22. Wyatt
22
WYATT
We end up hiking the next morning, a local dude-bro guide with a backwards hat and incredibly short shorts ushering us into the rainforest with a large grin. He looks far too happy to be trudging through wet leaves with his balls nearly hanging out.
He chats away with an ease I myself don’t possess. “My name’s Bron. Been a local here for the last ten years. This is the coolest hike. But watch out for the monkeys. They’re like aggressive, man.”
Well, fuck. I hate monkeys. As we start the trek down the dirt path, Bron shares about the history of the island. It’s way more informative and interesting than I thought it would be, and it helps to take my mind off how fucking tired I am, because, fuck, my legs aren’t cut out for this. I haven’t been to the gym in ages and while my consumption of food has increased, my endurance has not. I needed to train for this hike, but I didn’t get any notice.
Doesn’t help that I used muscles I didn’t know existed while fucking Matthias last night. I’d rather be doing that again right now than this hike.
“You okay?” Matthias asks me as I stop to catch my breath, my hands on my knees. It also doesn’t help that it’s humid today and Matthias is wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a tight shirt—both of which allow me to see every bit of him.
Every time he steps, his ass flexes and it reminds me of sticking my dick inside it.
It’s incredibly hard to hike when you’re horny and out of shape.
“Fine,” I hiss as he hands me a bottle of water. I take it, wrench the cap off, and gulp some down, swiping my mouth with the back of my hand when I’m done. “Just didn’t know you’d try to kill me so early in the morning.”
“You’re not going to die,” he says as Bron strides over to us and waves his hands around.
“Dude, breathe through your nose. Come on, or you’ll miss the rainbows. Chop. Chop!”
I growl, wanting to chop his legs off so he can slow the hell down. Fuck, I need a hot bath and a massage after this. I ache.
I glance at Matthias and wonder if he’ll give me one when we get home. I mean, it’s the least he can do after tricking me into this.
“About a mile more is the waterfall and then we can have lunch,” Bron says far too cheerfully.
I glower at Matthias. A mile more? I won’t make it.
Especially when I see Matthias turn around and bend down to tie his shoe. I swear I can see his butthole through those thin shorts. Now my cock is rock hard. Well, this is fucking annoying , I think as I stand up and adjust myself. The guide catches my movement but only winks and says nothing.
“Use those glutes and your core. Will make this hike way easier, man.”
Nothing about this is easy.
I shuffle along behind Matthias as we continue our trek, my dick vacillating between hard and soft depending on the way Matthias’s ass flexes. It’s as exhausted as I am by the time we arrive at the waterfall.
It doesn’t help that I’m half dead, my legs a little like jelly and my chest heaving.
“Come have a seat over here, but careful! It’s slippery,” Bron says. “If you fall, you die.” He cackles, and I frown, searching for a rock to perch on. I find one far enough away from the ledge where I won’t tumble to my death, but as I move, my feet slip from underneath me and I find myself on my ass, sliding toward my doom.
This is it. Death by slippery rock. I won’t even get to kiss Matthias again. I see birds fluttering above me as I start to topple over the edge, my arms too tired to even reach out and grab anything.
But before I go, someone grabs on to me roughly, picking me up as if I weigh nothing. I’m jostled slightly, my teeth rattling and my head spinning.
Matthias huffs. “Jesus, Wy, you scream like a baby.”
“I wasn’t screaming,” I say, my cheeks flaming.
“You were,” Bron says, wiggling his finger against his ear. “Hurt my ears, man. Even the birds took off.”
Matthias’s hands tighten on me and he gently shakes me. “Seriously, Wy. Watch where you step. You could have died.”
“If I die, then I won’t have to hike back down, will I? Might be worth it.”
He purses his lips, trying to hide his smile. “Seriously, Wy. Don’t die. I couldn’t bear it. You didn’t even try to stop your descent.”
“I was tired. Everything hurts.”
“I’ll make sure you walk away from the edge then.”
I meet his stare, something serious moving through it, and nod. “Yeah, okay, and I’ll try not to almost die again.”
“Good to hear it.”
