by Louise Lyons
“Leave it to me.” I smiled reassuringly. “We’ve got all night. And if you’re uncomfortable, or you change your mind, let me know. Okay?”
He nodded. His eyes were warm and trusting, but a tremble ran through his body, and I guessed he was more nervous than I’d been the first time we made love. I rolled him onto his back and tossed away the bed covers. He wasn’t hard and I bent to give him a gentle kiss.
“You haven’t done it before, have you?” he asked. “Topped, I mean.”
“No. But I found an instruction manual online the other day. I read every word, just to make sure I know what I’m doing should the need arise.”
Matt’s lips twitched. “You’re joking.”
“Of course I’m joking. I don’t want you all serious and nervous. Sex is fun. And if it’s not, we stop. Besides, my dick’s going nowhere near you until you’re begging for it.” I gave him another brief kiss and scooted down the bed. My next kiss was on the tip of his soft cock, then one of his balls. A gentle tickle with my tongue and he stiffened slowly, his erection growing and lifting from his belly. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and guided the head into my mouth. Matt groaned and clenched his fists at his sides.
Using both hands to stroke the base of his dick and caress his balls, I licked, sucked, and nibbled him into a frenzy until he bucked his hips in his eagerness to thrust into my throat. I pulled off and was rewarded with a frustrated sigh. I chuckled and slid my hands under his thighs to push his legs up. He tensed and opened his eyes.
“Relax. You’re gonna love this.”
“Tam, what are you—?” He broke off with another moan as I swiped my tongue along the ridge of his perineum and circled his anus. “Oh fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“Mm.”
I blew gently on his damp skin, making him shudder. Then I resumed licking, teasing his hole until he relaxed enough for me to push the tip of my tongue into him.
“Christ!” Matt writhed helplessly, trying to grind himself onto my face. He slid one hand to his dick and pumped it urgently until I caught his wrist and stopped him.
“I don’t want you coming on my tongue.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Don’t be so impatient.”
“I need you.”
“You’ll get me. But I’m taking my time.” I resumed licking him while I groped for the lube and coated my fingers. When I slid one digit into him, he was relaxed enough to take it all the way in without discomfort. “How’s that?”
“Hot.”
“How about this?” I curled my finger in search of his prostate, and rubbed over the small bump.
“Fucking hell, Tam!”
Grinning, I continued with a gentle in-and-out thrust of my finger until he’d loosened up enough to take a second. We took it slow—very slow. I remembered my first time with Chris and it hadn’t been pleasant. He didn’t like prepping and expected me to be ready for him. Matt said he’d had unpleasant experiences and it had been a long time ago, and I wanted to change that. When he begged for more, I ignored him and carried on excruciatingly slowly, while my dick throbbed painfully and leaked onto the sheet, and Matt’s left a puddle of precome on his stomach. I didn’t lube myself up until he could comfortably take three fingers, then I inched in, still scared I’d hurt him, with my inexperience if nothing else.
“I’m okay. Go for it.” He gripped my hips and tugged me in all the way, flinching only slightly when I bottomed out. I held still, my arms shaking as I held myself over him, breathing deep in an effort not to come.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. And tight.”
“I know. It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Matt smiled up at me, pupils dilated.
“I won’t last long,” I warned.
“Nor will I. You’ve had me on the brink for ages.” He grasped his erection and pumped it slowly. “Come on, Tam. Fuck me.”
I moved awkwardly as I tried to find a rhythm. It should have been natural, but I still feared I’d fuck it up. Matt moved with me, stroking his dick and bucking his hips. Gradually the pace increased, and I fought against my rapidly building orgasm as his internal muscles squeezed my length and forced me to give in. As my balls tightened and the tingle at the base of my spine told me it was over, Matt clenched around me and spilled onto his stomach. I jerked against him, uncoordinated as I spurted deep inside him. Weakened, I collapsed onto him and he folded his arms around me.
“Are you okay?” I panted.
