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Still, he was torn between being the friend Carlin needed right now, or being the lover he ached to be.

Carlin made the decision for him. Looking up at Matt with those cactus-green eyes, he pleaded, “Make me forget, at least for a little while.”

Matt could do that. “If you’d like to stay, I’ll do my best to make you forget about everything else but this attraction between us.”

“Yes please,” Carlin whispered as he leant closer. He licked his bottom lip, leaving it glistening, a temptation Matt couldn’t resist.. Matt swooped down and captured the slick pink flesh with his teeth, scraping it gently then sucking Carlin’s tongue into his mouth. He slid his hands down to Carlin’s ass and lifted the smaller man onto his lap.

Carlin whimpered and clutched at Matt’s shoulders, his fingers curling around Matt’s muscles. Matt’s hips jerked reflexively, his dick riding the crevice of Carlin’s bottom. Carlin’s erection bumped against Matt’s stomach, smearing a trail of pre cum on his skin.

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kept his gaze locked with Carlin’s as he dug the condom from the pocket he’d seen it in the first time he’d opened the wallet. Matt plucked the package out and stuffed the wallet under a pillow.

“Put it on me,” he ordered as he handed the rubber to Carlin.

Carlin took the package then hesitated as he started to open it. He frowned and looked at Matt. “I don’t suppose you have any lube?”

“God damn it!” Matt wanted to punch a wall, he needed to fuck Carlin so badly. “I’ve never had any need for it. Even before I realised I was interested in men, I didn’t fuck around with many women. Shit!”

Carlin’s look of disappointment flickered then lifted completely. “Lotion? Vaseline?

Hell, olive oil or butter will work, I don’t care. Just want you to fuck me.”

“You can use…” Matt trailed off as images of him licking butter off Carlin’s cock popped into his head. “Oh fuck, fuck, I think I wanna try the butter, but not right now.

Kitchen’s too far.” Matt rolled over until he could reach the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and took out the small jar of petroleum jelly.

“I hope this will do.” It wasn’t a name brand, but surely it was pretty much the same stuff.

“Perfect.” Carlin ripped open the condom package and gestured at him. “C’mere already.”

Matt scooted over until he was kneeling beside Carlin’s waist. He held the base of his dick while Carlin started to roll the rubber down his length, but Carlin paused and murmured, “Damn.”

Matt looked down and saw the ugly red scar on his stomach. He started to cover it, but Carlin slapped his hand away.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” Carlin snapped. “That’s nothing you should be embarrassed about. It’s proof of how strong you are, how determined, and I think it’s fucking sexy.”

“Oh,” Matt mumbled, his cheeks burning in a flush he could feel spreading down to his neck. “It’s ugly, so big and—”

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terror as a kid after hearing about Zeke Mathers’ assault, and I will not hesitate to teach you a lesson about dogging yourself when you should be proud of that scar.”

Matt didn’t know what shocked him the most, the fact Carlin had black belts, the fact he’d threatened to whip Matt’s ass, or the fact he obviously wasn’t repulsed by the ugly scar.

He didn’t know how to handle any of those revelations and so decided to tease Carlin instead of even trying.

“You do realise you just threatened a deputy, right? I could haul you in, put you in one of our nice cells…”

Carlin
laughed
!

Matt felt the dent to his manly pride and growled at the smaller man. Carlin only snickered then Matt gasped as he was flipped onto his back. He hissed as his scrapes and gouges smacked against the mattress.

“Oh shit! I forgot!” Carlin looked at him with a panicked expression and tried to scoot off him but Matt grabbed his trim hips and held him in place. “I’m sorry, I swear I was just teasing.”

“It’s fine,” Matt assured, “just a little sting is all, but since you’re already on top of me…”

Carlin went from repentant to smug in a heartbeat. “Well, if you’re sure you can handle it.”

Matt responded with a grunt as he thrust his cock against Carlin’s.

“Yeah, you can definitely handle it.” Carlin sat up and reached for the petroleum jelly.

He removed the lid then scooped out a couple of fingers full of the jelly. “Here, you get to put the lid back on.”

