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Chris
Why did Alex Lourdes have to be so blatantly flirtatious?
Chris had seen the Olympian give interviews before, and he had always known this was his brand – but over the last few minutes until that segment finished, it had seemed like he was going for Matt much more than usual.
Was that why Matt had texted him about it? Was he trying to show that he could move on quickly; had that argument been more significant in his eyes than Chris had realized?
No, surely not. Matt was much more mature than that.
Still, Chris couldn’t help but simmer with jealousy as he recalled the heat in Alex Lourdes’ facial expression as he listened to Matt’s neatly-phrased questions. He didn’t like hearing Matt laugh at all of Alex’s dumb jokes, even though he knew that was kind of a TV convention, and not necessarily a real reaction.
He was still grumpy and chewing it all over when his phone lit up with another text.
Omw home now. Did you catch it?
He grunted, locking his phone. He didn’t know what to say. If he admitted that he hated it, then it would probably only make their argument worse, but he didn’t want to lie either. Granted, it would likely be easier via text. In person, Matt was going to see in a heartbeat that Chris hadn’t really liked it. He’d hear it in the tone of Chris’s voice; he’d know it from the curl in the corner of Chris’s lips. Maybe he’d read something into it that wasn’t there. An anger at Matt that he didn’t really feel.
By the time Chris heard the door opening, he was more worked up than he really had reason to be – but there was such a broad range of emotions running through him.
After all, it wasn’t just the way Alex had behaved that made him so jealous. It was the way Matt looked. Somebody must have groomed him for TV; his collar was neat and tidy and his hair had been parted just so. His eyes seemed bright in the warm studio lighting.
Of course it wasn’t the first time it had occurred to him that Matt was exceptionally beautiful, but it was a very strong feeling – so much so that Chris didn’t really have time to consider his options when Matt stepped through the door.
His body did the thinking for him.
“Hey,” said Matt gingerly, perhaps nervous at the fact he hadn’t gotten a text back. “You have a good day, cooped up in here?”
Chris didn’t force himself to speak. He just took a few steps closer to Matt, eyes flicking over him as he shut the door and leaned against it. Maybe he could detect what was about to happen in the dark desperation of Chris’s facial expression. If so, that would explain the spark of excitement in his.
“Come here,” said Chris.
Clearly, Matt didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned heavily into Chris’s body even before Chris’s hand cupped his ass to hold him there, back arched at such an extreme angle that he must have been desperate for it – desperate for the contact. When their lips met, the kiss was rough, abandoning all the first-time, go-slow gentle contact that they had stuck to so far.
There would be nothing soft and slow about tonight.
Matt’s lips were bruising against him, teeth catching on Chris’s bottom lip and still pushing at him for more. Had he been as worked up as Chris had, waiting to resolve their argument? Had he been nervous as well?
He didn’t want to stop to ask. There would be plenty of time for talking later. Right now, there were different things to do with their mouths – different parts of their bodies to better communicate with. Chris reached down between them to palm roughly at Matt’s cock, pleased to feel that he was already half-hard under the formal, structured fabric of his suit pants. Alex Lourdes couldn’t do this to him; Alex Lourdes couldn’t work him up this way. If he had, Matt wouldn’t have come home.
Come home to Chris.
He nosed hard into Chris’s neck, letting his fingertips trace the shape of his cock. He had been planning to tease Matt for a while, but already he seemed so desperate that Chris wasn’t sure he could hold out. Matt was gasping and whimpering quietly even just from the touch of Chris’s open palm over his clothes. God knew what he’d do with skin-to-skin contact. God knew how he’d cry out.
“Take it all off,” Chris ordered him, pulling back to start tugging his own shirt over his head. He knew it’d be sexier for them to undress one another, but he didn’t have the patience for the snags and the slow-downs. He wanted Matt naked ten seconds ago – wanted to drink in the sight of his hard, taut body as he waited for more of Chris’s touch.
Anger management, huh? We’ll see.
Unfortunately, the ‘faster’ theory fell apart as soon as he turned around. His clothes were already on the floor – but Chris had only been wearing sweatpants and a plain white tee. Matt, on the other hand, was still struggling with the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands, eyes desperate and hungry as they stumbled over Chris’s undressed body – halted, like he’d just lost his mind, on the hard, red flush of Chris’s cock.
“Too slow,” Chris told him, stepping back over to slap his hands away and break the thing open. Buttons scattered around them, which was almost as erotic as the way Matt gasped and fell back, chest heaving with his breath and eyes lidded with pleasure. He moved to the fly of Matt’s trousers next, tearing at the fastenings with impatience only half-playful. “Why have you got to wear so much...?”
“Work,” Matt managed. His voice was raw as sandpaper. “All formal, so-”
“So nothing,” Chris insisted, tugging Matt’s boxers down along with his pants. “Step out.”
Matt obeyed, his rock-hard dick bumping against Chris’s leg as he stumbled in his eagerness. He let Chris catch him with one large catcher’s mitt hand, eyes rooted on Chris’s.
Shit. Chris’s boyfriend was hot.
“Bend over the couch.”
