by Zane Menzy
Matt laughed. “Of course, you can have a glass of water beside the bed.”
“A big glass, though, right? I don’t want to run out.”
“Damon. You can have as many glasses—big or small—as you like.” Matt smiled. “I’ll always bring the water.”
∞
Matt kept his side of the bargain and did bring the water. Two tall glasses of tap water for Damon to keep beside the bed. It turned out Damon didn’t need them. He wound up having the best sleep he had had in months—and the best dream of his life.
Damon had drifted to sleep and soon found himself sitting with Victoria like he did every night, but this time she didn’t get sad or scream for water. Instead, a happy smile spread across her lips, one that told Damon she was praising him for finding someone who would always bring the water.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR:
One Last Time
Matt let Damon inside him three times that night. The first time was slow and tender. Damon had placed Matt’s ankles on his shoulders and gently guided his cock inside at a caring pace.
Once Damon was inside, he had laid his chest against Matt’s so they could kiss while fucking. He had hardly moved his dick at all, just kept it wedged firmly inside as they locked their moaning mouths together. The closeness and emotion of the togetherness was more than enough to make Damon cum. He didn’t give warning about his impending load, he just kept kissing as his dick emptied inside Matt’s arse filling the condom to bursting point. He felt Matt’s lips curl into a smile, obviously aware of Damon’s climax.
“You just came didn’t you?” Matt had said.
“How do you know?”
“I felt it.” Matt kissed him. “Thank you.”
They lay cuddling, talking, swapping dreams before deciding for a second round. This time Matt was eager to be in charge. He made Damon lay on his back and sat on top, feeding his arsehole Damon’s wrapped-dick all the way in. Matt bounced up and down vigorously, riding Damon’s cock to its second orgasm.
All good things come in three, so Damon wasn’t surprised when Matt asked him for one last load. Matt lay down on his side and Damon snuggled in behind him wrapping Matt up in his arms.
Matt’s arse had become accustomed to Damon’s dick and it took every inch with greater ease as Damon pushed forward ‘till he couldn’t go any deeper. He hugged Matt protectively, kissing the back of his neck, all the while telling Matt how special he was.
Damon lowered his hands, jacking Matt’s beautifully thick cock, deriving pleasure from gifting Matt some to call his own. Each time he slammed his cock into Matt’s hole, Matt would moan for more, begging to be fed harder. Damon obliged, slamming his cock aggressively while strangling Matt’s dick in his hand.
Finally, Matt had cried out a vulnerable sigh as his cock jerked in Damon’s hand, shooting messy streams of semen through the bedsheets, dripping all through Damon’s fingers.
The sound of Matt peaking was too much to handle, Damon felt his dick spark, spurting a smaller load deep inside Matt’s arse.
Together they huffed, exhausted from the triple dip. They were fully spent, and sleep could no longer be ignored. Matt kissed Damon’s arm, thanking him like he always did. Damon returned the compliment and nuzzled into Matt’s neck, giving him a light peck.
They fell asleep just how they had cummed; Damon’s dick still buried inside and his arm draped over Matt’s side.
Damon didn’t have a clue what the time was when he woke up. The sun outside burned against the curtain-pulled windows, heating the room to toasty levels. His dick felt limp and wet, tucked gently against Matt’s entrance. He kissed Matt’s shoulder, knowing it was probably the last time he ever would. Because the moment they left this bed and got changed, this chapter between them would close. No more exploring, no more curiosity, no more fucking. Just mates. After all, it was for the best, Damon told himself.
Matt may consider himself bisexual but Damon wasn’t prepared to accept that shade of sexuality. He couldn’t be what Matt would need to make something crazy like this work, he could never take what Matt wanted to give.
Damon had no intention of putting himself in a box he wasn’t even sure he belonged in; a box that once you were in you were never judged the same.
Matt startled Damon with a loud yawn, stretching his arms. Damon rolled to the side giving Matt some room. “Morning you,” Damon said.