Matt took the container and the lid and quickly sealed the stuff back up. He sat it on the bed then gave it a shove, sending the petroleum jelly rolling off towards the pillows. When he turned back from watching the container roll away, Matt’s breath rushed from his lungs like he’d been kicked in the gut by his sister’s horse. Carlin had his head tipped back, his mouth gaping open, his legs spread as he kneeled over Matt—and a finger shoved deep into his ass.

Matt’s mouth and throat dried out as if he’d swallowed a mouthful of sand. “Can you…?” he croaked, then gave up and made the same twirling gesture he had earlier.

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Carlin grinned and repositioned himself so Matt had an unobstructed view of the action. He’d never been any good at just watching when there was something fun to do, and now wasn’t any exception. Matt sat up and grabbed Carlin’s hand, pulling his finger out of his opening.

“I want to do that.”

Evan as Carlin agreed, Matt was already swiping his fingers over Carlin’s, coating his fingers with the petroleum jelly. He brought the tip of his finger to Carlin’s hole then glanced from the tempting dimple to Carlin’s face.

“You’ll tell me if I fuck up?”

Carlin snickered and thrust his hips back, sinking Matt’s finger into that tight, hot ring.

“I’ll tell you
before
you can fuck up. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, then get them out because I’ll be on your dick as soon as you’ve stretched me.”

“Good enough.” Matt slid his index finger as deep inside Carlin as he could and moaned as silky hot walls rippled around the digit. To think his cock was going to be buried in that tight heat very soon… “Damn, I didn’t know it’d be like this.”

Carlin wiggled his hips and clenched his buttocks and Matt’s desperation to be inside the man nearly overwhelmed him. He pumped his finger in and out, nearly stopping when Carlin hissed.

“What’d I do wrong?” Matt asked, trying to quell his disappointment. If he’d hurt Carlin…

“Nothing. You did it right, found my prostate, mmm. Do it again, two fingers this time.”

Matt’s balls snugged up to his body, Carlin’s throaty purr nearly undoing him then and there. He slowly worked two digits into Carlin’s hole and tried to remember where he’d touched that had made Carlin feel so good. Curling his fingers, he brushed over a small nub about the size of a walnut and Carlin bucked and moaned.

“Fuck yes! Right there! Oh my God!”

Matt grinned as Carlin continued to babble and curse. The man was too cute for words, not that Matt would tell him so. Carlin was likely to do something painful to him.

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hard, filling himself with Matt’s fingers with enough force Matt felt the impact all the way up to his shoulder.

“Now, now, now! Get them out!”

Matt tried to remove his fingers gently but Carlin wasn’t having any of it. He scrabbled forward over Matt’s knees then flipped around and straddled Matt’s groin. Matt gripped Carlin’s slender hips as Carlin lined Matt’s dick up with his hole. He was torn between watching Carlin’s expression, or watching the joining of their bodies, but lust overpowered the gentler emotions and he stared, holding his breath as Carlin slowly lowered himself onto Matt’s dick.

“Uhn,” Matt grunted as his cockhead stretched Carlin’s guardian muscle wide then sank into the tight velvety heat. Matt’s eyelids fluttered, his eyes crossing as Carlin’s ass enveloped his shaft entirely.

“Gonna ride you hard and fast, make you scream,” Carlin promised, and Matt could do nothing other than believe him because Carlin rose up, his inner muscles clamping and massaging Matt’s dick all the way to the crown, then Carlin promptly slammed his ass down, his balls smacking Matt’s bush. “You better hang on, honey.”

Matt tried, but Carlin’s skin was as sweaty as his own, and Carlin was doing as he promised, fucking himself on Matt’s dick with quick, hard bounces that were rapidly shoving Matt towards climax. Matt closed his eyes and screamed, just as Carlin said he would, when Carlin’s clever fingers pinched and twisted Matt’s nipples. Matt grabbed at Carlin’s hips, his thighs, finally found his long, thick cock and fisted it.

“Fuck, honey, tighter, jerk me harder!”

