by Zane Menzy
Matt nodded. Almost forgetting that this brother was Todd.
“I told you he was butch. Will likes hunting, fishing and rugby... I think?” Jason rolled his eyes.
Will laughed. “Yeah, but not half as much as I like you.” He started to tickle Jason’s sides, dragging him in for a cuddle.
Matt stood there spellbound by their open affection. A pang of jealousy attacked him when the couple kissed each other right in front of him. “Right, I’ll go get this water.” Matt walked to the kitchen, pleased for Jason to be with a guy so obviously into him. When Matt came back he handed Jason his water and took a seat across from the happy couple still cuddling.
“Sorry for the PDA,” Will said. “But I can’t seem to keep my hands off of this one.”
Jason winked at Matt. “Can you blame him, though?”
It was crazy to think that a guy so nice and friendly came from the same stock as Todd Jenkins. Will stayed another five minutes, telling Matt about his impending move to Sydney and how much he wished he could sneak Jason across in his suitcase. It was nauseatingly cute and completely adorable. The type of relationship Matt had always wanted with a girl like Lexi. That was, of course, before Damon had entered the picture. Could I ever have this with Damon?
Before Matt could answer that question, Will stood up and bid him farewell, saying something along the lines of how he looked forward to hanging out again some time.
Jason followed his boyfriend to the door, giving Will one last smooch before coming back to the lounge, sitting down and looking at Matt with excited eyes. “So, what do you think?”
“He’s really nice, Jason. You’re very lucky.”
“He is really nice, isn’t he?” Jason said, nodding.
“Sure is.”
“He’s started dropping hints about how I should move over with him.” Jason wiggled his fingers excitedly.
Matt’s stomach dropped. “You wouldn’t go, would you?”
“I don’t know,” Jason said, his face lost its happy buzz. “Unless he actually comes out and asks me, then there really isn’t much point in even thinking about it.”
“That’s probably the best way of looking at it.” Matt was glad to hear Jason drop the silly idea from his head. Matt’s best friend couldn’t just up and leave. That would be ridiculous and grossly unfair.
“Anyway, did you go talk to Damon about not telling Todd?”
Matt nodded. “I did.”
“And?” Jason leaned forward, impatient for an answer. “What did he say?”
“He won’t say anything. Neither will Lexi.”
Jason crossed his chest. “Thank the lord.”
Matt laughed at Jason’s camp antics. “Don’t be going all kooky religious on me.”
“Don’t be mocking big J’s father, Matty. There’s nothing wrong with God. You might want to try talking to him yourself once in a while.”
“I am not so sure he will be keen on talking back to someone who lists Antichrist Superstar as one of their favourite albums.”
“He’s forgiven worse things that shit taste in music, so I think you’ll be fine,” Jason said.
Matt choked on a laugh, he picked the cushion up behind his seat and hurled it across the room playfully. “Dork,” he muttered as Jason whacked the torpedoed cushion away with his hand.
“Okay, next question. Did you and Damon get up to any hanky panky when you went to see him.” Jason arched his eyebrows, keen to hear some hot gossip. He patted the couch, urging Matt to come sit beside him.
Matt got up from the chair and walked over, joining Jason on the couch. “You could say that.” He gave Jason a smug smile.
“Well tell me, Professor Plum. This isn’t a fucking game of Cluedo,” Jason sighed. “Oh, wait. Maybe it is. Matthew Andrews was found fucked in the library, the sex weapon was a giant dildo and the culprit was Damon Mustard!”
Matt punched Jason’s knee. “No, poofter.”
“You can’t call me that,” Jason giggled.
“I’m allowed now, aren’t I?” Matt said seriously.
“Excuse me?” Jason shook his head.
“I’m part of the gang now.”
“And what gang would you be referring to, Matty Pie?”
“The Pink Drinks gang. The Nancy brigade,” Matt nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. “Yep. I’m allowed to use all the same words now… girl.”
Jason snorted. “Just, no. No, Matty. It doesn’t suit you.” He shook his head, laughing. “And just because you play hide the sausage a couple times, does not qualify you for a lifetime membership.”
