Chapter Twelve Adam
I hadn’t turned on the fireplace in my condo in a long, long time. It was the sort of thing I only used on special occasions or during those cold winter nights when the central heat just wouldn’t keep out the winter’s chill. However, after getting absolutely soaked in freezing cold rain multiple times, I figured now was as good a time as any.
“Let’s put our clothes in the dryer,” Mateo said, leading me back through his condo. “I can get you some shorts and a t-shirt if you like. Although I have no idea if we’re the same size.”
“You’re decently smaller than me,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’ll fit into anything you have.”
“I usually buy small gym shorts.”
“I get large.”
Mateo clicked his tongue. “Are you a giant?”
“I’m six-one and about one-ninety on the scale.”
He laughed. “Yeah, nothing I own is going to fit you.” He glanced in my direction, giving me a smile. “I’m only five-five and I’m maybe one-sixty if I really workout a lot.”
“You already look like you work out a lot,” I scoffed.
“I haven’t been to the gym in a while actually,” he said as we entered the laundry room. “Usually, I only workout during the winter. During the summer I’m outside with Bessie all the time running around. It just sort of stays there thankfully.”
“Lucky. I smell a McDonald’s and gain ten pounds.”
“Well, I think you look amazing.”
I smiled at first, then my face fell, realizing what he’d said. “Ass,” I smirked.
“Well,” he continued as if nothing had happened. “If you can’t fit into my clothes, I guess you could just be naked.” He grabbed the hem of his soaking shirt and peeled it up over his head. “It’s not like I can see you, anyway.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You… You want me to just wander around your condo naked for the next hour while our clothes dry?”
“Oh my god! No!” He smiled. “I have a blanket you can wrap up in. Wouldn’t want you to get cold. But it might be nice to sit in front of the fire with no clothes on, right? I do that during the winter all the time.” He gave me a mischievous smirk. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire and all that you know? Gotta get into that Christmas spirit.”
“It’s June.”
“Eh. Rules are for squares.” He grabbed the hem of his shorts and pushed them to the floor. “Just enjoy things when you can.”
I swallowed hard, staring at the nearly naked man in front of me. Mateo had nothing on but his socks and underwear at that point. The wet fabric clung to the curves of his body leaving literally nothing to the imagination. And then, without warning, he pulled those off too, his soft cock springing free.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
He bent down to retrieve them and was about halfway to the washer when a look of surprise came over his face.
“Uh… well,” he said, his cheeks turning bright red. “I forgot that you can see me… so…” He tossed the underwear in the washer. “Enjoy the view I guess.”
Then he continued putting detergent into the washer as if he wasn’t the spitting image of a roman marble statue come to life. I stared openly and blatantly, watching as the muscles under his skin shifted and tensed. Every inch of him was beautifully tanned and wonderfully fuzzy. Just as I suspected, that splash of dark chest hair formed into a wide line going down his torso ending in a tuft above his cock. In fact, the more I looked, the more it seemed like all the lines on his body eventually led my eye down to his groin. Not that I minded of course, it was a gorgeous cock. Probably one of the best I’d seen. And he was uncircumcised too.
“I’m gonna go grab some shorts,” Mateo said, breaking me from my gawking. “Just hit the start button when you’ve put your clothes in.” He patted my shoulder as he walked by. “I know you’ve been staring the whole time.”
I watched him go, completely mesmerized by his tightly muscled ass. It was also one of the best ones I’d ever seen. Seriously, the dude was the epitome of beauty. It struck me as sort of sad that he couldn’t look in the mirror and see it for himself. But I shook that notion away. He could feel just fine, and I was envious that he got to touch his own body every single day.
I wanted to do that.
Shaking my head, I broke out of my musings. A quick glance down showed me I was already rock-hard from staring at Mateo. Thankfully he wouldn’t notice. With a sigh, I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the washer. When I lowered the lid and hit the start button, I heard a rustle behind me.
“This should be big enough for you,” Mateo said, fully dressed and stepping into the doorway with a fuzzy blanket. “Sorry I don’t have anything else for you.”
“It’s okay,” I said, a hand going to my crotch to cover it out of habit. “S-Sorry I was staring earlier. I should’ve looked away.”
He smiled, handing the blanket over. “I don’t mind. After what you did for me today, I feel like I owe you a lot more than just a few stares.”
“You don’t owe me anything–”
“Adam,” he said, cutting me off. “You helped me save my best friend in the whole world. Bessie is my eyes, my guide, and my helper. She’s the only reason I can get around so easily by myself.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You did a lot more than you think.”
I stood there for a long moment, my bare skin tingling where he touched me. A bolt of electricity rushed through my body, and I shivered. Goosebumps broke out all over my body.
“Come on,” he said, feeling me shiver. “You must be freezing. I’ve got the fire cranked up for us.”
My cheeks still burning, I wrapped the blanket around myself tightly and followed Mateo into the living room. Bessie was already there, curled up in front of the fire. She’d pulled her bed right up next to it so she could dry off. The poor thing was still shivering from her escapade through the storm. I stopped to give her a pat and shift her bed slightly so she didn’t catch on fire.
