The tub, like the rest of the apartment, was seriously outdated. He and Matt had determined long ago that the showerhead bolted into the wall with the faded floral paper must’ve been for show only. No water ran through the piping, nor would it ever. Period. The tub itself was barely wide enough for Haku to lean back and settle comfortably against the end, and it was way too short for him to fully extend his legs. Turning the knob to get the warm water going, he crouched by the copper faucet head and started rinsing off and scrubbing with a wash rag.
“Here, let me wash your back.”
Haku gasped as the soapy rag was pulled from his hand. He shivered as that voice ‑‑ the man from the trailer’s voice ‑‑ slid into his ears once again. “Such tension in those muscles. You really should relax.”
Tensing more, his hands clenched into fists in the hot water, Haku struggled to breathe; he couldn’t even think clearly, let alone muster the power to speak and order the man out.
“Such smooth skin,” the man said as he let the soapy cloth slip into the water. He placed his hands on Haku’s shoulders and began kneading the tight muscles, which only served to make Haku tense more.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you.”
Haku trembled with a mixture of fear and delight at the man’s firm touch upon his back and shoulders. He tried not to imagine what that grip would feel like jerking his cock, which was getting harder by the second.
When the man’s tongue slid along his wet spine, Haku gasped again at the electric-like jolt that followed. “You have to stop. Matt ‑‑”
“Haku, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you all right?”
Haku whipped around so fast water splashed over the rim of the tub and soaked the front of Matt’s T-shirt. “When…when did you come in?”
“A couple minutes ago. You knew I was here. I told you I’d wash your back, and you gave me the rag. What the fuck is wrong, Haku?” Matt’s terrified eyes grew wider still, and he began running his hands over Haku’s chest and back, examining every inch of visible skin. “That thing did get you, didn’t it?”
“No.” Haku took a steadying breath and pulled back from Matt’s touch. “I’m fine.”
Matt gripped the edge of the tub. “You look freaked out.” He sounded hurt, a hint of a pout tugging down the corners of his mouth.
Which Haku sure as hell was, but not for any reason Matt knew about. “It’s been a freaky day,” Haku mumbled. He considered mentioning the man he’d met at the film site, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Thinking about their brief conversation, and now this last bit of weirdness, where he could have sworn with absolute certainty that stranger had been the one caressing his body, the whole exchange seemed too intimate to discuss. Even with Matt.
And having a hard-on inspired by thoughts of another man only added to that feeling. Haku sat down on the bottom of the tub, slumping down into the soapy water until it covered his nose. He fought the urge to touch his dick and hoped the erection would ease up if he ignored it.
“You sure you’re a hundred percent?” Matt frowned, clearly unconvinced. Did he suspect something? Haku tensed and reminded himself there wasn’t anything to be suspicious of in the first place. Well, maybe this stubborn boner, but Matt would probably take it as compliment if he saw it. Haku sat up.
“Sure. Just a little weirded out, really.” Haku took the rag from Matt and changed the subject. “You’re the one that thing actually beat on.” He wiped at the corner of Matt’s mouth, cleaning away a bit of dried blood from the small cut. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah.” Matt perked up. “It didn’t get a chance to do much before you nailed it.” He cheered up quickly, obviously taking Haku’s switch in the conversation at face value. Grinning, Matt sat back on his heels and pulled off his wet T-shirt. “I guess I’ll let you finish getting cleaned up and fix us something to eat…” He gave Haku a hopeful look.
Not exactly wanting to be alone, Haku rested his chin on the edge of the tub. “Or you can wash up with me,” he said.
“It would be more efficient that way.” Matt nodded. “The hot water could go at any second.”
“Exactly,” Haku agreed. His chin still resting on the tub edge, he watched Matt strip out of his pants, socks, and briefs. Matt’s cock was hard and sticking straight out, the thick purplish tip glistening with a drop of precum.
Haku licked his lips and let his hand drift down to rub across the head of his own cock. “How are we going to do this?”
“We’ll wing it,” Matt said with a boyish grin.
