Chapter Ten

Herve and Thomas rolled around on the sand…water lapped at their feet. They were alone with the ocean. A seagull soared overhead.

Backspace. No seagulls in Hawaii.

They were aware only of the sand, the ocean and Herve moved over Thomas, whose hot cock pointed upward so hard, Herve just had to lick it.

“I love the taste of you.”

Thomas moaned as Herve sucked the entire length into his mouth…Thomas became impatient.

“Sit on my face. Please…before somebody comes.”

Herve shifted position. The tide was coming in…they could be swept out to see as they fucked. He pointed his cock at Thomas’ mouth but Thomas surprised him by holding his hips, his tongue reaching up to Herve’s ass. Herve let out a cry, his hand moving swiftly over his burning cock. Beneath him, his lover reached one hand down to stroke his own cock, the other keeping Herve over his searching tongue…

“You know baby, Herve’s lover is Andreas.”

Matt looked up and found Thomas reading over his shoulder.

“Look. You wrote Thomas instead of Andreas.”

“Yeah. I know. It wasn’t a mistake.” Matt sipped the freezing cup of coffee at his elbow.

Herve wanted to suck Thomas’ cock…

“Why are you writing Thomas?”

“Who are you?” Matt asked. “The word police?”

“No…but as your husband and as someone who puts up with your ranting when your editor says you make lots of typos, I’m only trying to help.”

“It’s not a typo!” Matt pushed the chair back from the lanai table and stomped into the kitchen. The coffee pot was full, and he slopped out the cold cup and poured himself another. He was trying hard not to show his irritation. He was on a roll with his book. The house was blissfully quiet. Their parents, Cole and Ryan and the baby had left for California that morning. Celine had flown back to Canada, and he and Thomas were going to spend two more glorious days in the house. Matt had organized a little surprise for Thomas. All he wanted was a little more time to complete the scene he’d started.

“Not a typo?” Thomas asked.

“I…” Matt sighed. “I am only inspired by you now, Thomas. The only way I can write those scenes is to imagine it’s you. I type your name…the scene comes out smoking hot…then I go back and change the name to Andreas.”

Thomas stared at him, a giddy smile spreading across his face.

“Look, you’re my muse, okay?”

“You know, Matty, it’s a sad, sad day when our fictional characters get more action than we do. I mean…aren’t we writers supposed to write what we know?”

Matt laughed and put the coffee cup down. “In the interests of research, I will nobly sacrifice my art…”

Ever since Thomas read the first draft of the screen version of his novel Last Chance, he hadn’t been able to write a word. Unless you counted the word fuck written again and again on blank pages he later deleted. He hated the first draft. Felt it was too…girlie. He felt she’d turned his two male leads into chicks in pants.

Matt held Thomas in his arms. “You want your husband to fuck you right here?”

“No. I want to be naughty boys and fuck on your parents’ bed.”

Matt laughed. “Thomas, you constantly surprise me.”

“You never wanted to fuck on your parents’ bed?” Thomas asked, leaning in closer to him.

“It’s funny you mention it, but there was this one time, my parents went out…Ryan and I were teenagers, and he found dad’s porn stash. Oh, man, was that stuff funny. There was Debbie Does Dallas, Deep Throat…Ryan wanted me to watch with him and he was sitting on their bed, jerking off. Somehow, he thought it would be more erotic. I’ll tell you what though, that’s when I realized I was gay. I didn’t enjoy watching the chicks’, you know…pussies. I adored looking at the cocks. In fact, I rewound Deep Throat again and again and I kept watching how Linda Lovelace sucked cock. Man, she was really into it. She was drunk with cock. She taught me the art of fellatio, Linda did.”

“Ah, I have her to thank, do I?”

“Yes, you do. Now, about my parents’ bed?”

“Well, now I think about it…right here will do. After all, if I remember correctly, you’re the man who uses the bedroom as a last resort in your novels…”

“I see my reputation precedes me,” Matt joked.

