by Zane Menzy
Conversation flowed at a pitiful pace. It was strained and clinical, mostly general chit chat about exams and the weather. It appeared that the beating Damon had dished out had damaged more than Matt’s body, it had injured the connection they had previously shared.
As Matt was in the middle of a sentence about how his father would be back the next morning, Damon reached out and grabbed hold of Matt’s hand and kissed it.
Matt frowned at the odd gesture. “Why did you do that.”
“Because I wanted to be nice to you,” Damon said. “I know that you like being kissed.”
Matt let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I do.”
Damon shuffled along the couch to be closer to him. “I’m so sorry, Matt.”
“I know you are. You’ve said sorry already.”
“I know, but… I look at your bruises and I feel fucking awful. I just want to get rid of them. I can’t believe I did that.”
“They will go away, Damon. It’s not like they’ll be there forever.”
Damon raised his hand and ever so gently brushed his fingers over Matt’s bruised cheek. “Can I kiss it better?” he asked.
Matt paused. He wasn’t sure he wanted things to get weird again so soon.
Damon sensed Matt’s doubt. “I thought you liked me kissing you?”
“I did. But I wasn’t thinking straight. Literally.” Matt cast his eyes down to the floor. “I’m not gay, Damon.”
“I know, neither am I” Damon said. “Can I ask, though. Why did you do it? Let me have my way?”
“Because I liked you. I still like you. I wanted to be your friend and… I thought doing that stuff would make you happy.”
“It did,” Damon said.
“I could tell.”
“So you only did it to make me happy?”
“At first. Then that stuff started making me happy too. You made me feel like I was important to you and I wanted it to be more romantic.” Matt inhaled deeply. “So, maybe I am bi and you just opened my eyes to that side of myself.” He looked down at Damon’s feet, slowly tracing his gaze back to Damon’s face. “I mean no one can argue that you’re ridiculously good looking.
Damon grinned, nodding happily. “Awesome. So you are sort of into guys? And think I’m attractive?”
“Like I said. Maybe. And yes, Damon. I find you attractive.”
“Do I turn you on, baby?” Damon said, talking like Austin Powers.
Matt laughed at Damon’s terrible impression. “Under the right circumstances.”
“And what would those be?”
“Low self-esteem, desperate for mates and a few beers.”
Damon laughed out loud, slapping his knee. “Well, we can’t have those circumstances ever happen again because you aren’t allowed to have low self-esteem and you’re not desperate for mates anymore.”
“Says who?”
“Me. Your soon-to-be flatmate.”
“Say what?” Matt said, shaking his head.
“Well, Todd and I have had a parting of ways you could say.” Damon saw the look Matt gave him. “It’s a long story. Anyway, I was wondering how you would feel about getting a flat with me in the city next year. We’re both going to the same uni and I think you could do with having me around a bit more.”
“Could I now?”
“Yep, you need someone to teach you how to dress properly. I’m fucking worried you’ll revert back to black rags the moment I’m gone.” Damon gave him a sly wink.
“I would love to but I can’t, sorry.”
“And why not?” Damon shot back.
“I don’t have enough money for a bond. I’m flat fucking broke. And no! Before you ask. I don’t want my job back.”
“I wasn’t going to even offer it back, panty sniffer,” Damon teased. “I will pay for the bond. And before you start bitching about costs, it’s okay, I will make sure we get some old shit heap that’s within your budget and appeals to your Poverty Peak tastes.”
“Dick,” Matt giggled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” Damon wriggled his eyebrows. “So what do you say, Flatty Matty?”
“Okay then. Count me in.” Matt wasn’t sure if he should ask what he did next, but he threw caution to the wind and did anyway. “Will we just be flatmates?”
“What do you mean?” Damon asked.
Matt flicked his eyes towards Damon’s crotch.
“Yeah. Just flatmates. I don’t screw the crew,” Damon said.
“That’ feels so good to hear.”
“Shit, don’t sound too fucking happy that you don’t get to sleep with me.”