His arm goes around my waist and he drags me toward a safer spot, one less wet and slippery. Bron is lying back, his eyes closed as he snoozes. He seems like one of those people who can close his eyes and just fall into the deepest sleep. Must be nice.
“I’m sorry this was so miserable for you,” Matthias says as we take a seat, and he reaches into the small backpack he brought and hands me a sandwich.
My stomach rumbles loudly as I unwrap it. “Well, a hike is always a good idea in theory.”
“In theory. But you’re miserable. You didn’t like hiking even when we were kids.”
“I’m out of shape and a wuss.”
“You are a bit of a crybaby when it comes to pain. It’s a good thing you’re not a bottom.”
When he says those words, my dick perks up again. No longer near death, it seems to have gotten a second wind. “Is it painful?”
“No,” he huffs. “And if it is, it’s only for a moment before it feels so fucking good.”
I bite my lip, wanting to bend him over this rock and stick myself right inside of that hole. The one that’s been teasing me all day. But I don’t. Obviously not. The guide is here with us and even though he’s snoring, I’m not into exhibitionism.
I don’t want anyone seeing Matthias the way I saw him last night. That’s for me, and me alone.
Doesn’t mean I can’t tease him a bit though.
I take a bite of my sandwich and chew, looking at Matthias as he does the same. He leans back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I see the tan skin of his abdomen. I want to touch it, want to run my hands along it and up to his sensitive nipples. I want to drag my tongue along that tattoo.
I set my sandwich down, turning toward him slightly. Our legs brush, my hand slipping to his exposed skin, and I drag it up and up until my fingertips swirl around his nipple.
He stares at me, his breathing becoming labored as I tweak it.
A snore from the guide has me freezing, but he’s still sleeping. Probably won’t wake up until we physically jostle him. So, I resume what I’m doing, pulling on that hard nub until he’s biting his bottom lip to keep his moans inside.
I switch to the other side, and his tongue peeks out.
I lean forward and brush my lips across his. His hand moves into my hair as he attacks my mouth, eager for more.
But before we can take it any further, I see something out of the corner of my eye rushing toward us—a furry ball of brown—and I squeal, jumping into Matthias’s lap. Bron scrambles up onto his feet.
“Oh fuck! What is it? Is it an anaconda?”
“There are fucking snakes out here?” I squeak, and Matthias laughs so loud he chokes.
“Oh my god. It’s just a monkey.”
We all turn and see the creature perched on a rock, eating my sandwich.
“Oh shit,” Bron says with a small laugh. “Yeah, they will steal your food if it’s unattended. Sometimes they even take it right from your hands. One time, one even took it from my mouth.”
“Jesus,” I murmur as I try to compose myself. But I don’t really want to leave Matthias’s lap, and honestly, that monkey is making eyes at my fingers like he wants to snap them off and consume them.
I don’t trust the jungle.
“And no, there aren’t anacondas here. Just part of my dream. Was pretty wild,” Bron drawls.
We both stare at him and then he waves his hands around. “Wanna head back down? Looks like you might need to find something to eat sooner rather than later.”
“That’s fine with me,” I murmur as I stand, my legs trembling slightly.
Matthias runs his hand across my butt as he gets up. I glower at him as I skirt around the sandwich-eating monkey. It snickers at me, and I jump, moving closer to Matthias as we make our way down the trail.
“Didn’t know you were so scared of monkeys.”
“We don’t have them where we live, so you’d have no reason to know.”
He chuckles, and I nudge him with my elbow to shut him up.
It mostly works. He makes sure to point out all the monkeys on the trail. Bron chimes in too, and by the time we make it to the trailhead, I’m ready for a drink. Something strong. I watch as Matthias tips the guide and he wanders off.
“I’m ready for a hot bath and a massage. And a stiff drink,” I tell him.
Matthias holds back another laugh, and I glare at him.
“We’ll catch a cab home and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
“You better. That was awful.”
The longer we aren’t hiking the more I realize it wasn’t so bad. Looking back on it as we make our way to the villa, I realize it’s going to be a great memory, something I’ll look back on with fondness. I may even be able to laugh about the monkey.