Haku straightened, shifted to his knees, and faced the rear of the tub. Matt climbed in and knelt facing him. Without a word, Haku took the bar of green tea soap and began to rub it across Matt’s broad chest, watching as the lather slid down across the prominent pecs and over his small, taut nipples.
Matt leaned in to steal a kiss. He deepened it quickly, his fingers weaving up through Haku’s hair, tangling in the dark, wet strands. Haku loved the gentle tug on his hair, and he let the soap splash down to the water as he gripped Matt’s firm shoulders and gave himself over to the kiss, drinking in the pleasure of the way Matt’s tongue slid across his, leaving a hint of sweetness.
Haku pulled back. “You ate the cream puff, didn’t you?
Matt’s fair cheeks flushed. “It was possessed. It called my name. I swear.”
“That was my pastry.” Haku pressed a finger to Matt’s chest, gently pushing his lover back to lean against the tub. He smoothed his hand over Matt’s chest, finding a firm nipple and rolling his thumb over the nub.
“It was really good, too,” Matt whimpered. Resting the back of his neck on the edge of the tub, he tried to spread his thighs around Haku. When the cramped tub didn’t give much leeway, he lifted a leg out of the water and draped it over the edge of the basin.
“Now you’re just rubbing it in.” Haku leaned forward, settling down on top of Matt.
“I’ll make it up to you, honest.” Matt licked his lips. Cupping Haku’s bottom underneath the water, he pushed his hips up so the tip of his cock rubbed against Haku’s. “Wow, you’re so hard already.” He gasped.
“Getting there.” Haku arched in toward the touch. Hooking an arm around Matt’s neck for support, he reached between their bodies with his free hand and dragged a finger along Matt’s swollen length. He stroked Matt’s cock and then the heavy sac underneath before moving lower. Matt’s tight opening stretched around his probing fingertip.
“Damn.” Matt squirmed underneath him. “That’s good…”
Haku closed his eyes. “Uh-huh,” he groaned, imagining the touch teasing his own anus.
A deep, throaty voice, carrying the hint of a muddled English accent, whispered in his ear. “Come see me tomorrow, and discover what a true erotic experience is.”
Chapter Seven
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked when Haku went stiff.
“Nothing. I ‑‑” Haku pushed away so fast, water sloshed over the sides of the tub again, and his back banged into the faucet fixture. But at least the pain shoved that sexy voice from his mind. Rubbing at the base of his spine, his gaze darted around the dimly lit room as he looked for any sign of the stranger. The voice had sounded so close ‑‑ so real ‑‑ no way had he imagined it.
“Hey, take it easy on yourself there.” Matt sat up, his brow creased with concern. He took over rubbing the sore spot on Haku’s back with gentle strokes.
“Did you hear anything odd?” Haku leaned out to try and get a look into the bedroom. “A man’s voice maybe?”
Matt quirked an eyebrow. “You’re hearing voices?” Teasing, he splashed some water in Haku’s face. “Are they telling you to be naughty?”
Yes, actually. Haku cleared his throat and laughed nervously. “Of course not. I just, uh, it’s too cramped in here to feel in the mood, I guess.”
“You’re still, um, standing at attention.” Matt slipped a hand through the water to nudge Haku’s very rigid penis. “Oh, I get it.” He
grinned. “This is payback for the cream puff.”
Haku swallowed a moan. “No, that’s really not it.” But, good God he wanted to be screwed fast and hard. And that was one thing about Matt ‑‑ he never missed one of Haku’s hints about sex, no matter how subtle. Before Haku could protest, Matt took both sides of his face and drew him into a kiss that should’ve turned the water around them into steam. Haku returned the affection with a sense of desperation, his lips tugging and sucking hungrily on Matt’s.
From downstairs, the sound of an off-key saxophone and a gimpy bass guitar drifted through the walls. The awful jazz music snapped Haku out of his blind lust. He didn’t know how much of this arousal was actually for Matt, or if he was losing his grip on reality. He jerked away, spilling more water out of the tub as he hurried to step out. “It’s Thursday, isn’t it? Shit!”
Panting, Matt nodded. “So?”
“The freshman exam papers.” Haku clung to that lame-ass excuse. “They have to be graded.”
