Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Where’s this massage oil of yours?”
Matt wasn’t convinced this was a good idea. Massage looked straightforward enough on television, but there was every chance he’d press too hard, prod something important, or somehow make Owen regret asking.
Maybe I should’ve watched a YouTube tutorial first.
Owen unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. “I know that look.”
“What look?”
“The one you get when you’re overthinking.”
Matt sighed. “Am I that obvious?”
“Only to me.” Owen cocked his head. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Matt laughed. “Yeah. I mean, the idea of getting my hands on you?” He grinned, cupping himself through his shorts. “I’m definitely on board with that.”
Owen chuckled.
Then Matt swallowed. “I just… don’t want to get it wrong.”
Owen walked over to him, placed his hands on Matt’s face, and leaned in to kiss him. “You won’t,” he murmured against Matt’s lips. He pulled back and pointed to the bathroom. “The oil’s in my toiletries bag in there.”
Matt went in search of it. He found the small dark brown bottle. “‘Knotty but Nice’? Who comes up with this stuff?”
Owen laughed. “I saw it in the supermarket and couldn’t resist.”
Matt wandered back into the bedroom to find Owen standing beside the bed, naked, his cock definitely not disinterested.
“How do you want me?”
“Let me grab a couple of towels. I don’t think Alex would be happy if we got oil all over the sheets.
” Matt placed the bottle on the bedside table, then went in search of towels.
He found the two largest, spread them over the duvet, and grabbed a pillow, tossing it to the foot of the bed.
“Put your head there. You can stare out the window while I do this.”
“Is the view supposed to distract me?” Owen chuckled. He looked Matt up and down. “Are you staying like that? You might get oil on your shorts.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Very subtle. What you really mean is, ‘Get naked too, Matt.’”
Owen had a point, though.
He eased the elasticated waistband over his hips, dropped the shorts to the floor, then stepped out of them. He folded his arms. “And you’re still standing.”
Owen snickered. “I see that bossy streak is still going strong.”
“We’re as bad as each other.” He pointed towards the bed. “Face down, please. I’ll start with your back.”
Owen settled onto the mattress, arms folded beneath the pillow, turning his head so he could still see Matt.
Matt climbed onto the bed beside him and unscrewed the bottle of massage oil. A small pool of it glistened in his palm.
He hesitated. “Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
Owen smiled. “There isn’t a wrong.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Matt.” Their eyes met. “I trust you.”
Matt rubbed his hands together to warm the oil before resting them gently on Owen’s shoulders.
The tension beneath his palms surprised him. He worked slowly, learning rather than assuming, paying attention to the way Owen’s breathing changed whenever he found a knot or eased the pressure.
Before long, Owen had stopped talking altogether. His breathing lengthened, his shoulders gradually lost their rigidity, and whatever tension remained seemed to melt away beneath his hands.
It struck Matt this wasn’t really about sore muscles. Owen had spent the weekend trusting him with one vulnerability after another.
This was simply another kind of trust.
“You know, for someone who claims to be retired, you carry an awful lot on your shoulders.”
Owen gave a sleepy huff of laughter. “Occupational hazard.”
“I thought you’d left the job behind.”
“Apparently my body didn’t get the memo.”
Matt laughed and continued, enjoying the simple rhythm of caring for the man beneath him. He slid his hands across Owen’s broad shoulders, using his thumbs to push into the muscles, moving slowly down Owen’s back before heading up to his shoulders again.
“Oh.” Owen turned his head towards Matt. “That feels so good.”
Matt smiled. “Then close your eyes and I’ll keep going.”
Owen sank his face into the pillow, and Matt resumed, moving over the flesh with slow, steady strokes, kneading gently. He worked on Owen’s neck muscles, shoulders, upper arms, and all the while a soft litany of ohs filled the air. Matt reapplied the oil, then shifted lower to Owen’s arse cheeks.
Owen’s chorus of Ohs grew louder.
Matt chuckled as he dug his fingers into the firm globes, squeezing, kneading…
“I figured this was where you needed the most attention after a day’s riding.” He slid his hands over Owen’s arse to the tops of his thighs, the edge of his fingers straying into Owen’s crack.
Owen spread his legs and buried his face in the pillow, muffling his moans. Matt kept up the massage, the motions fluid and sensual. His cock rose, flushed and hard, and he gave it a silent talking to.
This was for Owen.
“Roll over onto your back,” he instructed.