Matt finally gave in to his laughter.
“So? What did you and Damon do?” Jason slapped Matt’s arm, wanting him to hurry up and spill.
Matt darted his eyes away, grinning. “Well, we kissed.”
“Boring!” Jason said like a blowhorn. “That’s not—”
“And I let him fuck me again,” Matt interrupted. He lowered his voice, “But this time he came inside me.”
Jason’s face froze. “He fucked you without a condom?”
“Yep.” Matt nodded, proud of himself. “He was a bit rough. Well, super fucking rough, but it was bloody hot. I could feel how into it he was. Like, into me. He must have blown gallons of the stuff.” Matt laughed. “I felt like a milk bottle on legs the rest of the night.”
Jason leaned forward. “Come closer, I think you have a little something on your shirt.”
Matt looked down on his chest, looking for a stain, while he was distracted, Jason slapped his face. “Ough!” Matt cried. “Why’d ya do that, dick?”
“Because you’re a fucking idiot and your mother isn’t here to slap any sense into you.”
“What are you on about?” Matt whined, rubbing his sore cheek.
Jason looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head. “You don’t let just any guy fuck you bareback, Matty. That’s fucking stupid. There’s these things called condoms. You should try using them.”
“Damon’s not just anyone.” Matt kept rubbing his cheek. “That fucking hurt. You sure can pack a lot of weight into that limp wrist of yours.”
Jason raised his hand, jokingly. “I can slap you again if you like, slut.”
“I’m not a slut.”
“You may not be, but Damon bloody is.”
“Damon’s not a slut,” Matt protested.
“Oh, gee. Let me think. He fucks you bareback while he is dating someone else. I think he classifies.”
“Me and him have a connection. It’s different.” Matt stopped rubbing his cheek, giving Jason a thoughtful look. “He wouldn’t cum inside me if we weren’t…serious.”
Jason sighed dramatically. “You might be pretty, Matty, but you sure can be dumb.”
“So, your telling me you’ve never done it without condoms with someone who isn’t Will.”
Jason opened his mouth, stopping his tongue from spitting angry words. He nibbled on his lip then replied. “A wise man learns from his mistakes. A wiser man learns from the mistakes of others.”
“Don’t give me that rubbish! You have done it before. So, don’t go lecturing me on what I can and cannot do,” Matt said. “And considering you just called me dumb, I can hardly be expected to be a wiser man.” Matt folded his arms, slinking against the back of the couch.
“I’m sorry, okay. Calm your tits.” Jason softened his stony glare. “Just, be careful is all I’m saying.”
“Whatever,” Matt muttered.
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Jason reached into his bag and grabbed out a small box he placed on the couch. “Here, you can have these ones.”
Matt saw it was a box of condoms. He rolled his eyes and looked away.
“Don’t be a dork, Matt. I have plenty at home, so you can have those ones.” Jason grabbed Matt’s hand and placed the box in his palm.
Matt nodded. “Thanks.” He placed the condoms on the floor by his feet.
“Now tell Aunty Jason all about it.”
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“But you don’t want to know about my fucking stupid behaviour,” Matt said sarcastically.
“Matty, I did the best friend duty and slapped some sense into you. Now I want to hear all the dirty details, so quit sulking and tell me about your night, you filthy bitch.” Jason batted his eyelids, playing cutesy.
“Since you put it so nicely,” Matt began smiling, his foul mood passing. He shifted to his side, facing Jason. “For starters, I didn’t know anyone could fuck so hard.” Matt’s mouth gaped open, showing his true shock from his night of passion. “And wow… he is like the best kisser in the world!”
“He looks like he’d be a good kisser,” Jason said, enthused.
Matt prattled on, filling his best friend in on every dirty detail. Jason smiled and nodded, lapping it all up with eager ears.
