Where You Least Expect It (16 page)

Matt knew Christian was anticipating a heavier workload during the upcoming Winter quarter. Their relationship was all still so new, Matt wasn’t sure how things would end up, but he was prepared to work around Christian’s schedule as much as he could. He met Christian by the bike rack after work on Tuesday.

“How were classes?” Matt asked, making a conscious effort to make sure Christian knew he was interested.

“Good. It’s going to be a lot of work.”

Matt picked Christian’s bike up and loaded it into the back of his truck before getting behind the wheel. “We can either go shopping or I can treat you to dinner to celebrate the new quarter.”

Christian stretched his legs out. “Let’s see, a home cooked meal or dinner out. I think I opt for eating out. If this quarter ends up as busy as I expect, I might as well take advantage of it while I can. How about Thai?”

“We can do Thai. Can I take you home with me later?”

Christian looked at him sideways. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

“Well, I’m hoping to get lucky.”

Christian laughed again. “Like I said, you better take advantage of me before I get sucked into studying constantly.”

“Are you still on track to graduate after Spring quarter?”

“Should be,” Christian answered before changing the subject.

Dinner was quick; Christian seemed just as eager as Matt to get back to the condo.

Christian dropped his backpack inside Matt’s door and turned for a kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that for hours.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get that you’re not ready to be out in public yet. It kind of makes me appreciate it more.”

“Until it starts to become an issue.” Matt knew in the back of his mind that it would become an issue at some point. He knew it wasn’t fair to ask Christian to hide their relationship; Christian was used to being out and would likely grow tired of pretending.

Christian cut into his thoughts. “Let’s not worry about it yet, okay? I think you were planning on getting lucky?”

“I’m hoping. It’s been since Sunday, after all.” Matt leaned down to kiss him, hands stroking Christian’s back and making him moan softly.

“Couch or bed?” Matt asked.

Christian pressed close. “Bed. More room to play.” Christian turned and picked up his bag, blushing. “I, um.” He bit his lip, “I brought condoms.”

Matt thought he might have blushed, too. “Oh. Okay.” Holding out a hand for Christian, he drew Christian into the bedroom. Christian followed easily, crossing to the other side of the bed and placing the condoms on the nightstand within easy reach.

Matt watched, vaguely amused at Christian’s embarrassment considering Christian was the more experienced one. Matt was less nervous than he expected.

Matt pulled the blankets back and knelt in the center of the bed, reaching out for Christian. He moved easily into Matt’s arms, smiling, but still blushing, letting Matt kiss him, pull off his T-shirt, and open his jeans, rubbing lightly at Christian’s erection. Christian moaned as Matt massaged the sensitive skin underneath the head.

Matt pushed Christian’s jeans and boxers down below Christian’s hips, rubbing and squeezing his ass.

Christian kissed him hungrily, tongue stroking Matt’s roughly, hips grinding against Matt’s. “Matt,” the word almost a plea.

“God, you’re fucking hot.” Matt pulled his own shirt off, tossing it over his shoulder. He grunted when Christian’s mouth landed on one of his nipples, sucking and licking before switching to the other one.

“Oh, yeah, so good, Christian. Love when you do that.” Christian rubbed his hand over the bulge in Matt’s jeans. Christian unfastened Matt’s pants, pulling them down, dipping his head and sucking gently on Matt’s penis. Matt groaned when Christian pulled off and lay down, stroking himself.

“Touch me, Matt. Please.”

Matt made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, dropping down half on top of Christian and kissing Christian, letting his hand roam across Christian’s chest and hips. Christian’s legs moved restlessly. Matt stopped what he was doing long enough to finish stripping both of them. He kissed his way back up Christian’s body, keeping most of his weight on his arms so as to not crush the smaller man.

He paused from kissing Christian long enough to say, “You have to tell me what to do, babe.”

“You’re doing a really good job so far.” Christian kept kissing Matt as he reached for the lube. “Watch me.” He pushed at Matt’s shoulders until Matt was kneeling between Christian’s legs.

Matt watched as Christian spread the lube on his fingers and pulled one of his knees up to give himself access. He reached down and slowly started stroking the skin behind his balls, moving further back and circling his hole before pushing one finger in.

