Crashing Hearts- The Complete Series

by Zane Menzy

  Damon went and stood beside Matt, planting a hand to his shoulder. “There’s nothing shocking under my bed. Is there, mate?”

  Matt gave them both a goofy smile. “No. Nothing shocking.” He didn’t think before he spoke and went on to add the mundane fact, “Damon’s actually really tidy. I don’t even have to clean much in here.”

  An awkward silence followed from the pointless information.

  Lexi nodded. “That’s probably because he keeps all his filth in his dirty mind.”

  “Don’t listen to her, Matt. I promise you. I’m an angel.” He squeezed Matt’s shoulder, giving him a wink before going to sit down on the bed.

  “Whatever pervert,” Lexi laughed. She looked across at Matt who stood there awkwardly. “I recognise that top.” She walked over and tugged the fabric of his t-shirt, her fingers grazing his neck. Matt felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Lexi Prebble just touched me! She inspected the shirt. “Is this one of Damon’s?”

  Matt nodded. “Yeah. Damon gave me a bunch of his old clothes.”

  Lexi looked at Damon. “That’s nice of you.”

  Damon put his hands in the air. “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.”

  Lexi walked back towards the ensuite. “Keep telling yourself that.” She looked back at Matt. “It looks really nice on you.”

  The compliment sent Matt back to blushing territory. “Thanks.”

  “Oi,” Damon said loudly. “It looked great on me too!”

  Lexi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but it looks better on him.”

  Damon laughed, giving her the finger. “Piss off.”

  “Are you coming with us to the party?” Lexi asked.

  “The party?” Matt said.

  “Yeah, Marie Clearwater is having a party tonight. It’s at her family’s farm. She’s got the hay shed all done up like a disco or something,” Lexi explained.

  “Oh, I wasn’t invited. I don’t really know her.” Matt had never been to a party before let alone be invited to one.

  “Anyone can go. She had a note up in the common room about it all week.” Lexi looked over at Damon. “Isn’t that right?”

  “That’s right.” Damon agreed.

  “You should come sit in the common room more often Matt. You’d see all these things then,” Lexi said, sounding genuine. “Mind you, the school year is almost over now.”

  “True.” Matt nodded. He never went in the common room because he would have had no one to bloody sit with.

  “Anyway, did you want to come with us?” Lexi asked.

  “Oh, I probably shouldn’t.” Matt wished he could say yes, but he didn’t want Damon to think he was intruding.

  “Don’t be silly. Come. It’s gonna be a great night.” She smiled. “How could you say no to a night with us crazies?”

  Matt bit down on his lip. “Only if you don’t mind me tagging along?”

  Lexi sighed. “If I minded, I wouldn’t have asked.” She smiled at Matt. “So, is that a yes?”

  Matt looked over at Damon on the bed, wanting an indication of what he should say. Damon eventually gave him a slight nod. “Yes,” Matt said.

  “Yay!” Lexi squealed. “Now I’m gonna go get changed. You boys entertain yourselves while I transform myself into the belle of the ball.” She disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving Matt and Damon alone.

  Matt dug his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet. “Sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for?” Damon shrugged.

  “Disrupting your night.”

  “You’re not a disruption.”

  It felt good hearing Damon say that. Matt began thinking how amazing his night would be. He was about to go to his first party and would be turning up with two members of the in-crowd. One of which was the girl of his dreams, the other his new good friend. And secret lover.

  Standing in Damon’s bedroom with the night about to unfold felt like the first page of a choose your own adventure book. Just as Matt was losing himself to the dream night ahead, a nightmare opened the bedroom door.

  “What the fuck,” said a voice before laughing.

  Matt spun around and saw Todd Jenkins standing in the doorway. A sick panic gripped his throat. No, no, no! Matt screamed inside his head. Not him!

  Todd looked over at Damon. “Is Fatty Matty joining us?”

  “Be nice, Todd,” Damon said firmly, he went over and shook his friend’s hand. “I thought we were meeting you there?”

  “I figured, I’d swing by and catch a ride with you and Lexi. That way I can hit the piss harder.” Todd surveyed the room. “Where is Lexi?”

  “In the bathroom getting ready,” Damon answered.