Talking so openly didn’t only make Matt feel closer with Jason, it made him feel closer to Damon, too. But then, this was to be expected, Matt thought. After all, thanks to last night’s lovemaking, they were a part of each other.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE:
A Look of Warning
Monday morning presented the dawn of a new age to Damon. Zoe was back and this meant that whatever the fuck had happened in the past week, ceased to exist. It was now irrelevant like it never even happened. Damon knew, that was the only way forward.
What had started as some sort of innocent fun had morphed into a bubbling mess of shit. Okay, maybe it was never innocent but Damon had never expected Matt to become so fucking clingy, wanting kisses and comfort.
The guy was enamoured and as much as Damon adored being adored, he wasn’t prepared for the burden of neediness that seemed to come with it.
Matt was prepared to give anything Damon wanted, but in return Damon had to utter magic words of wanting in return. This curiosity was beginning to come with consequences and not ones Damon was willing to endure.
Zoe had arrived back in the country yesterday evening. Damon had wanted to go around to her house immediately, but it was already after ten o’clock at night when she called, and now any chance of a proper catch up, would have to wait until the morning where they would see each other at school.
It must have been the first time in his life that Damon raced to school early. As promised, Zoe sat in the common room, waiting for him. She was dressed in tiny denim shorts and a white top with frayed tassels hanging from its bottom. She looked even better than when she had left—if that was possible. Her skin hummed a bronze glow, her tan deepened from her week in the Bali sun.
Damon released a huge grin and went straight over to her seat, leaning in and kissing her soft lips. He pressed forward, reaching for her sides, hungry for more. Other students sitting nearby began nudging one another’s elbows, pointing at the blatantly horny spectacle.
Zoe pushed him back, giggling. “Settle down, Damon.” She looked around at the other students laughing at their sloppy kiss. “Shows over,” Zoe snapped at two girls sitting closest to her. She looked up at Damon who leered back, arching his eyebrows. “Shall we go to class?” she asked him.
Damon nodded, put a hand out to help her from her seat. Zoe gripped his fingers and together they escaped the room full of jealous eyes. “You look so fricking good,” he said in a low growl.
“Thank you. I knew you’d be excited to see me, I just didn’t realise you would be…” She looked at his eyes still eating her up as they walked through the school courtyard. “So frisky.” She wrapped her hands around his strong arm and nuzzled into his shoulder.
Damon kissed the top of her head. “Am I not allowed to miss my girlfriend?”
“Oh, you most definitely are allowed to miss me. In fact, I would say that is a requirement.” She patted his firm stomach. “I missed you too.”
Just as they were about to make their way into the hallways of the humanities block, Damon felt the burn of someone’s gaze digging into his back. He held the door open for Zoe and turned around to see who the dagger-like-eyes belonged to.
At the other side of the quad stood Matt. The boy clutched his school bag, staring back with his mouth dropped open in surprise. Damon patted Zoe on the bum as she passed in front of him. He artfully threw Matt a look of warning, one that told his clingy fan to stay the hell away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO:
Secret Pieces
Seeing Damon with Zoe had hurt more than Matt thought it would. Why did he have to touch her like that in front of me? Matt asked himself. It seemed a cruel gesture.
Surely, it wasn’t intentional though. Damon Harris wasn’t like that. No, he was a good person, not some cruel bastard who would hurt Matt’s feelings for the sake of it.
For the rest of the morning, Matt found himself looking out for any sign of Damon between classes. He struggled to stay focused in his lessons, his mind wandering to Damon’s hand groping Zoe Benton’s behind.
When the bell for lunch finally blared, Matt skulked away to the back of the rugby field to sit amongst the other smokers. He fished out his sad looking lunch box and feasted on a soggy apple and a muesli bar. He swiftly followed his light meal with a cigarette, calming his Damon withdrawals. The nicotine rush didn’t seem to work, he still pined for a peak at Damon.
After his smoke, Matt decided to be brave and leave the safety of the grassy field. For once, he would venture into the senior’s common room. A place he avoided like the plague under usual circumstances.
He knew better than to approach Damon if Zoe was with him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t just look at him; silently admire the beautiful guy he had gifted his virginity to.
The rare occasions that Matt had come inside the common room had given him enough of an idea to know where Damon would be sitting.