Matt cracked his eyes open enough to see Carlin’s fierce expression, his brow furrowed and a grimace twisting his lips as he rode Matt even faster. Matt stopped worrying about gripping Carlin’s dick too tight—the man would have no problem telling him if he did so. He grasped the fat stalk and stroked. Carlin screamed and hunched over as cum sprayed onto Matt’s hand and belly. Matt’s dick was squeezed so hard he couldn’t thrust as Carlin came.

Sharp stinging pain speared out from his nipple and Matt shouted, Carlin’s bite sending him over the edge. Matt arched into the pain as universes collided, setting off a brilliant explosion of white lights that blurred his vision, turning it into a haze of bright flashes.

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Matt slowly came out of his orgasm-induced lethargy to find himself covered by Carlin’s hot, limp body. His softened cock slipped from the tight confines of Carlin’s ass, drawing a moan from him and a whimper from Carlin.

“I should get up and get a cloth or something,” Carlin rasped sometime later. Matt tightened his arms around his lover and nuzzled his soft blond hair.

“Later.” Right now he just wanted to hold Carlin while he could.

* * * *

Matt woke up to the sound of someone pounding on his front door. A glance at the alarm clock showed it was almost eleven PM, too late for anyone to come visiting. He carefully slid from the bed as Carlin mumbled incoherently and curled up on his side.

Carlin’s normally stylish hair was sticking up all over the place as a result of them collapsing into bed fresh from a round of shower sex. Matt had bemoaned the fact they only had one condom, but Carlin’s talented mouth had quickly sucked the disappointment right out of Matt.

Whoever was outside started pounding again, and Matt cursed quietly as he dug some shorts out of his dresser. If they woke Carlin up with that racket, Matt was going to make them regret it. The poor guy was exhausted, and no wonder with the shit he’d been through, not just the past few weeks, but for the past several years. Matt couldn’t imagine having his only parent suddenly becoming schizophrenic. He wouldn’t even wish that on his dad, not that he knew who that was. His mother had never been willing to fill in that blank on his birth certificate. Shelly’s, either, for that matter.

Matt pulled up his shorts and darted out of the room as his front door was pummelled again. “Fucking hell, this better be an emergency,” he snarled as he unlocked the dead bolt and pulled the door open—to find his mother and Shelly standing on his porch gaping at him. Matt glanced down and winced. Carlin liked to bite and mark his skin, and Matt damned sure liked to let him. Most of the places on his chest that weren’t too furry were smattered with purple bruises.

“Shit!” Matt slammed the door and twisted the deadbolt then ran back to his room.

Carlin was sitting up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned.

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“S’mthin’ wrong?” Carlin asked in a thick, sleep tinged voice that Matt’s dick ardently approved of.

“My mom and sister are here,” Matt huffed as he found the biggest T-shirt he had. “I kind of opened the front door without a shirt on.”

Carlin blinked, his confusion evident in his expression. “Whas…what’s that got to do with anything?”

Matt finished poking his head through the hole but held the hem of the shirt up as he faced Carlin.

Carlin blanched, his already big eyes widening even more. “Oh. Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” He paled even more as the pounding on the front door resumed. “Are they usually so…persistent?”

Matt pulled the T-shirt down, pleased to see it covered his erection. “Nope. I figured they’d hear that you were here with me. Probably the neighbours called Mom when I didn’t take you home early enough for their nosy asses. Fucking gossip mill is unbelievable.”

Carlin looked so miserable Matt had to give him a quick hug. “It’s fine. I know the way this town works, and I don’t give a damn who knows that I want you.”

“But—”

“Nope,” Matt snapped. “You’re not gonna get to feel bad about this. I’m the one who brought you here, I’m the one who asked you to stay, and I’m the one who knew the consequences.”

Carlin started to crawl out of the bed. “But you have to live here. I don’t want people making your life hell over this.”

“I
choose
to live here,” Matt corrected. “And people can’t give me what I refuse to accept. Come out if you want to, or stay in here. Whatever’s easier for you. I best get the door before they tear it off the hinges.” Despite the confrontation he knew was coming, Matt smiled and winked at the stunned looking man in his bed.