by Jade Buchanan
They stared at each other for a moment. Rich let out a violent exhale before bringing up his hands and cupping them around Matthew's cheeks. Their lips met in the next breath, tongues dueling together. Matthew moaned into the contact, his body zinging to life. Right, forget what his mind was telling him. His body was more than interested.
He could regret it tomorrow.
They somehow made it up the back stairs to Rich's apartment. Matthew's shirt went flying, but he didn't care. Heck, all his gear was still down in the bar anyway. It just meant he'd be doing a zigzagging walk-of-shame out of here once they were finished.
They ended up in Rich's bedroom, a sparsely furnished room with white walls and dominated by a large bed with a navy duvet. There was no headboard, but there was a small oak bedside table that matched the dresser. A far cry from his own bedroom, that was for sure. Although, he lived with his aunt right now, so he wasn't pointing fingers.
They stood facing each other, both pausing for a moment. Matthew wasn't sure what Rich was thinking.
Well, that cleared things up. Matthew grinned, feeling in his element. "Anywhere in particular?"
"Jerk off for me. I want to see you come." Rich palmed his own dick, rubbing himself through his jeans.
Smiling, Matthew undid his belt, reaching for his zipper and quickly shucking his jeans and briefs in one motion. They fell to the floor and he toed his boots off seconds later.
Matthew stood for a moment, letting Rich get his fill. He was proud of the way he looked, even if he didn't necessarily look as good as Rich. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder though and the flared nostrils and low grunt gave every indication that Rich liked what he saw.
Matthew reached for his shaft, sliding his hand along the hard length, loving the friction of his dry palm on such sensitive skin.
Rich grinned before he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for the bedside table and pulled out a well-worn bottle of lube. "You might need this."
Matthew accepted the bottle and poured liquid into his palm. He snapped the lid closed and threw it back to Rich before rubbing his hands together. Without a pause, he dropped both hands and let the fingers of one slide along his dick while the other dropped to play with his balls.
Growling in his throat, Rich pawed his own cock through his jeans, his hand rubbing along the massive bulge.
Matthew released his sac, bringing his hand to his chest, squeezing first one nipple and then the other. Pinching until they were both red and tender. He bit his lip. This wasn't going to last long. He was too wound up. Too excited. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he was going to enjoy every minute of it while it lasted.
This was going to be fast and easy, but he wasn't complaining. By the look on Rich's face, he wasn't complaining either.
His breathing quickened, his hand moving along his shaft, thumb flicking his glans before tracing the opening in the tip. He moaned, repeating the gesture, his legs tensing for a moment before he relaxed. Holy crap, that felt amazing.
Rich licked his lips. He drew his sweater over his head and dropped it to the bed beside him. His jeans were unsnapped and unzippered and finally Matthew got a glimpse of the dick he'd been fantasizing about and that was all he needed.
Arching, Matthew squeezed his shaft hard. "Uh! Rich..."
Cum covered his hand, running down his fingers and his shaft. He pumped again and again, determined to make it last as long as he could.
Rich groaned as if it was him that came, bringing one hand up to run along Matthew's quivering shaft. His finger came away covered with a pearly coating of seed. Shocked, almost unbearably turned on at the sight, Matthew squeezed the head of his cock again, almost afraid he would come again. He was so sensitive, it hurt to touch himself. He wasn't going to survive if Rich kept on doing things like that.
Matthew dropped to his knees, sliding into the space between Rich's spread thighs. He pulled Rich's jeans down his thighs and nuzzled Rich's dick with his nose, sliding his own cheek along the thick length.
What a wonderful cock. It was gorgeous, thick with a flushed tip. Matthew's mouth watered. He wanted to taste that. Raising his eyes, he peered up at Rich, watching the man while he came closer to Rich's cock. Sticking out his tongue, he tasted the pre-cum, savoring the bite of flavour.
Rich made no movement. He was completely still. It seemed like a challenge to Matthew, and he was determined to meet it. What would it take to draw him over the edge? He wanted Rich crazy with lust. He wanted to be able to say that he was the one to drive the man insane with need.
It was a foolish wish, but he wanted it nonetheless. He wanted some kind of reaction from Rich, and if that was all he could claim, so be it.