But right now, my muscles ache.
When we make it into the villa, Matthias takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, helping me strip down and enter the tub that is rapidly filling with water and bubbles.
“I’ll get the drink for you and then I’ll join you. If that’s okay?”
“Yeah. It is. And hurry. My feet need a massage. And my legs and back.”
He grins and disappears out of the bathroom. My head leans back against the tub and I feel my muscles relax. When we get back to the city, I’m going to start working out. I won’t be this weak next time we go for a hike.
My mind moves to the past, how Matthias and I would run through the woods, not even stopping to breathe. What I wouldn’t give to be that young again.
This past year has broken me. Maybe it’s time to start putting myself back together again.
“Here you go,” Matthias says, holding a fancy crystal glass with amber liquid and a large ice cube in the middle. It’s filled near to the top, and I sigh with happiness.
“Thank you,” I say, sipping at it. It burns its way down my throat as Matthias slips in across from me.
His body disappears beneath the bubbles and then a second later, I feel his hands grabbing my feet and he starts to massage.
The noises his fingers pull from me are embarrassing. And I should be more humiliated, but he saw me scream a few times today. I can’t be bothered to try and keep everything inside. It feels too good.
He does one foot and then the other, making me melt into the warm water. And then those hands move up my calves, working those aching muscles before he scoots forward and his hands trail up my thighs. My head swims as I continue to sip on the whiskey, letting him soothe me, caress me. I’m groaning deeply, my cock hard and ready to be touched. But he doesn’t give me what I want. He just pulls me further into him, his legs wrapping around me, my head resting on his shoulder, my glass sitting on the edge of the tub as his hands massage up my back.
Mm, maybe this is what I want after all. To be held, cradled. Adored.
“God, this is nice,” I murmur, feeling his strong fingers dig into my sore muscles.
“You feel nice too,” he says, turning his lips slightly to brush against my neck.
I let my hands fall against his ass, pulling him impossibly close. I want him nearer. I want to take up residence inside of him.
I remember hating when we had to part after a long day of just existing with one another. Maybe what we had was always more than just friendship. Maybe I was half in love with him all those years ago. I just didn’t know what to call it. Couldn’t quite comprehend it. Maybe that’s why it hurt so badly when he left me.
It felt like I couldn’t breathe.
The way I wept, my heart broken. Alone. Missing my other half.
“The water’s getting cold,” Matthias says eventually. “Should we continue this on the bed?”
I pull myself back from the past, from the ancient loneliness that’s still wrapped around my heart. “Yeah.”
We dry off quickly, exchanging heated glances. His hand wraps around mine and he tugs me forward, the towels falling onto the bathroom floor as we move into the bedroom.
He gently shoves me on the bed and I end up face-down, his hands rubbing over the muscles in my back, working them harder than he had previously. Probably due to the new angle and a renewed passion.
He kneads the groans out of me, long and loud as he works his way from my shoulders to my ass. He kneads my cheeks, pulling them open and looking at my hole over and over. I don’t mind. I’m too relaxed to care.
“Wy?” he asks, and I open my eyes.
“Hm?”
“Can I try something?”
I let out a sigh. “Sure.”
“If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop.”
“Mkay.” I let my eyes fall shut as he continues to knead his fingers onto my ass before spreading my cheeks apart. He freezes for a long moment and then I feel the scrape of his stubble on my skin. Right there. His warm breath hits my hole, and my eyes pop open.
“Matt,” I groan as he tentatively licks at me. No one has ever touched me down there, and now there he is. It’s…oh fuck. What is this? And why do I like it?
His tongue moves up my entire crack as if he’s a starving man and a moan slips from him and vibrates through my skin.
“You taste so. Fucking. Good,” he murmurs as the tip of his tongue swirls around my rim.
I can’t help but arch my ass up, letting him know that I want him to continue—that I like it.
His hands wrench me up a little further as he continues to swirl his tongue around my rim, over and over until I’m moaning. And just when I think that’s all he’ll do, he pushes his tongue inside of me. My entire body shudders at the invasion. He’s…oh fuck, he’s licking inside of me. It should hurt, right? But it doesn’t. It feels good. It feels right. Like my ass was made for him.
