After two painful days of skating like crap and thinking of Rob’s mouth, Matty was in the middle of preparing a salad for dinner when a knock on the door fell heavy and hard. It could only be one person, since he didn’t know anyone else in Montana.
“Hi,” Matty said, opening the door to find Rob on the doorstep holding a covered bowl.
“Hey. I had leftovers. I thought I’d bring this over in hopes that you might actually eat it.”
Matty stood back and let Rob inside, taking the bowl from him. “Thank you.” Matty watched Rob take his coat off. “Um, are you staying?”
“Yes, I am,” Rob said, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “I think we should talk don’t you?”
Matty didn’t know if he wanted to talk, actually. Mostly, he wanted to kiss Rob again. He looked amazing in a light blue sweater and jeans, and his hair a blond mess. Still, if Rob wanted to talk, then he supposed he should do that. The main thing was to take control of the situation, Matty thought.
Taking a deep breath, Matty balanced the bowl carefully between his palms. “Rob, I should apologize. Honestly, I don’t usually kiss and run.”
“It was a surprise, sure, but not an unpleasant one. The kiss, I mean.” Rob said, making his way toward the kitchen.
He’d obviously been in the Pages’ house quite a few times and seemed entirely comfortable. Matty set the bowl on the kitchen counter as Rob pulled out a chair at the table.
“Still.” Rob went on. “I wasn’t sure where it came from. I mean, there was some flirting, yeah, but we were just having soup. Or, well, I was. You were smelling soup.”
Matty felt his cheeks grow warm and he brought one hand up to his eyes. Oh God. He was such an idiot. He hadn’t even opened himself up to the guy and he could already read the writing on the wall. Starting with an “r” and ending with an “n”—rejection. Matty was about to be on the receiving end of the “let’s just be friends” talk. He could feel it.
“I’m sorry. Kissing you was out of line. I can’t imagine that being more than friends would ever be a good idea in this situation. I think I was just lonely,” Matty said quickly, hoping to get in a preemptive strike.
“It’s no problem. The kiss was great. I find you incredibly attractive. I won’t deny that.” Rob smiled. “And who said anything about only being friends? It’s just that, in general, I do prefer to be a little more familiar with someone before I get intimate with them.”
Oh God, how embarrassing. Rob did think he was a slut. If only he knew just how few men there had actually been.
“Wow. Talk about not the impression I’d hoped to make.” Matty’s stomach felt like rocks had been dumped into it. “That wasn’t my usual modus operandi.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rob said again before pointing at the bowl. “If you zap it for about ninety seconds that should do the trick. I’d really like to see what you think of my mother’s recipe.”
Matty reluctantly put the bowl of soup in the microwave since he didn’t see how he could politely get out of eating it. It was clearly a peace offering, or a test, or both somehow all at once, and to decline would be insulting.
“It smells amazing,” Matty said as the microwave spun the bowl around. “It reminds me of when I was a kid and my mom would make Hamburger Helper. It smelled kind of like this.”
“I promise, it will taste so much better.”
When it was ready, Matty sat down across from Rob with the bowl, his head bent over it, taking in the wonderful smell.
Rob went to the second drawer next to the dishwasher and got out a spoon. “You’ll need this,” he said. “Unlike scent, which finds your nose without any effort on your part, you must use this ingenious utensil to bring the soup to your mouth in order to taste it.”
Matty laughed. Rob’s fingernails were surprisingly well-tended for a rancher, Matty noticed as he took the spoon from Rob’s hand. There was a brief stand-off as Matty sat with the spoon poised over the bowl, and Rob sat opposite him observing intently. Finally, Matty dipped the spoon into the thick liquid.
The first taste was unreal. He heard himself make an ungodly moan, and his eyes rolled back. There had to be a pound of fat in this bowl alone, but, Jesus, it was so good he wanted to fill a bathtub with it and get a straw. He forced himself to put the spoon down after realizing that he’d gobbled up at least ten mouthfuls. He felt satisfied and warm in a way he couldn’t remember feeling for quite some time.
“Good?” Rob asked, his voice soft and gruff, like he was holding back.
Matty glanced up to see Rob watching him with that same lustful expression that had led to Matty fleeing Rob’s kitchen. His cock grew half hard, and he cleared his throat. “Yes. Thank you. It’s very good.”