Matt didn’t need to be told again. Tripping slightly over the last leg of his pants, he moved directly to the couch and looked over his shoulder. He looked partly excited and partly afraid of what was to come, bouncing up onto his toes and then back down again with impatience.
He didn’t have to wait for long.
Chris picked Matt’s legs up to lift them over his shoulders – an easy weight compared to the dead-lifting he was used to. Pulling his body closer, he leaned in to press his face against Matt’s ass, inhaling the sweet scent of his skin. Already, he could hear Matt moan – could hear him comprehend exactly what Chris wanted to do.
“God, please.”
In truth, Chris had never done this before – but how much different could it be to performing oral sex on a woman? Right now he was too horny for a crisis of confidence, in any case. All he wanted to do was bury himself into Matt’s body. To cover the handsome journalist with a blanket of pleasure the likes of which he hadn’t experienced before.
He wanted Matt losing his mind by the time he was done. Wanted him to make a mess on the couch that they’d have a hard time cleaning up.
Of course, nothing like that mattered right now.
He swept his tongue across the hot, tight pucker of Matt’s entrance, honing in on the strained whimpers issuing from the man below him. Even just knowing how reactive he was right now turned Chris on; he could practically feel Matt shiver every time he moved.
“Stay still,” he ordered, somehow sensing that Matt liked the roughness of this as much as the physical sensations. He stayed close, letting his breath tickle against Matt’s sensitive skin as he spoke, and then licked another hard stripe over his entrance.
“God, Chris – I’m... yes. I’m trying.”
Chris tightened his grip, feeling his nails slightly dig in to the soft surface of Matt’s skin. It felt like his whole body was rubber under Chris’s hands – that he could fold Matt up into any shape he liked, and hold him shuddering in place.
“Please; I just... I need more...”
“Shut up,” said Chris, sparing one hand to playfully smack his ass. Still, he took the opportunity to bury harder into Matt’s ass, pressing his tongue lightly inside. A moment later, he added a finger – let Matt whine and keen around him, trying to lift his hips up against Chris’s tongue. He was so tight around Chris’s finger that it drove Chris crazy. He couldn’t imagine what he might feel like. How it might be to just-
Screw it.
He dropped Matt’s legs, eyes drawing a line over his boyfriend’s prone body – catching on how tightly his hands were gripping at the cushions, and how the blood had run to his ears. He looked so vulnerable. So tempting.
“I want to fuck you,” said Chris, his voice a choked-up mumble. “Nothing else. Just... I’m clean.”
He was so full of desire that he couldn’t think of any other way to express it. Thankfully, Matt seemed to understand, standing back up onto his tip-toes and pushing his ass back into Chris. “Yes. Okay – yes, yes...”
Overwhelmed, Chris moved back to fuck Matt open with his fingers again, marveling at the hot tightness of him. Without lubricant, he would ordinarily be too dry – but the lapping action of his tongue had left him wet and eager enough to go without. As Chris scissored him open, heart pounding, he only hoped it would be enough once his full length pushed in.
He didn’t claim to be a giant, but he was certainly longer and thicker than a couple of fingers.
As he finally pushed inside Matt, however, all his concerns melted away at the velvety, keen warmth that enveloped him. The sensation of fucking him with a condom simply didn’t compare; he relished the direct contact with his partner’s body, and the intimacy of that. The trust it required – the affection.
No matter how they argued, there was clearly something important about him and Matt together. Something long-lasting – something real.
Matt was groaning and hissing beneath him, body curved back against Chris like he was angling for more contact. It did seem to be hurting him, but not in a way that he disliked; every grunt and moan that he made was dosed with pleasure, and he certainly wouldn’t be rocking so eagerly back against Chris’s cock if he didn’t want more, more, more.
Before long, more, more, more started to become too much. Chris could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, a flush spreading through his body that he could no longer control. Beneath him, Matt was rutting harder and harder into the couch. They were lost in each other and the hot air around them. There was nothing left to wait for.
Chris pulled out to come heavily across his back, drinking in the twitches and shudders that dragged through Matt’s body as he came a few seconds later. He’d never seen Matt so undone – but he looked forward to seeing it again.
One hand tightly massaging Matt’s shoulder, he waited for both himself and Matt to regain their breath. His heart was still thudding against his rib cage, but he was more than satisfied. There was no sensation quite like stopping after a hard exercise, and this didn’t feel unlike that.
He let his hand continue rubbing circles of comfort into Matt’s skin. At first he thought he’d wait for Matt to speak first, but then the words sprang into him – begged him to speak them.
“I’m sorry,” he said, still a little out of breath. “And I love you.”
Matt slid from under his grip, turning over to lean against the couch and look up at him. There was a look of fondness and trust in his eyes that Chris had rarely seen in his partners before. He leaned down to catch Matt’s lips in a kiss that – he hoped – expressed all the same depth of emotion he’d just seen in his partner’s eyes.
“Me too,” said Matt, as they broke apart. He wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck to pull him close again for another kiss, nose bumping in close against Chris’s.
They’d be okay, Chris figured.
Clearly, Alex Lourdes was nobody he had to worry about.
