Page 143 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

And then he moved .

And then it was over, and he was left taking a drunken stumble backward.

When he looked up at Nick, he saw something different. There was none of the panic and fear of the night before. It was replaced instead by naked want and lust. It was an expression he had never seen on Nick’s face, and he’d certainly never seen it aimed at him.

“Happy?” Nick asked, voice low and rough.

Matt let out a shaky laugh, reaching up to touch his bottom lip thoughtfully. In truth, he didn’t know what he was feeling. It felt so similar to the lust he’d felt in the past, but it was so different. Not because it was a guy he suddenly felt desire for but because it was Nick .

It was somehow weird and comforting, different and familiar. He had asked, and he had received. It had been a key in the lock, making the walls in his head fall away with a cascading crash that had his head spinning.

“Never knew you were such a good kisser,” Matt said, closing his eyes.

“Am I now?” Nick asked.

Matt felt a ripple shudder through him at the husky tone. How the hell had he never heard Nick sound like that before?

Matt laughed lightly, stepping back to sit on the arm of the couch. “Yeah, you are. I can say that confidently now I’ve had personal experience. Is it,” Matt began, clearing his throat. “Is it all like that?”

Nick cocked his head. “Is what all like what?”

Matt laughed throatily. “Is everything past the kissing as...mind-blowing?

“Mind-blowing, huh?”

And there it was, the return of the fear, the worry. He could hear it in Nick’s voice. Matt looked up, seeing the uncertainty flit over Nick’s face as he turned his eyes to the floor.

“Yeah, mind-blowing,” Matt affirmed, hoping he sounded as confident as he felt.

“It can be,” Nick said quietly.

“Can be?”

“You’re telling me you’ve never been with a woman and had it be mind-blowing?”

Well, he certainly had, though he couldn’t say he’d ever kissed a woman and been left dumbstruck and wanting more with every inch of his being. So there were definitely differences, but he saw the logic.

“In a way,” Matt admitted.

“Same thing, really. Only difference with a guy is there’s less tits and more dick.”

The bluntness had Matt snickering. “Easy as that, huh?”

Nick looked up, pupils swollen, looking terrified and enthralled. “With you? It’s so goddamn easy and so goddamn hard.”

The easy joke about hardness disappeared in the face of Nick’s earnest plea.

In a moment of insight, Matt understood what they were doing, what they had done, and what it could all mean.

It could be everything Nick had ever dreamed of, or it could be the whim of a straight guy who was a little too willing to experiment.

And ah, how that last thought hurt Matt’s heart.

“I would have never asked you to do that unless I meant it,” Matt insisted.

Nick averted his eyes. “I know.”

Matt frowned, standing up and taking Nick’s face in his hands.

“No, you listen. I would not have asked you to do that if I didn’t think it was okay.

If I didn’t think it was right. If I wanted to find out if I was into dick, I’d have waited till we were back home and gone to the bar.

I didn’t ask because it was a whim or because I felt bad.

I asked because I wanted to feel you kissing me, to feel you wanting me. ”

Nick looked up, eyes wary. “Yeah?”

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. His back 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, like no one ever 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.

Lost as to what to say or do, Matt used the last of his strength to yank Nick toward him. Their lips met, and Matt realized what they had been missing this whole time, feeling the last piece of the puzzle click into place with such finality he’d swear he could hear it.

“Stay here with me a minute?” Matt asked, waiting for his limbs to start working again.

Nick brushed his nose against Matt’s, smiling gently. “Yeah, Matt, always.”

And that was all he needed as he allowed himself to sink into the moment, free-floating and content.