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“Show me?” Matt asked in a low voice.

“Tonight?” Nick clarified.

“It’s just us,” Matt said.

And, oh, kissing him was the easiest thing in the world. He could taste the faint hint of scotch on Matt’s tongue. He could feel the way Matt folded against him, giving in to the moment without a hint of hesitation.

He could hardly break the kiss, but he allowed himself to be led into the house, stumbling through the front door with a thump and a crash. They worked to remove their hats and gloves, haphazardly kicking their boots away as they pawed at one another. At one point, Matt made a reedy little gasp that electrified Nick from head to toe. He had no choice but to pin the man against the wall beside the stairs, kissing him soundly and hard.

“Fuck,” Matt spat out, grinding against Nick.

“That’s kind of the idea,” Nick told him, pushing back.

“Then let’s get up the stairs and see if I’m right,” Matt hissed, pulling at Nick’s shirt.

“About what?” Nick asked, hesitating.

Matt’s eyes narrowed and he gripped Nick’s face. “Thinking, you’re always thinking.”

“It’s kind of my thing,” Nick reminded him.

“Drag me upstairs, Nick,” Matt hissed, fumbling with the button of Nick’s pants.

There was no way in hell Nick could resist a request like that. He did as he was bid, dragging Matt upstairs with him. He almost tripped over one of their bags in the middle of the room but recovered, twisted around and pushed Matt onto the bed instead. Matt hit the bed with a heavy bounce and yanked at his shirt without missing a beat, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

For a moment, Nick gazed down upon him, watching the miles of skin on display. There was a treasure trail of dark hair leading from the top of his stomach and disappearing beneath the waistline of Matt’s pants. Nick ran his fingers over it, barely noticing as Matt reached out to undo the zipper on Nick’s pants and give them a yank. That was until he felt warm hands shove into his underwear and grip him.

Nick hissed, almost stopping Matt but holding back as the other man fished his cock free. Matt’s eyes swept over the display held in his hands, and Nick groaned as he watched Matt’s tongue flick over his bottom lip eagerly.

Before he could wonder what the other man was up to, Matt leaned forward, closing his lips over the head of Nick’s cock. Warmth surrounded the thick head, drawing a faint noise of approval from him. True to his promise, Matt wasn’t the porn star, experienced man Nick had run into a time or two.

But it was Matt. It was him, running his lips down the length of Nick’s cock, not with hesitation born from worry but with the careful enthusiasm of someone who was unsure but determined to try. Nick’s head spun as he watched his best friend, and nowlover, bob forward, testing the lengths he could dive to, before backing away and sucking gently on the tip.

“Jesus Christ,” Nick muttered, eagerly running his hands through Matt’s hair.

He could easily come like this, with Matt’s lips wrapped around his cock and bobbing with all the passion and inexperience of an eager beginner. But he didn’t want that, and it wasn’t what he had promised Matt. With a low growl bubbling in his throat, he pulled Matt off his cock, kissing him soundly before he could protest. They fell backward, Nick pinning him to the bed as he tasted himself on the other man’s tongue.

“Fucking beautiful,” Nick hissed, shoving at Matt’s pants and underwear to get rid of them. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Matt arched his back, helping with the process. “God, is this what you’re like during sex?”

“With you?” Nick asked, yanking Matt’s clothes off with a jerk of his wrists. “Fuck, yes.”

He spared only a moment to yank his bag close and delve into the side pocket. When he found the bottle of lube, he tossed it onto the bed and dove down to kiss Matt again. The other man flailed briefly, figuring out where to put his hands and legs before yanking Nick down eagerly into his returning kiss. Heat radiated between them, and Nick spared a moment to shove at his clothes, yanking them off and leaving them wherever they fell.

Pushing them back, he placed Matt in the center of the bed, on full display. Kneeling before him, Nick snatched up the bottle of lube and cracked it open. Letting a healthy amount coat his fingers, he tossed it aside for later.

“Trust me?” Nick asked, chest heaving.

“Always.”

And because he couldn’t help himself, he gently eased the first slick finger into Matt while watching his face eagerly. There,Matt’s eyes widened as Nick’s digit slid in, not out of pain or shock, a little surprise, but Nick could see the intrigue there.

“Different,” Matt grunted.

“Wait,” Nick promised, hooking his finger as he slid deep enough, brushing the bundle of nerves when he knew he was in far enough.

Matt gave a low gasp, fingers clenching the bedspread. Only Nick’s other hand holding his waist kept Matt from completely pushing up. The grip around his fingers went taut, released, and tensed again. Grinning wickedly, Nick curled his finger to stroke once more, earning a deep shudder from Matt.