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Matt
If today had been difficult for Matt, then he couldn’t imagine what it felt like for Chris. Last week, he was entirely straight. Now, he had a male partner of some description leading him through a day of press interviews his team hadn’t actually scheduled, and coaching him through the difficult moments.
By the time they’d stopped making calls, the light had long since faded from the sky, and they were two large takeaway pizzas deep. Chris still hadn’t left the apartment to train, and it seemed to be stirring him up a little, but other than that? He looked pretty good for a guy who’d just had his entire world turned upside down.
That was an athlete for you, Matt guessed. Adaptable to the extreme.
Now that they were finished, though, Matt was certainly looking forward to a quiet evening. Chris had cracked open two beers, and they finally felt safe to turn on the TV once the evening news had definitely finished. (Even handling it as well as they were, it seemed counter-intuitive to stress themselves out with the potential criticism on the news channels.)
Matt settled in against Chris’s side on the couch, and enjoyed the warmth of his body behind him.
“I think we had a good day.”
Chris snorted. “A productive day, maybe. But I think we’ll have a good night.”
“Is that right?”
He turned around to look Chris in the eyes, encouraged by the playful twinkle he saw there. It so closely resembled the warmth he’d seen in the hockey player on the very first day they’d met that it only confirmed Matt’s confidence all over again. Everything would be alright once it settled down. Things would be okay.
Of course they would, anyway. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was just that the nation’s favorite hockey player was involved with a man.
People would get over that, or they wouldn’t. Those who didn’t were missing out. Those who did... well. That was that.
In any case, there were more pressing things to consider right now. First and foremost, Chris’s hand pressing into his thigh. If he was trying to be subtle, he was doing a terrible job – but it was easy for Matt to get his own back. Leaning further into his neck, he let his own hand drift down to palm across the front of Chris’s sweatpants, where he found the quickly hardening form of his cock.
“How about that good night starting now, then?”
“Huh,” said Chris. “I guess – yeah. That could work.”
From there, it was an easy progression. Matt had to admit he felt lucky. Some straight boys would freak out about sex for weeks before they’d ever feel safe to touch the man they were attracted to. Chris, however, clearly had no such hangups. That was positive, and it was healthy. It was better to be able to explore your sexuality no matter where it led you.
It was sexy, too. Matt liked the idea of an open-minded partner. You never knew quite where you’d end up.
“You think you can wait for me to return the favor of that blow job?” said Chris, eyes darting between Matt’s slowly massaging hand and his face. “’Cos I think I want something else.”
“Yeah?” said Matt. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Chris’s cock filling up under his hand. God, he was big. “What do you want?”
He could hope. Maybe it was too soon, but-
“I want to fuck you.”
A smile split across Matt’s face, and a flush spread down the back of his neck. Alright, then. Apparently it wasn’t too soon after all. “Yeah,” he said, only making Chris wait a few moments before he agreed. He didn’t have any more patience than that – not now he knew that Chris wanted this too. “Yeah. I want that.”
“I just – I guess I don’t know how to... you know...”
Matt turned to face him, planting a few soft kisses down his neck. “You’ve got lubricant...?”
“Sure.”
“Easy, then.”
He let Chris lead him to the bedroom. This was the first time Matt had set food in Chris’s bedroom, since he had only slept in the guest room before – but here, he could see Chris’s presence everywhere. There were a few nearly-empty bottles of cologne – the corner of a porn magazine sticking out from under the bed. If not for the luxury of the sheets and the simple leather bed frame, it could almost have belonged to a tidy teenager.
Matt climbed onto the bed, already discarding his shirt as Chris hunted for the lubricant. By the time Chris turned around, he was already slipping off his pants – and shuddering at the way Chris drank up the sight of him, eyes fixated on the tent in his underwear.
“Soon,” Matt promised. “Just – get here...”
Chris shed his clothes like there was magic involved. His shirt pulled over his muscles as though they were no obstacle, and the sweatpants shucked off to reveal no underwear beneath them. No wonder the outline of his dick had been so prominent. It made Matt thirsty just to look at him – but that was a treat for another time.
Right now, they had other priorities.
“You’ll – um, just coat your fingers first...”
He coaxed Chris through the process of slicking up his fingers, then guided his hand to the entrance of his body. He’d never seen a man so muscular and self-assured look so nerves – nor ask so many times whether it would hurt Matt. It all melted his heart, but... well. It melted his bones even better when Chris finally pushed his fingers inside him and began to work him open, slightly curling his digits as Matt directed and getting into a steady rhythm that he caught at the end with a kiss.
He was good at this. He didn’t need much instruction – just a little. Just the basics.
“God, yes,” Matt permitted himself to moan, willing to allow Chris the encouragement. But then, maybe his eyes were enough; he could feel the intensity in his eyes, and if he looked anything like Chris did, then that was perfectly telling. “Yeah, like that. And then just – when I’m open, you can...”
“I got this,” Chris assured him. They were on the same page now, and maybe Matt should have known that they would be. Already, they were two kindred spirits, walking in the same direction – learning one another as they went, and picking up speed. Already, it was clear that this was a connection for the long haul.
When Chris finally pushed inside him, rough and thick and tight, it only cemented that feeling. This was perfect; this was right. Just the right kind of burn. The right kind of love.
Matt’s nails dug into Chris’s shoulders as the blond fucked into him, his eyes boring down into the place their bodies met. He was the picture of perfection – a statue of a man, as if he were designed for Matt’s specific tastes. Maybe he had been. Maybe fate had pulled them together. Whatever it was, it was good right now, in this second; it was good to feel the friction of their skin rubbing together, and to feel the panting of Chris’s desperate breath against his shoulder.
They could live like this, no doubt. Whatever the press made them endure, and however the world treated Chris now that they knew he was with a man, they could handle it. So long as they had this together – this chemistry like they’d never experienced before – then there was nothing to stand in their way.
When Chris came inside him, heavy and hard, it was like the earth had shifted. Even just the sight of Chris losing control and the tight grip of his hands around Matt’s hips was enough to push him over the edge, tilting over into bliss and submitting to the rough heat between them.
Matt definitely wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never been fucked like that.
Basking together in the fading heat, and sweating into Chris’s crumpled Egyptian cotton sheets, it certainly felt like something significant had happened. Matt could trace his fingertips over Chris’s shoulder and down to his chest, enjoying the rise and fall of his breath. He knew he was watching somebody special. Knew that it was a sight he’d come to be familiar with over the years.
You couldn’t say that kind of thing aloud, of course. Not to another adult man. It’d sound like you’d spent too long believing in fairy-tales. Everybody was a cynic these days, and people laughed at you even just for believing in love. However, if Matt had learned anything over the past few days, it was that instinct might not be such a foolish thing to trust after all. Going by that token, he should trust his instinct right now.
“You okay?” Matt asked, soft and quiet.
“Mm,” said Chris, letting one eye creep open. “Better than okay. How ‘bout you?”
“Yeah,” Matt agreed, shuffling to let his head rest on the smooth expanse of Chris’s chest. “Better than okay sounds about right.”
Both to me and my instincts.