Matt rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes. “Morning,” he said in a groggy voice. “What time is it?”
“Not a clue, sorry.”
“I don’t know about you but I still feel buggered,” Matt said, yawning again.
Damon laughed. “You don’t say.”
“Tired. I mean tired,” Matt corrected himself. He lifted up the blanket and looked down at his chest riddled with love bites. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You sure have some seriously sharp teeth.”
“Yeah. I think I may have gone a bit overboard.”
“Just a tad.” Matt laughed and dropped the blanket back down.
THUD!
Damon flinched. “What the fuck was that?”
Matt’s mouth dropped open, he looked like he was going to be sick. “It’s my father. It must be after 12. Fuck!”
Before Damon could even contemplate jumping out of the bed, footsteps came plonking down the hall. He buried his head under the covers and prayed he was invisible. The next thing he heard was the bedroom door swinging open.
“Can you knock,” Matt said grumpily.
“Sorry, Matty,” said Matt’s father. There was a slight pause. “Oh… I didn’t know you had company.”
“Yeah. Can we have some privacy please,” Matt’s voice pleaded.
Damon stay hidden, wishing the man would leave already.
Matt’s father wasn’t ready to budge just yet. “Sorry, Matt’s girlfriend. I had no idea he even had one.” He coughed. “I’m sure you’re very pretty even though I can’t see you. But you must have good taste to go for my boy.”
“Dad! Piss off already would you,” Matt snapped.
Damon could hear the door begin to close, but before his heart could stop racing a million miles an hour his stomach dropped to the floor when he heard Matt’s father say, “Your girlfriend has some big fucking feet because I know those expensive shoes don’t belong to you, son.”
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Damon screamed to himself. It only got worse when he heard Matt’s father say, “I’m gonna take a wild guess that your girlfriend has a cock.”
Matt sighed loudly. “Fuck sake, Dad.” He tapped Damon’s shoulder. “You may as well come out.”
The words come out had an almost humorous double meaning but Damon wasn’t laughing. He took a deep breath and lowered the blanket, showing his face.
Matt’s chubby father stood there with a shocked expression. “Aren’t you Jenna’s boy?”
Damon blushed, nodding. “Yep. I’m Damon, Mr Andrews.”
Mr Andrews stared at Matt who sat there shaking his head. “Now, I had hoped you’d get up to no good while I was away but I was just expecting it to be with the fairer sex… no offence, Damon.”
“None taken, Mr Andrews,” Damon said.
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t just barge into my room unannounced,” Matt said snottily.
“Would you like a beer, Damon? Judging by the way you boys are laying it looks like you did all the hard work and could do with a drink.” Mr Andrews chuckled. “His mother was just the same. Lay there like a bloody log.”
Matt laughed, shaking his head. “Fuck you’re embarrassing.”
“No, thank you, Mr Andrews,” Damon said, trying not to laugh.
“Call me, Glen. If my boy likes you enough to let you lift his shirt, then we should be on first name basis.”
Matt covered his face and groaned. “Dad, can you fuck off now, please?”
“Sorry, son. I’ll leave you lads to it.” Mr Andrews smiled, shaking his head at the sight of his son in bed with Damon. “You must t
ake after your mother more than I thought.”
Damon laughed. Beginning to feel comfortable despite the awkward situation.
Mr Andrews left the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked away he hollered, “Beers in the fridge if you want any.”
Damon looked at Matt whose face was crimson in shame. “Your dad seems pretty cool. I don’t think my dad would have handled the situation with such… finesse.” He grinned, nudging Matt with his elbow.
“Pretty fucking embarrassing I think you mean.” Matt rolled his eyes and smiled. “And yeah, he’s cool too.”
“Shall we get our clothes on and go join him for a beer, driftwood?” Damon asked, wagging his eyebrows.
Matt choked on a laugh. “I didn’t lay there like driftwood, dick.” His forehead crinkled with a frown. “Did I?”