Matt sat up and reached for his lover’s hand. “They can wait awhile.”
“No, they can’t.” Toweling himself as he ran, Haku bolted from the bathroom. “We promised to return them tomorrow.”
“What?” Matt whined. “I don’t remember saying that!” A loud thud came from the bathroom as he probably tried to get out of the tub as fast as Haku had, followed by, “Ow!”
“You were too busy screwing me in front of the class, that’s why you don’t remember!” Haku tore through Matt’s dresser drawers, finding the change of clothes he’d left behind the last time he spent the night. Tossing the towel on the carpet, he threw on a white T-shirt and a pair of drawstring pants.
“Huh?” Matt appeared in the bathroom doorway, rubbing the back of his head and looking confused. Below his abdomen, his cock was just as pink and erect as before. Forcing himself to look away, Haku darted out of the room.
“We can’t shirk our responsibilities, Matt,” Haku called over his shoulder. “It’s important to show those kids we have a sense of duty.” What the hell was he talking about? Haku smacked his forehead and dropped to his knees in front of the coffee table.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Matt echoed from the bedroom door. Haku risked glancing at him. Oh God, Matt was still naked, ripped, and as hot as ever. Flustered, Haku started yanking paperwork out of his messenger bag and setting it on the table.
“How about some coffee?” Haku dumped out all his pens and highlighters on the papers, refusing to look at Matt again.
“How about some sex?” Matt counter offered, coming up beside Haku. He dangled a bottle of lube from his fingertips.
Yes, please! Haku suppressed a whimper. He shook his head and poked the tip of a highlighter into Matt’s belly button. “No,” he said, forcefully. “No sex!”
“What?” Matt gawked at him. “Why not?”
Haku dropped the highlighter and almost grabbed Matt’s erection, eager to feel the thick, heavy organ in his hand and then in his mouth. Catching himself in time, he gave the tip of the cock two quick, timid taps instead.
“Maybe later,” Haku squeaked. He forced a weak laugh and turned back to the exam papers. “Work is important, too.” Comparing the first test in the stack with the answer key, he began to mark off the correct responses. His one hope was that the monotonous work would distract his attention from the throbbing hard-on between his legs that wanted to be stroked now.
“Sure.” Matt knelt behind him and rubbed the back of Haku’s shoulders. “Later,” he whispered, kissing Haku’s neck as he dropped his hands down to the hem of Haku’s shirt and slipped underneath. Touching the naked skin at Haku’s waist, Matt caressed the taut muscles while his lips continued to stroke the side of Haku’s neck.
“Later is a relevant term.” Haku whimpered. So much for his resolve. He was still trying to grade the papers as he lifted his ass off the floor and pushed back into Matt’s body. The curve of his rear rubbed against his lover’s rigid cock, and he sucked in a shuddering breath.
“You can keep working,” Matt teased. “I’m not holding your hands down.”
“Right.” Haku swallowed. His hands were on autopilot, marking off answers and writing grades even though his brain didn’t register a damn word he was seeing. His awareness was solely on Matt’s touch and the physical heat of his body as it brushed up against him. Slowly, Matt worked the ties open at the front of Haku’s pants. Pulling the loose cloth down, he exposed Haku’s backside and positioned the head of his slick penis at the opening.
Gasping as he stretched around the shaft, Haku pushed back. Behind him, Matt gasped and thrust forward to keep the pace. Haku gripped the edge of the coffee table for leverage as his body rocked in time with the movement. Some of his highlighters started rolling off the vibrating table, and he tried to catch them. “Wait ‑‑ my pens.”
Matt reached over from behind and shoved them all off. “Better?” he panted, his hips never missing a beat.
“Oh, yes,” Haku hissed. He closed his eyes, completely lost in the sensation of Matt’s cock filling him deep inside. Matt took Haku’s aching erection at last and stroked the hard length with a firm hand, sending a spasm of pleasure through Haku’s body. “God, yes…”
Suddenly Matt stopped, one arm wrapped around Haku’s waist and his other hand still gripping Haku’s cock. He slid his fingers down with agonizing slowness until he reached the base and gently squeezed.
