Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Owen closed the patio door, then rested one hand against the frame.
Matt was still naked, garments clutched in his hand. He was flushed, either from the heat or the activity, lips slightly swollen from their kisses. His chest heaved as though he’d run a mile.
Time to slow this down.
“We should talk.”
Matt blinked. “Okay, I didn’t expect that.”
“I don’t want to make assumptions.”
Matt’s breathing hitched, and those eyes stayed locked on Owen’s, the scent of coconut pervading the air.
“I mean, I know where I’d like this to go.” Owen managed a smile. “But I don’t know where you want it to go.”
He drew in a deep breath. “What we’ve done—what we were doing—I… I liked it.” Another breath. “I want to keep exploring this.”
Owen arched his eyebrows. “‘Exploring’ can mean a lot of different things.”
“I know.” Matt glanced at their surroundings. “Can I just say this feels so weird, standing in your lounge without a stitch on.”
He lowered his gaze to where Matt’s cock was at half-mast. “Part of you doesn’t seem to be fazed by it.” Then he stepped closer, the head of his own dick brushing Matt’s hip. Owen ignored it and cupped Matt’s chin, looking him in the eye. “So tell me what you know.”
Matt had stopped trying to predict Owen several days ago.
Right then, he was making space for Matt to think, which went some way to diminishing Matt’s nerves. His head was all over the place, his imagination already running riot, his heart still pounding from where they’d almost gone.
And Matt wanted to get back there.
“I’ve never…” He searched for words that sounded honest rather than dramatic. “I’ve never been with a man.” Owen nodded, and Matt had to smile. “No surprise there, right?”
Owen shrugged. “I wondered.”
Matt swallowed. “I’ve been with women, but…” He wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence.
“But it never really fitted?”
Matt blinked again. “Something like that.” Relief swamped him. Owen hadn’t given a knowing smile or said he’d known instinctively.
He just listened. More than that, he didn’t rush me.
Then Owen took his hand and led him to the couch. He sat, patting the seat cushion next to him.
Matt gave a wry chuckle. “Okay, this is even more weird.”
“You have hangups about sitting naked on furniture? Hey, it’s my furniture, and I don’t care, so you shouldn’t.
” Owen’s eyes gleamed. “Wait until the party. You won’t believe the action these couches will see.
” He leaned back, and Matt tried not to let the sight of that cock distract him.
“But if we’re taking this further, there are a few things I always talk about first.”
Matt frowned. “Such as?”
“Health. Testing. PrEP. DoxyPEP. Condoms. Expectations.”
Matt raised his eyebrows. “Firstly, some of those words sounded as if they were in a language I don’t even speak, and secondly… you really discuss all that?”
“Every time.”
“Before…”
“Before sex? Yes.”
“Doesn’t it kill the mood?”
Owen smiled. “No.” He held Matt’s gaze. “It lets everyone relax.” He stroked Matt’s thigh, and Matt’s dick jerked at the touch. “I see these conversations as part of intimacy, not an interruption to it.”
Every word Owen uttered went to confirm Matt’s impression of the naked man beside him.
He’s making sure I’m informed, free to choose. He could easily have swept me along on a tide of lust. Matt was honest enough to admit that was where they’d been heading. But Owen hadn’t taken advantage.
Matt breathed more easily. “Then we’d better have that conversation, because I know where I want this to go.” Owen stilled, and Matt covered Owen’s hand with his own. “I want you to fuck me.”
Owen’s lips parted. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” Matt smiled. “So what were all those words again?”
It had to be one of the most surreal conversations ever, sitting on Owen’s couch, discussing all the ways Owen employed to keep his sexual partners safe.
Matt had heard of Truvada and didn’t have a clue about DoxyPEP.
He was a little disappointed when Owen said they’d use condoms—part of him had wanted nothing between them—but Owen had said that was only until Matt had been tested and got the all-clear.
At least one of us is being responsible.
Then the implication hit him. Testing…
Owen doesn’t want to make this a one-off.
That sent a shiver of anticipation through him.
When Owen stopped talking, Matt grinned. “So is that it? We’re good to go?”
Owen laughed. “My, you are eager.”
Matt opened his mouth to deny it, then stopped. Owen was right, he was eager, and that was the astonishing part.
All those conversations at university, all the stories about people unable to keep their hands off each other.
Friends disappearing halfway through parties because they couldn’t wait until morning.
Matt had always assumed they were exaggerating, dressing up ordinary attraction as something dramatic.
Apparently not.
What flooded through him wasn’t curiosity anymore, or even something he felt he ought to do because everyone else seemed to.
It was want, simple, powerful, and impossible to mistake.