Damon leant forward and pressed their foreheads together. “The only thing driftwood about last night was us using it to start a fire. Trust me, babe. You were amazing.” He finished his truth off with a heart-soaked kiss. One last time.
EPILOGUE:
Heaven’s Door
MARCH 1998 — AUCKLAND CITY
Matt sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the next person to arrive to view the spare bedroom. So far, there had been pretty dull applicants to choose from. A couple rugby jocks, a shy English language student and a man in his forties who claimed to be “reliving his youth.”
“Fuck, man. The next one better be decent,” Damon complained. He stood at the kitchen sink looking out the tiny window. “I don’t know why we can’t just go with my plan and not have a third flatmate.”
Matt sighed. “I’ve told you. I’m not letting you pay two-thirds of the rent. It’s not fair.”
“What’s the problem. It’s not like I can’t afford it?”
“I don’t want to feel like I’m not paying my share. And you know I can’t afford to keep paying while there’s only two of us.”
“And I have told you, I don’t mind, Matty. Get down off your high horse and stop being so fucking moral.”
Matt laughed. “Sorry for not wanting to rip you off.”
Damon went and sat across from Matt at the table. “Don’t be a dick. Just let me cover the rest. It’s what friends are for, Matt. They help each other out. Besides, I would quite like to bleed the old man dry a bit more.” Damon smirked. “Since Jenna left him he’s been quite fucking generous. It’s like he thinks she will go back if she finds out how much he’s helping me.”
“It’s like they say. You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone?” Matt said. “How is Jenna doing?”
“Great. She loves being back up north, closer to the family. She said on the phone last night that she might start studying through correspondence.” Damon nodded. “I’m glad she’s doing what she wants.”
Matt thought about how much the sentiment applied to his own family. His father had begun dating one of the barmaids from the Port Jackson Tavern. A woman called, Kelly. His dad had taken great delight in telling Matt how great Kelly was in bed and most definitely not “driftwood.”
Aside from cringing from the overload of personal information, Matt had been pleased to hear his father moving on.
His mother was still with Stephanie—still madly in love. The pair lived only a ten-minute drive from Matt and Damon’s new flat and had surprised them by turning up the previous weekend with two bottles of wine and staying for a barbeque.
Matt still struggled to see that this pink-haired, happy woman was the same person who had raised him, but Matt was proud of her and so grateful that they were becoming closer.
“So can we drop this bloody hunt for a flatmate and just be us two?” Damon resorted to pulling an adorable look on his face. “Pleeease?”
Matt sighed, giving in. “Okay. If the next person isn’t up to your impossible standards, then we can stop looking.”
“Awesome. I’m glad I could talk some sense into you, buddy.” He stood up, grinning, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Right. I’m just gonna go take a slash.”
“Cheers for sharing.”
“I’m a giving sort of fella, you know that.” Damon walked out of the room, blissfully unaware of the awkwardness his comment left behind.
Matt stared around the old kitchen, admiring his new abode. The house was run down to buggery. A faded Victorian villa with chipped white paint. It hadn’t seen a lick of love for decades. The other homes on the street were in much better condition, but Matt didn’t care. This place was perfect for him and Damon.
It had three huge bedrooms and a large lounge that was ideal for students. The backyard was small but had more than enough room to cater for messy parties where numbers would overflow outdoors.
They had only been in the place a month but already had hosted several gatherings of other first year students.
Damon’s popularity had transcended high school, following him on to university and he was more than happy to let Matt have a slice of the social pie.
People gravitated towards Damon, like moths to a flame. Matt knew why. He had been one of the many to fall under his charming spell. Unlike most, though, Matt could claim to have a real friendship with Damon, not some mere cling-on. They were mates. Possibly best mates thanks to the changing social tides in their lives.
