Uncle Paul had been doing some kind of fraternity pledge and they'd made them all walk down Main dressed like babies. No big deal for everyone else who was from somewhere else. Poor Paul instead had had to deal with photographic evidence and his picture on the front page of the local newspaper the next week.
Seriously, you couldn't do anything in this town without the entire family eventually finding out about it.
***
Matthew paced in the living room, checking things over again. It looked okay. He felt incredibly guilty about what he was going to do in his aunt's house, but since he'd had sex in his parent's house before, this wasn't all that different.
He wasn't going to tell her anyway, so it wasn't like anyone was going to find out.
He wasn't sure exactly when Rich would get here but it should be soon. Matthew took another look around the place.
He'd decorated the house with his aunt before she left for holidays. There was an explosion of greenery that filled nearly every nook and cranny in the place, but he loved it. Evergreen boughs spruced up the living room and the kitchen and were accented with red and green glass balls hung on the branches. The Christmas tree itself was a behemoth that nearly touched the ceiling. In fact, Matthew had had to cut off nearly a foot at the base of the tree for it to even fit inside the living room. The little bungalow didn't have the highest ceilings.
The tree was decked out with antique ornaments that he'd instantly fallen in love with. Heck, Aunt Adeline had even removed all the pillows from the couch and chairs in the living room and replaced them with Christmas-y ones. It was pretty cool.
A knock sounded at the kitchen door, startling him from his musings. Matthew frowned. Was that Rich?
He wandered through the hall and into the kitchen to spy the large figure standing on the other side of the glass panes. He opened the door.
“Merry Christmas,” Rich said as he walked inside and bent over to take his boots off.
“Merry Christmas to you, too. You obviously got off okay.”
Rich looked up with a grin as he unlaced his second boot and threw it beside the door and the other one. “I haven't gotten off yet, actually. Here's hoping, though.”
“Beast.”
The big bomber jacket was finally removed and thrown over a chair back before Rich studied him with a leer. “You know it.”
Shit, Rich looked good. He was wearing a burgundy dress shirt with a pair of black slacks. His face was clean shaven and he even smelled like he'd put cologne on. Matthew sniffed and wanted to roll over at the masculine scent. Nice. He definitely approved of this cleaned-up version of Rich.
His curiosity too strong not to ask, Matthew finally relented. “Why did you come to the back door?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Everyone knows you come to the back door. Only strangers come to the front. Besides, I've been here before, back when Sid was still alive. I was a kid at the time but I've got a good memory. Your aunt never liked anyone entering the front. And if she wasn’t your aunt I’d be making a joke about that right now. See how civilized I’m being?”
Matthew snorted. He was right about the doors, though. Matthew just hadn’t realized Rich had known that. Weird to think that Rich might know more about his family than Matthew probably did.
“You got the all clear?” he asked, instead.
“All clear. Test results came back and I do not have gonorrhea. Or anything else. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't. Well, no, that's not true, I'd still be here. But, I would have told you if anything had gone wrong.”
“Good.” He smiled at Rich and gloried in the quick grin that was returned. He’d already shared his own results with Rich, so they were good to go. He’d figured it wasn’t very fair asking Rich to produce results when he didn’t have anything to reciprocate with.
“You want a tour?”
“Where's your room?”
Matthew laughed. “Yeah, that's the most important part, isn't it?”
Matthew locked the door at Rich's back before nodding to the basement. “Aunt Adeline had the basement refurbished a few years ago so she's made it into a bit of a suite. I've been staying down there.”
“Cool. The last time I was here the bedroom in the basement was used for potatoes.”
“And all the rest of the veggies from the garden. I remember that from when I was a kid. Thank God she fixed it. There was a bit of flooding, and it ended up ruining just about everything in the basement. When they got the insurance in, she decided to fix it up. Which I'm glad for, because the only other room in the house is the one right off the kitchen. Do you know how early that woman gets up to make breakfast? It's bad enough I can hear her in the basement sometimes. I wouldn't sleep at all if I was right on the main floor.”
Matthew led the way down the basement stairs, turning left at the bottom and toward the bedroom at the end. He was slightly sad that the flooding had damaged his Uncle's space down here but things changed. Back when he'd been younger and they'd come up here during the summer Matthew had always snuck down into the basement and stood in his Uncle's tool room. Uncle Sid had plastered the entire wall with old calendar photos of nearly naked women holding wrenches and all sorts of other tools. It had made Matthew snicker like the little boy he was, even if he wasn't inclined to be attracted to any of the women.
On the other side of the stairs used to be his aunt's domain where she had kept her quilting supplies, although his uncle had still dominated with a collection of old baseball caps from the different vacations they'd either gone on or others had brought back for him. When Matthew was younger he used to put on the old ball caps, and imagine the adventures they’d had in each place.
Now, that was all gone and the wall between the two old rooms had been knocked out to make one giant space. The only furniture was a simple sofa and loveseat set up along one wall, both done in some kind of over-sized flower motif. Aunt Addy also had her deep freeze down in the basement, and he had to admit he’d snuck in there once or twice to grab some tarts or squares.