“Your reputation, and your very nice, juicy cock.” Thomas’ hand moved to the snaps on Matt’s shorts and reached for his own personal love connection. “Your cock is so beautiful…and big…have I ever mentioned how happy I am with it?”

“Not as often as I’d like.”

Thomas laughed and moved in for a sensational kiss.

“You always get me with those kisses,” Matt said against his mouth.

“Thank you, baby. I’ve been practicing for a long time.”

Matt pressed against Thomas, loving the feel of his increasing heart rate against his lips. He dropped his man’s shorts and Thomas stepped out of them, discarding them with a savage kick. Matt lifted him up to the kitchen counter.

“Oh fuck…I wanted to get nailed this way ever since I saw Fatal Attraction,” Thomas said, leaning back as Matt kissed his way down his arms. “Baby…if you start this way, it will take forever to get you inside me.”

Matt frowned at him. “You are so disrespectful, Thomas. You need to be taught a lesson.”

Thomas laughed as Matt shouldered him, the way he had just several weeks ago in Black Point, when he knew Thomas was the man for him. He carried him into the living room and threw him facedown over the arm of the big leather sofa.

“Oh…Matt…”

Matt responded by going face first into Thomas’ proffered ass. He licked and sucked at his husband’s hot hole. He couldn’t wait. He had to fuck him. Thomas was muttering gibberish as Matt put his cock right at the opening.

“Now…Matty…now…”

He stuck it right in, Thomas’ feet coming off the floor as Matt pounded into him. The waves crashed and roared outside the windows, sea foam splashing tiny droplets on the glass. Thomas moaned.

“More…”

Oh, Matt was happy to give him more. He held his man’s legs like the arms of a wheelbarrow and squared him over the sofa. He fucked him with a relentless pace, leaning down to kiss his shoulder blades. Thomas met each thrust, and the two men savored in the moment when they each knew the other was going to come. His hands stroked down Thomas’ toned body. He loved knowing he was Matt’s for the taking.

Outside, the waves increased their merging with the shore. Nature sensed their urgency and Matt reached under Thomas’ thighs to grab his hard cock.

He jerked on it, in time with the ocean, in time with his own thrusts and Thomas screamed his name now and Matt lost all control. They came together, each shouting, I love you. Thomas shouted in protest when Matt came out of him.

“I’m here, baby…I’m here.” His face went back to Thomas’ ass and he turned him around. Thomas lay back on the leather seat cushion and Matt kissed him for a long time, his hand making warm, round circles over Thomas’ torso.

He lifted his face suddenly. “Baby, we gotta go.”

“Go? Where?”

“The airport. We’re expecting company.”

Thomas opened and closed his mouth. They jumped into the shower. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in asking you who we’re meeting?” Matt was doing wondrous things to his ass and cock with some tropical liquid soap and a sponge. “It’s not my father, or anything equally gruesome?”

“No, baby.” Matt leaned across Thomas and turned off the taps.

“Hey, I was just starting to enjoy myself.”

“Sorry, baby. We’re in a hurry. Do you suppose Lizzie would like the second bedroom here, or do you think she’d prefer mum and dad’s room?”

Thomas’ face lit into smiles again. “Lizzie? Is that who’s coming?”

“Shit on a brick. Me and my big mouth.”

“Matt, that’s fantastic.”

“I thought it would be good for you to hash out a decent first draft together. Email’s fine, but I’m a man who believes in sweetening any proposition. We’ll dazzle her with a few days on the island, and she’ll dazzle you with a kick-ass first draft.”

Thomas reached out a hand and stroked Matt’s cock through his board shorts. “I’ve noticed your dab hand at negotiation. Did you have to pay for her ticket?”

“No, baby. Movie budget. I told you, I will do whatever I can to make this a great experience for you. She’ll spend a couple of days here, and—”

“What are you going to do?” Thomas followed Matt into the room Baxter and Elise had shared. The bed had already been stripped. All the beds had, and the sheets were in the wash. The rental agreement on the house stipulated that all the sheets and towels had to be washed and dried and the beds made for the next guests. It was one of those island rental rituals, mandatory if you wanted your hefty deposit to be returned.

