Alex said it because like it or not, the two of them had become friends. Matt wasn’t perfect, but Alex certainly didn’t want him to get his head bashed in. Just thinking about it caused an adrenaline shot of fear to mix with the lust, making him light-headed from the combination.
“Are you?” Matt’s simple question cut through the tension in the air, his voice low with something that made every hair on Alex’s body stand on end.
“Am I what?” Alex asked, still trying to think past the dread and lust and booze all pounding through his bloodstream.
“Gay?”
Matt’s voice hitched as he said it. The fear of the moment had obviously caught up with him, the realization that he’d just set himself up for something so socially taboo he’d lose everything if it ever got out. Alex had never experienced that feeling. Not his first time, nor any of the encounters after. He’d known he was gay since he was old enough to know what it meant. There was no shocking moment when something that had been nothing but a forbidden fantasy suddenly became startlingly visceral and real.
This was always supposed to be Alex’s reality.
Alex answered him by setting the whiskey in the sand and then leaning over. Matt had asked for it, but he still jerked in shock when Alex cupped his cheek, softly, like a lover instead of a friend. He met Matt’s eyes, seeing the light orbs grow wide and terrified as the reflection of the flames danced in them.
Knowing Matt was two seconds away from freaking out, Alex pushed his hand into Matt’s hair, held him there, and kissed him. Matt’s entire body was tense, but he didn’t shove Alex away. Seeing that as a good sign, he licked at Matt’s lips, needing more than the chaste press of lips against lips.
With a guttural groan that went straight to Alex’s cock, Matt surprised him by opening for more, and Alex pushed in, eager to taste all of him. The heady flavor of whiskey on both their tongues only served to fuel the flames. The smell of Matt’s expensive cologne that still clung to his skin even after working all day, the sweat and sea salt on both of them: it was all perfect and masculine. Alex was never more grateful to be born gay than he was right then.
All the yearning chose that moment to surge to the forefront of Alex’s consciousness, and he found himself taking Matt’s mouth like he was made to own it. Fingers tight in Matt’s hair, he kissed him hot and hard, in a way no woman would.
MATT WAS OVERWHELMED. All his breath seemed to be trapped inside his chest. His entire body was tight in a way it’d never been before. It was as if Alex had just pulled the cap off a lifetime of frustration, and it was all boiling under the surface, begging for release. It was so intense, Matt felt like he was already half insane with it, and he needed an outlet.
He opened wider to the onslaught of Alex’s mouth, letting him push his tongue in over and over, but all it did was make the tension more unbearable. He grasped Alex’s biceps, feeling hard muscles under his fingers. Everything about this was different and foreign, which was why he couldn’t understand being harder and more turned on than he’d been in his entire life. He was literally about to blow just from the feel of Alex tongue fucking his mouth and pulling his hair.
Their small pants and groans blended together because they were fueled by the same hard-driving need for more. It was like being in a car with no brakes. No one to say enough is enough is enough. It was bizarre and amazing and such a sexually-charged situation Matt felt something in him change from the force of his need, like a man destined to be an addict taking his first hit.
Then Matt found himself tense with anticipation as Alex stopped kissing him long enough to crawl over him. Breathing ragged, Matt looked up at Alex as he straddled him, seeing the dance of fire illuminate Alex’s handsome face in the night. He was breathless too, his bare chest heaving as he studied Matt for one hot moment.
Alex groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He let his head hang low as he continued to breathe in sharp, hard pants of desire, then pleaded, “Tell me to stop, Matty.”
With a shock, Matt realized
he
was the brakes. He was supposed to panic and stop this before it went too far.
Fuck that!
Matt reached up and fisted Alex’s light hair. He tugged him down, being more forceful than he’d dare with a girl. It made everything hotter, the sheer durability of Alex, the thought that he was probably dirty and kinky and didn’t think cum was nasty. He was strong. Handjobs probably didn’t make his arm tired. He wasn’t going to bitch when Matt accidently pulled his hair. He wasn’t going to get tired of sex. He was going to want as much of it as Matt—maybe more, because Alex’s nose flared from Matt’s bold mood. The lust pulsing off him was palpable as he let Matt jerk him closer until they were breathing into each other’s mouths. The pull was magnetic. They kissed again, and Matt wasn’t even sure who made the final move to bring them back together.
