Chapter Nineteen #2
Shane stood, not even trying to hide his burgeoning erection, which tented out the front of his close-fitting track pants. Matt’s eyes dropped to it and he swallowed visibly, Adam’s apple bobbing.
After making quick work of his shave, Shane brushed his teeth and climbed under the hot spray, which did feel wonderful, but he didn’t linger.
He padded naked back into the room, where he found all the lights turned off except for one small lamp next to the bed.
Matt stood in the shadows, leaning against the huge window and looking out over the glow of the Strip.
As he approached, he could see Matt’s reflection in the glass, watching him, his dark eyes solemn.
“What’re you thinking about?” Shane asked softly, settling his hands onto Matt’s shoulders.
Matt bit his lip. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Shane gave him a squeeze. “It’s never ‘nothing’ with you. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who thinks as much as you do.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Matt’s voice wasn’t defensive, just curious.
“No way. I love how you weigh all your options before you make a move. I love how not impulsive you are. It’s—”
Comforting. Reassuring. Exactly what I need.
“Jesus, you make me sound boring.”
Shane chuckled. “Nah. I think you’re pretty amazing, Matt. Really.” He paused. “Can you promise me one thing, though, before you start overthinking everything?”
Matt nodded.
“Our three-foot-world this week is that bed and each other, okay? That’s it. Promise me we’ll at least have that.”
They stared at each other in the window until Matt, instead of answering, reached for the knot in his towel and loosened it. The fabric slid noiselessly to the floor, and Shane caught his breath.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured in awe. “Look how beautiful you are.”
Sliding his arms around his waist, Shane just held him for a moment, enjoying the solid warmth of his body against his and the sight of the Vegas lights all around them, which covered them both in a winking, multicolored glow.
Finally Matt tilted his head back to look at him. “So, what, we’re just gonna stand here with our dongs hanging out for all of Vegas to see?”
Shane bit into Matt’s shoulder. “Don’t rush me when I’m enjoying the view.”
The memory of which is gonna have to last me a long, long time.
Shane’s throat closed up. He ran his hand down Matt’s arm and linked their fingers together.
Matt’s eyes were questioning, and Shane bent to kiss him gently before sinking to the edge of the mattress.
He spread his legs wide and drew Matt in to stand between them, dropping his forehead to Matt’s chest.
“Shane?” Matt rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s wrong?”
Shane could only shake his head, and after a moment Matt tilted his chin up with two fingers to gaze down at him. The understanding on his face made Shane’s heart skip a beat. “I just wish—”
“Shhh.” Matt stroked his thumb along Shane’s lips. “Three-foot-world time, remember? It’s just this bed, and each other.”
Taking his hand in his, Shane kissed his palm, then the inside of his wrist. “How about we just stay here forever, then? I like that idea.”
“Me, too.” Matt took a tiny step back. “It feels so weird having nowhere to be, though, doesn’t it? No one around…”
Shane’s pulse gave a giant leap as Matt sank to his knees between his legs.
“…no one to stop me from doing what I wanted to do that night at your house.” He pressed his open mouth against one of Shane’s inner thighs, holding his gaze.
Every muscle Shane possessed went tight when Matt kissed his way slowly up to nuzzle his balls. He smoothed trembling fingers over Matt’s cheek. “And, uh, what was it you wanted to do again?”
“This.”
Matt dragged the flat of his tongue up Shane’s rigid shaft and engulfed the head of his dick in tight, wet suction.
With a cry, Shane arched his back, his hands twisting in the sheets.
Humming his pleasure deep in his throat, Matt pulled back and tilted his face up to offer his mouth. Growling, Shane dove in.
Matt’s lips were hot, and soft, the barest hint of a salty tang clinging to them. Shane licked him clean, then fell back on his elbows, waiting breathlessly. With a raised eyebrow, Matt took his cock in hand to give him a few long, slow strokes.
“Please…” Shane was on fire, already on the verge of exploding.
Matt traced the tip of his tongue around the crown and flicked it against the sensitive nerves on the underside. The sight of it was so arousing that Shane found himself fighting for control.
“You’re killing me,” he grated, clenching his fists to keep from reaching for him. “Fucking killing me.”
