Chapter 6 Matthew
SIX
MATTHEW
Do it for real, he said, as if now was the time or place to do something like this. Hotel walls were only so thick and if people got the wrong impression, we might find ourselves thrown out. But I couldn’t say no to him.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say stop. No means stop. Wait means stop. Stop means stop,” I told him, smoothing my hand over his ass. It had barely started to get any color at all. What little had bloomed was a pretty pink, a delicate flush. “And you’ll have to keep quiet.”
“I can do that,” Troye promised, his voice tight and eager. He sounded like he’d promise me anything if it meant getting what he wanted. He sucked in a deep breath and held it for a moment before he let it out slowly.
And I waited. I waited until he relaxed, and then I waited until he couldn’t relax, and that’s when I started again.
I didn’t want to give him too much too fast, so I warmed him up with alternating strikes until his ass was the same pretty shade of pink, heat rising to the skin like the sun coming over the horizon.
Troye whimpered when I put more oomph into my strikes. When he started to shift around on my lap, I pinned him in place by putting my free hand between his shoulder blades and pressing him into the bed. Troye stuffed his mouth with the blanket, and his feet started to kick.
And I didn’t stop.
Troye didn’t ask me to either. He kept his face buried in the bedding, and he whimpered and whined and wriggled in my lap. God, I was so fucking hard that I could barely think. But this was just a spanking. Just me giving Troye something he might have never known otherwise.
His whimpers became more desperate, almost frantic. Alarmed.
“Matt—Matthew…I—oh… oh fuck.” His voice sharpened to a point on the curse word, and I felt him shatter.
His body quaked and, between my legs, his cock jerked and he came with an airless scream trapped halfway out.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” he begged, still coming.
Still shaking. Still clinging to the bed like it was his only lifeline.
And then… almost as suddenly as he’d started to come, he started to cry.
Softly at first, just a sniffle. And then another.
And then his breath shuddered in and out of him as he tried to cling to the last of his composure. Then I landed a blow on his sit spots. The tender part of the ass where it joined to the top of his legs. That’s when Troye fell apart completely.
Sobs shook his shoulders, and I stopped spanking. I soothed the area with my hands, rubbing the tender flesh to help drive the worst of the sting away.
“Fuck.” Troye’s voice cracked. “Why am I crying?”
He practically wailed, and that’s when I shifted around and manhandled him so he was sitting in my lap.
It was a clumsy sort of endeavor, but I managed to move us up the bed, and I leaned against the headboard.
I wrapped my arms around Troye and let him cry, soothing his tears with gentle touches.
I ran my fingers through his hair and let him use my chest for a pillow.
He clung to me like he might die if he didn’t. And after he was all cried out, I held him. I worried that if I moved or let go, it would break the spell. Troye was quiet, but not how he was earlier. Earlier, even when he hadn’t been speaking, he’d still been loud. Unsettled.
Now, Troye’s stillness felt peaceful. Not forced.
“Are you okay?” I asked him after some more time had passed. My body was going numb in strange places from holding him. Troy answered, but he mumbled so quietly that I couldn’t make it out.
“I can’t hear you.” I bit back a term of endearment. He was a stranger. An annoyance turned…well… more. I wouldn’t call him that now. Now he was soft and vulnerable. Needy.
“Embarrassed,” Troye said.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
He scoffed. “What kind of grown man asks to be spanked?”
I bit back a laugh and instead tried to make myself sound as gentle and non-judgmental as possible.
“You have a limited view on the kinds of things adults should be allowed to like.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back.
“The kind of adult who likes to get spanked is the perfect adult for the kind who likes to do the spanking. You’re not wrong or weird for liking it. ”
“I came.” His groan was full of anguish. “Untouched. Like a… like a guy who’d never had his dick touched before.”
“You came like a guy who was lost in the pleasure of his body. It was beautiful.”
He twisted around and looked up at me. His eyes were still glassy, slightly puffy, and more than a little red. His cheeks were far rosier now, and it made his dark blue eyes stand out even more.
“Matthew?”
My name came out as a question, and I already knew the answer was yes. Yes, you can kiss me. And touch me. Yes, I’m yours tonight to do with as you please. Yes. A thousand times yes. There was something about Troye that made me feel like a cat who’d stolen a bag of catnip and had torn it open.
“Yes,” I said as he reached for me, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Anything.” I answered his next question before he thought to ask it.
Troye’s mouth was soft against mine. Tentative at first, but a little more bold once he got a taste of me. He shifted in my lap, and I pulled him closer, caged him against me as he explored my mouth.
If you’d have told me earlier that I’d be kissing the irritating asshat who got me kicked off the plane, I’d have laughed.
Now, though… Everything was different. Now I saw past the annoying man I’d met on the plane.
Now I was aware of the tender soul that lived in his body.
The way he couldn’t take a compliment to save his life.
The way he shied away from any kind of praise like it was a loaded weapon.
The way he’d arched up into me between strikes like he was starved for any sort of touch. Even one that lit him on fire.
He pulled away from me, just a bit, just enough so he could speak. I felt the word puff out, the more air than sound. “Please.”
I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I knew what he wanted because I wanted the same thing. The more I got to know him, the more I wanted to get to know him. I’d been surprised to learn that his passions aligned with mine. And then when he’d asked me to spank him, a thrill had shot up my spine.
I’d hoped he’d work up the courage. He’d been so sweet and angry in his restless desperation.
Resisting him had been nearly impossible, and then he’d asked me.
And now I didn’t have to resist. Wrapping my arms around him, I rolled over, pinning him underneath me.
On another occasion, I wanted to fuck him with the lights on.
