Chapter 38 Mat
Mat
“Heads!” I call and pause, letting my face fall into an expression that’s vague and blank. “So, wait, is heads or tails bottoming first?”
Will falls for it and sighs a deep, long-suffering sigh. “Jesus, bro, I sincerely hope I’m not going to have to explain the mechanics of this to you.”
“What if he only wants to bang one of us toni…?”
“Is that your way of saying you’re volunteering as tribute?”
“N-no! I mean, yeah. Maybe?”
“Let’s not overthink it. Let’s just see what he wants to do and roll with it.”
“Okay.”
The buildup and the nerves and the fucking horrific week of waiting suddenly all become too much. They come at me from different angles and all but crush me. I glance at my phone to see the time. Trouble should be here any minute. That only makes it worse. My breathing grows shallow.
“Mattie.” Will’s voice is gravel. “Come ‘ere.” I get up and amble over to where he stands in the living room on legs that feel spongey and off-balance. I walk into his open arms and let myself crash into the brick wall of solid muscle and safety that is Will. I drop my forehead onto his chest and feel big hands circle the back of my neck. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be with you the whole time. ”
A strange, weak sound leaves me. I look up at him to try to explain.
I can’t find words, but I find Will. His dark hair is falling carelessly across his forehead.
Obsidian eyes meet mine and change. They grow darker and deeper than I’ve ever seen them.
They make me look harder. I teeter on the brink of fear.
I’m not used to this. I’m not used to seeing Will in a way that isn’t familiar to me.
His eyes track down my face. They wash over me like warm water.
I feel it as surely as I’d feel his touch.
They move slowly, spilling down my forehead, pausing briefly at my eyes and then heading south, stopping at my lips.
He seems lost in thought and looks almost serene. Calm and at peace.
“What’s the time?” I ask, pulling away.
“Almost ten.”
“Do you think he’s going to be late?” Panic rises at the thought. There’s a slight chance I can make it until ten, but literally two or three minutes later, and I’ll lose it. “He can’t be late. I can’t handle it. I’m serious. If he’s late, I’m going to shit mys—”
“Matthew!” Will’s index finger is extended toward me. “Don’t you dare even think about finishing that sentence on a night like tonight.”
His face cracks into the kind of smile you don’t often see on him. One that’s so light and carefree it’s almost childlike. It makes a soft burst of laughter ripple out of me.
I freeze.
Will’s smile fades.
We both heard it. Light, agile footsteps on floor tile. The harbinger of Trouble.
“So, who’s going first?” asks Trouble mildly, as if the matter is no more important than who would like what on their burger.
He’s naked, standing in the middle of my room with the level of self-assurance only found in those who are supremely aware of their sexual prowess.
We didn’t undress him tonight. He undressed himself.
His movements were calm and sure, despite the fact we were both looking.
When his clothes were on the floor, he told us to undress.
We did as he said, but we were both skittish about it.
He paced around us slowly as we shed the skins society makes us wear.
Long strides, lean arms and legs. He circled closer and closer until we were both completely naked.
I can say for sure it’s the most naked I’ve ever felt.
I think Will feels it too because he’s standing a little differently from how he usually does.
Usually, he faces things head-on. Full face, full chest. Tonight, one knee is dipped and he has his shoulder turned toward Trouble and me.
Shadows cut into the bulges of his muscular arms and highlight the darkness of his hair and the rich color of his skin.
“Who’s first?” Trouble asks again, his voice a little softer this time.
“Me.” It’s a soft, quivery consonant followed by a vowel that enters the room on the back of a squeak that hits an octave I haven’t been able to hit since I was thirteen.
Trouble smiles. “Okay, Mattie. You first.” He moves to Will, rests his hand on his shoulder lightly, and leans up on his toes, kissing his cheek sweetly and then snapping at his jawbone in a way that’s the polar opposite. “Then it’s your turn.”
Will’s rib cage rises and falls jerkily, and a wayward arm swings a big hand in front of his hard cock and balls as if to protect them.
Trouble smiles again. “Kind of like getting your ears pierced,” he murmurs as if talking to himself. “Best to get ‘em both done at the same time.”