“I’m going back to work on Herve and Thomas, AKA Andreas…I think this room, don’t you?”

Thomas nodded.

They retrieved the sheets from the dryer and quickly made the bed. The room looked amazing with fresh island flowers Elise had bought at a roadside stand adorning the koa wood dresser. They put fresh towels and a tube of the shower gel on her dresser.

“What, no chocolates on her pillow?” Thomas teased and laughed when Matt found a couple of Jolly Ranchers in the kitchen cupboard.

Thomas stared at the beautiful painting on the wall above the dresser.

“Who is she?” he asked Thomas after he finished artfully arranging the candy on Elizabeth’s pillow.

“That’s the last Hawaiian Princess, Kaiulani.” She was astride her pony, fairy, riding paniolo style, like a cowboy. “I hope it gives her inspiration.”

“She’s beautiful,” Thomas whispered.

“Very. She died when she was twenty-four. She went riding out in a bad storm when she received the news that her kingdom had been stolen by the American government. They say she never recovered, but islanders say she died of a broken heart. She kept peacocks, you know. The night she died, her peacocks screamed, and the sound could be heard all across the island. And that was how they knew she’d died. The peacocks kept screaming.”

“I want to read about her,” Thomas said. “You are a champion of broken hearts, Matty. You do so much for me.”

Matt looked into his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll have to fuck you again.”

Thomas shrugged. “So? I’m not in a hurry. Let her wait.”

Matt grabbed his husband and threw him on the bed. “We’re gonna have to change the sheets again,” he muttered.

“It’ll be worth it,” Thomas whispered, pulling at Matt’s shorts in a frenzy.

They stopped by the lei stores on King Street and Thomas ran inside two before deciding on a glorious firecracker and pikake lei for Elizabeth. It was a strong island tradition that guests to the island be greeted with one. The two men loved the lei, which filled the car with such a heavenly scent, it was intoxicating.

The trip from Chinatown to the airport took mere minutes, and as they whizzed by the international terminal with a range of mostly Asian airline names posted out front, they found Elizabeth, a tall, curvaceous black woman with long dreadlocks, sitting on her Luis Vuitton suitcase. She was dressed in a red pleather miniskirt, red pleather sleeveless vest and matching aviator hat, and long black boots with red stripes. She was typing furiously on a laptop balanced on her knees.

“Christ, what an ensemble.” Thomas looked shocked.

“God, I love her. She’s a genuine loon. She must be ghostwriting some pop star’s autobiography.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She’s a method writer. She’s dressed like a ho.” Matt honked his horn. She flipped him the bird, jumped up and Thomas ran to her, placing the lei over her head. “Oh, it smells gorgeous, and it matches my outfit. Give me a hug, Matt. I’ve flown across Europe for you.”

Matt jumped out and hugged her. “How many words did you write while you were waiting for us?” he asked her.

“Seven hundred and thirty-two.”

“Are you writing a pop star’s bio?” Thomas asked.

“I can’t divulge. Confidentiality agreement. But let’s just say, she’s young, talent-free, but she’s a superstar.”

“That narrows things down,” Thomas joked.

Matt laughed, loving the way Lizzie kept hugging Thomas. She and Thomas had only met one time over a genuine Hollywood power lunch, but he and Matt had decided together that Lizzie, one of Matt’s closest friends, was the perfect writer for Last Chance. She got Thomas in a headlock as a bus honked them. Man, he thought she outgrew that shit. He mouthed sorry to the driver who pulled around them.

Elizabeth had Thomas under her armpit, kissing him.

“Make her stop,” Thomas whined.

“I can’t. You have to say the magic word.”

“What’s the magic word?” Thomas sounded panicked.