“Hopefully that teaches her a lesson,” Mateo said, flopping on the couch in front of the fire. “She really needs to stop running off on me. It’s becoming a bad habit.”
“I wonder why she’s doing it?”
“No idea,” he sighed. “But she’s got a check-up with the vet in a couple of weeks anyway, so I’ll bring it up to him then.” He patted the couch next to him. “Come sit and warm yourself up.”
I did as I was told. It wasn’t a very big couch, so we were sitting thigh to thigh. My cock gave a heavy twitch as I felt the heat of his skin through the blanket. The tented fabric made me feel embarrassed and a little ashamed. Mateo had just been through a huge scare and here I was all horned up and still picturing him naked every single second. I felt like I was being inappropriate somehow. Which was weird for me because usually I hopped in the sack with guys after the first date if it was good. But with Mateo we’d seen each other a couple of times and hadn’t even kissed yet.
Maybe him delegating me to being the bottom made me feel shy. That and I was scared to go any further. I couldn’t deny that I liked him in some capacity. I wasn’t sure if it was just friends or more yet, but going further brought me into heartbreak territory and that scared the shit out of me. I really didn't want to do that again.
“You doing okay?” Mateo asked, holding out his hands toward the fire. “You’re still shivering.”
“S-Sorry,” I stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “I’m f-fine.”
Mateo reached out, his hands on my shoulders. He ran his fingers over the blanket, finding it crossed tightly over my chest.
“No wonder you’re freezing!” he chuckled, pulling at the blanket. “You’re holding all that cold in! Open this up so you can soak up the heat. That’s why I turned it on.”
I allowed him to pull the blanket open, exposing my chest. His fingers dipped under the fabric, grazing against my bare flesh as he pulled it off my shoulders. A small gasp escaped my lips, and he looked my way. Immediately I knew I’d given myself away.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling his fingers away.
I shook my head, unable to speak.
“I don’t know what that means. You have to talk to me.”
I took a deep breath. “N-No,” I breathed. “I’m just… nervous I guess.”
Mateo smiled, but he went back to the blanket, pulling it off my shoulders until it pooled at my waist. His fingers stopped on my left bicep.
“You know,” he said softly. “I don’t know what you look like. I have an idea, but that’s all.”
“What do you think I look like?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“You’re taller than me and heavier,” he said, his beautiful green eyes looking just over my left shoulder. “But you walk with a light step, like you’re dexterous and controlled. You almost sound like a dancer, so I imagine you’re lithe, but still well built.” He smiled. “And I always imagined you with curly hair, tanned skin, and dark brown eyes that you could get lost in.” He chuckled to himself. “But you already told me you had hazel eyes. And I don’t know, your cologne makes me think you wear linen beach shirts all the time or something. Like you’re some modern age bohemian who lives in a van.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that. “Well, I don’t think I own anything linen, and I definitely don’t live in a van. But I can tell you what I look like if you want.”
“I can see you in my own way,” he said, holding out his hands. “Can… Can I touch you?”
I stared at him for a long moment, my chest swelling with excitement. Despite my fear of getting close to this man, my body and my heart both wanted to be as close to him as I could be. I would probably pay dearly for the inclination, but I had no willpower to stop myself.
“Yes,” I breathed, leaning forward.
Mateo smiled and reached out, his fingers pressing against my cheeks first. I felt him flinch, then begin to explore. His touch was so gentle that I couldn’t help cooing in delight like a goddamn bird. I’d wanted him to touch me for a while now and now that he was, I never wanted him to stop.
“You… You’re scruffy,” he chuckled, scratching his fingers under my chin like I was a dog.
I leaned into it. “I haven’t been shaving. No reason to with no job to go to.”
“It feels good. I like it.” His brows knit together. “What color?”
“Dark brown. Just like my hair.” I reached out, running my hand across his cheek. “I’m not nearly as hairy as you, though. You’ve definitely got that otter thing going on.”
“Is that how I caught your attention? The chest hair got you?”
I nodded. “A bit, yeah.”
His fingers went higher, combing through my still damp hair. He raked it back away from my face like I usually wore it. The moment his fingers were through, the front side flopped forward and to the right, where it always hung. He traced the shape of it, exploring the tightly shaved sides and my ears.
“You have straight hair! And your ear is pierced,” he commented. “Three times. ”
“The bottom one is a normal one. But the upper is an industrial.” I guided his hand upward. “Feel the bar that connects them?”
“Didn’t that hurt?”
“I guess. But it looks cool.”
“I bet it makes you look like a bad boy,” Mateo smirked. “Silver?”
I shook my head. “Black.”
“Oooh. Definitely a bad boy.”
His fingers traced down the side of my face and over my jaw.
“Wow,” he smiled. “You have sharp features.” His palms came to rest on my cheeks, his thumbs gliding over my cheekbones. “Close your eyes.”
I did as I was told, my skin prickling with delight as he explored my eyes and brow ridge.
“Oh my god. You… You’re gorgeous!” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so pretty?”
“I thought looks didn’t matter to you?”
His thumbs came down to my lips and I couldn’t help pursing them slightly. Without meaning to, I practically kissed his fingers as they danced over my skin.
