by Ryan Taylor
Matt took my hand and led us farther inside. “Wow! A miniature Buckingham Palace.” His enthusiastic grin was stunning. “It’s just waiting for the Queen and her dukes to have lunch.”
At the far side of the room, we came to a stop beside a tastefully set table, complete with an enormous flower arrangement in the center. There was gold-rimmed china, and the crystal reflected the gentle glow from the chandeliers. I couldn’t resist giving one of the wineglasses a flick with a fingernail, and the note came back clear and true. “Yep, it’s the real stuff.”
The soft light brought out the red overtones in Matt’s hair, and his skin was luminescent. He grinned at me, shy and beautiful. “This room is fit for a prince like you,” he said.
The music from the orchestra wafted down the hallway, soft but clear, and I couldn’t help myself. “May I have this dance, Mr. Kennington?”
We waltzed like we really were at Buckingham Palace. My stomach fluttered as I gazed into his eyes, and the room around us was a blur as we turned gently to the music. When the orchestra changed pieces, we stopped dancing, totally lost in each other. In the magic of the moment, I moved in for a kiss, and he inclined his head toward me. As soon as I felt the sweet wisp of his breath—a second before our lips would have met—he drew his head back. “Do you know what part of a kiss I like the most?”
I shook my head, suddenly disoriented. “No, what part is that?”
“The very beginning. You know, your eyes close, your heart races, a warm zephyr caresses your face.” He cocked his head and moved toward me again, ever so slightly. “Your stomach does a flip, your skin tingles as he pulls you in….”
His smell, rich cologne peppered with a tiny bit of his sweet musk, drew me toward him. The skin of my throat prickled as he brushed it with his fingertips, and I was completely under his spell.
He smiled and whispered, “The lips are so close.” His thumb gently grazed my lip, and I purred softly as he put a hand behind my neck. I chanced another fraction of an inch toward him, and his breath tickled my mouth. “You want it so much it hurts. It’s about to happen, you can just feel it….”
A heartbeat later, our lips met. I tightened my hold on him, and for the briefest of moments, the kiss was chaste, tiny nibbles of pleasure as we melted into each other. For a minute or two—or who knows, it could have been an hour—we grasped onto each other as our tongues moved together. I slid my hands to his butt and pulled him into me as he made love to my mouth.
When the kiss eventually faded, I had that sensation you get when you’re waking up from the best nap you’ve ever taken—a little foggy, but incredibly focused. That was the moment I knew, without a shadow of a doubt. I love you, Matt Kennington.
Matthew
Blown away. No. Dumbfounded. No again. Gobsmacked. Maybe. A line from Romeo and Juliet kept running through my head. “Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night.”
I barely saw the grand embassies go by as we drove up Massachusetts Avenue. We’d been mostly silent since we left the party, both of us lost in reverie because of what happened in that courtly room. My feelings were amazingly clear, but I needed to know what he was thinking.
The statue of Churchill outside the British Embassy brought me back to earth, somehow grounding in reality what had happened in our private Buckingham Palace. I turned toward Aaron, and since I didn’t know how he’d react if I quoted Shakespeare, I opted for humor. “I feel like I just had the best sex of my life, but nobody came.”
He blinked a couple of times before he started snickering. It was contagious, and we chuckled until he stopped at the light before turning onto Wisconsin. “How do you know I didn’t come?”
“You’d have needed to stop by the restroom to clean up.”
He made the turn, and the flash of headlights from oncoming traffic highlighted the regal cheekbones that presided over his deeply handsome face. “Maybe I like going around with loaded pants.”
I reached over and put my hand squarely on his crotch. “Mm-hmm,” I said, as his cock twitched under my palm. “Just as I thought, dry as a bone.”
“Well….” We were stopped at another light, and he arched his eyebrows. “You’re going to get a bone in about ten minutes.”