The final additions to the basement were a new bathroom and a small bedroom. He figured the lack of a kitchen didn’t quite qualify it as a suite, but he didn’t mind that too much. Heck, it wasn’t as if he had any actual plans to do his own cooking when he had his aunt who was more than happy to cook or bake him anything he craved.
He had to admit, it was a nice space. He'd been nervous when he first agreed to come up here and stay with her. It was one of those grin-and-bear-it moments when he realized he couldn't very well complain about it, but was afraid of what life might be like up here.
His bedroom was decorated in shades of blue, and he loved the space. A double bed was set under the small window that faced the gravel drive outside. The walls used to be wood paneling but had been replaced with smooth drywall in a creamy shade that was accented with a navy and cream plaid wallpaper border near the ceiling. The bedspread was a quilt that his aunt had made for him, to thank him for staying here. It was his favorite part of the room. Cotton, velvet, silk, satin and other types of material in every shade of blue imaginable had been combined into a breathtaking marriage quilt. He loved the quilt, and had every intention of putting it on his bed for as long as it lasted.
Matthew sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over a patch of midnight velvet. “So...”
“So, let's get to it. I want you.”
“Oh, thank God.” That was about as much as he could get out before Rich followed him down on the bed, pressing him into the mattress.
Rich studied him closely. “You're the only person I've ever done this for. The test, I mean.”
Matthew smirked. “I feel so special.”
“What are you gonna give me?”
“The knowledge that you don't have an STD.”
“Technically I gave that to myself. The least you can do is give up your ass or something.”
“Oh ho! So demanding. I like it.” That wasn
't even a lie, damn him. There was something freaking unbelievably hot about the rough, demanding mood Rich was in.
“Yeah? There's more where that came from.” Rich eyed him intently.
“Wait,” Matthew panted.
Shaking his head, Rich kissed his way down Matthew’s neck, running his cheek over his shoulder. “Talk later.”
Nearly ripping his shirt in half, Rich tore open the buttons, dropping the dress shirt on the floor behind him. So much for dressing up after he got off work. He'd figured that if he looked somewhat nice they could make this special.
Then those work-roughened hands were on his bare skin, and Matthew wasn't worried about clothing anymore. He whimpered, undulating under Rich. It felt like his skin was super-sensitized to every movement. Each drag of those palms sent pleasure winging through his body and made him eager for more.
The zipper on his dress pants was next. Matthew twisted, desperate to have his cock out of the cloth and that much closer to Rich.
“Fuck, Matthew. I want you so bad. I've been dying for this.”
A hot fist closed around his aching shaft. He almost came from the pleasure of feeling Rich’s skin against his. A flick of a nail to the top of his dick and he was moaning.
Rich placed an open mouthed kiss on his shoulder, pressing his teeth against Matthew’s skin. Flicking his thumb again, he circled the opening of Matthew’s cock with his talented digit. Oh, and that was—
“Rich, oh, oh, ah!”
His body collapsed, sinking into the firm mattress below. Well, geez. He should probably be embarrassed by how short that had been, but considering he was lying in a sated mess, he really didn't care.
Rich didn't seem to care either, judging by the impatience he showed as he pushed up to pull off his own shirt. It didn’t quite receive the same care Matthew’s had. Instead of just popping the buttons off, Rich definitely ripped the fabric. The sound of it rending penetrated the pleasure fog occupying Matthew’s mind. He smiled dreamily.
“No you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” Rich’s voice was tight.
Matthew lifted a hand to pet that lovely chest. Mmm, yes, he definitely liked what he was seeing.
Rich had to step off the bed in order to get his slacks off. Underwear and socks followed, and then he was gloriously naked and immediately back in Matthew's arms.
His brain was filled with the feel of Rich, the scent of him, the taste of him when he kissed Matthew’s lips. He moaned hungrily, wanting more.
Rich moved down his body, kissing and licking a path ever closer to Matthew’s groin. His own cock was perking up again, a feat that he didn't think was possible so soon after he'd just come so hard he'd seen stars. He might just die of pleasure before this night was over.
His pants were finally pulled all the way down his legs, and he was stripped completely before Rich came back to nuzzle at his dick. Matthew whimpered.
Rich’s lips were soft, his mouth wickedly erotic. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert to drive Matthew out of his mind. By the time he released Matthew’s cock with a pop, Matthew would have done just about anything for him. And considering he hadn't mentioned a condom yet, he might want to take a breather so he could think straight.
When Rich moved him so Matthew lay on his belly, he went willingly. When those hot lips brushed along his spine, he arched his back in offering. When his fingers brushed over Matthew’s ass, he moaned in passion.
“Please fuck me. Rich.”
“I plan to.”
A wet tongue brushed down his crack, teasing his hole. Matthew whimpered, clenching his fingers in the bed sheets. He inhaled deeply, biting his lip. Rich moaned hungrily, tasting him in a way that was driving him out of his mind.
He didn’t know where Rich got the slippery stuff, and if he allowed himself to think he might be alarmed that Rich had carried lube in his pocket during Christmas dinner, but wet fingers were suddenly brushing over his ass. One long finger sank into him, causing him to curl his toes and shake. Oh, this wasn’t going to last long if he wasn’t careful.
