Chapter 21 #2
Owen chuckled. “Fingers first.” He circled Matt’s hole with the pad of his index finger, then slowly slid it into him. He bit his lip. “Oh God. Your hole has me in a death grip.”
“Is that bad?”
Owen’s eyes danced with amusement. “Tight is good. Tight is very good.”
Whatever he did next made Matt’s toes curls. Every inch of him was alight, every fucking cell was vibrating and zinging.
“What… what did you do?”
Owen stroked Matt’s thigh, one finger buried inside him. “Say hello to your prostate.”
“Tell it hi from me and don’t fucking stop,” he panted. He hugged his knees to his chest, while Owen crooked his finger and teased the internal button Matt had known about but never guessed had the power to take the top of his head off.
When Owen added a second finger, Matt took several deep breaths, knowing that two had to feel better than one eventually.
Owen sank them into Matt’s body, twisting them occasionally, going deep, until Matt started pushing back, wanting more of him.
With his other hand, he tugged slowly on his dick, and Matt was torn between those fingers stretching him, and the thought of Owen’s cock filling him to bursting point.
“It’s so long, so big,” he murmured.
“It’ll fit, I promise you.” Owen pulled back the foreskin, the head glistening with pre-cum. “Still want this?”
Matt managed a nod.
“Say it. Let me hear the words.”
He shuddered out a breath. “I want you inside me. I… I want to come while you’re inside me.”
Owen’s pupils were fucking huge. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers before reaching into the drawer beside the bed. He tore the condom wrapper, tossed the foil aside, then unrolled the latex down his solid shaft. Matt watched as he smeared lube along its length.
“How do you want me?”
Owen smiled. “Stay exactly where you are for now.” Then he leaned between Matt’s legs and kissed him.
Matt let go of his legs, grabbed hold of Owen’s head, and held him there, deepening the kiss.
“Are you ready?” Owen murmured against his lips.
Matt cradled Owen’s head and kissed him. “Yeah.”
Owen sat up, drizzled lube over Matt’s hole, and eased the head inside him as though they had all the time in the world.
Matt wanted to see.
He pulled on his dick, breathing, aware of every centimetre of Owen’s shaft as it filled him. Soft cries of “Oh” tumbled from his lips and he let them escape, mouth open, eyes wide.
Then Owen paused, bent down, and kissed him.
Matt let go of his legs and locked his arms around Owen’s neck, losing himself in the kiss, aware of feeling so fucking full. Warmth radiated everywhere and his heartbeat raced. His face felt as if it were glowing, and a surge of elation exploded through him.
He laughed, and Owen stared into his eyes. “I don’t usually get that reaction,” he said with a chuckle.
Matt couldn’t kill his smile. “I can’t believe you got all that inside me.”
Owen kissed him, his tongue going deep, and Matt moaned into it.
A heartbeat later, Owen rocked a little, and Matt cradled the back of Owen’s head, keeping them connected as Owen rolled his hips, easing in and out of him with short fluid strokes.
Against all of it, however, was the constant flow of kisses, murmurs, and soft touches.
Matt reached down to palm his cock, and Owen nodded. “Play with it. That’ll only make things feel better.”
He managed a nod, pulling on his shaft, gasping as Owen slid all the way home.
Owen shuddered. “Your hole is perfect.”
Matt trembled beneath Owen’s hands, a fluttery sensation in his chest and stomach. Then Owen lifted Matt’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, folding him in half. He looked into Matt’s eyes, stilling.
“That’s all of me, balls-deep in you.”
Matt shuddered. “Fuck. Oh God.” Owen rocked again, and he let out a moan. “Yeah. So fucking big.”
Owen cupped Matt’s nape and kissed him, his cock filling him. Then he began to move, short strokes alternating with deep thrusts, burying his shaft in Matt’s body. Matt clutched Owen’s shoulders, a string of low moans and soft cries pouring from his lips.
Owen paused, his hand on Matt’s cheek. “Want to sit on it?”
Matt laughed again, unable to keep the elation inside him. “Yeah.”
Owen eased out of him, and they swapped places. Owen sat back against the pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, then added more lube to his gloved cock. “Sit astride me, then guide me back into you.”
Matt straddled Owen’s hips, on his knees, and reached back to bring the slippery shaft to his hole.
Fuck, when it slid all the way home again…
He looked down at Owen, lips parted, chest heaving.
Owen nodded. “Ride it. Choose your speed. Fuck yourself on it.”
He raised himself up a little, then sank back down again.
“Put your feet on the mattress,” Owen told him. “Makes it easier to bounce on it.”
