Chapter Not Today, At Least #10
Matt pauses after his inhale. He holds his breath until his lungs are full to bursting, then lets it out with a shudder. Before he can expel all of it, a wet, warm heat wraps around his cock and sucks.
“AaaaaannnnhhhHHH!!!”
The rest of his exhale is punched out of him with a shout, but the suction doesn’t let up. Robert wraps a hand around his shaft and pumps in time with his bobbing head.
Matt careens, his back arching off the bed. His dick has never felt so warm, so wet, so completely encapsulated. His feet scramble for purchase, but they slip amongst the hotel sheets.
“Please,” he whimpers. He’s not even sure if he’s asking for the torture to end or escalate. “Bobby, please.”
Robert releases him with a pop and a smile so smug it should be illegal. “Still good?”
“Haaaaannhhh.”
That doesn’t sound like a word in either English or Spanish. Matt’s cock drips onto his own stomach as Robert continues to jerk him slowly, teasing him.
“I’m gonna try’n open you up now.” Robert can kill him if he promises to suck him off first. “Relax for me.”
The suction on his throbbing head returns and Matt jolts, thrusting up into that wet heat.
As he sucks, Robert shifts, hooking Matt’s left leg up and over his shoulder. The position keeps Matt spread as a slicked finger glides over his hole, wetting it.
Matt tenses on instinct, but wills himself to relax as the digit circles his entrance. It dips in just a bit—not even to the first knuckle—before circling the rim again. Another press, just teasing him, working him up, playing with him until Matt is shaking with need.
The suction around his cock slows to a stop. Matt whines, squirming, as Robert lays a light kiss on the head.
His cock twitches before releasing another glob of precum that drips down to his stomach.
Robert’s voice is raspy when he says, “It’s hard to go slow when your hole keeps sucking me in.” He sits straighter, driving Matt’s thigh up and opening him further.
Matt is completely on display as Robert watches his finger lightly dance around his hole. With his other hand, he pops the cap of the lube bottle and pours it over the entrance.
The liquid is cold, but Robert’s fingers are already there, warming it against his skin. “Do you finger yourself?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Thought so. You’re so needy for it.” Robert teases the tip of a finger in again but, frustratingly, he stops. “So responsive.”
“Rob-Bobby!” Matt is delirious with want. “Please.”
“I like you with manners.”
Robert finally inches his slickened finger further in. Once he’s past the first knuckle, he pulls all the way out. Matt mewls as his hole flutters, trying to grasp at anything. Robert finally gives it to him—on an exhale he pushes in.
Matt’s fingers can only do so much—can only reach so far—so when Robert ramps up, thrusting his finger faster and deeper, reaching a place he hasn’t felt in years, Matt melts.
“I knew you’d love it.”
Matt whimpers when the finger is completely retracted, but it quickly returns with another. The stretch is more notable with two, but Robert slows to accommodate.
In, out, in, out. When they slide easier, he scissors the digits, stretching the rim with every pass.
Matt throws his arms over his face, bracing himself and muffling his vocalizations. With his eyes covered, he can’t focus on anything other than the fingers diving into him. He feels so filled already—and Robert’s dick is much thicker than two fingers.
The thought doesn’t scare him, it excites him, and he pushes back against Robert’s hands to hurry him along.
“You’re so eager for my cock.” Robert’s almost laughing about it. “I haven’t even—”
A guttural moan rips out of Matt when Robert presses the sensitive spot deep inside him. His legs tense and his dick jolts and Matt panics that he might come before they even begin.
“There it is.”
The feeling disappears as soon as it arrives. Matt’s throat is dry when he demands, “Again!”
Despite his teasing nature, Robert gives it to him—thrusting his fingers at the same angle again and again, building the pressure up higher and higher. He pulls out for a quick moment and on the next thrust, he’s worked up to three.
“Bobby.” Matt feels overstretched and full, but he doesn’t want to come on fingers, not when he’s so close. “Please, I need your cock. Please!”
“I could get used to that.”
Robert retrieves his fingers and wraps them around his dick, pumping himself with the lube-slicked hand that was just inside Matt. With his other hand he pops the cap of the bottle and pours more along his thick length.
He sits up on his knees, crowding closer to Matt. A thick pressure nudges up against Matt’s hole, but he doesn’t enter.
“You ready?”
Matt nods, though Robert’s dick feels much larger than his three fingers had.
“Okay, I need you to relax again.” Robert breathes louder, in and out, like he’s demonstrating how to do so.
Matt knows how to breathe, but the reminder is helpful.