Matty was definitely going to need to add an extra workout tomorrow if he ate the entire bowl, but he could feel Rob’s eyes on him. He took another bite, and another, closing his own eyes and letting himself go with the pleasure, releasing himself, giving in.
“I never realized watching a figure skater eat would be such a sexy experience,” Rob said. “I can’t explain this, but I am so turned on right now.”
Matty dropped the spoon in the empty bowl with a clatter and met Rob’s eyes. His cock was hard, and he felt hot all over, inside and out. “I am too.”
“Just tell me, yes or no.”
Matty swallowed hard, and he turned sideways in the chair, spreading his legs a little. “Yes. God yes. Please.”
Rob was on the floor between his thighs before Matty could say another word. He pushed Matty’s track pants down, and Matty gasped and hunched over Rob’s head when he sucked Matty’s cock into his mouth. It was hot and wet, and so fucking good. Rob sucked even better than he kissed, and the kiss had been pretty amazing.
It had been so long since someone’s mouth had been on Matty’s cock. Legs splayed, he gave himself over to the sensations. God, he was not going to last. His hands fell to Rob’s hair, tangling into it. He made a soft sound and whispered, “Coming soon…now.”
Rob dove down, taking in as much of Matty’s cock as he could, rubbing his tongue along the shaft as he went. Matty’s feet skidded as he wrapped his ankles around the legs of the chair, trying to hold on, wanting it to last a little longer. He bit his lip, his eyes rolled back again, and he jerked his hips, thrusting up and into Rob’s mouth.
“Now,” he repeated, pulling at Rob’s hair, but Rob only opened wider, taking him deeper. Then he shot off, trembling, and it felt gorgeous and stunning, sweet and really fucking needed.
“Oh,” Matty whimpered as Rob lifted off his cock. A smear of come decorated Rob’s lower lip and Matty leaned forward to lick it off.
Rob ran a tongue over the place Matty had licked. The intimacy of that warmed him, and he brought his hands up to Rob’s face, lifting it for a kiss. Matty fell into it, delicious, sweet, hungry, and good.
He slid from the chair to kneel next to Rob, both of them tumbling to the hardwood kitchen floor. Matty tried to find the button of Rob’s jeans while Rob’s hands grasped his ass and shoved his track pants further down around his knees. Both of them were kissing, licking, humping, and rolling.
The wood dug into Matty’s sharp edges—his hips, elbows, even his spine, but it was good, it was okay, because he didn’t want to give up the contact to move to someplace soft. It had been too fucking long since he’d done this with anyone, too fucking long since he’d pushed a man’s jeans around his hips and slithered down his body to suck his dick in, licking and working it hard and fast.
Rob moaned above him, hand going first to cover his eyes, and then down to cup the back of Matty’s head. His fingers twined into Matty’s hair, playing with it, not pushing or shoving, just touching so fucking sweetly that Matty wanted to grab Rob’s hand and force it down harder, make him take control. When Matty pulled off Rob’s cock, he gasped with joy when Rob grabbed his hair and moved him back down. God, that was it. That was what he wanted.
Rob’s fingers loosened again when Matty was back on his cock, and he rubbed his fingers through Matty’s hair, eliciting shivers and moans. When Rob was ready, he pulled Matty’s hair again until Matty came off his cock. Then he jerked him up to his mouth. Rob rolled him over, the weight of his still-half dressed body pressing Matty against the wood. Matty was going to have bruises from this. He knew it. He just knew it. He fucking loved it.
They rutted against each other madly, shoving each other’s shirts up to get skin on skin, and Rob grabbed Matty’s ass, pulling him against him tightly. Matty buried his face against Rob’s neck, the scratch of stubble along his forehead rough and sweet. Matty was hard again, and when Rob’s finger tapped against his asshole, he jerked and spread his legs as wide as he could in his track pants.
“Got a condom?” Rob asked, gruffly.
“No. Yes. Um, fuck. In my wallet.” Matty wanted to cry because he had no idea where his wallet was at that moment.
“Do you want to?”
“God, I want to, but don’t move off me. Just keep on…please…I don’t want to have time to think.”
Rob sucked on Matty’s ear lobe, and Matty whimpered, moving faster, feeling Rob’s dick rub alongside his own. The pain of his spine and hips digging against the hard floor was good, and when Rob kissed him, sucked on his chin, and mouthed his neck, it just all got so much better.