I spent years wondering whether there was something missing inside me, and all that time, there wasn’t.
He’d been waiting for someone who made him feel like this.
He smiled. “Yes, I am.” He stood, aware of his cock rising. “So why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing?”
Owen rose, took Matt’s hand, and led him out of the lounge and up the stairs.
When they reached his bedroom, Owen closed the windows.
Matt laughed. “Good thinking.” He paused. “Now, what were we doing before I nearly alerted half the lane?”
Owen grinned. “You were getting acquainted with my cock.” He pointed to the bed. “Sit in the middle, with the pillows supporting you.”
Matt walked over to the bed, climbed onto it, and crawled towards the headboard, affording Owen the perfect view of his arse. Those firm, round cheeks, dusted with hair…
Owen groaned. “You are going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
Matt twisted to look at him over his shoulder. “What have I done now?”
“I’m trying to get my dick into your mouth, and meanwhile, you’re already making me think about the next course.”
Matt flipped over onto his back, his gaze locked on Owen’s shaft. “Whereas I’m thinking I might have bitten off more than I can chew with the starter.”
Owen gave another exaggerated wince. “Can you not mention biting right now?”
The light in Matt’s eyes was extremely attractive.
Matt sat back against the pillows, and Owen straddled his chest once more, knees planted on either side, pressed against Matt’s ribs. He placed one hand flat to the wall above the bed, then leaned forwards, guiding the head of his cock to Matt’s lips.
Matt didn’t hesitate. He traced the rim with his tongue, then opened wide to take more of it.
Fucking hell, the suction from those lips, and the sight of them stretched around Owen’s shaft….
“I can see what makes you a good student,” he ground out, gaze locked on his dick as it filled Matt’s mouth. “You learn fast.”
Matt paused, lips wet with saliva, chest rising and falling. “I copied what you did.” His eyes glittered. “So apparently, I had a good teacher.” Then he slid Owen’s cock into wet heaven.
Owen’s balls drew up high and tight, and he fought the urge to bury his dick in Matt’s throat. Matt’s hands were on Owen’s arse, his fingers digging into the flesh, his moans around Owen’s dick causing the most delicious vibrations.
Matt’s face reddened and his eyes glistened, but he took it all as Owen rolled his hips, not going too deep. Matt let go with one hand and curled his fingers around his own shaft, tugging on it, squeezing it, pre-cum already evident.
Any more of this, and Owen would be shooting his load into that talented mouth.
He pulled free. “Next course.”
Matt wiped his lips. “What’s on the menu?”
He shifted down the bed, grabbed Matt’s ankles, and rolled his arse up into the air. “Your hole.”
Matt’s breath caught.
Owen grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, and stuffed it under Matt’s hips.
“Grab your legs around the knees,” he told Matt. “I’m going to need my hands.”
Matt knew his eyes had to be like saucers. “There’s that bossy streak again.” A little shiver trickled through him.
Owen didn’t hesitate. He leaned over and kissed Matt, taking his time. “It’s okay to have nerves, all right? And any time this gets too much, or you need to breathe, or stop altogether, you tell me, okay? If something feels wrong, or—”
Matt cupped Owen’s face with one hand and kissed him. He breathed in the scent of him, a mix of sunscreen, sweat, and something unknown that had to be pure, unadulterated Owen, an earthy smell that stirred his senses and went straight to his cock.
“I’m fine,” Matt whispered against Owen’s mouth. “All this is fine. And I still want this.” Then he let go of Owen and pulled his knees to his chest.
Owen rubbed a leisurely finger over Matt’s pucker, and Matt shuddered.
“Does that feel good?” Owen stilled, his gaze fixed on Matt’s face.
Matt managed a nod. “Good, but kind of… illicit at the same time.”
Owen leaned over and kissed it, and Matt stared at him. “To quote one of my favourite films, you’ve always thought of it as an out hole.”
Matt’s laughter bounced off the walls. “You nailed it.”
Owen smiled. “Then I’m about to show you how good it feels as an in hole.”
Before Matt could react, Owen licked a path over his hole, and Matt shivered.
“Aw, fuck.”
Owen flicked the pucker with the tip of his tongue, then kissed it, licked it, teased it, until Matt was shaking, his dick throbbing. Owen paused, his eyes focused on Matt’s. “I could make you come just by doing this.”
Matt tried to breathe. “I believe you,” he croaked.
“I could get you open enough to get my tongue in there.”
Shit.
Then Owen reached over to the bedside table, picked up the bottle of lube Matt hadn’t even noticed, and squeezed a little of the clear viscous liquid onto his finger. “But I want my fingers inside you more than my tongue.”
Fingers. Fuck.
“I… I was hoping for something else inside me.”