“Supercalafragaisticexpialidocious.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’d advise you to say it,” Matt said as Lizzie’s chokehold strengthened.

“Supercalafragaisticexpialidocious. Gah!” Thomas reeled when Lizzie let him go.

“It’s no fun if you tell him, Matt.” She let him place her bags in the trunk. She looked at their shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops and down at her own outfit. “I need to change. I feel overdressed.”

“We’re holding up traffic. We’ll go home, and you can change there.”

Elizabeth glanced around at the cars and tour buses pulling around them. “Oh, hell no. I’m changing right here.”

“You almost strangled me,” Thomas squawked.

“I haven’t strangled anyone in years,” she retorted. “Open the trunk, Matty.” She took off her hat and tossed it inside. “Now I’m ready for Waikiki.”

She piled into the backseat and Thomas found some cool island music on the IPod—their new favorite was the local hero Keali’i Reichel—and they were off.

“Where are we going?” she asked. “It’s like what, one o’clock local time? I have a hankering for Chinese food. Is that place in Chinatown still open, the one with the food on bamboo skewers?”

“Indigo,” Matt said. “It’s still there.”

Thomas glanced at him. “How come you’ve never taken me there?”

“Because you didn’t say the magic word.”

“Supercalafragaisticexpialidocious.”

Lizzie laughed from the backseat.

“I know when I’m licked.” Matt grinned and swerved onto the Dillingham exit.

Indigo was doing brisk trade, but they managed to grab an outdoor table. The Asian-French fusion restaurant was expensive, but worth every dime. Matt watched the way Thomas and Lizzie scanned the same menu. He let them both pick the food. He silently applauded their choices of crisp goat cheese wontons with a four-fruit sauce and seared scallops in harissa sauce.

“This is the only place in the world that makes harissa sauce the way they do in North Africa,” Lizzie said.

“What is harissa?” Thomas asked.

“Red peppers. Oh, look, Tommy. They’ve got mahi mahi in toasted black mustard…oh, it comes with ginger tapenade and lily bulbs.”

Tommy. Thomas didn’t seem to mind. Matt smiled to himself. Both Daphne and Lizzie seemed to have his husband in the palms of their hands.

“What do you think of the Hanoi shrimp and enoki mushroom summer rolls?” Thomas asked her.

“It’s fabulous with a lychee martini,” she replied.

Matt laughed to himself. At least she hadn’t suggested the oyster shooters. Those lethal little babies came in kai vodka. Last time he’d come here with her, he remained drunk for two days.

“Matty.” She leaned across the table, looking earnest. “Let’s start with an order of oyster shooters.”

Crud on a bagel. He caught Thomas’ pleading look and he caved in, of course.

“I’ll drive,” he said firmly. “And don’t play with my husband’s cock under the table, Lizzie.”

“What fun are you?” she deadpanned, ordering the first round of drinks. Thomas laughed, and Lizzie brilliantly chose the moment he’d downed his first lethal shooter to mention the screenplay. “What exactly didn’t you like?” she asked him. “Come on, I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

Matt sat back and watched them talking, hoping this was a good idea, that Thomas would feel Lizzie was protecting the integrity of his story and not softening the gay sex storyline. They were, as he suspected having a…er…gay old time, and she whipped out a fire engine red notebook to make notes. Matt sipped his mineral water as the first bamboo skewers arrived, and he caught Thomas’ gaze.

Thank you, Thomas mouthed and he wanted to dive-bomb him across the table and fuck him. He downed a prawn doused in cocoa bean curry instead and found himself drifting toward the other man in his life, Herve.

Herve reached a hand out to Thomas. “Come…feel the water. It’s so warm. I want to make love to you in it…

“What do you think?”

Matt came back to reality. “Sorry, T, what are you asking me?”

Thomas looked exasperated. “I’m asking you what you think about the new storyline we came up with. The—” he glanced at Lizzie for approval. “The C thread.”

“I think you need to tell me again.”

Thomas tilted his head at him. “Were you back with Herve and Thomas?”