  Todd switched his attention to Matt, a shiteating grin across his face. “So, Mr Matty. How have you been since I last saw you?” Todd coughed for effect. “You know, when you were about to suck my cock.”

  Damon laughed and whacked Todd’s arm. “Don’t be a dick.”

  Matt wanted to leave. Just run out the door and go home. He couldn’t see how he could relax and have a good night with Todd joining them.

  “Sorry, Matty boy. No offence.” Todd extended his hand out. “Sorry about the other day, aye. I really am.”

  Matt glared at the outstretched hand before reluctantly shaking on what he knew was a fake apology. “That’s okay,” he said.

  “Yeah, that was mean of me to push you away. I know how much you wanted it.” Todd burst out laughing, slapping Matt’s shoulder. “I kid, I kid.”

  Matt didn’t know where it came from but a shiver of gumption sprinted up his spine. “It’s alright, Todd. If I was ever gonna suck a dick, I’d rather it be bigger than five inches.”

  Damon burst out laughing.

  Todd scowled. “Settle down, Damo. It wasn’t that funny.”

  “It sort of was, though,” Damon heaved, still half-laughing.

  “What will be funny is me scoring at the party while Matty here goes home to Mrs Palmer and her five daughters.” Todd threw Matt a condescending smile.

  Damon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “I dunno, Todd. I have a feeling Matt might score tonight.” He discretely winked at Matt. “If he plays his cards right that is.”

  Matt grinned, feeling strangely romanced by the risky flirt. Seeing how handsome Damon looked in that moment, Matt knew he wanted nothing more than to play his cards right.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE:

  Devious Deed

  The party was dragging and despite being the perfect location for one—miles away from any neighbours—it was decidedly average. In fact, average would have been a compliment.

  Damon normally would be up in the middle of all the bumping bodies, dancing like a maniac, enjoying his night. That was not the case on this balmy evening. Instead, he was sat hunched over in the corner, gripping a can of bourbon, drowning his boredom.

  Todd had done exactly what he said he would. Scored. They had only been there an hour before he disappeared, leaving with Emily Dixon for a “walk.”

  Lexi sat in a huddle with a group of girls from her biology class, nattering on about their plans for next year and how much they would all miss each other.

  That seemed to be a big point of discussion with everyone here. Next year and the past five they’d spent together. The end of high school was looming and it seemed to bring on this odd sense of nostalgia. Everybody was obsessed with reminiscing about past classes, teachers, fun times and school-sport glory. Damon couldn’t give a shit. He had enjoyed his time at Port Jackson High, riding a wave of unrivalled popularity, but life moved on.

  “Damon,” a drunk voice called out.

  Damon looked up and saw Matt staggering toward him, a bottle of beer swishing around in his hand. “Hey, Matty.” He smiled at the intoxicated party virgin.

  Matt had been so shy when they first arrived, but as soon as he had a couple drinks, he got lost in the cauldron of conversations going on around the haybarn.

  His appearance at such
a gathering was so unexpected that people made a point of talking with him—the loner freak no one really knew.

  “I’ve been looking for you,” Matt said. He turned around and sat down beside Damon, almost falling off the seat.

  Damon laughed. “Be careful, pisshead.”

  “Yeah, I think I may have had a few too many.” Matt breathed out a happy sigh. “Thank you so much for inviting me. I’ve had such a good time. I even got a chick’s number!” He flipped his hand around, showing Damon a number scribbled down his wrist.

  “Well done, Casanova.” Damon chuckled, he clasped his hand together, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “It’s not Lexi’s number, is it?”

  “I fucking wish,” Matt said drunkenly.

  “I thought you did.” Damon narrowed his eyes. “I’ve seen the way you been checking her out all night.”

  “Is it that obvious?” Matt cringed, embarrassed.

  “I think she’s too drunk to notice, so you’re all good, buddy.”

  “Honestly, I’ve had the biggest crush on her since I was thirteen.” Matt shook his head, smiling. “She is my dream girl.”

  Damon’s face twitched. Matt’s high praise of Lexi rattled him. “Really? Your dream girl?”

  “Definitely. Oh, man, I’d give anything to have a date with her.” Matt’s breath stung of alcohol, his words close to mumbles. “She’s perfect.”

