27. Xed
Chapter twenty-seven
“ D id you just fucking pinch my ass?”
Glaring at Matty over my shoulder, I watch him grin as we follow Taylor and Christian into our favorite bar, the Prospector. The place is packed, filling up quickly with the weekend crowd for St. Patty’s Day.
Matty winks as he leans in to press his lips against my ear. “You’re not wearing green.”
Fighting a shiver from his breath on my skin, I eye his gold sweater with a scoff. “Neither are you.”
Really, he looks ridiculous. His sleeves are all bunched around his thick arms, accentuating his biceps, the golden hue making his blue eyes pop. Already, a group of women are eyeing him up like their next baby daddy.
“I’ll let you pinch me later,” he chuckles, low enough for only us to hear as we step toward the bar, and I take a second to marvel at how he doesn’t even notice the attention on him. At how oblivious he is.
Do our friends and family know that we’re together? No, but it doesn’t matter. Matty’s always been my platonic soul mate; now he’s more. That’s all there is to it. We don’t need to throw a fucking announcement party .
The bar is heavily decorated in green, with streamers dangling from the ceiling and shamrocks glowing on string lights. An Irish band plays from the stage in the corner, riling up the crowd.
“Juanita, muy Bonita," Christian sings, pecking his favorite bartender on her cheek, “ y tan dulce como una margarita .”
The woman waves him off, looking annoyed but flattered all at once. “Stop kissing ass and tell me what you want.”
As he starts to order, Taylor goes rigid beside me, and I follow his gaze to a table in the back of the room—where his stepbrother, Huckslee, is staring at us like he just saw a roach. And he’s sitting with the guy he dated in high school.
Ah, fuck.
Taylor orders them each a shot before immediately heading in their direction, and Matty shakes his head grimly, folding his arms.
“This won’t be good.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
I don’t know what it is about Taylor and Huck, but whenever they cross paths, violence ensues. Sometimes, it’s entertaining, but other times, it’s...messy. Like prom our senior year of high school. Taylor’s kind of an asshole.
“How much do you want to bet someone gets punched?” I mutter, and Matty shakes his head.
“Nah, Taylor’s not like that anymore. I bet nothing happens.”
“We’ll see.”
Right on cue, Taylor says some shit that causes Huckslee’s friend to jump from his seat and aim for a punch. I’m about to tell Matty to pay up as we head over with Christian, but to my fucking surprise, Huckslee holds his friend back from landing the blow.
Dammit. I wanted to win.
Not that I condone violence. Taylor may be a motherfucker, but he’s our motherfucker, and I’ll hurt anyone who touches him.
Just as we reach them, the bar’s bouncer defuses the situation. I give Huckslee a glare when we all head to the pool tables in the back, just to let him know not to fuck with us. He’s not a particularly bad guy, but I’m not very fond of him either. I’m not fond of many people, honestly, not even my friends half the time, except for Matty.
While Taylor racks up the pool balls, Christian brings over the group of ladies who were eyeing my best friend, and I immediately check out of the conversation. Watching these fuckers pick up chicks for threesomes is boring as hell, and they do it constantly. Typical douchebag manwhore bullshit. I’m about to leave for some air when Matty pulls me back by the arm.
“Where are you going? We’re stripes. It’s our turn.”
“It’s hot as fuck in here,” I mutter, even though I feel just fine.
Christian snickers from where he’s currently kissing a girl’s neck. “Maybe you should take off that jacket and get comfortable, homie.”
Rolling my eyes, I flip him off as Matty steps into my space.
“So I won that bet back there,” he starts, a mischievous glint in his eyes that has my pulse kicking up a notch.
“Pfft, barely. If it weren’t for Huckslee, Taylor would have gotten his ass kicked.”
He shrugs, smiling. “Still won. What’s my prize?”
His gaze falls to my lips, and I swallow hard, suddenly feeling like maybe it is too hot in here after all.
“I dunno, Matthew, what do you want?”
Glancing over his shoulder, he checks to ensure our friends are occupied before grabbing my wrist. “Come on. ”
He drags me toward the employee exit, cold March air hitting us as we exit into an alley in between buildings. His hands press me into the wall as he dives for my mouth, and I part for him easily, the taste and feel of his tongue now as familiar to me as my own.