Just him.
He doesn’t let up, just continues to torture me, making my dick painfully sensitive as he repeatedly pushes inside of me. And then a moment later, he suddenly stops, pulling away abruptly.
I push up on shaky arms and peer over my shoulder at him, noticing his hand is clasping the base of his dick.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I’m going to come if I keep doing that. Fuck.” His head falls backward and he inhales deeply.
“Are you serious?” I ask, and he swallows, his chin meeting his chest. His eyes are sparkling, desire moving through them.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that. All these years…” his voice trails off as I blink up at him.
“All these years?”
He tries to speak but no words come out. Instead, he nods.
I let that admission sit with me for a long moment before reaching over and grabbing the lube. “How about you come around my cock since you’re so close.”
He takes the bottle with trembling hands as I lie on my back, and he squirts some on my dick, stroking it softly. I’m as close as he is and I have to bite down on my bottom lip hard to keep myself from erupting.
My hands slide up and down his thighs as he works his ass open for me and then his eyes meet mine.
“I’m ready.”
“Take it,” I say as he crawls up and slots my cock at his hole.
With a deep inhale he sinks down, taking me entirely.
The two of us groan in tandem, his head thrown back and my spine curling upward. He holds me inside of him, his rim flexing around my hard length, and then his hands land on my chest and he starts to move. Riding me, taking me. My cock is already sensitive from the long and torturous ass-eating he gave me and I feel my release so close. I’m not going to last.
But I want to come with him—the two of us tumbling over that proverbial edge together.
My hand wraps around his dick, and he moans, riding my cock faster. I meet his thrusts with ones of my own and soon it’s too much. He’s overwhelming. The way he sounds, the sight of him. My cock jerks and erupts inside of him. And he follows me over, cum spurting across my chest.
He falls onto me, his lips brushing up my neck, my softening cock still inside of him.
“I don’t think that will ever grow old,” he says.
“Yeah, who knew it would be so hot?”
“And with a man, no less.”
I let my hands brush up his back. “With you.”
He melts into me for a moment before rolling to the side and putting an arm over his eyes.
“You can’t say stuff like that. It’s too much for me.”
“What did I say that was wrong?”
“You were being romantic. I—like you said—this has an end date. It can’t be more than that. We both fulfill the contract, I get the inheritance I was promised, and you have the money you need for Jackson…”
Suddenly, it’s not enough. But how can I say that when I’m not even sure how I feel? How Matthias feels? He says he’s wanted me for all this time…
So why did he ghost me?
There are too many unanswered questions between us. I don’t ask any of them, though. I’m not ready for the answers or the repercussions they might cause. Instead, I reach down and twine my fingers through his. “Can I still do this?”
He swallows. “I guess.”
I squeeze his hand and then bring it up to my mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his inner wrist.
“Let’s get cleaned up and eat. I’m starving.”
He lets out a small laugh. “You did have your sandwich stolen by a monkey.”
“I did, and I am despondent. I’ll never recover.”
Matthias huffs and rolls up. “All right, let’s get you fed.”
* * *
The next day we wake up late and I fuck Matthias slowly, the two of us working each other over the edge without a thought for time. After we get dressed and eat, we call a cab and head back into town where we wander the streets, buying a few items of clothing and some trinkets.
I take pictures for Jackson, sending him updates and asking him what he’d like me to bring home for him. He gives me an extensive list and we spend the rest of the afternoon hunting the items down.
By the time we’ve eaten dinner, I feel an incredible urge to dance. It’s been forever since I’ve been able to really let go.
And honestly, maybe it’s because Matthias was never any good at it, and I want to do something that I can excel at. Not that we danced together as kids, but our paths crossed at enough social events for me to deduce he’s a terrible dancer.
But even then, I watched him. I insisted at the time that it was out of hatred, to assure myself that I was better off.
I’m starting to wonder if it was because I missed him, and I was just too stubborn to recognize it.