Will and I both falter and then laugh nervously.
“On your hands and knees,” Trouble says to me. He pats the edge of the bed, “Right here, so I can get to you.”
Will gets the lube out of my drawer, and for good measure, he tosses a little bottle of poppers onto the bed too.
Trouble doesn’t waste any time—thank fuck—he takes my cheeks in both hands and parts them gently and then licks an unhesitant stripe from my taint to my tailbone.
I buck from the feeling. Unfamiliar. New.
Slippery and wet. Before I have time to think about the fact his tongue just touched my asshole, he does it again.
Slower and lighter. Then harder again. It unleashes a groan from me, the likes of which I haven’t heard before.
Holy shit, it feels good. It feels factually good.
Physically amazing. It feels mentally good too.
The thought that Trouble’s doing this to me.
The fact his beautiful face is mashed into the crack of my ass and he’s lapping at my rim as if he can’t get enough is one of the biggest turn-ons I’ve ever felt.
He lubes his fingers and starts prepping me in earnest. His movements are slow and careful, a master at work.
Slender digits slide into me as warm lips plant kisses down my spine.
I feel Will’s eyes on me. They’re just as warm as Trouble’s mouth.
He’s behind me, standing beside Trouble, watching what Trouble is doing to me.
Knowing he’s here and watching sends a wave of arousal through me that’s so strong I feel like I’m drowning.
I’m consumed by a desire so overwhelming my entire body feels hot and my skin feels too tight.
A slippery finger glides in and out of me, burning a little.
I know it’s Trouble, and that's a relief. It’s what I want.
He’s what I’ve been thinking about ceaselessly since the first time I met him, but suddenly, for a mad second, I want it to be Will.
I want graceful, expert hands all over my body. I want them on me and in me. And I want big, strong hands. I want them on me hard and rough, scuffing my skin and making me ache.
I want Trouble, make no mistake about it. I want him so much I can taste it. The thing is, I want Will too.
If it weren’t for the fact that blood is rushing through my veins, pooling in my cock and balls, making them so full and hot I can hardly form a coherent thought, I’d probably question that little realization.
I’d probably sit with it for a while, and yeah, I’d probably have a nice little panic about it.
Things being what they are, I don’t. I simply squat down a bit more as Trouble slides another finger into me.
I tense from the intrusion and grunt when the sensation hits me: that deep, intense pressure, the slow burn that flows up my spine.
He moves slowly, taking plenty of time to let me adjust, focusing his attention on stretching me, but now and again, he dips his fingers down on my gland to reward me.
When he does, my head rears back, and I curse viciously.
It goes on for so long that I start thinking I’m not going to make it.
I’m going to come before he even starts fucking me.
I’m so lost to sensation I’m only distantly aware of Will climbing onto the bed.
He positions himself on his haunches directly in front of me.
His eyes are black and his lips are bitten.
“You ready?” he asks.
I groan long and loud for yes.
I feel Trouble’s hands on my body again, raking up gooseflesh with his nails and immediately smoothing them down with his palms. He maneuvers my body gently, so gently, I’m hardly aware of him doing it.
He lands a soft tap on my inner thigh that makes me part my legs wider and applies gentle pressure on the small of my back, making me tilt my ass until it’s right where he wants it.
I hear the schlick-schlick of a dick being lubed, and a storm of nerves gather force.
I look back and see the full fury of Trouble’s cock approaching me. Fear and arousal churn in my groin.
“Um, I-I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
Good and evil collide in Trouble’s eyes, and a slow smile spreads across his face, lightening it, brightening it, making it so beautiful I can hardly hold eye contact with him. “Oh, don’t you worry, baby, it’ll fit. I’ll make sure of that.”
I gulp and look forward. Will runs a hand through my hair and grips hard at the back of my neck. “You’ve got this,” he breathes.
I tilt my ass down till I’m on my haunches and close my eyes as the smooth, blunt head of a colossal cock nudges my hole.
I tense, even though I try not to. A gentle tug of my hair grounds me and reminds me what I’m here for.
It makes me open my eyes and look straight into black.
Glittering and glossy. Blinking as he watches me. Guarding me and keeping me safe.