by Durango, M.
“Are you still on track to graduate after Spring quarter?”
“Should be,” Christian answered before changing the subject.
Dinner was quick; Christian seemed just as eager as Matt to get back to the condo.
Christian dropped his backpack inside Matt’s door and turned for a kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that for hours.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I get that you’re not ready to be out in public yet. It kind of makes me appreciate it more.”
“Until it starts to become an issue.” Matt knew in the back of his mind that it would become an issue at some point. He knew it wasn’t fair to ask Christian to hide their relationship; Christian was used to being out and would likely grow tired of pretending.
Christian cut into his thoughts. “Let’s not worry about it yet, okay? I think you were planning on getting lucky?”
“I’m hoping. It’s been since Sunday, after all.” Matt leaned down to kiss him, hands stroking Christian’s back and making him moan softly.
“Couch or bed?” Matt asked.
Christian pressed close. “Bed. More room to play.” Christian turned and picked up his bag, blushing. “I, um.” He bit his lip, “I brought condoms.”
Matt thought he might have blushed, too. “Oh. Okay.” Holding out a hand for Christian, he drew Christian into the bedroom. Christian followed easily, crossing to the other side of the bed and placing the condoms on the nightstand within easy reach.
Matt watched, vaguely amused at Christian’s embarrassment considering Christian was the more experienced one. Matt was less nervous than he expected.
Matt pulled the blankets back and knelt in the center of the bed, reaching out for Christian. He moved easily into Matt’s arms, smiling, but still blushing, letting Matt kiss him, pull off his T-shirt, and open his jeans, rubbing lightly at Christian’s erection. Christian moaned as Matt massaged the sensitive skin underneath the head.
Matt pushed Christian’s jeans and boxers down below Christian’s hips, rubbing and squeezing his ass.
Christian kissed him hungrily, tongue stroking Matt’s roughly, hips grinding against Matt’s. “Matt,” the word almost a plea.
“God, you’re fucking hot.” Matt pulled his own shirt off, tossing it over his shoulder. He grunted when Christian’s mouth landed on one of his nipples, sucking and licking before switching to the other one.
“Oh, yeah, so good, Christian. Love when you do that.” Christian rubbed his hand over the bulge in Matt’s jeans. Christian unfastened Matt’s pants, pulling them down, dipping his head and sucking gently on Matt’s penis. Matt groaned when Christian pulled off and lay down, stroking himself.
“Touch me, Matt. Please.”
Matt made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, dropping down half on top of Christian and kissing Christian, letting his hand roam across Christian’s chest and hips. Christian’s legs moved restlessly. Matt stopped what he was doing long enough to finish stripping both of them. He kissed his way back up Christian’s body, keeping most of his weight on his arms so as to not crush the smaller man.
He paused from kissing Christian long enough to say, “You have to tell me what to do, babe.”
“You’re doing a really good job so far.” Christian kept kissing Matt as he reached for the lube. “Watch me.” He pushed at Matt’s shoulders until Matt was kneeling between Christian’s legs.
Matt watched as Christian spread the lube on his fingers and pulled one of his knees up to give himself access. He reached down and slowly started stroking the skin behind his balls, moving further back and circling his hole before pushing one finger in.
Matt groaned out loud, enthralled by the sight of Christian lying with his legs spread, sliding a slick finger in and out of his ass, then adding a second finger along with the first.
Matt tore his eyes away from Christian’s ass to steal a look at Christian’s face.
Christian was stretched out on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest and belly. His eyes were hot as he watched Matt watching him.
Christian handed over the lube. “Slick your fingers.”
Matt fumbled with the tube, finally getting it open and spreading some of the cool liquid on his fingers. At Christian’s encouragement, Matt slowly slipped one finger inside Christian.
Christian moaned. “More. You won’t hurt me.”
Matt added another finger, slowly fucking Christian. Christian’s whole body jerked and he swore as Matt found his prostate. Christian started writhing, humping Matt’s hand as Matt moved gently inside Christian, not really knowing how much was enough or too much, using Christian’s movements and sounds as a guide.
