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Matt smirked, knowing he was speaking the truth. “I mean, I’m a little surprised by how much I want you in return, but hey, I’ve only wanted women up to this point. So cut me a little slack.”

And there it was, a look Matt was quickly becoming accustomed to. Knowing what he finally knew, he could recognize the heat in Nick’s eyes, the pull toward something more. There was the urge to cross the distance between them and kiss Matt hungrily. And yet, just like before, he watched Nick recede back into himself, resisting the urge and denying himself.

“No,” Matt whispered and kissed him.

It was like the first real kiss but so different. Now, he was the one pulling Nick close, parting their lips so their tongues could dance across one another. Heat and electricity flooded his body, coiling deep in his gut.

“Matt,” Nick groaned, his hands tightening around Matt’s hips.

He knew what came next. Of course, it did after such a heated return. His gut twisted as he realized it was up to him to give permission for the next step. For all that he had started already, Matt realized that what was to come was so much more. It would be stepping beyond what he’d probably done before, and it would be done with Nick.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Nick’s grip on him tightened, a flex of his fingers, but it was acceptance enough for Matt. He felt himself pushed back, allowing himself to be moved as Nick took over. Normally, neither was more in charge than the other, instead choosing to flow with the other, finding their way easily. And yet it was the same as he felt Nick’s hand slide down his front, cupping his groin.

There wasn’t much material between Nick’s grip and Matt’s cock, and he could feel the warmth of Nick’s fingers around him. He groaned, the noise springing from his lips before he could think twice about it. Heat pulsed through him as Nick’s fingers curled tighter, holding Matt firmly and giving a teasing stroke.

“Oh God,” Matt muttered, feeling the strength in his legs wobble.

Then he sat on the arm of the couch, unable to hold himself up. Nick looked down at him, eyes blazing with a combination of desire and heat, burning deep into Matt as he pushed his fingers beneath the waistline of his loose pants. Then warmth, skin on skin, and Nick’s fingers were stroking him, brushing over the head of his cock.

“Nick,” he said, his voice thick with need, heady with want and it made his head spin.

And then Nick was kneeling, somehow submissive and demanding, as he pushed Matt’s thighs apart. Gazing down, Matt could feel his heart in his throat as Nick leaned forward, nuzzling his thigh. His hand never stopped nudging Matt’s erection, pressing against the tip, stroking the shaft.

His breath was stolen from him as Nick hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged. A chill crept up his spine as the cooler air met the warm skin of his groin. It lasted only a moment until Nick’s breath, warm and heavy, gusted against his cock.

Matt’s head spun as he gazed down, watching the man, who had been his best friend for over a decade, inch his way forward. Blue eyes caught the sunlight streaming through the window, his pupils swollen in a sudden haze of lust. Matt panted, watching as Nick’s lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking gently.

A groan escaped his lips as the wet warmth slid further down, engulfing him. He had never considered himself porn worthy, but he wasn’t exactly used to deepthroating, either. It seemed Nick was quick to prove himself ahead of the pack, burying Matt’s cock in his throat and working his muscles in a way that had Matt’s eyes rolling back in his head.

His fingers clenched the thick leather of the couch’s armrest, breath sharp and heavy as Nick eased back, nursing gently on the head of his cock. A tongue swiped over the sensitive underside, drawing a shuddering moan from him. His fingers left the couch, finding purchase instead in Nick’s short hair. There was enough to hold tight, pulling him close as Nick bowed forward, taking Matt to the root once more.

Words escaped him as Nick eagerly drew him deep time and time again. Matt’s head whirled and sang with pleasure. Hisback bowed forward, shoulders hunched as he gasped, feeling the squeeze of Nick’s throat muscles around him once more.

It was like nothing ever before, likeno oneever before. Nick was eager and needy, desiring to see Matt to the very messy end without hesitation. Matt couldn’t begin to describe the noises from his lips and Nick eagerly bobbing before him. It was hands down the most erotic, passionate, demanding blowjob he’d ever received, and Matt made a mental note to ask where the hell Nick had learned all this later.

But then came the tightening, first in his thighs and then his waist. He couldn’t form words but tried his best, gripping Nick’s hair and gasping desperately. Habit had him warning the other man, knowing it was the polite thing to do.

The next sound he made was strangled and guttural as, with renewed vigor, Nick bowed forward and took him throat-deep again. Warmth and muscles gripped him, working vigorously to pull every last drop of pleasure from him. Even in his nearly blind state, Matt caught the meaning, come, and come hard.

So he did.

His back arched, hips pushing forward. There was no room to move, but he pushed forward all the same, making sure every last inch of him was buried in Nick’s throat. Matt cried out, feeling the pulse jolt through him as he shot deep, coming hard into Nick’s throat. The harsh cry became a low groan as he felt Nick’s throat muscles work tirelessly, drinking him deep and eagerly.

When it was done, Matt could only sag, bowing forward. Releasing his death grip on Nick’s hair, he placed his hands on the man’s shoulders and struggled to hold himself up. Without missing a beat, Nick pulled free, earning a weak gurgle from Matt at the sensation, before gripping hold of Matt and holding him up.

Nick’s voice was a gentle whisper in his ear. “Matt?”

“Okay,” Matt assured him. “I’m okay, oh God, am I okay? Just...need a minute.”

And good lord, Nick's chuckle as he slowly eased Matt onto the couch, letting him catch his breath. Suddenly, he was surrounded by the feel of Nick, his smell, and the press of their bodies as he was gently laid back. Matt swung his arm, holding tight to Nick and refusing to let go, desperate to have as much contact as possible.

God, he’d never known. How could he? The way Nick had felt against him, desperate and yearning, eager and demanding. Matt couldn’t even summon the shame at how short a time he’d lasted. No, he clung to Nick, holding him close and letting him breathe in the scent of him, deep and masculine, soap, coffee, and aftershave.

“Oh, shit,” he managed succinctly.

“Shit,” Nick repeated, staring at him intently.