Leaning over the console, I planted a kiss in the middle of his cheek. “Might have to see who gets a bone.” A sudden glint in his eye made me realize that was an idea that needed further exploration. The pale light from the street was enough for me to see the ruby color that washed over his cheeks, and the quickly hardening cock under my hand was definitely not my imagination.
“My place,” he whispered, “it’s closer.”
As soon as the door to Aaron’s apartment shut behind us, he drew me in for another hot kiss, and then led me into the kitchen.
“Drink?” He bent over and stuck his head into the fridge, giving me a great view of his ass. “I got water, OJ, Blue Moon, and—” He broke into a wild laugh, twisting his head to look back at me. “And, in honor of Suzanne, Flying Dog Brewery’s Raging Bitch IPA.”
I rolled my eyes and joined his crazy guffaw. “Think I had enough raging bitch yesterday,” I finally managed to say. “Water’s good.”
He stood up with two bottles, handed one to me, and chugged his.
“Thirsty?” I asked, with a little smirk.
“Hungry,” he said, licking his lips and undressing me with his eyes.
“Aaron?” I needed to talk to him.
His voice was barely more than a growl. “Ready for bed?”
Aaron
My head was a jumble of thoughts. Since that kiss back at the Mayflower, I’d had a lump in my throat that rivaled the one in my pants. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, I couldn’t take a deep breath, and my insides vibrated like I was connected to a low electrical current.
Matt was flushed and a little shaky but practical as always. “I need to brush my teeth. Did you throw away the toothbrush I used this morning?”
“Still in the glass next to mine, where I want it to stay.” Too much? He might’ve looked a little weird when you said that.
We went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth, and I caught him in a hug as soon as we rinsed. Our kisses were greedy, our hands were everywhere, and soon, our clothes were all over the bathroom floor.
Matthew
Aaron held me tight while he backed me across the room toward the bed. His tongue was in my mouth and I reached between us to squeeze his cock, which made him moan and push his tongue deeper. In no time, the bed was against the back of my legs.
“Need you now,” he grunted, his deep voice resonating in the sparsely furnished room. “Can’t wait.”
“Aaron?” I was so short of breath that I had to force out the word. I needed to say something, because this time, I might not survive having my heart destroyed.
Very focused, he put his hands against my chest and pushed. I went down backward onto the bed, and he jumped on top of me.
“Aaron!”
His mouth took mine again, and I shoved hard to get him off me. He was a big guy, so that was no easy feat. I managed to get my mouth free and yelled, “Aaron!”
He pushed up on his elbows, widening his eyes. “What?”
I reached up to caress his chin. “I want this… want you…. But….”
He furrowed his brows. “Matt…? But what?”
Raising my head off the mattress, I kissed him. If things ended here, I needed one more kiss. “You’re an incredible man,” I said, when I pulled my lips away.
He shifted on top of me and shook his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Aaron, I’ve been hurt so often, so deeply.” I gulped down the lump of fear that was trying to shut me up. “Every time you and I do this… you know, sex… or anything else, for that matter, I get more and more involved.” I sighed, surprised by how shaky it sounded. “As much as I want you, I
don’t think I can do something short-term. I need something real.” I gulped so hard my throat hurt. “Or, I’m afraid, I can’t do this at all.”
He recoiled as if I’d slapped him. “Who said anything about short-term?” He looked down at me, moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. His voice was a whisper. “Matt…. Oh, baby.”
The kiss was short and tender, a gentle salve to my nerves. “I told you from the start that I wasn’t looking for Netflix and chill.” He gazed down into my face, his eyes full of wonder. “There’s something you need to know. The thing is….” He grunted a couple of times and couldn’t seem to get anything else out.
“Aaron?” I was getting a little concerned. “The thing is…?”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “The thing is, I’ve managed to… f-fall in love with you. I love you, Matt Kennington.” He broke into a goofy, absolutely perfect grin. “For keeps.”
Aaron
Time hung in midair while a smile slowly worked its way across Matt’s face. “I love you, too.” He broadened the smile into a grin. “For keeps.”