As Rob thrust faster, with more determination, Matty pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Rob’s back and brought his head up to Rob’s shoulder. Then Rob grunted as he shot hot and wet between them. Matty bit Rob’s jaw and came, too, trembling and jerking in Rob’s arms.
Matty panted, releasing Rob to lie limply on the floor. “Holy Mary Mother of God.”
Rob lifted up and rolled off Matty, lying next to him, gasping and looking up at the ceiling. Matty closed his eyes and started to shiver.
“Wow. I, uh…” Matty couldn’t really think at all, much less think of any words that might express how he felt. He supposed he could say that it had been stunning, because that was true in multiple ways. Stunning that it happened. Stunning how it happened. Stunning that it was so fucking good. Stunningly good.
Rob stood, and Matty watched him move carefully across the kitchen to grab a few paper towels, wiping at his stomach with them before buttoning his jeans. He came back to Matty with another paper towel, and Matty noticed that as Rob wiped the come away from Matty’s stomach, he didn’t meet Matty’s gaze.
“Hey.”
Rob looked at him. Instead of the insecurity that Matty was expecting, he found warm amusement and calm satisfaction.
“That was hot.”
“You’re hot.” Rob tucked Matty’s cock away, and pulled up his track pants for him.
Rob helped Matty up. “So, I guess my comments earlier about wanting to know someone a little better before getting intimate seem pretty ridiculous right about now.”
“And did I really say something about just being friends?” Matty said, shaking his head at his own stupidity.
“Well, I don’t think you really meant that,” Rob said, picking up the empty soup bowl and rinsing it out.
“You think?” Matty said, laughing as he stood watching Rob wipe the bowl dry.
Rob put the bowl on the counter and turned to him seriously. “Are we going to do this again?”
Matty blinked. “Is there a reason why we shouldn’t?”
Now that he’d done this once, he didn’t think he could handle living the whole winter in Montana next to a handsome, sexy neighbor who didn’t make him come.
Rob studied him a moment before smiling slyly. “I can’t think of one.”
***
“You are such a prude,” Elliot said.
Matty could practically hear Elliot’s eye roll over the phone. “I just had sex with what basically amounts to a complete stranger on the kitchen floor of my employer’s house and you’re calling me a prude?”
“I’m calling you a prude because you ran away from his place like a little faggoty baby bitch to begin with, made him chase after you, and now you’re all like, ‘I had sex with him on the kitchen floor like a bad ass,’ but I can tell you’re freaked out by it.”
“No, I’m not. I just like to, you know, make the choice to let someone lay me, not just find myself in the middle of hot sex not knowing how I got there. And that’s what it felt like to me. I mean, he didn’t force me or anything. But you know what I mean.”
“I’ll tell you how you got there, Matty. You took a job in Montana, met a hot rancher, and did the smart thing by letting him make you come. Twice?”
“Twice.”
“Now, the important question: was it good?”
Matty flopped back onto the pillows on his bed, gripped the phone tighter, and whispered, “Oh my God, Elliot. Good doesn’t even begin to cover it. More like—”
“Nuclear,” Elliot supplied.
“Supernova,” Matty said, though that was perhaps hyperbole, because while it had indeed been fantastically hot, he imagined that fucking would’ve been even hotter. His eyes rolled up, his breathing went wonky, and he got half hard just imagining Rob holding him down and fucking him. Jesus, fuck, dammit, he wondered if he could make it across the cow field at night and demand that Rob make good on the unspoken promise to fuck him senseless.
“Gonna cue up Mr Hudson and Kanye now?” Elliot said.
“Oh, fuck you, Elliot. You just wish a hot rancher had sucked you and blown your mind tonight.”
“Actually, I got some too. A little piece of rock-n-roll goodness. Yeah, I’m a star fucker, baby. You only wish you had the hotness that was up on top of me tonight.”
“Who?” Matty rolled his eyes for even asking. “Oh, please. You lie, bitch.”
“Fine, so maybe it was in my dreams, but it was a hot one.”
“One day, I’m going to smother you in your sleep. Just you wait and see. I’ll do it with a teddy bear. Not even a cute teddy bear. I’m going to find the ugliest one ever and smother you with that. Wait and see.”
“Promises, promises.”