Matt groaned out loud, enthralled by the sight of Christian lying with his legs spread, sliding a slick finger in and out of his ass, then adding a second finger along with the first.

Matt tore his eyes away from Christian’s ass to steal a look at Christian’s face.

Christian was stretched out on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest and belly. His eyes were hot as he watched Matt watching him.

Christian handed over the lube. “Slick your fingers.”

Matt fumbled with the tube, finally getting it open and spreading some of the cool liquid on his fingers. At Christian’s encouragement, Matt slowly slipped one finger inside Christian.

Christian moaned. “More. You won’t hurt me.”

Matt added another finger, slowly fucking Christian. Christian’s whole body jerked and he swore as Matt found his prostate. Christian started writhing, humping Matt’s hand as Matt moved gently inside Christian, not really knowing how much was enough or too much, using Christian’s movements and sounds as a guide.

His own cock was leaking and throbbing, aching to be inside Christian.

“Another.” Christian gasped.

Matt spread more lube and added a third finger, feeling Christian’s muscles flutter and clench around him. Matt moaned as Christian ground down on his hand.

“God, Matt. So good. Will you fuck me? Please, I want to feel you inside me.”

Matt stilled his hand, gently withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the box of condoms. He rolled one on quickly, the friction of his fingers on his dick making him moan.

Christian grabbed his legs behind the knees. “In me. Please.”

“Like this?” Matt leaned over Christian, lining his cock up and pressing in.

“Oh! Yeah.” Christian shifted impatiently.

Matt slid the rest of the way inside, holding himself still, feeling the incredible heat of Christian’s ass surrounding his cock. He found Christian’s mouth with his, sucking on Christian’s tongue hungrily as he started to thrust, slowly at first. Christian moaned into his mouth, meeting Matt’s thrusts. Matt felt Christian’s legs wrap around his waist, fingers digging into Matt’s back. Christian’s urgent movements pushed Matt to increase his speed.

“Fuck, yes, like that.”

Matt stared down at Christian, holding his weight on his hands and thrusting into Christian.

“Harder. Fuck me.”

“Fuck, fuck. Tight.” Matt started thrusting harder, faster, slamming his hard cock into Christian.

Christian reached down and started stroking himself in time with Matt’s thrusts, babbling about how good it was, how hot.

Christian’s muscles clamped down on Matt’s dick as Christian came, jerking himself furiously and shouting.

Matt thrust twice more before going still, his cock pulsing as he came.

Christian dropped his legs down, lying pliant beneath Matt. After tossing the condom, Matt collapsed next to him, both of them still breathing hard.

“That was amazing.” Christian gasped out.

“Fuck.” Matt wasn’t at his most articulate.

Christian chuckled. “So you wouldn’t be adverse to trying it again?”

Matt finally managed to turn his head and look over at Christian. He was a little bit stunned by just how good it felt to be inside Christian, somehow more intense than what he was used to, but he didn’t have the brain cells to figure it out just then. “We can definitely do that again. Give me about ten minutes.”

Christian laughed and rolled over toward Matt, lying his head on Matt’s shoulder and yawning.

Matt wrapped an arm around Christian, holding him close. “You’re okay?”

“More than okay. Did I mention that was amazing?”

“You might have.” Matt grinned, relieved that he hadn’t been too rough.

They lay there together for a while before Christian stirred. “I should get some reading done. Do you mind?”

“Nope. You going to read in here or in the living room?”

“Living room, I think. Want to keep me company for a bit?”

“You mean I have to move?”

Christian laughed and kissed Matt. “Yep.” He found his jeans and T-shirt, grabbed his bag and headed back into the living room.

Matt dragged himself from the bed, found his own clothes, and followed, settling next to Christian on the couch.

***

They quickly found their routine again. Christian spent most of his time at Matt’s, laptop and books taking up a semi-permanent place on Matt’s coffee table.

That led to the inevitable misunderstandings as Matt tried to incorporate Christian into his life.

“You can use the desk in the guest room to study.” Matt thought the offer was innocent enough and was surprised when Christian stiffened.