His own cock was leaking and throbbing, aching to be inside Christian.
“Another.” Christian gasped.
Matt spread more lube and added a third finger, feeling Christian’s muscles flutter and clench around him. Matt moaned as Christian ground down on his hand.
“God, Matt. So good. Will you fuck me? Please, I want to feel you inside me.”
Matt stilled his hand, gently withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the box of condoms. He rolled one on quickly, the friction of his fingers on his dick making him moan.
Christian grabbed his legs behind the knees. “In me. Please.”
“Like this?” Matt leaned over Christian, lining his cock up and pressing in.
“Oh! Yeah.” Christian shifted impatiently.
Matt slid the rest of the way inside, holding himself still, feeling the incredible heat of Christian’s ass surrounding his cock. He found Christian’s mouth with his, sucking on Christian’s tongue hungrily as he started to thrust, slowly at first. Christian moaned into his mouth, meeting Matt’s thrusts. Matt felt Christian’s legs wrap around his waist, fingers digging into Matt’s back. Christian’s urgent movements pushed Matt to increase his speed.
“Fuck, yes, like that.”
Matt stared down at Christian, holding his weight on his hands and thrusting into Christian.
“Harder. Fuck me.”
“Fuck, fuck. Tight.” Matt started thrusting harder, faster, slamming his hard cock into Christian.
Christian reached down and started stroking himself in time with Matt’s thrusts, babbling about how good it was, how hot.
Christian’s muscles clamped down on Matt’s dick as Christian came, jerking himself furiously and shouting.
Matt thrust twice more before going still, his cock pulsing as he came.
Christian dropped his legs down, lying pliant beneath Matt. After tossing the condom, Matt collapsed next to him, both of them still breathing hard.
“That was amazing.” Christian gasped out.
“Fuck.” Matt wasn’t at his most articulate.
Christian chuckled. “So you wouldn’t be adverse to trying it again?”
Matt finally managed to turn his head and look over at Christian. He was a little bit stunned by just how good it felt to be inside Christian, somehow more intense than what he was used to, but he didn’t have the brain cells to figure it out just then. “We can definitely do that again. Give me about ten minutes.”
Christian laughed and rolled over toward Matt, lying his head on Matt’s shoulder and yawning.
Matt wrapped an arm around Christian, holding him close. “You’re okay?”
“More than okay. Did I mention that was amazing?”
“You might have.” Matt grinned, relieved that he hadn’t been too rough.
They lay there together for a while before Christian stirred. “I should get some reading done. Do you mind?”
“Nope. You going to read in here or in the living room?”
“Living room, I think. Want to keep me company for a bit?”
“You mean I have to move?”
Christian laughed and kissed Matt. “Yep.” He found his jeans and T-shirt, grabbed his bag and headed back into the living room.
Matt dragged himself from the bed, found his own clo
thes, and followed, settling next to Christian on the couch.
***
They quickly found their routine again. Christian spent most of his time at Matt’s, laptop and books taking up a semi-permanent place on Matt’s coffee table.
That led to the inevitable misunderstandings as Matt tried to incorporate Christian into his life.
“You can use the desk in the guest room to study.” Matt thought the offer was innocent enough and was surprised when Christian stiffened.
“I didn’t realize I was in your way,” he said flatly.
“I’m just trying to be nice, Christian.”
“No, don’t worry about it, I can leave.”
What the hell? “When did I say I wanted you to leave?”
“You said you don’t want me studying in your living room.”
“No, damn it, I didn’t say that! I said I can set up the fucking den so you can study in there so you have some quiet and not get distracted by me or the TV or whatever.”
“I — oh.” Christian blinked and tilted his head. “Really?”
It was impossible for Matt to stay mad when Christian looked at him like that. “Really. I like having you here, Christian.”