I dove in and we rolled around on the bed, laughing and exchanging kisses. Eventually, I found myself on top and used a finger to trace circles around one of his perky nipples while I licked at his throat, enjoying his soft heat and enticing smell, earthy but sweet—vetiver cloaked in honey. He moaned softly, and our cocks melded into each other, throbbing in unison.
“You really love me?” he whispered.
“More than the sea is wide.”
He snickered and slapped my ass. “I love you more than the number of miles to the moon.”
“I can beat that!” I always liked a challenge. “My love for you is bigger than the deepest black hole in space.”
He tried to control the laugh that came rumbling out, with zero success. “Jesus, Aaron. All that talk about deep holes is making me wonder what you’re really after tonight.”
We both chortled while we wrestled some more. That time, he ended up on top, straddling me. “You’re so handsome I feel like I’m dreaming every time I look at you. You’re my everything, Aaron.”
I flipped him onto his back and sat up, enjoying the view. He was slender but had enough definition to make him unquestionably masculine. There was no body hair except for the intriguing triangle of pubes I’d noticed before, and his dick was hard, straining toward his belly button. As always, I enjoyed looking at it, plenty long—six inches or so—and surprisingly thick. A drop of precum hung from the head, and the temptation was too much. I bent over and licked it up, making him gasp.
Matthew
Aaron was sucking my cock slow and deep, his warm mouth and rough tongue pulling groans of pleasure from me. My hands were tangled in his hair, and I fought the temptation to hold his head still and fuck his face. “That feels so good.”
“Mm.” The vibrations from his little hum were delicious, raising goosebumps on my stomach and legs.
He pulled off and took one of my balls into his mouth. That always made me frantic, and my back arched as I yelped. He sucked gently, massaging his fingertips into my taint while I squirmed around.
“Yes.” I held my breath for a moment and then sighed. “Fuck, that’s good.”
His fingers pressed harder into my taint, making small circles, and the cascading sensations made me moan way too loud.
He gently let go, breathing hard. “Good? You like it?”
“Love it.” I groaned again as he took the head of my cock into his mouth. “Why don’t you let me have a go at you?” I’d probably never said anything so halfheartedly.
He sat up. “Not yet. I want to rim you.”
“I warn you, it’ll make me crazy.” My heart pounded with excitement. “It might even make me come.”
He curled his lips into a wicked grin. “Hand me that pillow.”
Aaron
I got Matt’s lower back and butt situated on a pillow, and crawled down between his legs. He raised his knees, and I wasted no time licking a wide swath right over his hole. He gave a little squeak and started whining. I didn’t want to admit it, but the only knowledge I had of rimming was from porn. I’d never wanted to do it for anybody else. I started licking circles around his ass, judging from the increasing noise level that I was doing okay.
“Oh baby… yes.”
I massaged his ass cheeks with my thumbs while I licked over and around his hole. He got wilder, and I finally stuck my tongue inside, causing him to jump and yell. “Fuck, Aaron!”
I pulled off. “Too much?”
“Goddamn it!” he wailed. “Please don’t stop.”
He tasted like Matt, clean and a little salty. His musk had me incredibly turned on, and his whines and moans made me feel like the most important man in the world. Desperate for some friction, I ground my throbbing dick into the bed for relief.
Matthew
Aaron teased, licked, sucked, tongued, and fingered me until I was desperate. Certain that I was feverish, I writhed around on his bed, begging for more. I was probably about thirty seconds away from coming. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to explode.”
He kept working his fingers around inside my ass. The stretch felt good, and the way he stroked my prostate made my toes curl. “Think I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping you just short of that.”
“You fucker.” I chuckled despite being practically out of my mind. “Please be a fucker. Fuck me?”
“You want that, do you? Now?” He tickled my prostate again and a spark shot from there down the backs of my legs.
“Enough!” I sat up and pushed Aaron down on the bed. “I’m taking what I need.”