“I didn’t realize I was in your way,” he said flatly.

“I’m just trying to be nice, Christian.”

“No, don’t worry about it, I can leave.”

What the hell? “When did I say I wanted you to leave?”

“You said you don’t want me studying in your living room.”

“No, damn it, I didn’t say that! I said I can set up the fucking den so you can study in there so you have some quiet and not get distracted by me or the TV or whatever.”

“I — oh.” Christian blinked and tilted his head. “Really?”

It was impossible for Matt to stay mad when Christian looked at him like that. “Really. I like having you here, Christian.”

“Oh. Okay. Sorry. I’m not usually such a freak. Um, is it okay that I like staying in here with you? I mean, I might change my mind, but I like the company.”

Matt kissed him. “I like it too.” Matt settled back on the couch with his book while Christian went back to studying.

***

As Matt found himself spending several nights a week and most weekends with Christian, he spent less time with Sam and Alison, although he still took regular coffee breaks with Alison. She never mentioned the fact that he was even less social than normal, nor did she raise the question of his friendship with Christian again. Sam, oddly enough, pressed Matt less frequently about going to parties and didn’t argue when Matt said he had plans.

It was clear from their conversation at New Year’s that Sam thought Matt had a girlfriend. Even as private as he was, Matt hated keeping things from Sam. He felt like he was sneaking around, which was exactly what he was doing. His relationship with Christian was the first serious thing Matt had ever withheld from his best friend.

Matt also knew Christian was starting to realize something was troubling him when Christian crawled into bed at one-thirty and Matt was still awake.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Christian curled up along Matt’s side and kissed his shoulder.

Matt shifted and put his arm around Christian. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Matt nuzzled Christian. “Maybe you can help.”

“Hmmm,” Christian almost purred. “You mean by doing something other than making you talk about why you’re still awake.”

“Maybe I was waiting up for you.”

Christian grinned and leaned over Matt, stroking Matt’s hair. “Yeah? You miss me when I’m not in bed with you?”

Matt tried to hide his smile. “Maybe.”

Christian giggled. “Well, I’m here now.” Christian kissed him, making Matt forget his stress for the moment. Christian settled more firmly against him and kissed Matt with great thoroughness, slowly licking and sucking on his lips, his chin and jaw, taking great care to make Matt melt into the kisses.

Matt let Christian lead the kiss before starting to kiss back just as slowly. He stroked his hand slowly up and down Christian’s arm, feeling firm muscles underneath incredibly soft skin. He sucked along Christian’s jaw, reveling in the freedom to do this, to lie in bed and just kiss and touch without any pressure or expectations.

Christian kissed his way slowly along Matt’s neck and chest as his hand wandered lower.

“Christian,” he moaned softly, legs moving restlessly.

“Yeah, honey?” His fingers trailed lightly through Matt’s pubic hair.

Matt groaned. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Christian sucked on his rib cage. “Uh-huh.” The hand that was torturing him moved to his balls, making Matt gasp as Christian rolled them slowly. “I think I turn you on.”

“God, yes.” Matt wasn’t sure if he was responding to Christian’s words or touch.

Christian pushed the blankets the rest of the way down so he could continue the journey with his mouth along Matt’s navel and hip bones. Finally, he relented a little and licked a wet stripe up the length of Matt’s cock, pulling more moans from Matt. Christian teased the slit, licking up a drop of precome.

Watching Christian suck him was still one of the hottest things Matt had ever seen. Enjoyment obvious, Christian made sure Matt got a good look at his cock sliding in and out of Christian’s mouth before beginning to suck in earnest, taking Matt deep and swallowing. Matt moaned and placed his hands on Christian’s shoulders, slowly thrusting in and out. He wanted to make it last, but it was so good that he felt his balls pull up as his orgasm crashed through him.

Christian kept sucking until the last of the aftershocks had subsided. When Christian kissed him, Matt could taste his own come in Christian’s mouth, making him moan. “God, that’s hot.”

Christian grinned and kissed him again as Matt reached for Christian’s cock only to find it already soft and sticky with come.

He stretched his neck so he could look at Christian. “Were you humping the bed again?”