“Yes, baby, I cannot tell a lie.”

Thomas grinned. “I think I am jealous of Herve.”

Matt reached across the table and covered Thomas’ hand with his.

Thomas turned to Lizzie. “Since you’re a method writer, what do you wear when you’re working on Last Chance?”

“I stop sleeping with women and when I’m actually writing, I work naked with a strap-on.”

Thomas and Matt stared at her a beat before exploding with laughter.

“Are you serious?” Thomas asked.

“Of course I am. Now I’m ready for dessert. Who’ll split a Madame Pele’s Chocolate Volcano with me?”

“I will,” Matt said.

“We both will,” Thomas said.

“My one chance for a threesome, and all I get is chocolate out of the deal.” Lizzie sighed. “I thought all homos were supposed to be fast livin’ party boys?”

“We’re party boys. We’re ordering more martinis.” Thomas signaled the waiter and reached across the table, this time for Matt’s hand. “But my love is a one-hit wonder.”

“Say…that’s a cute line.” Lizzie wrote it down. This led of course to a discussion of their favorite one hit wonders, and when Lizzie mentioned a Canadian band called Boys Brigade, they were off again.

“You know, Matt used to be in a boy band,” Lizzie suddenly said.

Oh my God…why did she have to mention that?

“You were?” Thomas asked. “You never told me!”

Matt felt miserable. He did not want to have this conversation.

“What was the name of your band?” Thomas persisted.

“Customer Parking.”

“That’s a cool name. What instrument did you play?”

Matt took a deep breath. He sensed Lizzie’s storytelling shark instincts circling for blood. Any second she’d bite, and he’d had enough shark attacks for one vacation. “I played drums. We were a jazz, folk fusion band and we sounded great in my dad’s garage, but we sucked the one time we played out.” Lizzie the shark opened her mouth, and Matt spat out the rest of the story. “The owner of the club actually offered to buy us beers if we stopped playing.” Maybe it was the vodka he’d been drinking, but Matt was devastated by Thomas’ wild laughter.

“You weren’t that bad,” Lizzie offered.

Matt felt better. “Thank you, Lizzie.”

“Those novelty holiday CDs with cats and dogs singing songs are definitely worse.”

Oh man…the shark got me after all. Thomas was hysterical now, and Lizzie’s shark swam off with Matt’s emotional blood in the flow…

“You know, there was another band that sucked almost as much as Matt’s band,” Lizzie said and she was off again, mauling other artists.

“I spent a year in Montreal, you know,” Lizzie said. “I adored it.”

Matt groaned inwardly. He wanted to staunch the blood tide. Writing was what he was good at…Herve was beckoning him, inviting him back into his imaginary world and he wondered if it would be rude to take his own notes.

Thomas squeezed his hand again. “You okay, there?”

“Sure, baby.” He returned to the present, laughed when they laughed and by the time they left the restaurant, Thomas wanted to go home and have a siesta in Matt’s arms.

“I sleep so well with you,” he said.

Boy, I hope that means you want to fuck.

Lizzie conducted business on her cell phone in the back seat as they drove up the Pali toward home.

“Think we can get some inspired chaos going on when we get back?” Thomas asked.

“Inspired chaos?” Matt asked.

“Listen, you moron,” Lizzie exclaimed into her cell phone. “When I say I expect fifty percent up front, that doesn’t mean three years after completion. Yes, yes, that’s right. I’m a bitch, and you’re a moron. Now get with the program, Britney.”

Matt and Thomas exchanged glances. They both tried hard not to laugh. Could she possibly be talking to Britney Spears?

They wound down the road forking off to Kailua. Matt held Thomas’ hand, and they parked in the driveway. They took out Lizzie’s belongings from the trunk and passed Daphne’s gecko sunning himself on a rock in the garden.

“Oh look, he misses her,” Thomas murmured. The gecko watched their progress, took one look at Lizzie following them, her black and red boots ka-thunking on the front door mat, and scurried away.

