Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
For a second or two, Matt had no idea how Owen would react.
He stood there in the doorway, the rise and fall of his chest steadier than Matt’s, his gaze drifting over Matt’s naked body.
In a flood of boldness, Matt gave his dick a gentle tug, his heartbeat erratic.
Owen’s breathing hitched. He walked slowly to the foot of the bed and paused, arms by his sides, his eyes on the motion of Matt’s hand before moving to his face.
Matt didn’t look away, didn’t pause in his leisurely strokes, feeling lighter in his chest, a sense of calm stealing over him. Owen reached for his own erection, then stopped.
Matt stilled. “Do it.”
Owen rubbed his crotch, and Matt had to watch. He swallowed, Ben’s comment now making a lot more sense.
‘They’re hardly going to laugh at yours.’
Clearly the water in the pool had been cold.
Matt tugged on his cock, gaze locked on the slow motion of Owen’s hand.
The moment felt surreal and heady at the same time.
He managed a chuckle. “Where’s lube when you need it?” Matt made sure to keep his bottle hidden at home. There were some things mothers did not need to see. And his was stuffed into the drawer of his bedside table.
Owen stilled, turned around, and headed into the sitting room. A moment later, he returned and tossed a bottle onto the bed.
He was standing too far away.
Matt inclined his head to the space beside him. “There’s room for you too.” His heartbeat raced.
Owen stared at him, and Matt suddenly knew what felt wrong about this.
He hasn’t said a word.
Matt took a breath. “If you want to.”
A heartbeat later, Owen hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, slid them over his hips, and bent to remove them entirely. He straightened, his cock bobbing up, pointing at Matt. Owen glanced at it, then smiled.
“It seems I do.”
He walked around the bed, then climbed onto it, stuffing a couple of pillows behind him. Matt grabbed the bottle of lube, offering it to him, and Owen squeezed some of the clear liquid directly onto his shaft.
Matt copied him, settling against the pillows, his fingers wrapped around slick, warm flesh.
“I’ve never done this with anyone else,” he confessed.
Owen grinned. “And I’ve lost count of how many times I have.” He gave his dick a gentle tug.
It took Matt a second or two to find his rhythm again, his attention torn between working his shaft and staring at the mesmerising motion of Owen’s hand.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Owen’s palm glided over his hard, thick, uncut cock.
He stared as Owen ran his thumb up and down the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft.
He swallowed as Owen gripped his dick, his hand twisting now and then, his breathing in sync with each movement.
Then Owen turned his head towards Matt, eyes glittering in the lamplight.
“Say it.”
A hard swallow. “Say what?”
“Whatever it is you’re fighting so hard not to say.” Owen looked into his eyes. “Because you can say anything to me. You know that, right?”
He shivered. “Can I… touch you?”
Owen’s smile warmed him from head to toe. “I thought you’d never ask.” He cocked his head. “Do I get to touch too?”
Another shiver trickled through him. “Yes.”
Owen reached over, and Matt caught his breath at the feel of that strong hand curled around his thickening shaft.
Fuck. He hadn’t expected it to feel that different, but he couldn’t deny the frisson of electricity travelling through his body as Owen slid fingers up and down his length.
Then he remembered it took two.
Matt curved his hand around Owen’s cock, and feeling it pulse was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced. He pulled back the foreskin and brushed his palm over the taut, shiny head. It came away slick with pre-cum.
Owen shuddered out a breath. “That’s down to you.” Matt blinked, and he nodded. “Listening to you jerking off… I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.” He gripped Matt’s dick firmly. “And I never imagined I’d get to do this.”
“But you hoped?”
Owen smiled. “I hoped so fucking hard.” He paused, then squeezed Matt’s cock. “I want to play with this for a while. Is that okay?”
Matt struggled to draw breath. “More than okay.”
A man was touching him in the most intimate way, and he didn’t want it to end.
Owen let go of Matt’s dick, then shifted down the bed. He paused at Matt’s hip. “Spread for me?”
That low gasp did wonders for his self-esteem.
Owen knelt between Matt’s legs, applied a generous helping of lube, then stroked his cock with both hands, alternating between them, running them from the head to the root. He palmed the head, and Matt’s breathing changed, becoming more erratic, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Owen couldn’t resist. He kept one hand curled around Matt’s rigid dick, and reached for his nipple with the other, brushing his thumb over it, loving the shivers that multiplied.