“Oh. Okay. Sorry. I’m not usually such a freak. Um, is it okay that I like staying in here with you? I mean, I might change my mind, but I like the company.”
Matt kissed him. “I like it too.” Matt settled back on the couch with his book while Christian went back to studying.
***
As Matt found himself spending several nights a week and most weekends with Christian, he spent less time with Sam and Alison, although he still took regular coffee breaks with Alison. She never mentioned the fact that he was even less social than normal, nor did she raise the question of his friendship with Christian again. Sam, oddly enough, pressed Matt less frequently about going to parties and didn’t argue when Matt said he had plans.
It was clear from their conversation at New Year’s that Sam thought Matt had a girlfriend. Even as private as he was, Matt hated keeping things from Sam. He felt like he was sneaking around, which was exactly what he was doing. His relationship with Christian was the first serious thing Matt had ever withheld from his best friend.
Matt also knew Christian was starting to realize something was troubling him when Christian crawled into bed at one-thirty and Matt was still awake.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Christian curled up along Matt’s side and kissed his shoulder.
Matt shifted and put his arm around Christian. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Matt nuzzled Christian. “Maybe you can help.”
“Hmmm,” Christian almost purred. “You mean by doing something other than making you talk about why you’re still awake.”
“Maybe I was waiting up for you.”
Christian grinned and leaned over Matt, stroking Matt’s hair. “Yeah? You miss me when I’m not in bed with you?”
Matt tried to hide his smile. “Maybe.”
Christian giggled. “Well, I’m here now.” Christian kissed him, making Matt forget his stress for the moment. Christian settled more firmly against him and kissed Matt with great thoroughness, slowly licking and sucking on his lips, his chin and jaw, taking great care to make Matt melt into the kisses.
Matt let Christian lead the kiss before starting to kiss back just as slowly. He stroked his hand slowly up and down Christian’s arm, feeling firm muscles underneath incredibly soft skin. He sucked along Christian’s jaw, reveling in the freedom to do this, to lie in bed and just kiss and touch without any pressure or expectations.
Christian kissed his way slowly along Matt’s neck and chest as his hand wandered lower.
“Christian,” he moaned softly, legs moving restlessly.
“Yeah, honey?” His fingers trailed lightly through Matt’s pubic hair.
Matt groaned. “Do you know what you do to me?”
Christian sucked on his rib cage. “Uh-huh.” The hand that was torturing him moved to his balls, making Matt gasp as Christian rolled them slowly. “I think I turn you on.”
“God, yes.” Matt wasn’t sure if he was responding to Christian’s words or touch.
Christian pushed the blankets the rest of the way down so he could continue the journey with his mouth along Matt’s navel and hip bones. Finally, he relented a little and licked a wet stripe up the length of Matt’s cock, pulling more moans from Matt. Christian teased the slit, licking up a drop of precome.
Watching Christian suck him was still one of the hottest things Matt had ever seen. Enjoyment obvious, Christian made sure Matt got a good look at his cock sliding in and out of Christian’s mouth before beginning to suck in earnest, taking Matt deep and swallowing. Matt moaned and placed his hands on Christian’s shoulders, slowly thrusting in and out. He wanted to make it last, but it was so good that he felt his balls pull up as his orgasm crashed through him.
Christian kept sucking until the last of the aftershocks had subsided. When Christian kissed him, Matt could taste his own come in Christian’s mouth, making him moan. “God, that’s hot.”
Christian grinned and kissed him again as Matt reached for Christian’s cock only to find it already soft and sticky with come.
He stretched his neck so he could look at Christian. “Were you humping the bed again?”
Christian buried his head on Matt’s chest. “Maybe.”
Matt laughed. “You’re insatiable.”
“You love it.”
“Maybe,” Matt echoed.
Christian laughed and gave Matt another kiss. “I’m sticky.” He crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. “I think we need to buy more towels.”
Matt cocked an eyebrow. “We do?”
He could tell Christian was blushing.
