Chapter 7 Matt #2
“He’s not going to threaten your boyfriend,” Holden teased. “He’s outgrown that.”
I raised an eyebrow at Holden. Did he know that Eli had threatened Noah in high school?
Actually, he probably did. There were very few things Holden or Eli did that the other didn’t know about, and it had always been like that between them.
Chris and Silas had both thought something was going on between them when they’d been introduced to the group, and I wasn’t entirely sure that Chris believed them when they said nothing had ever happened between them.
Noah and Eli returned to the table with drinks a few minutes later, and I noticed that Noah had chosen me a brightly colored cocktail, one that came with an umbrella stabbed through a few pieces of fruit.
It was similar to the drinks I’d ordered when he’d gone out with us after his play.
I was surprised that he’d paid that close of attention.
Warmth spread through my body as I took a bite of the alcohol soaked pineapple skewered by the umbrella.
Conversation flowed around the table as we finished our first round of drinks.
Eli was the first person to leave the table, following behind some guy who’d come over to ask him to dance.
Holden followed soon after, and I spotted him dancing with someone right next to Eli, noticeable only by Eli’s distinctive dirty blonde curls.
Chris and Seb left next, joining them on the dance floor.
“Think we should dance too,” Noah suggested, leaning in close enough that I could hear his words. His warm breath on my ear sent chills down my spine.
I nodded and slid off my bar stool. I looked over at Jonas and Silas. “You guys coming?”
They followed us onto the dance floor, and we made our way over to where our friends were dancing.
The music washed over me, and I pressed my body against Noah, moving it to the beats of the dance song playing over the speakers.
His body felt solid behind mine. His hands stayed on my hips at first, holding me against him as we moved together.
His head rested against my shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, I was actually enjoying dancing at Goliath.
I knew it had to do with the man dancing behind me.
When the song shifted, I turned to dance face-to-face with him.
Our foreheads pressed together, and I could feel his breath against my cheeks, against my lips.
My heart raced as we moved in sync. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than the heat rising between us and the way his hands felt through the thin fabric of my shirt.
His hands moved down my torso until they were behind me, then down further to my ass.
He pulled me in closer, and I could feel the reaction our dance was having on his body.
I knew he could feel my reaction too.
My breath hitched in my throat, and our eyes met in the pulsating club lights.
There was a beat, and then our lips collided.
He squeezed my ass tightly, pulling me in closer, like he was trying to merge us into one being.
I lost all sense of myself. I was grinding against him like a man possessed as our tongues explored one another’s mouths.
The music was there, a loud thumping that synced up with my heartbeat and the vague movements of our bodies.
I wanted more.
It was a rare feeling for me, wanting that physical more that it was a jolt to my system. I pulled away from our kiss, panting. “Want to…”
“Leave?”
Yes. I did want to leave. But I didn’t want to stop touching him.
I didn’t want to lose this moment. What if putting a bit of space between us made that feeling go away, made me lose that desire for something physical?
It was a bolt of lightning, and I needed to capture it before it faded away.
I remembered all of Eli’s stories of hookups at Goliath. “Bathroom?” I suggested.
His eyes widened, but before he could question it, I yanked his hand and started pulling him through the crowd. Eli gave me a wicked grin as I passed him, and I had a feeling he knew where we were going and what we were about to do.
The bathroom was, thankfully, empty when we went in.
I pulled him into one of the stalls and locked it behind us.
I could feel the doubt and hesitation starting to creep in along the edges of my courage.
I needed to act before I lost my nerve. I closed the distance between us and captured his lips with mine again.
I pushed him backward until he was pressed against the metal door of the bathroom stall.
That desire for more kept flaring. Kissing him wasn’t enough.
I didn’t care that we were in a filthy bathroom stall.
A thousand different ways of getting more filled my head, and each and every one of them was so damn appealing.
I wanted every single scenario that came to life in my head.
I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, and I wanted him to return the favor.
Of course, none of those ideas seemed like a great idea given where we were.
I didn’t like the idea of touching that bathroom floor, and I couldn’t imagine him wanting to either.
Without thinking, my hands fumbled with the button of his pants.
Once I got the button undone, I pushed his jeans down over his ass.
His cock was rock hard in his tight briefs, straining against the confines of the fabric.
My mouth watered for a taste, and I had to remind myself why I couldn’t just drop down to my knees and get that taste.
Instead, I pushed his underwear down, freeing him, and wrapped my hand around his shaft.
The weight was familiar, a distant memory brought back to life.
The first contact of flesh against flesh had him moaning against my lips, and it made me crave more.
I gave a few tentative strokes, trying to remember the way he’d liked it when we were together in the past. I knew I was overthinking it, so much so that I didn’t even notice his hands moving until I felt the hot club air against my cock.
He spat into his hand and wrapped it around my length, and I tried to match pace with him.
Our kissing turned into hot breaths and pants against one another’s lips, turned into moans.
A combination of precum and spit smoothed the glide, and it still wasn’t enough.
Not until he batted my hand away and took us both in hand.
We fucked into the tight tunnel of his fist. The slide of his cock against mine, the tightness of his fist…
I was so close to the edge. “So good,” I panted out, not sure if the words were even coherent.
I didn’t care if they were coherent.
“So close,” he groaned against my lips. I could feel the words more than I could hear them.
“Me too,” I whispered.
He twisted his hand around our cocks, and it sent me over the edge.
I came with a groan as I shot ropes of cum over his hand, over both of our dicks.
He kept going, kept fucking into his hand, my cum acting as a lubricant.
His hips stuttered, and he bit down on my bottom lip as he shot his load over me.
I felt the heat of his release against my shaft, splashing onto my pelvis, and I swear if I hadn’t already cum, it would’ve been what pushed me over the edge.
I grabbed his wrist as he let go of our cocks, guiding his hand to my lips.
He watched with lust drunk eyes as I licked the jizz from the palm of his hands, sucking his fingers into my mouth and cleaning them with my tongue.
He groaned and panted, like I was on my knees and doing all of this to his cock. “Holy fuck, Matt,” he moaned.
I wanted to hear him moan my name with his dick in my mouth.
Wanting more, even after getting off, was a foreign concept to me.
Usually, the only thing I felt after a hookup was regret.
When his hands were clean, he pulled me into another kiss.
I think we would’ve kept kissing if we hadn’t heard the creak of the bathroom door, someone coming in. The spell was broken.
I pulled away from him and tucked myself back into my pants, half-hard again already.
We went back to my friends, and I kept replaying our time in that bathroom stall.
We made our excuses quickly after returning, and Noah drove me back to my place.
The closer we got, the more I wanted him to come upstairs with me.
So, you could imagine my disappointment when he dropped me off with a kiss and a promise to call me in the morning.