With only need against need, they were lost quickly, tongues brushing, teeth clashing as they swallowed each other’s harsh pants and moans for more. The longer it went on, the more aggressive Alex got. Which, Matt had to admit, was sort of nice.
For the first time in his life, Matt wasn’t expected to be authoritative and in charge. He could just stop thinking and enjoy the moment. He did just that, letting Alex take over the kiss, but he gave as good as he got.
Alex may have set the pace, but Matt met him step for step until the two of them were plastered together, bare, muscular chests pressed tightly, hot and sticky with sweat. Matt’s hips had started moving, blindly seeking release from the coiling pressure that had his dick painfully hard and his balls tight with the need to come.
Alex was doing the same thing, rutting into him as they kissed hard and frantic, his stiff cock brushing against Matt’s thigh. Then Alex lined up their lower bodies, and the entire game changed.
The need. The tension. The desperation.
That first brush of their cocks together through the material of their swimsuits turned the gauge on all of it. Matt’s heartbeat pounded in his ears from the tidal wave of sexual excitement that slammed into him so hard his entire body clenched with it. He was shaking, seizing Alex’s hips, eager to bring them closer together. It was a rough, almost violent clashing of their mouths and bodies, and Matt loved it.
When Alex finally broke away, he was breathing heavily, his breath warm against Matt’s ear. “You wanna try something different? Something you can’t do with a woman?”
All the air whooshed out of Matt as he groaned, “Fuck, yes.” Not even stopping to worry about what exactly he was agreeing to.
All he knew was he felt alive and sexual in a way he’d never been before this moment. No girl had stared at him like Alex did, predatory and hungry. Just the look in Alex’s whiskey-colored gaze running over him hotly, the flames dancing in their depths like a physical manifestation of the blaze that had risen up between them had Matt willing to go along with anything he asked.
Alex sat up, falling back on his haunches as he sat straddled over Matt. Then he pulled at the string to his suit and pushed it down, showing off the smooth plane of his lower stomach, the ridges of his muscles. There was no trail of golden hair and no tan lines, both of which Matt had noticed when they’d gone skinny-dipping Saturday night. Everything about Alex was beautiful and perfect, reminding him once again of those flawless men in magazines. When Alex did reveal his dick, it jutted up out of a neat patch of hair, making it obvious he did some serious manscaping. Matt would’ve smirked if he could think about anything but what Alex was showing him.
His stomach tightened in anticipation as he watched Alex stroke his long, cut cock all the while regarding Matt with that same heated, intense glare that made Matt feel exposed in the best way possible.
“Take it out.” Alex looked to Matt’s hard cock straining against his suit.
Matt pushed at the waistband, not bothering with the tie in his haste. Out of sheer desperation he stroked himself once he freed his dick, arching into his hand shamelessly with a groan.
“Check this out.” Alex fell forward, all his weight resting on one palm.
Their cocks brushed, bare and warm. Matt arched up in response, and Alex answered the silent plea by spitting on his other palm and then grabbing Matt’s dick. He stroked it expertly, his hand slick, sliding the full length before his thumb ran over the head.
Matt’s head fell back against the towel, even if a large part of him wanted to watch. The pleasure was molten, so overwhelming he didn’t see how it could get better, but then Alex lined up their lower bodies once more before fisting both their cocks, pushing them together intimately and then resuming his stroke. Matt nearly came from the sensation.
Yeah, he certainly couldn’t do
this
with a girl.
Alex’s hand was rough and calloused, but longer fingered and strong. The positioning was awkward at times. One or the other of them would slip out of Alex’s grasp because neither of them was small, but something about the fumbling just made it better. The silken rub of their cocks together was so incredibly hot Matt knew he was getting off on that more than anything.
He was moaning, his hips moving because the friction wasn’t quite enough when it was both of them. He was on edge, strung tight and aching. Then Alex started nipping and kissing his neck.
“I’m gonna blow all over you,” Alex growled into his ear at one point. “You like that, huh? The idea of my spunk all over your stomach?”
Fuck, yes, Matt liked that.