“No. Not that,” Matt said. “I’m happy because you said I am part of your crew.”
“You are, Matty. You’re in for life. I promise,” Damon said, rubbing Matt’s shoulder.
Matt smiled. A lifetime membership in Damon’s crew was like winning the lottery. The friendship lottery.
Damon touched his face again, stroking his bruised cheek with his fingers. “I will never do anything to hurt you again. I swear. If you need a drink, I’ll pour it. If you need a joint, I’ll roll it. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll grab the tissues. If one day you ever need someone to babysit the rugrats, then I’ll be the best fucking Uncle Damon there is.”
The cheesy words felt perfect for a soap opera but Matt loved hearing them. They were Damon’s words and only meant for Matt’s ears. He leant across and gave Damon a big hug, accepting the promise. “Thank you,” he breathed into Damon’s neck.
Damon wrapped his arms around Matt’s warm back, holding him in return, letting him know he was safe. “You still haven’t answered my question,” Damon whispered in Matt’s ear.
“What question is that?”
“Can I kiss it better?” Damon pulled his face back, searching Matt’s eyes for an answer.
“I can’t see why not,” Matt said.
Damon pressed his lips to Matt’s bruised cheek, gently kissing him. “Sorry,” he murmured. He kissed Matt on the cheek a second time and again said, “Sorry.” He kept pecking, delivering soft healing kisses on Matt’s face ‘till finally, he pressed his mouth to Matt’s, mashing their lips together. Damon groaned as he wrapped Matt’s tongue up with his own, pressing his manly fingers into Matt’s back. They fully embraced the moment—rolling into one.
Matt broke the kiss, sucking in air. “I didn’t think we were doing this anymore.”
“We’re not,” Damon said. “This times doesn’t count.” He lowered his face and began kissing the side of Matt’s neck.
Matt grinned, enjoying the feel of Damon’s tongue lick and nibble his skin. “And why is that?”
“Because it’s my birthday tomorrow if you didn’t know?” Damon went back to licking and kissing.
“Oh. Happy Birthday for tomorrow.”
“You’re invited to my party by the way,” Damon said, following it up with a Kiss. “I have a good friend who would like to do to you what I am doing now.” Kiss.
Matt lifted his chin up, giving Damon’s shifting tongue access to the front of his neck. “And who might that be?”
Kiss. “That is a surprise. But it’s someone I know you like…” Kiss, “Almost as much as you like me…” Kiss, “And her name rhymes with sexy.”
Matt twitched, a jolt of joy gripping his body. “You’re not shitting me?”
“No,” Damon mumbled, his mouth muffled from the kissing. “But first you have to give me my present.”
Matt shivered as Damon’s tongue licked across his Adam’s apple. “And wh-wh-what might that be?”
Kiss. “Making me happy…” Kiss “By letting me make you happy.” Damon retrieved his face now that Matt’s neck was slippery from all the kisses. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Matt’s shaggy hair. “Can I make you happy? Just one last time?”
Matt’s lips curled up, grinning.
Damon wriggled his eyebrows. “Does that mean I can unwrap my present?
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“Only if you let me have one last drink of the breakfast of champions,” Matt said.
“Of course. Anything you want, babe.” He reached down and peeled Matt’s shirt up. Unwrapping his present.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE:
Bring the Water
As soon as Matt’s shirt came off they made their way down to Matt’s bedroom where they ditched the rest of their clothes, creating a messy pile beside the bed. It didn’t feel anything like the other times. Matt felt more cared for.
Damon lay Matt down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable. He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at Matt’s naked body. His green eyes burned with a hunger to explore, free of any dubious desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” Damon said.
“Thank you,” Matt replied shyly.
Damon grabbed Matt’s feet, spreading his legs slowly apart. “Seriously, you are the only guy I think I could do this with.” He tickled the sole of Matt’s left foot with his finger, sending Matt into fits of giggles and jerking his foot away.