Owen flipped over. “Sorry.”
Matt was about to ask why he was apologising when he noticed Owen’s shaft, thick and solid against his belly. Matt let out a chuckle.
“No apology needed. It had the same effect on me.”
Owen rested his head on the pillow, his arms above it, one leg bent at the knee. Matt dribbled the oil onto Owen’s chest, then slid his hands over the mat of hair, moving lower. Owen’s cock jerked whenever Matt’s fingers edged too close to it.
“Kiss me,” Owen demanded.
As if Matt could refuse that.
He leaned over and their lips met in a leisurely, sensual kiss, Matt’s hands still gliding slowly over Owen’s chest and belly, lower, lower, until his fingertips grazed the head of Owen’s dick.
Owen’s low gasp was beautiful to hear.
Matt kept his gaze locked on Owen’s face as he worked his shaft with unhurried strokes, pausing only to give his balls a gentle squeeze.
Owen swallowed. “Matt…”
He didn’t hesitate. He bent over Owen’s crotch, curled his fingers around the base, and took the head of Owen’s cock between his lips.
“Oh God, yeah.” Owen teased his own nipples with his thumbs, hips rocking a little as he tried to fill Matt’s mouth.
Matt stroked Owen’s chest as he sucked and licked, his own dick like steel.
“My turn to taste you,” Owen ground out.
Matt knelt at his head, and Owen settled into a rhythm, one hand wrapped around Matt’s cock as he took it deep, the other working his own shaft, squeezing it, pulling back the foreskin, pre-cum already glistening there.
Matt rocked, filling Owen’s mouth, his hand rubbing over Owen’s chest, teasing his nipples, tugging gently on Owen’s chest hair.
Then Owen stilled. “Wait.”
Matt pulled free of him, and Owen flipped over onto his stomach again. He turned his head to look Matt in the eye, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I… I want you inside me.”
For a heartbeat, Matt stared at him, certain he’d misheard.
The only sounds in the room came from below them in the pub, mingled music and conversation.
Owen was still looking at him. Offering himself.
Matt’s throat tightened. “Are… are you sure about this?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” He paused. “Or if I didn’t trust you.” Then he smiled, warm and so certain. “Please, Matt. I want this. With you.”
Matt took a deep breath. “Okay. Let me be what you need.”
Owen closed his eyes for a second.
Let me be what you need.
A wave of heat stole over him, and he felt a little light-headed.
Matt’s reaction was everything.
From the moment the idea had first occurred to him, he’d wondered whether it would be a mistake, whether asking had been selfish. Whether he’d taken something that had belonged to Ben and laid it at Matt’s feet far too soon.
Yet Matt had acted as though the thing Owen had entrusted to him mattered every bit as much to him as it did to Owen.
The knot in Owen’s belly unravelled a little.
A memory surfaced unbidden. Ben, years earlier, taking his hand.
We’ll stop if you want to stop.
Never once had Owen felt hurried. It had never been about proving anything.
It had been about feeling completely safe with another human being.
He looked at Matt now, waiting, quiet.
He’s looking after me.
His chest constricted.
I’ve spent the last few weeks introducing Matt to new experiences—guiding him, reassuring him, making sure he never felt out of his depth.
But somewhere along the way, the balance had shifted.
Matt isn’t the one needing reassurance anymore.
I am.
And somehow, without either of them noticing when it had happened, Matt had become the man Owen trusted to give it.
He reached for Matt’s hand, his thumb brushing across the back of it.
“You already are what I need.” Then he grinned. “I was planning on it being tonight, though.”
Matt’s eyes gleamed. “So it’s a limited offer?”
Owen’s heartbeat quickened. “That will depend entirely on you.” He knelt on all fours, his breath catching as Matt shifted across the bed to kneel behind him.
“You’re not in any hurry to get me in there, are you? Because there’s something else I’d like to do, while I have the chance.”
Before Owen could get a word out, insistent fingers spread his cheeks, and a warm, wet tongue gave a tentative lick over his hole.
“Fuck.” Owen buried his face in the pillow, his cock trying to burrow through the mattress. Matt’s breath warmed him, his tongue dancing over his pucker, setting nerves alight that had been dormant for far too long.
Matt’s groan of pleasure tickled. “This feels amazing.”