His eyes went dark, and I gasped at the sight of this incredible hunk laid out beneath me, panting, his eyes boring into mine. His cock was bigger than ever, broad and solid up against his abs. Distended veins crisscrossed his length, and the head was almost blue.
I grabbed a condom and put it on him lickety-split. After squirting some lube on his dick, I swirled it around recklessly while he sucked in air. As quickly as I could, I daubed some around my ass and positioned myself above his cock. Easing myself down onto him, I welcomed the flash of fiery pain when he breached me, and our cries echoed off the walls of his apartment.
“Christ, Matt.” He threw his head back into the pillow, his face screwed up in pleasure.
I raised up a little before lowering myself again, groaning through the long, slow slide until my butt bounced on his hips. He filled me completely and I squalled in pleasure, the pain I’d felt totally eclipsed by the warm waves pulsating through my body. No one had ever filled me up the way Aaron did, physically or mentally.
Aaron
I thought I would blow when Matt took me in one long slide. Somehow I didn’t come, and I bucked up into him hard when he started riding me. His mouth hung open and he panted for air. He squeezed my pecs to balance himself, and I grasped onto his thighs, his heat gripping me in a vise of pleasure that was almost too intense to bear.
“Oh … fuck me… just like that!” He leaned over and we exchanged wet, filthy kisses while we keened into each other’s mouths. When he sat back up, he rode me hard, his cock twirling around and around in a wild dance. A drop of precum flew off and hit me in the face, and I took him in my hand, jerking his dick in rhythm to our thrusting.
“Fuck yes!” he cried.
“Ride it!” I panted for a few seconds. “It’s crazy good!”
I let go of his dick and grabbed his butt, holding him still while I fucked up into him as hard as I could. We howled like mad wolves as I found home again and again. He started jerking his own cock, his eyes wild.
“Now!” he yelled. Globs of white jetted out of his cock, streaming across my chest and face and splashing onto the bed. His ass clenched even harder around my dick, and the flash of heat in my balls was excruciatingly rapturous. We both yelled as my body spasmed, and I boiled over deep inside him.
When our orgasms ebbed and he fell ont
o the mattress beside me, I gathered him in a tight hug. We lay there holding on to each other, and he twisted his fingers into the hair on my chest.
“Damn, you pumped a big load of jizz into that hair.” I chuckled. “Going to be a bitch to clean up.”
He grinned at me. “Don’t worry, helpless. I’ll clean it up for you.” He traced a finger along my dick.
“Oh, careful…. Still sensitive!”
He brought his finger back up to my lips and spread some cum there. “Somebody’s still dribbling.”
“Come here,” I said, and tasted myself as I kissed the man I loved.
We smooched a little, and I laughed when he walked his fingers across my belly, taking his time and making it tickle.
“So, Mr. Kennington, do you still love me, now that you’ve had your way?”
“Even more, Mr. Roth, even more.”
“Me too.”
He twisted a little until he was snug in my arms, his head resting on the crook of my shoulder. Soon, his breathing deepened and he started snoring. They were little murmurs, really, and I wanted to fall asleep to them for the rest of my life.
Matthew
“I’ve got an idea!” Aaron had called for a bagel delivery and was talking excitedly between big bites. “What are you doing for the holiday?”
I want to spend it with you. “Going to Buffalo, I guess. I was able to get a few days off work, so Mom bought me a ticket to fly home.”
“When are you going?”
I held up a hand, trying to get a very chewy bite of bagel and cream cheese to go down. “The twenty-third. Back to DC on the twenty-ninth because I have to work on the thirtieth.”
Aaron took another enormous bite and nodded while he chomped away. He tried to swallow, and just when I thought he might need mouth to mouth, he succeeded and flashed a grin. “Well, here’s my idea. The office is closed Monday the twenty-sixth, and I actually have the whole week off. What if we met in the city for a few days? I’ll drive us back to DC on Thursday so you can work Friday.”