He didn’t settle into any one action but switched between them, rubbing over the head, using a twisting motion around the shaft, and sliding his fingers up and down at a pace designed to drive Matt wild.
Judging by the increasing number of moans tumbling from Matt’s lips, it was working.
Owen resumed his playful torture of Matt’s nipple, moving from one to the other, keeping him off-balance. When he gave one a pinch, Matt laughed, shivering.
Those lips looked soft, inviting…
Do it.
“Can I kiss you?” Consent was everything.
Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.
Owen knelt up and leaned forward, his weight on one hand, and stroked Matt’s lightly bearded chin. “Open your mouth for me.”
Matt’s lips parted, and Owen slipped his tongue inside to brush across Matt’s, tasting him, Matt’s low moan reverberating through him.
They locked lips, and Owen stifled his own moan when Matt’s hand found his neck, his fingers grazing the skin.
His belly quivered against Owen’s, and that felt exquisite.
He ran his hand over Matt’s shoulder, his chest, his movements careful and steady.
When they parted, Owen returned to his kneeling position, the skin of Matt’s shaft like silk beneath his fingertips. His breathing sped up, and he met Matt’s gaze.
“I want to taste you.”
Matt’s eyes widened. “Yes.”
Owen bent his head and licked over the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum from the slit. Matt’s groan filled his ears, and Owen took the head into his mouth, one hand trailing over Matt’s stomach in unhurried circles. Matt pushed up with his hips, and Owen’s mouth was full of hard cock.
He got into another rhythm, sucking on the head, tugging gently on Matt’s balls, and all the while he kept up that gentle stroking of Matt’s chest and torso, feeling each shudder that rippled through him. He took Matt a little deeper, and Matt arched his back, moaning.
“Oh, yeah.”
Owen forgot about his own demanding hard-on and gave himself up to the delicious task of making Matt come.
He picked up the pace, his fingers curled around the root, and Matt’s noises grew louder and more frequent. When Owen buried Matt’s dick in his throat and his nose in Matt’s pubes, Matt gripped his head, holding him there.
“Fuck.”
It was only a whisper, but it made Owen’s heart sing.
He sucked harder, concentrating his efforts on the head, giving Matt’s sac sharper tugs, until Matt was shaking all over.
Owen paused, pulling free, a glistening rope of saliva tethering his mouth to Matt’s cock. “Are you okay?”
Matt shuddered. “Yeah. Don’t stop.” His toes curled into the mattress.
Owen went back to driving Matt closer to orgasm, and Matt’s cries intensified.
“Oh, yeah, yeah. Oh. Fuck. Fuck.” His eyes were huge. “Owen… I’m going to—”
A heartbeat later, warmth filled Owen’s mouth and he swallowed every drop, not stopping until Matt was done, limp and melting into the mattress.
Owen lay beside him, his hand curled around his own dick, pumping hard, his heart hammering, his breath leaving him in staccato bursts. Matt touched him on his chest, his thigh, his face, breathing in sync with him.
“Oh God.” Owen stilled as he shot hard, aiming for Matt’s slightly furry torso, his cum catching on the hair.
He leaned into Matt, shaking, breathing in the smell of him, drinking in every sound.
When he was spent, he dropped onto his back, still jolted by mini shocks, revelling in the waves of pleasure crawling over him.
Matt rolled onto his side, cupped Owen’s cheek, and kissed him on the lips.
“That was…” He shivered. “That was amazing.”
Owen let out a breath. “Oh good.” A quiet laugh escaped him.
“I’m relieved it wasn’t just me.” He stretched his hand out to the bedside table where a box of tissues sat, and helped himself to a few.
Once he’d removed every trace, he wadded it and left it on the varnished surface. He stared at the room for a moment.
Now what?
He wasn’t used to feeling this uncertain.
Better to leave before either of us start overthinking it. Before things get awkward.
He pushed himself upright, and Matt’s hand settled against his back, the touch light.
“Don’t go.”
Owen looked round.
Matt met his gaze. “Don’t go back to the couch. Please.” He hesitated. “Stay here. With me.”
For a moment, the request caught Owen off guard. This wasn’t how casual usually worked. Normally, one of them left, or he did. Nobody asked the other to stay because they both understood what the night was—and what it wasn’t.
But this is Matt’s first time with a man.
That changed things. It was only natural he’d want a little reassurance.
He smiled. “If you’re sure.”
Matt nodded. “I’m sure.”
Owen slipped back beneath the duvet.
Just for tonight.
That’s all this is.