Owen’s only response was to reach back and pull his cheeks apart in invitation. He kept his eyes tight shut, wanting to focus on the delicious sensations, the tingling that shot through him, the way Matt’s tongue created waves of exquisite pleasure that ebbed and flowed, sending him higher, higher…
Then Matt stopped. He pressed his chest to Owen’s back and kissed his neck, Owen aware of hardness against his lower back.
“Will this oil also serve as lube? Because I really don’t want to move right now.”
Owen forced out a chuckle. “It’ll do.” His heart lurched into high gear when Matt retreated. He caught the snick of the bottle cap, and the slow trickle of oil over his hole. “Matt…” His pulse raced. “Slide a finger in. It’s been a while.”
Matt chuckled. “I was planning on doing that.”
Owen held his breath before he remembered to breathe, and Matt’s finger slowly pressed into him. “Oh.”
“Is that okay?”
He shuddered out a breath. “It’s fine. Keep going.” Then he forgot about Matt’s imminent dick and lost himself in the feel of his fingers, stroking, twisting, forcing him to remember how fucking awesome Ben had felt when he’d played with Owen’s hole.
How fucking amazing Matt felt right now.
Matt’s slippery cock was at his hole, easing into him, Matt’s hands gentle on Owen’s hips, moving slowly.
“Oh God.” Matt sounded breathless. “So tight. So good.”
Owen propped himself up on his hands and rocked backwards, meeting Matt’s thrusts. Every sensation sharpened, every zing of pleasure ricocheting through him grew more acute.
“You can go harder,” he gasped out when the pace became unbearable and he was ready for more.
Matt picked up a little speed, then raised one leg, planting his foot on the mattress. He leaned over Owen’s back, his hand cupping Owen’s pec as he slid faster, deeper into Owen’s body.
Owen turned his head on the pillow to look at him. “Like that. Harder.”
Matt changed position, crouching over Owen as he drove his cock into him, his knees pressed against Owen’s flanks, holding him prisoner.
Then he slowed to a crawl, stroking Owen’s back and shoulders as he filled him, stretched him, his breathing loud in Owen’s ear.
Long, leisurely thrusts alternating with short, quick ones.
“Let… let me turn over,” Owen begged. Matt pulled free of him, and Owen reached for the oil. “Want to be inside you. If I take it slow…”
Matt nodded. “Lots of oil, then.” He straddled Owen’s hips, and Owen held his cock steady around the root while Matt guided the head to kiss his hole.
Matt’s chest heaved. “Go slow.”
Owen nodded. “Take it when you’re ready.”
A heartbeat later, their lips met in a lingering kiss, Owen’s hand on Matt’s neck, feeling the beat of his heart beneath his fingertips.
Matt sank slowly, Owen’s cock inching its way into tightness that took his breath away.
He didn’t move, didn’t hardly breathe, waiting until Matt gave him a signal.
At last he was all the way home, Matt’s hole gloriously tight and warm around his shaft.
Matt rolled his hips, and Owen let him do all the work, Matt’s hands on his chest, his gaze locked on Owen’s.
He tilted his hips, rocking in and out, each thrust punctuated by Matt’s soft noises, Matt’s hand on his cock, tugging it, squeezing it.
“Owen… I want to come inside you.” Matt’s chest heaved.
His breath caught in his throat. “Do it.”
Matt lifted himself off Owen’s dick, shifted to kneel at his arse, and raised Owen’s leg to rest it on his shoulder.
Then he slid back home.
Owen worked his own cock, matching Matt’s thrusts, until both of them were panting, both shuddering, both clearly close to the finish.
Matt came first, pulsing into Owen’s body, and Owen felt every throb of his dick, felt the warmth that filled him. He stilled inside Owen, his body shaking, until Owen knew he was spent.
Then Matt pulled out of him, sat astride Owen’s hips, and once again, Owen’s shaft buried itself in tight heat.
Too much.
He came with a whimper, shooting hard, his fingers digging into Matt’s hips as he clung to him, body trembling as he emptied himself into Matt, the smell of Matt filling his nostrils.
Matt covered Owen with his body, and Owen wove his fingers through Matt’s hair as they kissed, both shaking, both of them breathing erratically.
Owen kissed Matt’s damp forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips. Matt collapsed onto him, and Owen held him close, his heart hammering.
I didn’t expect this.
The island had stopped being somewhere Owen wanted to revisit, and had instead become somewhere he wanted Matt to remember. And after the uncertainty of the past week, it hadn’t provided him with answers, just the quiet certainty that whatever this was…
He didn’t want it to stop.