“You have beautiful lips, Adam.”
I liked the sound of my name on his lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
The question caught me off guard. I swallowed hard, my body surging forward a few inches of its own accord. Mateo just laughed, still holding my face.
“Is that a yes?”
I nodded, unable to bring myself to say it. Of course, my brain was screaming kiss me you fool , but my heart was a little more timid than that. However, with his hands on my cheeks, he felt my nod and gave me one of his own.
He leaned close and before I could overthink it too much, his soft lips made contact with mine. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch as he kissed me with more care and passion than I’d had in what felt like a lifetime.
Fire spread through my veins, but it did not burn me. Instead, it filled me with warmth and light down to my very core. The butterflies in my stomach erupted into a maelstrom and I leaned into his kiss, opening up so that our tongues could dance against one another.
Mateo’s lips were soft, plump, and hungry. I felt like he could suck the life out of me if he wanted to, taking all the passion I could give him and then some. But he took just enough to assert his dominance, but not enough to make me feel used or taken advantage of. It was just the right mix to not only drive me crazy, but to make my hands go straight to his waist where I dug my fingers into his skin. With that touch I gave him permission to take whatever he wanted from me. All he had to do was make a move and I’d let him have whatever he wanted.
He pulled away at last, the pair of us breathing hard. A sly grin spread over his lips, like he understood exactly what kind of permission I’d given him. He’d conquered me with a simple kiss, and I wasn’t sure whether I was happy or embarrassed about that fact.
“You’re a wonderful kisser,” he smiled, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I squeezed his hip tighter. “Then,” I whispered breathlessly, a plea on the tip of my tongue. “Don’t stop.”
He looked at me seriously, his unseeing eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his again. And, without hesitation, Mateo kissed me back. His tongue slid inside my mouth and his weight pressed against me. With his free hand he threw my blanket aside, pushing me down onto my back, our chests pressed together. His lips and tongue continued working mine as he spread my legs wide, placing himself between them. Something hard and long pressed up against my ass and I gasped. His cock was bigger than I thought and there was nothing keeping us apart except a thin strip of jersey.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he growled. “I’m not gonna take you tonight.” He reached down, wrapping a hand around my cock as I moaned into his mouth. “You’ve been hard since the laundry room, haven’t you?”
I moaned a yes between his lips, still kissing him as I ground my aching cock against his palm. Now that he’d touched me, I was aching for more. In fact, I’d lost control completely. Whatever he wanted from me, he could have. There was no stopping myself now.
Mateo let go of me only for a moment to pull down his own shorts. A hot and heavy cock flopped out, landing against my own. Without a word he wrapped his hand around us both, stroking our thick rods together.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, kissing his way down my neck. “Do you always pre-cum this much?”
“Y-Yes,” I stammered, shaking under his touch.
“I bet it’s tasty.” He lifted a finger to his lips, sucking it clean before returning it to our cocks. “Oh yeah… you taste wonderful, baby.”
Fuck… he was turning me on so fucking much it was almost frightening. We’d been going at it for what? Forty-five seconds and I was already on the verge of blowing my load. But the way his cock felt grinding against mine, the intensity of his attention, and those soft lips of his. There was nothing I could do to hold it back. Already I was throbbing in his hand, my muscles tensing.
“Mateo,” I gasped, my body tensing against him. “I… I’m not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Cum for me.”
It was almost too much to take. Mateo stroked our cocks faster, his thick rod grinding against the sensitive underside of mine. I felt him throb against me, his cockhead drooling pre-cum all over my crown. Every single decadent moment pushed me to the limits of my sanity. My eyes rolled back as I moaned, fucking Mateo’s hand and his cock. He leaned down, clamping his teeth on one of my nipples and I let out a scream of ecstasy.
There was no holding back the flood gates after that.
A shiver ran up and down my spine, collecting at the base of my balls. Muscles tensed and I fucked his hand faster, our pre-cum creating the most perfect friction. With a cry of delight, I arched my back and came, shooting my load all over his cock and my belly. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me and I nearly lost track of all time and space. But the one thing that tethered me to the material plane was the feeling of Mateo’s rock-hard uncut cock still grinding against mine.
His breath became short and only a few strokes later, he rocked his hips forward, grinding the entire weight of his body against my cock. With a moan he came, covering my belly in thick sticky stripes of cum. It was only after he’d completely spent himself that he let go of my nipple and kissed his way back up to my neck where he finally collapsed against me.
“Fuck…” I groaned, still breathing hard. “That… That was really good.”
“Not sure I like the tone of surprise,” he smiled back, his head buried in my neck. “But I’m glad you liked it.”
I waited for a heartbeat before I said, “You’re really beautiful, you know?” I wasn’t sure why I felt like I had to say it. “I know looks don’t really matter to you, but you are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“You’re not just saying that because I gave you the frotting of your life?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve wanted to say it for a while.”
“Well,” he smiled, kissing me again. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Suddenly there was a cold nose stuffed against our cheeks and we both gasped in fright.
“Jesus Bessie!” Mateo groaned, nudging her away. “You perv! Go to another room!”