Lizzie snapped off her cell phone. “Say, this is damned cool, guys. “Where’s my strap-on? I have an urge to write.”

They dropped her bags in her room, left her to her own…er…devices and raced off to the privacy of their guest quarters.

* * * * * *

“Do you think she really writes with a strap-on?” Thomas mused.

“What do you care when I’ve got the real thing?” Matt grinned. He didn’t want to talk about Lizzie’s eccentricities. In fact, he didn’t want to talk at all.

Thomas disappeared into the bathroom, and Matt stripped off his clothes and posed himself on the bed. That would get his attention. He placed one arm up over his head, arranged his cock, which was being undisciplined as usual, and pasted a sultry look on his face.

Thomas came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth. His eyes widened when he saw Matt, and he choked on his toothpaste.

When Matt walked into the bathroom, Thomas looked at him through the mirror and started to laugh.

“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” Matt made a pretense of being pissed off.

Thomas wiped off his mouth on a towel and turned around. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, “I’m sorry.” He grinned and pulled him into his arms. “It’s just that you looked like one of those porn stars. You remember the guy in Take It Like a Man?”

Matt started to laugh, pushing him away playfully. “Yeah, I know the one. Talk about overacting. But right now,” he said between clenched teeth, looking down at his cock, “I’m in serious trouble.”

His significant other folded his well-muscled arms across his glorious chest and raised an eyebrow. “Guess I’m going have to assess the situation.”

Matt reached out and grabbed him, dragging him by the arm.

“At least he’s not pulling me by the hair,” Thomas chuckled to himself, taking off his clothes as he went.

“Me Matt,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, you’re Matt, all right,” Thomas said, pushing him back to the bed. “Get in that cave.”

That struck him funny and he started to laugh, his laughter escalated by Thomas tickling him. “Stop it,” he protested, struggling, rolling onto his stomach.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Thomas yelped, nipping his shoulder with his teeth. He moved his lips down his back to his ass where he proceeded to rim the hell out of him until Matt pleaded for him to stop. “Ah, you don’t like it,” Thomas teased, “so guess I won’t do that anymore.”

“You are so going to get it,” Matt threatened.

Thomas reached under his lover and stroked his cock. “I sure as hell hope so.”

“I was worried that you didn’t want to fuck,” Matt breathed, listening to the sound of Thomas fiddling with the lube.

“You need never worry about that.”

“I don’t think I’m going to need that lube.”

“I need it. My poor cock is used and abused, thanks to you.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “I’ll have to lick it for you.”

“Yes,” he growled, “you will.” He placed his hands under Matt’s waist and pulled him up to all fours, then yanked him around. Matt’s mouth was directly in line with Thomas’ cock.

God, Matt sometimes forgot how strong Thomas was. He was a man with great strength, both physical and emotional, but he didn’t wear it externally. He kept it there beneath the surface, ready to use when he needed it. Matt had no doubt Thomas could kick the shit out of any guy twice his size, and he’d do just that if he, or anyone he loved, was threatened, but he wasn’t the type of man to act macho, to walk around bragging about his prowess. That was one of the things Matt loved about him. But right now, he was loving that Thomas was displaying that strength full force. His maleness, his blatant need was turning Matt on big time. He was more than content to be his willing sex slave.

Thomas held out his cock to him, his fingers stroking himself. Matt groaned inwardly. Yes, it was sexy. It was sinfully sexy, pure decadence, really, to have this insanely beautiful man offering him his cock. “Okay now, my fine, young, horny slut, put it in your mouth and make it sing.”

He wasn’t kidding. And the fact that he meant every word was so hot. There is no way he could ever imagine himself getting bored in bed with the man. Matt took his cock in his mouth, one palm balancing him as the other hand curved around the base of Thomas’ cock. He looked up at Thomas as he slid his lips up and down the length of his shaft. Thomas’ head was back, and he was making pleasurable sounds in his throat. Matt increased the friction, suddenly feeling Thomas’ hand reach out and touch him, indicating he wanted him to back off. Matt licked his lips. He had come to love the taste of him. He stayed in place, waiting for him to look down into his eyes. “I was going to come,” Thomas said, his chest heaving. “I want to come inside your ass, not your mouth. Turn around. Stay on your knees.”