“Yeah.” He relaxed and I slipped from his body, making him wince. “Well, a bit sore. But I loved it. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Sorry if I was crap.”
“You weren’t. I’m glad I got your first time.” Matt carefully rolled me off him, but continued to hold me close. “Um, I’m gonna need another shower.”
I grinned. “There is an advantage to condoms. Less messy.”
“Don’t care. I like feeling everything. I’ll get up in a minute.”
When I opened my eyes, it was daylight. I hadn’t moved since I fell asleep in Matt’s arms. My morning wood was itchy with dried come, and my pubes were glued to its base. I grimaced as I remembered we’d never made it to the shower.
“Matt?”
“Mm.”
“Wake up.”
“Am awake.” He grunted softly and buried his face in the pillow.
“Hey!” I pushed his arm.
He groaned. “Whaddya want? My dick, or my ass?” He moved a little more and groaned again. “Maybe not my ass. Ow.”
“I’m sorry.”
He opened one eye. “S’okay.” His brows drew together and he wrinkled his nose. “Oh. Ugh. Shower.”
I snorted. “Yeah, that’s why I woke you. Come on, I’ll scrub your back.” A glance at the clock told me the estate agent would be open in half an hour. “Come on! We can go and sign the stuff for the cottage as soon as we’re ready.”
Galvanized into action, Matt turned from me and swung himself off the bed, then moaned and moved slowly into the bathroom. Clearly, he wouldn’t be bottoming again for a few days. Guiltily, I went to join him.
Washing each other wasn’t a good idea when we were in a hurry. We couldn’t resist a quick mutual wank, and we were emerging from the bathroom in nothing but towels, when Stef got home from work. Much to my surprise, he just pulled a face and joked “You’d better have cleaned up after yourselves!”
Within an hour, we’d dressed, breakfasted, and made our way to the agent’s office. After discovering it would be three days before someone could take us to view it, we made a quick mutual decision to go for it regardless. If it needed more work doing than the photos showed, what the hell. The location was good, the price was great, and we had to have it. We filled in forms and paid fees for our application checks. We would have confirmation by the end of the next day, at which time we could pay the deposit and first month’s rent, and we would be given the keys. Matt intended to stay until we’d had the opportunity to go to the cottage, decide on what needed doing, and hopefully get me moved in. Then he’d go home for his own stuff.
Luckily, I was on my four days off work when we got the answer. Delighted, we raced to the agents again to pay what was due and collect the keys, and later that morning I drove us to Hope Cove in my new Mini. I’d reluctantly agreed to accept it from Matt, after he told me his parents had said they were happy for him to do as he wished with it. It would only sit on the drive unused, and it seemed silly for him to add me to the insurance as a second driver, when only I would use it. So, he’d signed it over to me and I’d arrange my own insurance policy.
The cottage was everything we hoped it would be, although predictably it needed more work than we’d anticipated. It was desperately in need of a new kitchen and bathroom, as well as the expected decorations, carpets, curtains and so on. Matt immediately called the agent back and asked them to get in touch with the owner as soon as possible. I listened to his side of the conversation, surprised when he suggested we repla
ce the kitchen and bathroom fittings ourselves, on the condition that we be given first refusal should the owner sell, or a permanent rental agreement unless we decided to leave.
“Do you think he’ll agree to that?” I asked, when Matt hung up.
“I don’t know, but I would. He’s overseas and the cottage belonged to his mother. He doesn’t want it and can’t be bothered to do anything with it. Then two guys take it on, offer to do all the work he didn’t care to, and buy it without him having to advertise? If I was him, I’d bite our hands off.”
“We might not be able to afford to buy it. I’ve only had a decent job for a short time. I doubt the bank would give me a mortgage.” I’d never considered buying property. It had never been an option.
“They’ll give me one.” Matt grinned. “I know I only have a small online business, and I don’t mean to gloat about this, but Dad will guarantee it for us. And if they still say no, he’d probably get a mortgage for us and we just pay him. Whichever way, there won’t be an issue.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy.”