Damon clutched Matt’s ankle and told him, “Stop it. I’m making you happy remember.” He let go and bent down, kissing Matt on the shin. Damon gradually crawled onto the bed, sliding his tongue along Matt’s hairy leg all the way up to his hip. Damon started smiling, chuckling to himself.
“What’s so funny?” Matt asked.
“Your cock. It’s bloody massive,” Damon said. He hovered his face above Matt’s cock and blew gently over it. Matt’s dick jerked immediately from the feel of his lover’s warm breath.
Damon lifted his head back up and said, “Even if I wanted to be fucked—which I don’t—I can’t see how anyone could handle sitting on that thing.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to try?” Matt asked. He bucked his hips upwards. “I would love to try fucking you. It’s definitely something that would make me happy.”
“I wish I could do that for you. I really do, but I think that’s a bridge too far for me.” Damon looked almost disappointed. “I’m sorry.” He bent down and kissed the tip of Matt’s dick, sending it twitching wildly again.
“It’s okay. I understand,” Matt said. He sat up and placed his hands on Damon’s chest.
“You don’t mind?”
“Yes, it’s fine. Unlike you I don’t force people to do stuff they don’t like,” Matt said. He kissed Damon on the lips, letting him know he was joking. Sort of.
“Sorry about that. I’m such a prick,” Damon whispered.
“Yeah. But you’re my prick for tonight.”
“I’m your prick for life, Matty. I made you a promise.”
“So you do intend to screw the crew?” Matt said half-laughing. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Damon shook his head firmly. “No, dopey. I’m your friend for life is what I meant. But tonight,” Damon kissed Matt’s lips. “Tonight, I am yours a special way.”
Matt smiled. “That’s fine by me.” He put his hand behind Damon’s head and leant in to kiss him again, lashing each other with their tongues before Damon pulled back, biting Matt’s lip on his way out.
Damon pressed against Matt’s chest, guiding him to lay back down on the bed. Making sure he was comfortable.
Matt reached out, wrapping his fingers around Damon’s dick which stood at full attention already—hard and happy. He swivelled his finger around the tip, scooping up large dollops of Damon’s precum. Matt opened his mouth, feeding himself dribbling drops of the breakfast of champions.
Damon swung a leg over Matt’s body, straddling either side of Matt’s hips.
The pleasure Matt got from the weight of Damon’s arse weighing down on his balls was palpable. Damon promptly slouched forward, giving matt another kiss, sticking his tongue inside to share in the taste of his own cum.
Damon sat back up. “I don’t taste too bad,” he said cockily.
Matt grinned. “I know right. It’s a good thing you make so damn much of the stuff” He slipped his hand down, gathering more drops from Damon’s leaky cock. Matt retrieved his hand, bringing it up to Damon’s mouth and fed his lover two of his sticky fingers.
Damon sucked down hard on Matt’s finger’s, lashing them with his tongue ‘till they were cleaned of the cummy goo. Damon closed his eyes as he slurped his mouth up and down Matt’s digits like he was sucking a cock.
Matt found it strange to see Damon like this—fastened in a rare show of submissiveness.
Matt pressed his crotch up, rubbing his erection against Damon’s arse cheeks, wanting Damon to feel the extent of his horniness. Matt opened his mouth and said, “You should get down and do that to my cock.”
“All in good time, babe,” Damon said as he craned his neck down and rubbed the stubble on his chin against Matt’s shoulder.
Such prickling friction was what Matt had come to associate with sex and intimacy from being with another guy. Even just soft touches had a rough edge which he found alluring.
Damon placed his hand to the centre of Matt’s chest, raking his fingers through Matt’s stray chest hairs. “You’re gonna end up quite a hairy bugger one day. I can tell.”
“I better stop eating the crusts on my sandwiches then,” Matt said.
“Don’t you dare. I like it.” Damon dropped his face, licking his tongue through the dark hair. He began to suck and bite Matt’s skin, digging his teeth into Matt’s flesh with beastly force.
“Stop. You’ll leave marks if you keep doing that,” Matt said.