Matt at last took him deep, bobbing his head in time with his stroking hand, lips meeting his fingers over and over. Shane’s head dropped back, little moans breaking from him as Matt drove him higher.
“You taste even better than I’d dreamed.” Matt popped off his dick only to string little sucking kisses all the way up Shane’s body.
“And you on your knees is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.” Shane was quivering, but his hands were achingly gentle as he cupped Matt’s face. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered against his lips. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
With a sultry smile, Matt brushed their mouths together one more time, then crawled to the middle of the bed. He lay down on his back and let his knees fall to the side, arms up over his head.
Shane caught his breath. It was a pose of vulnerability, of utter surrender, and it aroused him more than any blow job ever could. He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, Matt was watching him.
“Come here,” he said softly, holding out his hand. “I need you.”
Shane let Matt draw him in, and lowering himself over top of him, kissed him slowly, deeply, their fingers entwined together.
Matt stroked the thumb of his free hand along Shane’s nape. “What do you want?” His voice was a husky rasp, his pulse beating wildly in the hollow of his throat.
Letting out a moan, Shane rocked his hips down into him. “I want it all, baby,” he murmured against that sexy hollow, unable to keep from darting his tongue out for a taste. “I want it all.”
And it still won’t be enough.
The kiss this time was carnal and wet. Rolling to the side, Shane reached for a little foil packet and smoothed the condom on. A quick coating of lube before he snugged his cock against Matt’s entrance.
“You ready?” Shane brushed his lips over each of Matt’s cheeks, then his lips.
“Oh, yeah.” Matt glided his knees along Shane’s ribs. “I’m ready.”
Sucking in a deep, calming breath, Shane started a slow, insistent rock against him, watching Matt’s face closely. Matt closed his eyes, his neck arching back as stubborn muscles relaxed and Shane slipped inside.
Shane fought for control at the scorching heat that surrounded him, blood roaring in his ears, his heart threatening to beat itself out of his chest. When he sensed Matt’s body had adjusted to the intrusion, he pulsed his hips, opening him up slowly and carefully, Matt’s little gasps of pain and pleasure zinging right to Shane’s balls and making him grit his teeth.
Fully seated at last, Shane eased himself over top of him. Immediately Matt locked his ankles tight at the small of Shane’s back and wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face against his shoulder.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Shane choked out. “Hold on to me. Hold tight.”
His first strokes were slow, almost tentative. Against his neck Matt moaned his approval, raking his nails along Shane’s back. “Shane, please.”
“Like this?” Shane planted his knees wide on the bed and withdrew to the tip before hilting himself again with a sharp slap of skin on skin. “You like that?”
“Yes,” Matt hissed. “Just like that.”
He unwrapped his legs and let them fall to the side. Pushing up on his palms, Shane slammed into him in a hard, steady rhythm that soon had Matt writhing beneath him, his hoarse moans ringing off the ceiling.
His jaw clenched with the effort of holding back, Shane thrust deep and held there, circling his hips.
Matt dragged his eyes open, his cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen. “Shane…?”
“Come for me, baby,” Shane said in a ragged whisper, the unguarded vulnerability on Matt’s face nearly his undoing. “I need you so fucking much.”
Holding Shane’s gaze, Matt licked his palm and slid it along his belly to take his cock in hand. They stared at each other breathlessly, until Matt’s eyes slid closed and his neck grew corded, teeth clenched.
When the first quivers started to rack his body, Shane pressed Matt’s knees wider and gave him long strokes, feeling the spasms start deep inside, strong contractions that gripped and milked Shane’s cock.
Matt groaned, heavy spurts of creamy white coating his chest all the way up to his chin. Shane chased the droplets with his lips, the salty taste exploding on his tongue, this evidence of Matt’s pleasure driving Shane’s own higher, higher, until he arched his back and came in a flaming rush.
Matt wrapped around and held on to him, his face buried in his neck. “So good, Shane. So good.”
The wonder and satiation in his voice, the pliability of his body under his, made Shane ache with a tenderness that brought tears to his eyes. He dropped his forehead to Matt’s shoulder to hide them.
“Oh my God, Matt,” he gasped. “Oh my God.”
How the fuck am I gonna let you go?