“I’ve never known anything different than renting.”
“Yeah, so imagine how amazing it will be to own our own house together. Just you and me. Forever.”
I grinned. “You’re so corny.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I do. Thank God you found me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Matthew
When I returned to St. Albans, it was with excitement rather than every mile making me more miserable as I got farther from Tam. In less than a week I would be back with him, in our home.
We’d bought an inflatable mattress, bedding, TV, and a few other essentials for Tam to use until I returned. Then we’d start on the work to the cottage. We decided not to buy much furniture until the carpets were replaced and decorations done. It would only have to be moved around and covered up, so we went with the least we could get away with.
Mum and Dad were delighted I was so happy, and sad that I was moving so far away. They promised to visit as soon as I’d had chance to get settled in and make some improvements on the cottage, and Dad told me not to max my credit card in the process, although he would help pay off the balance. I made a feeble protest over him giving me yet more money, but he waved it away. All too soon I’d be responsible for myself, but he could help me get set up.
Mum gave me the third degree about my “relationship” with Stef, and I told her about getting Chinese takeaway and talking, which at least was true.
By the time I was ready to leave, Tam had called to say he’d already painted the hallway cream, and one of the bedrooms blue. Stef helped to get the job done quicker, and they bought yellow paint for the kitchen, which was next on the list to spruce up.
I packed as much as I could into the Volvo, including my clothes, personal items, music and movies, laptop, artwork, and an assortment of bedding, towels, and kitchen items Mum bought for me. Anything I couldn’t cram in, my parents would bring for me when they visited.
“Make sure you call at least once a week,” Mum said tearfully, as we stood in front of the house on Saturday morning. “And email. Send me photos of the cottage.”
“I promise.” I hugged her tightly. “I’ll miss you.”
“We’ll miss you too, son.” Dad hadn’t gone into work yet, so he could say good-bye. He wrapped his arms around me as I released Mum, giving me more than his customary awkward one-armed hug. “Anything you need, money or whatever, call.”
“Thanks.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled as I stepped back. “I’d better get going. Tam and Stef are painting the kitchen today. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can help.”
“You must send me a photo of Stef, too,” Mum said. “I want to see the man who’s captured your heart.”
I flushed. “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s early days.”
“No? Well, he seems to have put a sparkle in your eye, whether you admit it or not.”
If only she knew. I grinned inanely, and gave her one last hug before I got in the car. “I’ll call and let you know when I get there.”
A minute later I was on the road, the grin still on my face as I thought of arriving at my new home in about four hours’ time. Then I would never have to be parted from Tam again.
The journey went smoothly, despite the heavy weekend traffic. There were no serious hold-ups, and I reached Hope Cove just after two o’clock. Tam’s Mini sat on the patch of gravel in front of the cottage, with Stef’s Fiesta beside it. The front windows of the building were all open, and as I got out of the Volvo, the sound of Whitesnake reached me. Tam had virtually no possessions when I met him, but as soon as he got the job at Stef’s factory, he started building a collection of music, starting with his favorite rock bands. He’d purchased an inexpensive little portable CD player to listen to the music on.
I opened the door and stepped into the newly-painted hall. The strong smell of gloss paint stung my nostrils, and I wrinkled my nose as I followed David Coverdale’s voice to the kitchen. I glimpsed Stef in one of the bedrooms, daubing white gloss paint on the door. He raised a hand and grinned, then got back to work. I found Tam up a stepladder, carefully painting a yellow line at the top of the kitchen wall to prevent any getting on the fresh white ceiling.
“Hey.”
“Matt!” Dropping his paintbrush onto the top step of the ladder, he sprang to the ground and fell into my arms. He had paint on his hands, his T-shirt, in his hair, and on his nose. Some of it would probably end up on me, but I didn’t care as I hugged him tightly.