After the hiking debacle, I want to show off a little, to make him look at me in awe. Or maybe I just want a reason to writhe against him in a crowded, dark place. Either way, we end up having our purchases delivered back to our villa while we enter a seaside club.
Matthias looks miserable as I drag him inside, his face falling as he takes in the undulating bodies on the dance floor in the middle of the room.
“You know I was never any good at dancing, right?” he reminds me.
“Yeah, you told me about your weird waltzing dance lessons. No wonder you suck at it.” He glowers at me, and I grin. “I saw you stepping on people’s toes at those fancy events.”
“It’s not my fault I have no rhythm. It’s probably genetic.”
“Probably. Your dad sounded like real boring asshole. Probably had a stick up his butt that didn’t allow him to move to any kind of beat.”
He laughs at that and then nods. “I think you’re right.”
“Well, time to change history. Let’s have a drink and then I’ll help you find your rhythm.”
He looks a little forlorn at the suggestion, but then again, he did bring me on a death hike yesterday where I was accosted by a monkey—so this is only fair.
Moving up to the bar, I order us each a shot of vodka and after we swallow them down, I pull him onto the dance floor. The beat is sultry and deep, the bass moving through my body and into my lungs. I fucking love dancing like this, letting loose, letting myself go.
Matthias looks around and his hands immediately move into tight fists as he starts to bob his head. It only makes him look like some kind of confused robot, so I grab him and tug him into me.
“No, Matt. Like this,” I say into his ear as I push my thigh between his legs and arch my hips into him, moving my body to the beat, instructing him to follow my lead.
He exhales against my cheek as I pull his hands around my shoulders and let mine fall to his ass. And as much as I try, his body is seemingly unable to follow the beat. But I don’t mind. I just like touching him, pushing my body against his. I like being good at something for once.
As we continue to dance, the music changes over and over as I help guide him with each new rhythm. I rock into him, the two of us chest to chest, before turning him around and grinding up against his ass. I lick my way up his neck and nibble on his ear, whispering dirty things to him.
Promises of things I’m going to do to him, to his ass when we get home, assuring him I’m going to wreck him.
By the time we stumble into the villa, we’re ripping off our clothes. I push him over the edge of the couch and grab the packet of lube I had in my pocket all day. Tearing it open with my teeth, I pour it down his crack.
I don’t waste any time spreading his cheeks and entering him. He cries out at the intrusion, but I don’t stop. I wreck him just like I promised, making sure to pull him up, his back pressed against my chest as I stroke him to completion. And when he’s spent, I use his hole until I find release as well, his name on my lips as I climax.
When we finally fall into bed, I pull him into me, and he snuggles against my chest.
“We go home in two days,” he says.
“Yeah.”
“You ready to go back to normal life?” he asks me.
“Normal? Who says this is normal? And to answer your question, no. It means you’re going to be working all the time.”
“You could come back and work there too, you know?”
“Nah.” I pick at the bedding. “I’m not ready. I told you, I don’t want people thinking I sucked your cock to get my job back.”
Matthias snorts. “The truth is you suck it because you like it. But, just think about it, okay? It’s not the same without you there.”
“Okay. I will. But I can keep myself busy in the garden. And Jackson will be out of rehab soon too, so I’ll have that.”
“You’ll have me too, Wy. I won’t be working all the time, and I’ll make sure I have time for you. I get a year. I’m going to make it worth it.”
I hold my breath at that admission, my hand moving up to his chin, dragging his mouth to mine. I kiss him until his lips are puffy and red.
I press my nose to his and exhale slowly. “I’m sorry I said that about the marriage being over in a year. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know. You were just reminding me. It’s something I need to remember. What we both have at stake and why this is important.”
I pause for far too long, thinking of Jackson and of what happened the last time I trusted Matthias fully. “Yeah.”
He nuzzles into my neck and his hand moves up to my heart. “I never sleep as well as I do with you.”
I don’t know what to make of those words, and as if to prove his point, moments later he’s asleep. I, on the other hand, stay awake far too long, thinking about how to come out of this marriage on the other side. Intact and unbroken.