“In with me. Now out—” He pushes forward on the exhale and sinks the tip in.
The rest of Matt’s breath shudders out of him as he adjusts to the width of the intrusion. It’s too big. There’s no way it’s going to fit without splitting him open.
Relax. Breathe.
On another exhale, Robert presses even further, and Matt’s body adjusts, opening for him, stretching even further to accommodate his girth. Matt tries to remember how to breathe, but it’s difficult when every nerve in his body is focused on the intrusion.
“You’re doing so well.” Robert folds himself forward, over Matt, until his face hovers just over his shoulder. His blond strands drip with sweat, and his arms shake where he braces himself.
He looks minutes away from falling apart, and Matt’s heart aches. It can’t be easy or comfortable for him to have to slow down for Matt’s sake, but despite all of his taunting beforehand, Robert is still just as patient and gentle as Bobby ever was.
Robert looks up, catching his eye, and smiles. “Just a little further, I promise.”
Matt knows immediately when Robert bottoms out. His pubes press flush against him, his balls against his ass. It’s such a strange sensation, to be so wholly connected to another person. Matt doesn’t remember it ever feeling like this.
“How is it?” Robert exhales, pulling himself upright and clutching Matt’s thighs for purchase.
“Uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I bet.” Robert snorts and taps Matt’s stretched leg. “Let me know when I can move and I promise, I’ll make you feel better."
Matt’s not sure he can recognize the signs of being able to move, but soon he feels restless, almost fidgety. “I think you can move now.”
“Good.”
Robert pats him once more before leaning forward and bracing himself with a forearm to the side of Matt’s head. His other arm hooks under Matt’s extended thigh, pushing it further, and the smaller driver hisses with the stretch of his hole.
“Sorry.” Robert’s face hovers just above his and he gives him a small smile.
Mat wants to reach up and kiss him, to keep them connected at both ends forever, just like this, but Robert says, “Tell me if it’s too hard or too fast.”
“Yeah, I got—aah!”
Robert pulls out slowly again and pistons his hips, shoving Matt further up the bed. Matt’s hands claw at Robert’s back, sliding and scratching him, as he tries to hang on.
Slowly out, then snap back in. Drag out, then drive forward.
With every pull, a moan is ripped out from deep, deep within Matt. With each thrust, he craves more, more, more.
Robert’s arms tense as he picks up the pace, slamming into him at a punishing speed. Matt’s addicted to the friction, to the burn of his hole stretching to fit every inch of the cock pumping in and out and in and out of him.
With a low grunt, Robert pushes himself upright. He drops the extended leg and wraps his hands around Matt’s hips.
“More!” Matt demands.
Robert growls as he drags the smaller man towards himself to the rhythm of his thrusts, pounding into him impossibly harder and quicker.
When the angle changes, Robert’s cock rams relentlessly at the spot inside that makes Matt see stars.
“Fuck! Right there, right there!”
Matt reaches up, bracing himself on the bedframe and uses what energy he has left to push himself down, meeting Robert with every rocking motion. He’s bouncing with it, desperate to increase the speed, to chase after his own high. He just needs a little more, just a little—
A large, slippery hand wraps around his cock and pumps him in time with the slaps of skin against skin. Matt rises higher and higher until he comes with a shout, shooting in ropes over his own chest.
“I’m close,” Robert pants. “Where do you want it?”
“What?” Matt’s disoriented for a moment, his arms on autopilot, continuing to push back, to meet Robert’s thrusts. “Oh, inside. Come inside me, Bobby. Fill me, please.”
“Fuck!”
Robert sets a punishing pace before he crouches over and stills, buried to the hilt. He comes with a choked sob, his cock pulsating inside of Matt, throbbing with his release.
When he finally collapses, Matt lets the weight drag both of them down, and promptly falls asleep.
After the first time they had sex, Mateo lay in bed, wide awake.
Bobby had passed out almost immediately after finishing. He snored loudly, bragging about how easy sleep came for him.
Mateo shifted, sticky and uncomfortable. His ass hurt a little, but, generally speaking, sex wasn’t too bad.
More than anything, he liked the thought of sharing himself with Bobby and taking a piece in return. Now he owned this special part of his best friend, his partner in crime, his first love.
But was it enough?
Did Mateo like sex more than racing?
He knew the answer. He had known what the answer would be even before they booked the room at the airport hotel—before they whispered promises of one last night together before jetting off to separate Form 4 teams. One last night before they became rivals.
Mateo had known it would be the end of them—in more ways than one.