The common room was like the old days of travelling on a school bus, a rigid well-followed hierarchy stemming from the cool kids on the back seat, filtering down to the loners and nerds at the front.
The common room worked in reverse fashion; the most popular students crowded the comfortable seats and couches at the front, hogging the air with the loudest conversation and controlling what music was played on the stereo. The clothes and personalities got less flashy the closer you got to the back of the room and sitting right by the backdoor sat the uncool—a handful of students who went unnoticed and unheard by their rowdier peers. This is where Matt would sit, this wold be the only place he felt safe.
Despite the success of being so embraced at the party over the weekend Matt still didn’t feel like he belonged in here.
Matt thought ahead, walking around the rear of the building to enter discretely through its back door. He snuck in quietly and sat down on a huckery old chair placed against the wall. Puff Daddy’s I’ll be missing you filtered through the stereo speakers, grating Matt’s ears. He fucking loathed that song but someone in the snob squad obviously deemed it listenable.
Matt placed his schoolbag between his legs, he unzipped a side compartment, pretending to be busy looking for something. In between the pointless scouring of the bottom of his bag, Matt snuck glances to the front of the room, seeking Damon out.
Through the mess of limbs, hogging the front of the room, Matt spotted the delightful Lexi, her pretty smile fully flexing as she laughed along at some story being told by a girl sitting next to her. Matt let his eyes soak up her beauty a while longer before finally letting go and continued searching for Damon.
Before he could finish examining the row of seats some inconsiderate twat stood up, blocking Matt’s view.
Sit back down, moron! When Matt realised who it was, he felt glad for considering the person a moron. It was Todd. The blond boofhead was belting out a story loud enough for the whole room to hear. Some tale about his weekend and fishing with his older brother. Well, before your brother went baiting hooks with you, he was at my house kissing his BOYFRIEND! Matt smiled to himself, feeling privy to information Todd didn’t know.
Once Todd finally sat his dippy arse back down, Matt saw Damon in the cor
ner, his tongue stuffed inside Zoe’s mouth. Matt’s stomach dropped, he felt dizzy. No longer was Matt the last person to be on Damon’s taste buds. He was being replaced—and thoroughly—by Zoe’s slippery mouth. Zoe’s hand was clutching Damon’s thigh, as the friends around them ignored the heated makeout session.
Matt found himself staring at the crotch of Damon’s jeans, looking for any sign of an erection. The fold of the material, however, camouflaged any state of arousal. Matt kept staring, looking at Damon’s most private of areas, the same patch of body Matt’s mouth had gotten to know so well.
If only Zoe knew, that under those jeans, lay a cock that had been deep inside a boy who only sat ten metres away from her. You wouldn’t have your hands all over him then, would you! Matt immediately felt bad for the nasty thought.
Damon pulled his face back from Zoe’s, smiling at her like she was a goddess. An invisible knife sliced through Matt’s feelings. He never looks at me like that. Suddenly, Damon turned his way, locking eyes with the dumbstruck Matt. A crude grin crawled across Damon’s lips; he pulled Zoe’s face back to his, kissing her passionately while keeping an eye open, stabbing it Matt’s way.
Damon’s hands roamed Zoe’s back with firm and possessive rubs. The hairs on Matt’s neck began to prickle, his hands becoming clammy. He couldn’t tell if this was Damon’s way of flirting or what. Either way, Matt didn’t like it.
He zipped his bag up and got to his feet, rushing out the backdoor to give his lungs fresh air. There was no way he was going to stay sitting inside that toxic theatre. Motherfucker! How fucking dare you. Matt clenched his fists, arms swinging as he stormed away from the common room, vowing to not give Damon the satisfaction of upsetting him. But it was too late. He was already upset.
Excuses started flowing through Matt’s mind, maybe he thought I’d enjoy watching him? He knew they were pathetic attempts at pardoning a love rat. But he couldn’t help it. In a short space of time, Matt had become attached to the brilliant Damon. And maybe brilliant people could be excused for their not-so-brilliant behaviour?