“Finally.” I breathed out the single word before I covered his mouth with mine in a heated kiss, full of longing, relief, love, and frustration that I couldn’t strip him naked then and there, and fuck him on the kitchen floor. I hoped Stef wouldn’t stick around too long.
When we came up for air, Tam grabbed a rag and wiped a smear of paint off my cheek. “Sorry. Shit, there’s some on your shirt, too.”
“Never mind that. I’ll get changed and help. I might as well leave my stuff in the car until later.”
Stef appeared then, paintbrush and bottle of white spirit in hand. “I’ll just clean this brush, then I’ll get out of your hair. I finished both the bedroom doors and the skirting boards in the main bedroom and the hall.”
“Thanks, Stef.” Tam shot him a grin. “You don’t want to hang around for dinner?”
Stef glanced from him to me and back again, smirking. “Um, no. I’m feeling like a third wheel already. I’ll come back tomorrow and finish the gloss work if you want.”
“Thanks,” I added.
Five minutes later, Stef was gone. Abandoning the painting, Tam grabbed my hand and dragged me into the main bedroom. The inflatable bed was covered in a dust sheet, and he removed it before tackling me onto it. Our lips met and we kissed messily as we struggled with our clothes, tossing items left and right until Tam cursed and laughed when one of his socks hit the wet paint on the skirting board.
“What the hell.” He slid a hand under the pillow and pulled out a tube of lube. “This is more important. Christening our home.”
Grinning, I took the lube from him. Our first time in our own house was frantic and noisy, and thankfully the music prevented anything being heard outside the open windows. When we’d cleaned up and dressed, Tam put on a new CD and we finished decorating the kitchen, before ordering Indian food to be delivered. We sat on beanbags in the bare lounge room, eating out of the plastic food containers the food came in, and watching the TV where it perched on a wooden box. It was perfect.
We spent the evening painting the bathroom, then quit for the day and brought a few of my things in from the car. It had been a long day for us both, and we collapsed into bed, snuggling in each other’s arms, but not turning our gentle kisses into anything sexual. We slept with all the windows open to let out the paint fumes, and when we woke the next morning, we spent a leisurel
y hour fucking, before we got to work again.
Stef came over to finish the gloss paint, while Tam and I painted the lounge room. The second bedroom could wait a few days until we bought more paint. The next task was getting new carpets and curtains, and we measured up and shopped. When Tam had to go back to work, I continued, hanging curtains, supervising a carpet fitter, and finishing the painting. When Tam had his next four days off, we measured the kitchen and planned a new design featuring cupboards, stove, washing machine, fridge freezer, and dishwasher. We spent several hours in a kitchen store, choosing designs before ordering anything. The price horrified Tam and he thought we’d be better going for flat-packed units and trying to fit them ourselves. The agent had called us earlier in the week to let us know the owner was happy for us to replace whatever we wanted. He had thought about selling the cottage and initially decided it was too much like hard work for him at present, but if we were interested in spending money on it, he’d rethink and give us the option to buy later.
“No,” I said stubbornly, as we stared at the beautiful kitchen on display, that would make our small kitchen look amazing. “We’re getting this. Don’t worry about the cost.”
“Yeah, because you have so much money it doesn’t matter to you.” Tam scowled.
“Don’t be like that. Why shouldn’t we have what we want? We’re together. We’re always gonna be together. So we share things. Are you saying if I had a job and no savings, and you had credit cards with Dad topping them up, you wouldn’t do the same?”
“Matt, I’m gonna feel like I owe you. We should choose something cheaper, so I can at least pay you back half over the next few months.”
“No. I want this one. You said it was your favorite, too.”
“It is, but it’s… with all the bits we need, and the appliances, it’s six grand!” Tam hissed. “You can’t spend six grand on a kitchen.”
“Why? It’s our kitchen. Add on the bathroom we need to sort out, it’ll probably be ten. It’s just money.”
“It’s your money.”