I wanted to take him apart one atom at a time, and I would watch every micro-expression as I deconstructed him.
For now, I pinned him to the bed, and he shoved at my pants, pushing them down to free my cock and bare my ass.
“I don’t have supplies,” I admitted.
“What? You mean you weren’t planning on hooking up with the angry gamer who got you booted off the plane?”
A laugh bubbled out of me. “Definitely wasn’t on my agenda.”
Troye wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down. “This is fine. This is enough.”
He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. With a subtle tilt of my head, I slanted my mouth over his.
Our kiss was unhurried, and I luxuriated in the feeling of him beneath me. He’d kicked off his pajama pants. Well, my pajama pants. I fucking loved seeing him in my clothes, but they were gone now and he wrapped a leg around me, urging me closer.
I pressed my body against his, breathless and sweaty.
Our cocks were trapped between us. Troye was hard again already.
My cock had been hard since he put my pajama pants on.
I’d only just resisted the feral urge to tear them off of him by pretending to work on my laptop.
In reality, I’d been typing nonsense in a draft email to make it look like I was doing something important.
Troye’s whimpers made me come undone, and I started rocking my body against his in languid motions.
Troye kissed me like he was drowning, and I was the lifeline.
He clung to me, fingers digging into my back, tracing lines along my shoulder blades.
I shivered when he played with the hair at the back of my neck. I’d always been sensitive there.
Amused, he did it again. And again. It made me wild, the way he touched me.
The way he played my body like it was an instrument, and he was able to master me on the spot.
When I thought I’d go crazy with the way he touched me there, he moved on, running his hands over me until he found a new spot that made me react.
Troye was turning out to be a tactile lover.
If I had more time, I’d tie him down and tease him within an inch of his life.
Some people got off on pain, and Troye had certainly enjoyed the spanking, but I could see him liking the other side of the coin.
Softness. Feathers and silk and delicate fur all over his body.
Paired with the sharpness of ice, it would be a joy to play with him.
And I’d praise him the whole time too. I’d gag him so he couldn’t argue about it, and I’d tell him how beautiful he was. How good. And I’d keep saying it until he believed it.
But now I was too addicted to the way he felt underneath me, pinned, but not helpless. Troye writhed, rocking our bodies together. He still had a leg wrapped around me, and every so often his heel would dig in, urging me to move faster or press harder. I let him have the illusion of control.
I could tell when Troye was getting close by how his whimpers increased in frequency and intensity.
“That’s right. Let go. Come for me, Troye.” I practically growled in his ear as I ground my body against his. His breath hitched, his body stiffened, each muscle tensing briefly before he snapped.
Troye twisted and bucked, coming undone beneath me. I kissed him softly on the corner of the mouth. “That’s a good boy.”
He whimpered when I said it, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the strength or the vocabulary.
When I sat up, he reached for me, grabbing on to me like he was terrified I was going to leave.
I didn’t plan on going anywhere. I gathered up his cum, surprised at the amount that was there considering he’d already come once tonight.
I spread it on my cock and knelt up so I was towering over him.
In the dim light, I could barely make out his face, but I could tell he was wrecked. Ruined. Beautiful.
Jerking faster, his cum for lube, it didn’t take long before I was coming, painting his chest with ropes of white. Some splattered up on his cheek and I watched as he wiped it off with a finger and then popped it in his mouth. The groan he let out was sinful.
When I had no more cum left in my body, when touching myself became pain not pleasure, only then did I stop. I let go of my cock and lowered myself down on Troye again, smearing the cum between our bodies. I kissed him hard and deep and so fucking slow I could commit every moment of it to memory.
When we finally stopped, I leaned my forehead against his, and he let out a soft laugh.
“What’s funny?” I asked, still out of breath.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Troye laughed again, a little weaker this time.
“I’d forgotten all about that.” I kissed him on the cheek, not like an impersonal peck, but like I wanted to kiss him on the mouth but didn’t trust myself to start again because I might not stop. “Shower with me?”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
“I’ve been known to have them from time to time.”
Being with Troye was starting to feel like the best idea I’d had in a long time. We made our way to the bathroom, and I got the water ready, adjusting the temperature to one most people could withstand. Not everyone liked to be boiled alive in their skin.
Troye stepped into the water and tipped his head back. I watched the water run down his skin, tempting me to chase it with my mouth. He opened his eyes and caught me staring. He didn’t call me on it, though. He only smiled a little wider.
“Do you mind if I turn the water up a bit?” he asked. “If you like your showers colder, I can wait until you’re done.”
“No, feel free. I like it hot.”
The bathroom filled with steam in no time. The hot water made the air feel heavy and thick. I didn’t have another orgasm in me just yet, but I wanted to get my hands on Troye again. So I did. I pinned him up against the wall in the shower, and he looped his arms around my neck and we kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
We kissed until we were pruney and overheated and only then did we part. Neither of us dressed again after; we crawled into bed naked and when Troye rolled onto his side, I snuggled up behind him, forming my body to his. Draping an arm around him, I held him close.
This day hadn’t gone how I’d expected it to, but I didn’t mind how it had ended up.
I might have missed my flight, but I found something, someone, worth knowing.
And that made me feel like I was lucky that out of all the seats that the airline could have double-booked, it was mine.
Maybe a more rational passenger would have been able to deal with Troye, but I was quickly learning that I was anything but rational where he was concerned.
I nuzzled into the back of his neck, then kissed his bare skin. “Goodnight, Troye.”
“Night,” he answered, his voice heavy with sleep, like he was only a moment from being dragged under but had wanted to respond to me anyway.
I kissed him again and then let sleep take me.