“Fuck, Ducky,” he groans, nibbling my lip before working his way down my jaw. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”
I snort, slipping my palms under his ridiculous sweater to feel his muscled chest. “You have been kissing me all day. We’ve literally spent it together.”
“Not the whole day.” He nuzzles into my neck, his lips moving softly against my skin. “There was that time you were sleeping and that other time when you wouldn’t let me in the bathroom with you.”
“Matthew, I’m not shitting in front of you. We’re close, but not that close.”
With a laugh, he plants a wet kiss on my nose before dropping to his knees, and I cough in surprise as I gape at him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Claiming my prize.” Running his fingers up my thighs, he gazes at me from beneath his lashes, a teasing smile on his face. “Can I, Xed? Please?”
Oh, fuck.
Blinking down at him, I flounder like a fish, unsure how to respond. We’ve done a lot of docking over the last few months, experimented with hands and fingers, but never that . I didn’t even think it was something he was interested in.
What kind of alternate reality did I suddenly drop into where my best friend—who I thought was straight—is currently on his knees, asking to suck me off ?
Matty seems to grow concerned in my silence, his brows pinching together as he moves to stand. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay—”
“No.” My hands land on his shoulders, pushing him back down as a rush of blood begins to head south. “I do. I want it, but...only if you do.”
“Duh.” He reaches for my belt buckle. “I want to taste every part of you.”
The breath leaves my lungs as I watch him, half in a daze. His hands are cold when he pulls out my dick, but I barely have time to register before his mouth envelops me in soft heat.
“Jesus, fuck, Matty,” I grunt, grabbing onto his hair because holy shit . The man didn’t even work up to it. He just choked me down like an Oscar Meyer hotdog.
He gags himself, swallowing around my length, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A moan leaves his throat, vibrating my shaft, and I swear my eyes almost cross at how fucking good it feels.
“This isn’t as weird as I thought it’d be,” he chuckles, poking his tongue underneath my foreskin. “Kinda like licking the cream from a Twinkie.”
“Did you just...compare my cock to a Twinkie?” God, it feels unreal, the way his tongue swirls around my crown, lapping at my slit.
“Mmm, give me your cream. I want my prize.”
He takes me to the back of his throat, choking again, and I can’t hold back even if I tried.
Grabbing onto his head, I hold him still as I fill his mouth full of cum, shuddering when he swallows. It’s so intense that spots fill my vision, an actual whimper clawing out of me from the way he drinks me down .
“Fuuuck.”
Once I’m completely drained, I slump against the wall, suddenly dizzy and out of breath. Matty licks at my tip to catch any extra drops before standing with a grin on his lips.
“You know, I never knew making dudes come would be so easy. Val took forever to finish. My tongue would get sore.”
“Gross, man,” I glare at him, still coming down from the high he just gave me. “I do not want to think about Valerie’s vagina.”
Gag .
Grabbing my jaw, he kisses me slowly, grinding his stiff cock against my softening one. “I like going down on you. The sounds you make are incredible.”
“Yeah?” Tasting myself on his tongue has me wanting to return the favor, and I reach for the button on his jeans eagerly. “Let me hear what sounds you make.”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Going in for one last kiss, I’m seconds away from kneeling when the backdoor bursts open, banging against the wall.
Matty jumps away from me just as Huckslee runs out, puking his guts all over the ground. I spin around and put my dick away, hurriedly buckling my belt, before glancing at my best friend to find him white as a ghost. His wide blue eyes find mine, pupils dilated, and my stomach drops when I realize he’s nearly stricken with fear.
Fear of being caught with me .
My expression hardens, the euphoria from moments ago fading in the blink of an eye, and Matty’s face falls when he realizes my reaction.
“Wait, Xed, I just— ”
“Make sure Huckslee’s okay,” I hiss, suddenly not in the mood to talk to him. Or anyone, for that matter.
Without giving him another glance, I spin around and head back into the bar, feeling rejected.
I know it shouldn’t matter whether everyone knows, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping someone would find us out. Hoping that I could someday hold his hand in public without him being afraid.
Seems my best friend feels the exact opposite.
Is it me? Am I not enough?
Stepping up to the bar, I scratch at my arms and flag down the bartender, ordering myself a drink to hopefully drown my feelings.
Bury them where they belong, like I’ve always done.