“You need to buy more towels?” He cleaned up the come on the sheet and tossed the towel back in the direction of the bathroom.
“Come here.”
Christian pulled the blankets up around them and curled back into Matt’s arms, settling down sleepily.
“Thanks, babe.” Matt kissed Christian’s temple.
“Anytime.”
***
Matt woke a few hours later from his first nightmare in weeks. It wasn’t as bad as some, but it disturbed his sleep enough that he needed to get up and distract himself. Thankfully, he hadn’t woken Christian.
Christian found him in the living room a little while later. “Hey,” Christian said sleepily as he sat down next to Matt.
Damn. He didn’t want to talk about this. “Hey.”
“What’s wrong?” Matt felt Christian’s hand on his arm.
“Nothing.” Maybe Christian would take the hint and go back to bed.
“You seem really upset, Matt. Do you want to talk?”
“Look, I said nothing’s wrong. Go back to bed.” The words came out harsher than Matt intended, but they had the desired effect.
“Fine. You don’t have to get all snarky at me for being concerned.”
Feeling like an ass, Matt briefly considered following Christian to apologize. But that would only lead to questions Matt wasn’t ready to answer.
Morning came quickly; Matt managed to doze a little on the couch but was wide awake well before his alarm. He was already showered and getting dressed when Christian rolled over. “Time is it?”
“Almost seven. If you want a ride home, get ready.”
Christian yawned. “It’s early.”
Matt didn’t respond, but Christian kept asking questions.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“I’m fine, Christian.”
Christian sat up, concern clear on his face. “Matt. Don’t shut me out.”
That just pissed Matt off more. “What the fuck are you talking about? I told you, there’s nothing wrong.”
“Matt —”
Matt cut him off. “Do you want a ride home or not?”
Christian sighed. “Okay, yeah. Can you wait until I get dressed?”
“I’ll be in the living room.”
Matt left the bedroom without giving Christian a chance to respond. He waited impatiently, eager to drop Christian off and get to work without any drama.
“I just need my books.” Christian wasn’t looking at him, but Matt nodded anyway. Neither of them spoke until Matt pulled up in front of Christian’s apartment.
“So, should I meet you after work or do you want to call me?” It was the first time in weeks either of them had explicitly made plans about meeting after work and Matt grabbed the opportunity.
“I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” Christian leaned over and kissed Matt’s check. “Have a good day.”
Matt didn’t go out for coffee in the afternoon and he stayed late at work to avoid running into Christian, feeling cowardly even as he did it. He knew he was intentionally shutting Christian out to avoid an uncomfortable conversation — and he knew doing so would probably increase his stress and make the nightmares worse, but he didn’t seem to have the energy to stop himself.
He saw Christian’s name flash on his Caller ID around seven-thirty, but he let it go to voicemail. It took another two days of avoidance for Christian to show up at the condo unannounced.
Matt answered the buzzer reluctantly, knowing it was either Sam or Christian, and not wanting to see either of them.
“Hey. It’s me. Can I come up?” Christian sounded hopeful even through the tinny speaker.
“Now’s not a good time.”
Christian’s response surprised Matt. “Alright, you know what, fine. It’s not a good time. I won’t stay, I just need to get a couple of things that I left and then I’ll leave. Okay?”
Matt pressed the buzzer and waited the few minutes it took Christian to get to the door and knock. Matt pulled the door open and moved out of the way to let Christian in.
Christian looked hesitant. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Matt watched as Christian walked halfway into the living room before turning to face Matt. Matt crossed his arms defensively. “What do you need, Christian?”
“I need you to tell me what’s wrong, why you’ve been ignoring my phone calls.”
Matt shrugged. “I’m busy.”
Christian threw up his hands. “Matt, come on. Tell me what the fuck is going on. Three days ago, things were fine and now you’re shutting me out, blowing off my phone calls, and avoiding running into me in the parking lot. Either something’s wrong or I imagined the last month. You can’t treat me like shit and expect me to ignore it.”