He turned his head to the side, giving Alex better access to say all the dirty shit he wanted, even if it did make the back of his neck hot. When Alex went from talking about what they were doing to what he
wanted
to do, Matt’s entire face was burning, but he didn’t want Alex to stop.
“Have you ever been fucked?” Alex asked, his voice raspy from the pleasure. “Ever let another guy have that fucking beautiful ass of yours?”
“No.” Matt used his grip on Alex’s waist to hold him tighter, half afraid he’d pull away when Matt admitted that he wasn’t nearly as gay as he was acting. He couldn’t think to articulate himself properly. He was too breathless, too tight with the pleasure that was building to the point he was mindless with it. Finally he panted, “Only girls,” hoping that’d sum up the extent of his experience.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Alex bit at the soft spot at the curve of Matt’s neck. It was hard, on the edge of too painful, most definitely marking, as if to leave a reminder before he said, “You keep teasing me, and I’ll be the one to do it. I won’t just fuck you until you come just from the feel of my cock stretching and owning your ass, I’ll make you like it.”
Something about the sound of Alex’s voice as he made the vow had Matt arching beneath him. He came in a searing flash of pleasure that actually had him shouting from the force of it. It was the worst possible time for it to happen. It made it seem like he wanted Alex to fuck him, which he didn’t, not really. He may have had thoughts about being with another man, but he was supposed to be on top.
His dick had other ideas, because it kept pulsing and shooting in Alex’s hand, bathing his stomach in the warm, sticky feel of cum. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard. He was still shaking with it when Alex let him go to jerk off solo.
Alex’s hand flew over his dick until his stomach clenched and his head fell down to watch himself come on Matt’s stomach, their cum mixing as it pooled in Matt’s belly button and rolled down the ridges of his abdominal muscles.
Alex had barely stopped coming when he crawled off Matt and then slid down his body. Matt gaped when Alex dragged his tongue over his stomach, licking up the evidence of their combined desire. Bold and unabashed, his eyes were on Matt, watching his reaction while he did it. It wasn’t a quick swipe either. It was slow and indulgent, as if he liked the way it tasted.
Matt grunted in shock, ’cause that was…
Disgusting… So
very
wrong… The hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Then Alex surged forward while Matt was still trying to get over his disbelief. He fisted Matt’s hair painfully, holding him immobile as he kissed him. Alex pushed his tongue into Matt’s mouth, forcing him to taste.
Before Matt could decide if he liked it or not, Alex pulled away and snarled, “Don’t start games you can’t handle, Tarrington. ’Cause if you start it, I’ll finish it.”
Matt knew he meant it as a threat. But with the taste of their cum in his mouth tingling on his tongue like forbidden fruit and the hum of his orgasm still throbbing through his body, it felt more like a promise.
Chapter Seven
Alex made a mental note to never again drink whiskey on an empty stomach. The awkwardness it created the next morning was a little too much to handle. Neither he nor Matt really knew what to say to each other now that they were sober and forced together in the tight, hot confines of the café’s kitchen.
This shift couldn’t get over fast enough as far as Alex was concerned, because he couldn’t believe he’d jerked off on Matt Tarrington—out in the open—where
anyone
could have seen them.
This had to be a new low in a sexual career that wasn’t all that sterling to begin with. Alex had done some seriously dumb, crazy shit for cock, but this was certainly at the top of the list.
Alex turned around, setting a plate next to Matt. “Grits. English muffin.”
“I got it. I’m literate, Hunter.” Matt’s voice was tense, almost irritated as he grabbed the ticket and looked at it. “This says over easy; you’ve got scrambled.”
“Fuck.” Alex groaned and grabbed the plate back.
“You’re off your game today,” Matt observed drily.
“Yes, thank you for pointing that out. I hadn’t noticed.” Alex scraped the scrambled eggs into the garbage, hoping Frank didn’t see it. “I’m hungover.”
“You were more hungover on Sunday, and you weren’t fucking up like this.”
Alex turned around to glare at him, but it was a mistake. The way Matt’s thin blue shirt clung to his broad shoulders was an issue for Alex. Seeing an outline of the muscles of Matt’s back didn’t do anything to help his concentration problem.