Damon looked up, grinning. “I intend to. It’s payback for what you did to my arse.” He returned to nibbling and sucking just below Matt’s collar bone, slowly working his way down yielding deep bite after deep bite, covering Matt’s chest and stomach with bright red teeth marks.
Matt lay back with his eyes closed, shuddering each time Damon’s teeth pinched down, ravishing him. When he felt Damon come to a stop just above his pubes, Matt lifted his head from the pillow and looked down with wide eyes. Holy fuck! He was shocked by the extent of the damage Damon had inflicted to his body. Numerous red and purple marks zig-zagged his torso. Stronger than the shock, though, was a feeling of pride. A comforting thrill to know his ravished torso bore the marks of such a beautiful being. Damon had branded him; claiming Matt as his own.
Fuck! What about Lexi, Matt suddenly thought. “Umm, what happens if tomorrow night Lexi and I do actually hit it off? I can hardly let her see me like this.”
“Trust me. It won’t matter. Just tell her who gave them to you and she will probably go straight for this instead.” Damon slapped Matt’s cock affectionately.
“Are you serious? She won’t freak out?”
Damon shook his head. “Lexi’s one of those cool chicks who finds two guys getting it on a turn on.”
“Oh…” Matt ran a hand over his tainted chest. “So you don’t mind if I tell her the truth?”
“I don’t mind if you tell her.” Damon gripped hold of Matt’s cock, squeezing it hard. “But only her. Nobody else.” He continued strangling Matt’s thick manhood. “What you and I do is between us. No one else. Our not-so-little secret.”
Matt was about to sit up, kiss Damon’s beautiful lips again but before he could, Damon’s mouth took him by surprise, floating down over Matt’s cock for the very first time.
Matt moaned loudly, his body shuddering from the feel of Damon’s wet lips sliding down his pole. His senses sharpened, his focus narrowing in on what was being done to his generous eight inches.
Matt gripped the bedsheet, gasping uncontrollably from the feel of Damon’s flicking tongue and jaw ramming down. Blood rushed to Matt’s head, it rushed to his cock. Everything was fucking rushing. His chest heaved up and down sporadically, reacting to Damon’s lathering mouth.
It all felt fucking sensational! Matt began to understand where Damon had been coming from when he had paid him to suck his dick that first time. Why Damon had been so bossy and ruthless with his quest to be sucked off.
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Matt thrashed his feet about, his cock dancing inside Damon’s mouth where it twitched dangerously close to the edge of relief. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried. “I’m close, Damon!”
Damon popped his mouth off Matt’s dick. “Then we better stop.” He slapped Matt’s thigh.
Matt slowly calmed his breathing, coming down from the dizzying heights of ecstasy Damon had flung him to. “Good idea,” he sighed.
“I can’t have you losing your lollies before I give you mine,” Damon said, tickling Matt’s balls playfully. “That’s if you want me to give you them?” His eyes, widened, asking for permission.
“You mean, fuck me?”
“Sorry. Forget I asked. This is about pleasing you. Not just me.” Damon smiled. “Did you want me to suck you some more?”
Matt sat up and stroked Damon’s face. “Don’t be silly. You can fuck me if you want.”
Damon’s face lit up. “Really? You don’t mind?”
“It’s not like you haven’t done it before,” Matt said, laughing. He rolled across to his bedside draw, grabbing out a condom and chucked it to Damon. “Just… go easy, okay?”
“I promise,” Damon said. “You’re a fucking legend, Matthew Andrews!” He immediately tore open the wrapper, slapping the condom over his throbbing cock.
“But there is one condition,” Matt said.
“And that is?” Damon whispered, a worried look creeping across his face.
“You have to spend the night with me. In the same bed. Not fuck off and leave after you’ve had your fun.”
Damon dropped his gaze down to the bedsheets. “I have fucked up dreams sometimes and can be a real fucking nuisance to sleep with.”
“You’ve told me. I think I can handle it… unless of course you just don’t want to stay over.”
“No, it’s not that,” Damon fired back quickly. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “Would it be okay if I have a glass of water beside the bed?”