Matt smiled, moving around into position, teasing him by wiggling his ass a bit. That received a firm slap. “Um,” Matt replied. “I like that.”

“You want me to spank you?” Thomas laughed.

“Only if you think I need it,” Matt muttered, a grin on his face that Thomas couldn’t see.

Thomas massaged both his ass cheeks for a moment. “Knowing you, you’d put something on your ass to make it hurt less.”

“Damn right, stud,”

Thomas smiled. “Stud, eh? Say it again. Tell me what you want.”

“Take it if you want it,” Matt urged breathlessly as Thomas reached around to carelessly play with his genitals. Matt grunted. “Not fair.”

“All is fair in love and war, baby,” Thomas breathed, grasping his hips.

Matt sucked in a breath in anticipation. Thomas’ cock sliced into his ass without fanfare. He began to pump hard, his fingers gripping Matt’s sides like a vice. Matt let out a groan, his head hanging down, his arms aching from the pressure. God, his man could fuck. It was like being on a roller coaster with no brakes. “Oh….yesssssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzz!”

Thomas slowed his pace a bit, catching his breath. Now, he was moving inside of him slowly, doing some sensuous dance that Matt discovered was unique to Thomas. It hit every single erogenous zone he had inside his ass. His cock let go like a volcano, and Thomas was in his final lap, grinding into him, moving at a frantic pace, saying something about angels and heaven.

Matt collapsed on the bed, Thomas pulling out of him, going back on his knees, his hand massaging his own cock, his tongue circling his lips. He was alone in his beautiful world and Matt had the pleasure of watching his face, so beautiful, and at the moment, so transparent, showing every tingle of pleasure which was shooting through his body, eventually climaxing in that place which bought precious moments of inner peace.

Matt crawled over to him on his knees. He reached out and touched his face, looking into his eyes, lost for a second. He felt a twinge of pain. It was acute, pain that was borne of loving someone too much, to the point of desperation. “If I ever lost you, I think I’d die.” He’d had no intention of saying that aloud. And it surprised Thomas as much as it did him.

Thomas blinked. “What made you say that?”

Matt wound his arms around him, held him there for the longest time. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t answer. Absolutely happiness, sheer bliss, it was the perfect moment.

“Matt,” Thomas said, “are you all right?”

“I’m not crying,” he said.

Thomas disengaged himself and studied his face. “Okay. We have a new term for watery eyes now?”

Matt pushed him away and wiped his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile. He lay down on the bed, propping the pillow up under his head.

Matt lay down beside him, taking his hair between his fingers, feeling the silkiness of it. “Thomas?”

“Um?” His eyes were closed.

“Do you think we’ll always be together?”

His eyes opened. “Yes,” he said. Nothing more than that. He reached out and pulled Matt closer.

Matt snuggled down into his arms. Thomas was asleep in a matter of minutes, something, which seemed to elude Matt right now. He listened to Thomas’ deep breathing. There was so much to think about—the house at Black Point that would never really belong to them, except in spirit. Thomas kept telling him it was all right, but damn it, it wasn’t all right. That house meant everything to them. He didn’t want to share it with Ryan and Cole.

Then there was the movie. What would celebrity status do to Thomas? He was already well known as an author, but this was way bigger than that. One movie deal could very well lead to others. What if he met someone else? What if they were forced to be apart a lot, and…He stopped. This was insane. It was just his insecurities talking. But for some reason, he felt as if he could lose him. He glanced at him, kissed his mouth softly, murmured, “I love you.” He wasn’t expecting a reply, but miraculously, Thomas threw his leg over his. “I love you, too, babe. Go to sleep.”