With Jason gone all Matt had was Damon; his life saver. Matt had come to learn that Damon did not have loads of close friends, just tonnes of associates. This made Matt feel even more honoured to be Damon’s pal, one of the trusted few.
Damon had lost Todd—for reasons he still had never shared—and Lexi had moved away to Dunedin to attend medical school, leaving Matt his closest confidante.
Lexi Prebble. The name still brought a smile to Matt’s lips. It always would. She had been his crush for years and over the past summer he had become very close to her, but not relationship close.
They had fooled around, had their “fun” but with both going to live on different islands they decided not to pursue anything serious. The night before Lexi left, she had turned up at Matt’s house, inviting him to go for a drive.
Lexi drove them along the lonely coastal roads north of Port Jackson, exploring the moonlit coastline. Lexi talked about how much she would miss her home. The beauty of the land, the pretty town and the people who lived there.
After two hours of aimless driving, Lexi had parked up in a quiet carpark by an abandoned beachfront. Matt’s cock told him to follow when she encouraged him down to the sand where they lay down looking up at the milky way and its vast array of stars.
This night, instead of the usual horny-handed groping, Lexi let him go all the way, stripping Matt of his clothes and virginity.
Matt knew that wasn’t technically correct—considering Damon had already done that from him—but he had decided to rewrite history and give Lexi the honour of owning his innocence. It just made things easier.
If anyone were to ever ask about his first time, he could answer with staunch heterosexual pride, “I lost it to the sexiest chick I know. We fucked on the beach underneath the stars and it was fucking perfect!”
There was no point in dwelling on his real first. As soon as their clothes had been put on their bodies, following the night Damon had fucked and unloaded in Matt three times, neither of them mentioned their shared secret. It was like they both knew not to bring it up. It would only make things weird and why bother? The friendship they had was too special to ruin by bringing up past sins.
It had been hard at first. Very fucking hard not to say anything to Damon about what had happened between them. Not asking if the handsome stud would consider doing it just one more time. But as the days of summer passed, and his life bloomed with prospects, Matt became less concerned about exploring whatever it was they had left behind in the bedroom of his boyhood home. He was looking forward, not back.
If Damon had even the slightest curiosity about their secret, he hid it well. He never seemed awkward or uncomfortable around Matt.
He walked through their new house naked after showers, unfazed by Matt’s presence.
One night Damon even barged naked into Matt’s bedroom, asking if he had any spare condoms he could use for a girl he’d picked up in town. Matt had laughed at Damon’s frantic state, shook his head and said: “No, sorry.”
In response, Damon had thrown his arms in the air and crassly said, “tongue and fingers it is then,” and stormed out.
After just one month of living together, Matt decided that Damon’s bedroom should have a revolving door installed. Damon had embraced his singledom, going through the girls like water, never failing to bring someone home from town.
Matt, on the other hand, was more reserved with the ladies, cautious to adopt such a carnal appetite as Damon possessed. He knew first-hand the damage using someone for sex could do— even if both parties were willing.
Ring, ring. The phone blared loudly through the old house. “I’ll grab it,” Matt yelled as he raced along the wooden floorboards of the hallway. He leapt over an empty beer crate and crashed into the wall beside the phone. The first noise he heard coming down the line worried him. Pained breaths, almost like sobbing.
“Matty, it’s me,” said Jason. “I know I was meant to call you back last night, but I found out some terrible news.”
Matt’s stomach dropped. He leant against the wall, bracing himself for the worst. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s left, Matty. Gone just absolutely disappeared.”
“Who? Your sister? Your mum?” Matt asked.
Jason took a deep breath. “No, Matty. Much worse.”
“What’s happened, Jason?” Matt whispered.
“It’s Ginger… she’s left the spice girls.”
“You fucking egg. You really had me worried,” Matt said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Ohhh, that was funny,” Jason laughed down the phone. “But seriously, it is kind of upsetting.”
“Piss off. It’s fucking great news. Maybe now the world can stop being inflicted with audio misery.”