“Oh, God, Matt. You’re killing me,” Haku whispered as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through him. Surely he was dreaming, surely Matt’s own cock wasn’t swelling and lengthening within him. “Maaatttt.”
Haku’s whisper turned ragged, and he felt his pulse quicken, the blood trying to rush to his cock finally settling deep in his tightly drawn up sac. He shivered at the press of Matt’s lips on his neck and trembled at the teasing bites of Matt’s teeth.
The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled as Matt sucked his neck roughly, causing that weird painful pleasure again. Oh, shit, he’d have the hickey from hell tomorrow.
Without warning Matt stood, his arms tightening to lift Haku with him. “What the ‑‑” Haku’s words changed into a frustrated groan as Matt’s cock slid free, leaving him empty and aching with need. “Matt…”
“Discover what a true erotic experience is,” Matt said softly as he gripped Haku’s shoulders and turned him around.
Haku swallowed hard, afraid that he was in a dream. There was something different about Matt. Some unusual edge to the familiar desire burning deep within his blue eyes. Without a word, he seized Haku’s wrist and dragged him to the bedroom.
“Lay on your side.”
Haku swallowed again, though his mouth had nearly gone dry. Did Matt have an accent just now? Heart pounding, his body trembling with both anticipation and uncertainty, Haku lay down, turned onto his left side, and waited. The bed creaked, the mattress moving with the press of Matt’s weight as he climbed on. “Matt?”
“Don’t speak, just feel.”
“Oh, God…”
Matt’s large, strong hand slid up the length of Haku’s thigh, his touch eerily warm. He gripped Haku’s hip, making him wince, then slid his hand back down to lift Haku’s leg. He shifted him, pulling him back so that Haku was open, waiting.
“Tell me what you want,” Matt whispered again, his lips brushing Haku’s neck, his hot, wet tongue darting out to flick back and forth against the tiny diamond earring in the lobe of his ear.
“I want you.”
Matt bit Haku’s ear hard enough to make him cry out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck ‑‑ aaahhhh!”
Matt slammed into him, his cock impossibly hard and long and thick.
Absent were the usual tender kisses, the firm, yet loving, caresses. This was fucking. Hard and fast. Bone-jarring, body-aching fucking. Matt’s shaft was still slick, but the friction was there in full force, almost searing Haku’s passage with each pou
nding thrust.
He couldn’t move because of the way Matt had him half pinned, and he didn’t care. He wanted to be taken this way, used, brought to the brink so quickly that he knew he’d shoot off the minute he touched his cock. Haku tangled his fingers in the tousled blanket until they ached, loving each fierce thrust that jarred him inside and out.
“Yes,” Matt breathed into Haku’s ear. “This is erotic pleasure as you’ve never experienced.” He laughed softly, sending a jolt through Haku’s body that settled in his groin. He tried to move, but Matt kept him pressed down to the mattress. The gesture was too domineering, too forceful.
“What the hell is going on?” Haku panted, his enjoyment fading fast. He didn’t like this feeling of being dominated, or any of this rougher play at all. Matt knew it. “Get off of me,” Haku said through clenched teeth.
“Don’t forget the invitation,” the man kissed Haku’s earlobe. “I’ll be waiting.”
The pressure eased off of Haku, and the thick cock wedged deep inside of him slipped free. Panting, Matt collapsed on to the mattress beside him and Haku pulled away.
“Matt?” he asked shakily, breathing in short, ragged gasps. It certainly looked like his lover, down to the faded sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose. But Matt looked pale, and a shiver ran through him as if he was cold.
Lifting a shaky hand, Matt rubbed his eyes. “This is weird.” He sat up slowly with a small whimper. “I’m not feeling so hot. Kind of nauseous.”
“Are you for real?” Haku clutched at the bed sheets, his tone sharp.
“Yeah.” Matt rested his forehead in his hand. He wobbled in place and then toppled back onto the bed with another groan. “Did I pass out in the living room or something?”
Haku sucked in his breath. “You don’t remember anything.”
“That stupid ass cream puff comes to mind okay.” Matt cringed at the mention of food, then laughed weakly. “What did Cyn put in that thing?”
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