They were both panting harshly, but Matthew didn’t want this to end so soon.
Removing his fingers, a crackle of foil sounded in the room before a much harder and wider presence was suddenly at his backside. Matthew whimpered.
“This what you want?”
“Please, Rich.”
Rich pushed, sinking in to him. Matthew’s eyesight blurred and his toes curled right under. Holy shit, that felt good.
The man set a punishing pace, both of them too keyed up for anything else. Matthew moaned when a hard hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing in time with Rich’s strokes.
Matthew cried out, his cock jerking in Rich’s hold. Dimly he was aware of Rich joining him, shooting his seed into the condom with a muted roar.
Matthew collapsed, his head hitting the bed softly. The last thing he was aware of was soothing rough hands on his back. Oh, wow.
He managed to rouse himself later and nearly cried when he realized Rich was curled warmly around his back with an arm slung over his waist. Matthew wiggled in his hold, glorying in the feel of the bigger man surrounding him.
Oh, he had to be careful. This could get real serious way too fast if he didn't start thinking clearly. He hadn't quite counted on how nice it would feel to wake up in Rich's arms. Especially given how Rich hadn't exactly been warm and open since they'd met. He'd half expected Rich to take off in the middle of the night and leave him to wake up alone.
His wiggling must have woken Rich because the arm around his waist tightened briefly before a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. Matthew shuddered.
“Morning,” he whispered.
“Good morning. Do you know what time it is?” Rich asked sleepily.
Matthew peered at the clock on his nightstand. “Looks like it's just after seven.”
“Good. I have to be at my parents for lunch, so that's good.”
Matthew hummed noncommittally. “I can make you breakfast before you go.”
“I'd like that.”
He stretched in place, feeling Rich's body rub against his and just that quickly he was ready for another round. At least, his body was. He wasn't sure if his mind or heart was, so he decided they out ruled his body in this situation.
He was brought out of his mental revelry when he heard a loud sound from under the covers.
Should he say something? Hell, they were both men. “Did you just fart?”
“It’s not like I gave you a Dutch oven or anything.”
“You even think about doing that and I will castrate you." Seriously, there was just no need for that. Besides, how much of an ass did you have to be to fart and then hold someone's head under the covers?
He could just hear what Andrew would say about that. And speaking of Andrew, he was suddenly brought back to the conversation they'd had last night when he'd first gotten off work. He'd taken the time to call his parents and speak to everyone who'd been gathered for dinner there before sneaking in a quick phone call to Andrew and his family before he'd texted Rich.
With a sigh, he rolled over onto his back. Andrew hadn't exactly had the best news for him.
“What's up?” Rich asked.
Surprised he'd asked, but pleased nonetheless, Matthew turned to face Rich. He studied the sleepy look on the other man’s face and let his inner romantic squeal away at the sight of him in his bed.
“I talked to my friend, Andrew, last night. Before I texted you. He's the one I spent last weekend with in Toronto?”
Rich nodded in understanding.
“Anyway, he didn't have the best news for me. I can't remember if I told you, but a bunch of us are going down to Vegas in February. We've had the trip planned for months. We’ve booked a condo so we’re all going to stay together. It's just off the Strip by about a block or so, but it's equipped with laundry and a kitchen and sleeps more than a hotel room would so the pros outweigh the cons. Plus, Andrew said there's a shuttle bus tha
t takes you onto the Strip if needed. Anyway, apparently one of our friends had to cancel. He just told Andrew about it on Christmas Eve and to say Andrew's pissed would be an understatement. I'm pretty bummed too, especially since it affects me more than anyone.”
“How?”
“Kenny was the person I was supposed to be sharing with. Which means that I have to find the money to pay for his share and mine.”
“Bullshit. If he cancelled, then he should pay for it.”
“It's not that easy. He cancelled because his mom is really sick.”
“So?”
“Rich, come on.”
“Well, why don't you just get someone else to replace him then?”
“In two months? I know that's not exactly last minute but most of the people I know need more time than that.”
“I'd go.”
Matthew froze. So, for that matter, did Rich.
He studied Rich's face. “You mean you'd go if your friends asked you, or you'd go on the trip with me in February?”
“I actually meant the February thing. But, I understand if you wouldn't want me to go with you.”
“No, I would.” Matthew sat up, pulling the covers with him. Shit, he wanted him to go more than was healthy. “But, do you even have a passport?”
“Not right now. They don't take long, do they? My uncle got his in like a week when he went to Florida last year.”
Matthew tried to calm his racing heart. Rich wanted to go on holiday with him? Seriously?
“Why would you want to go? I mean, I want you to, I really do. It just surprised me, is all.”
Rich grinned ruefully. “Surprised me too. I don't know. I think a break just sounds nice.”
“Can you take the time off?”
“Family business, remember? There's always people who can step in and help out if we need it.”
“Are you serious or do you need to think about it? Because I really would love for you to come, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”
He could tell Rich was thinking about it, but the other man gamely nodded. “I need to make sure I can, first, but I think it would be fun. I've never been to Vegas. Never been outside of the country. Fucking sad, eh?”
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