12 For Real This Time
Matteo returned from the kitchen carrying two fresh glasses of water, the ice clinking softly against the sides.
The apartment had gone quiet, the guests long gone, the faint scent of pizza and spilled wine lingering in the air.
Jessica had disappeared into her room with a curt goodnight, the door clicking shut behind her like a final punctuation mark on the night. ?
He set the glasses on the coffee table and sat beside me on the couch, close enough that our thighs pressed together. His arm slid around my shoulders, pulling me gently into his side. His hand settled on my thigh, fingers warm through the fabric of my pants, thumb resting just above my knee.
For a long moment we did not speak. The city lights flickered through the balcony doors, casting soft patterns across the floor. His breathing was steady, calm, but I could feel the slight tension in his body, the way his fingers flexed once against my leg.
“About earlier,” he said quietly, voice low in the stillness. “In the bathroom.”
I nodded, throat tight. “Yeah.”
He turned his head slightly, eyes finding mine. “I meant it, Cole. No more pretending.”
My heart gave a hard thud. “What does that mean for us?”
His thumb moved in a slow circle on my thigh. “It means I want to explore what we have. For real.”
The words settled over me like warm water, sinking in deep. I swallowed. “Matteo, I thought you would never see me like that.”
He smiled, small and soft. “I have been seeing you like that for a while. I just did not know what to do with it.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “I said yes to the fake thing because even pretending felt better than nothing.”
His hand squeezed my thigh gently. “I know. And I am sorry it took me this long to say it out loud.”
We sat like that for another minute, his arm around me, hand on my leg, the silence comfortable now instead of heavy. Then he shifted, turning toward me more fully.
“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, voice quiet.
I nodded.
He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted.
I did not. His lips brushed mine, soft at first, then pressing deeper when I opened for him.
The kiss was gentle, unhurried, his tongue sliding against mine with the same careful sweetness he had shown in the bathroom.
His free hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb stroking along my cheekbone.
When we parted, his forehead rested against mine, breaths mingling. “I have been thinking about this all night,” he murmured.
I smiled against his mouth. “Me too.”
His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, tongue exploring slowly, drawing a quiet sound from me.
His other hand moved higher on my thigh, fingers brushing the inside seam of my pants.
Heat pooled low in my stomach, my cock already half-hard from the closeness.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips grazing mine. “Let’s go to my room. I don’t want Jessica accidentally walking in on us”
I nodded, heart racing. He stood, offering his hand. I took it. He led me down the short hallway, past the closed door of Jessica’s room, to his bedroom. The door closed behind us with a soft click, shutting out the rest of the world.
Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the bed in silver. Matteo turned to me, eyes dark and soft. “We can go slow,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
I stepped closer, hands finding his waist.
“Okay”He smiled, small and nervous, then kissed me again.
His fingers worked the buttons of my white linen shirt open one by one, slow and careful.
When the shirt fell open he pushed it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
His palms slid up my bare chest, warm and reverent, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered against my mouth.
He tugged his own t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Shirtless again, skin golden in the moonlight, abs flexing with every breath. I traced the lines of his body with my fingers, feeling the heat of him, the faint tremor running through his muscles.
We stripped down to underwear, the air cool against bare skin. Matteo in black boxers, the outline of his hardening cock clear against the fabric. Me in briefs, straining visibly. He looked at me, eyes wide, then smiled shyly.
“I am nervous,” he admitted.
I stepped closer, hands on his hips. “Me too. But we do not have to rush.”
He nodded, then gently pushed me back until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed.
I sank down onto the mattress, lying back against the pillows.
Matteo followed immediately, climbing on top, straddling my thighs.
His weight settled warm and solid over me, knees bracketing my hips, his bulge pressing firmly against my thick, hard cock through my briefs.
The contact made my dick twitch, throbbing harder against him, the ache sharpening with every slow shift of his hips.
He leaned down and kissed me again, slow and deep, hands roaming my chest, my sides, learning the shape of me with careful, reverent touches.
His palms were warm, fingers tracing the lines of my ribs, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked under the attention.
I arched into him, a quiet sound slipping from my throat as he rolled his hips once, deliberate, grinding our bulges together.