  “Perfect, aye?”

  “Yep. Everything about her.”

  Damon nodded. He had always been protective of Lexi. A lifelong friendship had made her feel more like a sister than a friend. Matt wasn’t being vulgar about her; he was coming across almost gentlemanly, but his desire still ruffled Damon’s feathers. Without meaning to, Damon asked, “What about me?”

  “Sorry?” Matt squinted his eyes.

  “Don’t you think I’m perfect?” Damon felt a pang of jealousy as he asked the question.

  “Of course I do. You’re Damon fuckin Harris. You and Lexi are the same. Perfecto!” Matt smiled enthusiastically.

  Damon looked around at the party, making sure no one was nearby. “Okay. What is so perfect about me?” He looked Matt in the eyes, whispering, “What is it about me that you like?”

  Matt hesitated, looking like a kid who had forgotten to do his homework. He took a sip on his drink and then answered, “You’re really nice. I didn’t use to think so until I got to know you, but you are… nice. Probably one of the nicest people I’ve met.”

  Damon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

  “No, I mean it. You’re very kind, Damon. When you want to be.” Matt glanced down at his feet before returning to Damon’s demanding gaze.

  “Thanks, Matt.” Damon nodded facetiously. “So I’m kind when I want to be and that makes me perfect. Doesn’t sound like much of a list. I bet you’ve got one as long as your arm for Lexi.”

  Matt laughed. “No. You’re also funny. You’re good at sport. You’re popular. You have good taste in clothes. You are so good-looking that I swear it isn’t fair.”

  Damon flicked Matt’s arm, smiling. “The list is getting better. What parts of me are good looking then Matt?” He knew how arrogant this sounded but he wanted to know.

  “Your eyes. I love your green eyes. You have awesome abs. You have nice legs, nice lips, nice hands. You always smell good… even if you’re sweaty.” Matt laughed to himself. “And you even have nice feet.”

  “You would know,” Damon said, winking. “Anything else?”

  Matt leaned closer, whispering, “You have a pretty nice cock too.” He grinned, letting Damon know there was more to come, “And your cum tastes like the breakfast of champions.”

  Damon laughed, pleased with the list. “Cheers to that.” He raised his bottle and clinked it with Matt’s. “To the breakfast of champions.”

  Matt nodded. “To the breakfast of champions.”

  “Come with me,” Damon said, he stood up and glared down at Matt.

  “Where are we going?” Matt asked.

  “Somewhere to give you some more breakfast.”

  Matt gulped. “Here? At the party?”

  “Well, not here in front of everyone, idiot.” Damon pointed to outside. “Somewhere private on the farm.”

  Matt looked reluctant to follow. “Are you sure?”

  Damon leant down, wetting Matt’s ear with a whisper, “I’m in the mood for you, babe. Come on.” He pulled his face back and saw Matt grinning. The magic word did its trick.

  “You’re the boss.” Matt took a big swig of his drink, drinking it dry. He dropped the empty bottle to the dusty floor then followed in pursuit.

  They headed through the crowd, making their way out of the barn. In the open air, the night stretched above with its crisp stabbing of stars and the moon which hung like a white Christmas ornament.

  Damon marched at a fast pace, leading them away from the lights and noise of the party. He took them down the path to where everybody had parked their cars. On the edge of the field was a row of bushy trees. Damon scanned the area, checking for any sign of hidden persons.

  “Over here,” Damon said. He pointed to behind one of the trees. Matt followed closely behind him, draping an arm over Damon’s shoulder. Damon resisted the urge to flick Matt’s arm away, not wanting to dampen his fuck’s enthusiasm. When Damon stood still, safely behind the cover of the tree, Matt took his chance and pecked him on the cheek. Why does he have to do that? Damon asked himself.

  “I was hoping you’d want to hang out. Just us two,” Matt said, his voice probably one bottle away from slurring.