Matt blinked. “Bounce?”
Owen grinned. “Trust me.”
Matt did as instructed, one hand gripping the headboard, eyes fixed on Owen’s flushed face. Owen had both hands on Matt’s arse, and he was helping him to move, encouraging him.
Suddenly, bouncing made a lot more sense.
Matt couldn’t contain his groans as their bodies slapped together, the sound competing with the noises that escaped both of them. Owen pulled him down into a fervent kiss, and Matt fed him moan after moan.
Then Owen’s hands were on Matt’s waist, slowing him, their lips locked in kiss after urgent kiss, until Matt’s head was spinning and his body screamed for release. His cock smacked against his belly as Owen tilted his hips and speared into him, and Matt knew he couldn’t last much longer.
“Owen.” The word was drawn out like a sigh, a plea.
Owen nodded. “Come when you want. Don’t hold it back.”
Matt nodded again, his hands on Owen’s head and neck. He pressed his lips to Owen, muffling his cry as he shot hard, and Owen held him, stroked him, feeding him soft, low noises that fuelled Matt’s orgasm, until it felt as though it would never end.
When he was finally spent, Owen’s breathing quickened, his eyes on Matt.
“My turn,” he said with a gasp. He thrust up, and a moment later Matt felt that slow throb inside him. He held onto Owen, shaking, aware of warmth filling him, Owen’s hands caressing him, Owen’s lips seeking his.
Matt brought his forehead to Owen’s, his eyes closed, both of them breathing erratically.
“Curiosity sated?”
Matt couldn’t help it. He sat back and laughed, the sound loud and as bright as the sunlight pouring through the windows. Owen stared at him, eyes wide.
Matt grinned. “I think I might need to try that again. You know, just to check the results.”
Owen’s eyes sparkled. “I’d expect nothing less.” Then he cupped the back of Matt’s head and drew him down into a long, gentle kiss.
A second later, Owen froze. “I can hear a phone. It could be mine.” He flushed. “I left it downstairs.”
“Mine too.” Matt cocked his head. “Wait—that’s my phone.”
Owen placed his hand on Matt’s forearm. “It can wait a second. I’m still wearing you like a glove puppet.”
Matt let out a chuckle. “Good point.” He lifted himself gingerly, and Owen’s still half-hard dick slid out of him. He stared at the condom.
“What are you thinking?”
Matt blinked, then returned his attention to Owen. “I was actually wondering if it will feel any different when there’s nothing between us.”
Owen tilted his head. “I take it once was not enough?” He grinned. “And yes, it does feel different.”
“You know that from experience?” He wasn’t sure why the thought of Owen taking someone else’s cock felt like such a revelation.
Owen smiled. “I do.” He paused. “I discovered I enjoyed both sides of the equation. And now? Well, people tend to work out what suits them best.” He met Matt’s eyes. “I did.”
Matt nodded. “So you’re happy where you ended up?”
Owen smiled. “Very.”
Owen removed the condom and tied a knot in it, depositing it on the bedside table.
“I’ve already found a clinic where I’ll go to get tested.
It’s on the high street in Winchester.” He smiled.
“Want me to book you in for an appointment too?” He knew he was changing the subject, but there was some topics he didn’t want to revisit.
“How long do results take to come through?”
Owen laughed. “Oh wow. You really are eager, aren’t you?”
Matt gaped at him. “Hey, this is all your fault.”
“How do you work that out?”
He grinned. “You’re good at this. So naturally, I want more.” He paused. “That’s assuming you do, too.”
A moment later, Owen had his arms around Matt, kissing him, stroking his hair.
“You bet I do.” He gave Matt’s arse a gentle squeeze. “Everything okay?”
“Apart from the fact that it feels as if you’re still in there? Sure.”
Owen laughed. “You took it like a champion. Next time will be easier.”
Matt kissed the tip of his nose. “Next time, I want something else.” Owen arched his eyebrows, and Matt smiled. “You know… making me come just with your tongue.”
Owen let out a breath.
“I was right. You’re going to be trouble.” He cocked his head again. “And that’s my phone. Apparently, real life wants us.”
Matt climbed off him, and Owen got off the bed. They went downstairs and into the lounge. Owen located his phone first. He peered at the screen, frowning.
“It’s your dad.”
Matt pulled his phone from the pocket of his shorts. “He’s calling me as well.” He accepted the call. “Hi, Dad.”
Silence. Then Matt’s smile vanished, and Owen’s heart sank.
“What?” Matt closed his eyes. “Okay.” Another silence. “We’ll be right there.” He lowered the phone slowly, then swallowed.
“Granddad died.”