Then he moved lower. Lips on my neck, soft kisses turning to gentle sucks that left faint marks, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver.
Down my chest, tongue circling one nipple, then the other, drawing a gasp from me as he lingered, sucking lightly until it hardened under his mouth.
Lower still, kisses trailing over my abs, his tongue dipping into the shallow lines between them, tracing each ridge with slow, deliberate strokes.
His body hovered above mine, warm and solid, hips pressing down just enough to remind me of his own arousal grinding against my thigh.
His face moved lower, breath hot against my skin, until he hovered right above my bulge. He looked up at me, eyes dark and questioning, his mouth impossibly close, lips nearly brushing the straining fabric.
“Can I take these off,” he whispered.
I nodded, voice caught in my throat.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down slowly, until my cock flopped out, thick and heavy, curving upward at a solid seven inches, the head flushed and glistening.
A thin bead of precum stretched from the tip, sticking to the fabric in a glistening string that snapped as he tugged the briefs free.
Matteo leaned his face closer to my hard cock. “Let me take care of you.”
“Matteo," I breathed, the word half plea, half whisper.
He wrapped his hand around me gently, softly, fingers curling with care. Then he leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the tip, lapping up the bead of precum that dangled there. The touch was electric, warm and wet, sending a jolt straight through me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hips twitching upward.
Matteo smiled up at me, cheeks flushed, then took the tip into his mouth, slow and careful, lips stretching around me.
The feeling was overwhelming, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping me, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sucked gently.
Inexperienced, yes, but eager, his head bobbing in a tentative rhythm, hand holding the base steady while his lips worked the top.
I groaned louder, hand finding his curls, fingers threading through them without guiding yet. My cock twitched in his mouth, rock hard, the sensation of his saliva coating me making everything wetter and hotter.
“Jesus Christ, Romano,” I breathed, eyes locked on the sight of him.
He took me deeper, halfway in, lips tight around me, then came back up with a soft, wet slide. My hands instinctively went to his head, fingers tangling in his curls, trying to guide him through it with gentle pressure.
Matteo pulled off for a second, licking his lips, then took my balls into his mouth, sucking softly.
My hips bucked up, cock resting heavy against his nose and eyes, the tip brushing his forehead.
A string of precum stuck in his hair. His eyes looked directly at me from right behind my cock, dark and intense, holding my gaze as he sucked, the filthy intimacy of it making my whole body shudder.
“Shit,” I breathed. “You are not bad for a straight guy sucking dick.”
He pulled off with a soft pop, smiling up at me, cheeks flushed. “So I have been watching some stuff online.”
He started stroking me, hand slow and firm around my shaft. “Trying to figure out how to please you. Wanted to get it right.”
“What stuff?” I asked, voice rough.
Matteo looked a little sheepish, hand still moving. “Gay porn. To see how it is done.”
I laughed, the sound breathless and surprised. “For real? You are fucking serious?”
He grinned, thumb circling the head of my cock. “Yeah, come on. I have no clue what the fuck I am doing.”
He leaned down again, licking a slow stripe up my abs, then took me back into his mouth, deeper this time. No more talking, I thought, laughing softly as he kept sucking. The heat built fast, his mouth sliding wet and tight, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke.
Deeper now, humming around me so the vibrations shot straight through my core, making my toes curl. His free hand slid lower, cupping my balls gently, rolling them in his palm with careful squeezes that sent sparks up my spine.
I moaned, fingers tightening in his hair. The sight of him, curls messy between my thighs, lips stretched around me, was almost too much. My cock throbbed in his mouth, coated with saliva, every slide deeper pulling me closer to the edge.
Then slowly his hand moved below, fingers trailing between my ass cheeks, teasing the sensitive skin. I gasped, hips lifting, legs spreading wider to give him space.
“Matteo...”
He moaned around my cock, the vibration making me shudder. His finger reached my hole, pressing gently at first, then circling the rim with slow, insistent pressure. A few seconds later it slipped inside, just the tip of his finger, then deeper, the intrusion burning sweet and full.
My cock throbbed harder in his mouth. “Ah fuck, Matteo...”
He started fingering me slowly, in and out, matching the rhythm of his mouth, the sensation building until everything blurred into heat and need. We were on the edge of something more, and I did not want it to stop.