  Damon stepped back, releasing himself from Matt’s arm. “Hold that thought. I’ve just gotta take a piss,” he said bluntly, hoping to kill Matt’s attempt at romancing the moment. Damon unzipped his fly and flopped his dick out. He closed his eyes, waiting for his dick to be soft enough to begin pissing. He heard Matt scuffing the ground with his shoes while he waited for Damon to be ready. “Ahhhh,” Damon groaned in relief as his dick started gushing a steady stream of urine. It hit the ground with a hissing splash, breaking the quietness around them. When he was done, he shook his dick dry and zipped himself back up, turning around to find Matt smiling, waiting patiently.

  “Can I kiss you?” Matt asked straight away.

  Damon stepped towards him. “Not tonight. You can kiss my dick, though.”

  Matt’s face screwed up. “But you just took a piss.”

  “And?” Damon sensed Matt’s trepidation, he leaned his face forward and kissed Matt on the lips softly. “Is that what you wanted?”

  Matt smiled and placed his hands on Damon’s hips. “Sort of. I was hoping you’d stick your tongue in.”

  Damon sighed good-naturedly. He pressed his lips to Matt’s again, prodding with his tongue ‘till Matt opened up to let him in. They swivelled their tongues together, and Damon could taste the sweetness of bourbon laced with tobacco smoke in Matt’s mouth. The roughness of their bristly faces touching sparked a sensual friction Damon found intriguing, leaving him in no doubt that he was one-half of two boys kissing.

  Matt groaned loudly and appreciatively—seemingly hungry for more.

  Damon slowly fetched his tongue back, gently biting Matt’s bottom lip on the way out. “Feel better?” he whispered, wriggling his eyebrows.

  “Much better. Thank you so much,” Matt said, sounding like he had just been granted three wishes.

  “It was just a kiss, Matt.”

  “I know but it was my first kiss.” Matt dropped his gaze to the ground.

  Even though it was dark, Damon could see that the boy was blushing. Part sympathy and partly his own need coaxed Damon to say, “Then I better give you your second.” He leaned in, kissing Matt again. Deeper and harder than before.

  Damon pulled Matt’s body into his, grinding their crotches together as he let his hands roam up and down Matt’s back, tracing his spine. The sweetness of the moment was surreal. They were sharing something special, giving each other life as they
sucked the breath from one another’s lungs. Finally, in need of air, Damon pulled back, giving Matt’s lip another soft nip.

  “Fuck, you’re such a good kisser,” Matt murmured.

  Damon laughed. “How would you know? I’m the best and worst you’ve ever had.”

  “Only the best,” Matt said, stroking Damon’s cheek.

  Damon’s cock jerked, his body seizing with horny intent. He let go of Matt and gripped hold of his cock’s feelings instead. “Take your clothes off.”

  “What if someone comes?” Matt asked, sounding skittish.

  “Then they see you naked. Now take your clothes off.”

  Matt dillydallied, not enthused by the idea. When Damon tapped his foot, Matt knew to get a move on. He took his shoes off, stripping out of all his clothes ‘till his pale skin was left exposed to the elements.

  Damon looked down at Matt’s crotch and saw that the guy’s cock was nowhere near hard. Semi maybe? Damon still struggled to comprehend the logic. How come he begs for shit like kisses, wants me to use him and isn’t hard straight away? It had been a fucking surprise the last time seeing Matt erect but Damon suspected that what made Matt’s dick tick was quite different to what made his own tick.

  “Come suck me off,” Damon ordered. He unzipped his fly, fetching his cock out.

  Matt subserviently knelt on the ground, grubbing his knees in the dirt. He didn’t seem scared to suck Damon’s moist tip, he opened his mouth and licked away the last beads of piss.

  Damon went hard in an instant. Matt was a fucking sucker in more ways than one. A kiss and sweet talk made the guy do fucking anything. Damon grabbed tufts of Matt’s black hair, rocking his face up and down, feeding him more of his horny cock. Fuck, I’m close already! Damon quickly yanked Matt’s mouth away, not wanting to be a one minute man.

  “Was I doing it wrong?” Matt asked, staring up at him.

  “No, you were fine,” Damon answered. “Stand up.”

  Matt rose to his feet, smirking. “Another kiss?”

  Damon shook his head, curling his lips into a deviant grin. He knew what he was about to do was stupid and wrong. But stupid and wrong is what his body craved. He grabbed Matt by the shoulders and flipped him around so he was facing the other way.