Matthew & Luke: Untitled 3




Rate: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: Matthew is jealous and gets a late night visitor.

Word count: 1667


Luke smiles back and walks into Matthew’s house.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.” He says and points at the towel skirt.
“Oh,” Matthew tugs carefully at the fabric. “No, not at all.” He gestures for Luke to follow him into the living room and leads the way. He sits down on the couch and noticed that Luke has stopped half-way.

“Are you going to ask how it went?” He asks. Matthew takes the remote control from the table, playing with it in his hands.
“Um, yes. I just assumed it went well.” He says. “The text.” He reminds.
“Yes, that. We had quite the laugh at it.” Luke smilingly says and takes a step towards the couch.

“But we didn’t leave the café, if you want to know.” Luke says. Matthew can’t tell if Luke is sad about that or not, he seems very collected and mischievous. “We decided it was best to leave it there.”
Matthew fights the smile he feels coming to his face. He doesn’t even understand why he would want to smile now.

“I’m sad to hear that.” He says.
“I’m not.” Luke says, walking over to the couch. He sits down on the armrest. “I don’t want to be blunt, but maybe that kind of clothing isn’t made for sitting down in.” Luke says, barely able to control his laughter when Matthew jumps up to fix the towel, throwing the remote on the couch.

“Come here.” Luke says, gesturing with his index finger for Matthew to approach the last few feet between them. Matthew isn’t sure if he wants Luke to fix his towel, but he walks up to Luke anyway. He keeps his hands on his hips, eager to stay in control of the cloth.

Luke totally catches him by surprise, forcefully placing a hand on the back of his head and pressing his lips against his. It takes Matthew a second to react, but when he does, both his hands leave the towel, pulling Luke closer by the waist. Their lips explore each other, now neither of them taking it further. Matthew feels a hand on his chest, the touch soft as if to try and see if it can be there.

Matthew pushes himself against Luke’s hand, in return being pushed down on the couch. Luke follows, covering Matthew’s body with his own.
“Luke?” Matthew asks. He’s not really clear what it is he’s wondering, but this sudden development of events forces him to pause. “What are we doing?”

Luke moves up, straddling Matthew with the towel curved between them. Luke smiles, his hands massaging Matthew’s chest.
“You don’t like?” Luke asks, his voice different than usual, now much more teasing. He moves on top of Matthew. “It feels like you like. He says.

“I do. I do like.” Matthew pants. Luke has obviously noticed how excited Matthew is, but that’s not strange as the towel is no longer fulfilling any kind of purpose. “I’m just not used to you, being on top of me like this.” Matthew manages to say. Luke’s very subtle way of rocking his hips makes it difficult to form words, and the hands on his chest do nothing to help.

“Oh, I’m not top.” Luke laughs. He bends down to kiss Matthew. “But I’m very different here, with you naked, from what I am otherwise. You’ll see.” Luke winks and kisses Matthew again.

Their lips finally part and their tongues meet, wet and hot. Careful and groping at first, harder and more passionate after a while. Matthew is bewildered. Luke surely behaves very differently, and with that kind of promise, he doesn’t know how to act. Somehow he knows that he doesn’t have to know how to act, at the rate things are going now, Luke seems very keen on dictating the rules.

Matthew manages to free the towel, throwing it on the floor. He pulls at Luke’s sweater, but Luke removes his hand.
“But it’s not fair.” Matthew whimpers. “I’m all naked.”
“Yes you are.” Luke says. “And may I say, you’re doing quite a good job being naked.”

Matthew blushes and laughs nervously. Luke sits back up and their eyes meet.
“Do you have a bed?” Luke asks. Matthew nods. “Then you should show it to me.” Luke gets off Matthew, exposing his body. Matthew quickly picks up the towel, but before he can wrap it back around his waist, Luke takes it from him.

“No, no.” He smiles. “I’ll take this. Show me the way.” He moves out of Matthew’s way and gestures for him to walk.

They enter the big bedroom on the second floor, and Luke doesn’t spend much time getting them back to business. When their lips meet again their arms are around each other. Matthew tugs at Luke’s clothing again and Luke lets it happen this time. His sweater goes and his pants are unbuckled and undone.

Matthew slides his jeans down a bit, moving his hand outside of Luke’s underwear, caressing his side and his ass. Luke steps out of his jeans and back to Matthew. He moves both of them towards the bed, pushing Matthew down before removing his underwear and climbing on top.

Luke lowers his lips onto Matthews, resuming their kissing. Once he feels Matthew’s arms on his back, he continues down, kissing Matthew’s neck and throat. He strokes Matthew’s hairy chest, barley touching the skin, enticingly tickling the hairs. Matthew breaths heavier, throwing his head back into the mattress.

Luke kisses his belly, his hands still on the chest. He moves downwards, moving on to kiss Matthew’s groin and inner thighs. He lifts his head, looking at Matthew, also looking up. Their eyes meet and Luke breaks out into a smile, also causing Matthew to smile.

Luke bends his head back down, taking Matthew’s already hard erection into his mouth. Matthew gasps for breath and pushes his lower body up against Luke, who places his hands on Matthew’s hip, pushing him back against the mattress.

Matthew’s mind races, although it’s hard to concentrate. Not only did Luke just waltz into his house to sleep with him, he is now also doing a very good job doing what he does. Matthew feels Luke’s hand moving over his body, the wet tongue and hot lips sucking and licking. When they are removed Matthew moans.

“No, don’t stop.” He complains. Luke chuckles and kisses his way back up to Matthew’s face, and again they are caught up in a kiss.
“Don’t worry, we’ve only just begun.” Luke says into Matthew’s ear, his warm breath sticky on his skin.

“Yeah?” Matthew says, catching on to the game. “What are we gonna do?” Luke sits up next to him, keeping Matthew in place with a single index finger on his chest.
“First we locate your stash of condoms and lube. I know you, you’re the type of guy who has a stash.” Luke says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Should I be insulted?” Matthew says. “Whatever,” He says when Luke bends his head. “In the bottom drawer.” He points at the bedside table. Luke laughs as he throws himself across the big bed, opening the drawer and looking through the stuff.

While on this stomach he feels a body half-cover his own. Matthew spreads one leg and one arm over him, kissing his shoulder. Luke puts some things next to them on the bed, turning a bit under Matthew to make them face to face again. Matthew moves a bit, placing them both on the center of the bed, with himself on top.

They kiss again, and suddenly Luke’s eyes are different. He smiles at Matthew, but the look between them is exchanged from awkward friend sex to pure lust. Matthew temporarily gets off Luke, ordering him to turn around. Luke willingly lies down on his stomach and Matthew moves back on top.

He gives Luke a kiss on the shoulder before taking one of the condoms Luke put on the bed. He takes it out and puts it on himself, seeing that Luke has moved his head to look at him. He moves down and covers Luke’s body with his own again, first using his fingers to prepare Luke of what’s to come.

He feels Luke move against his fingers, only slightly, to show that he is ready. Matthew slides his hands out, then slowly pushing himself back in. He hears Luke take a deep breath and then breath out when Matthew strokes his back. After a few seconds Luke pushes back against him, and he starts thrusting.

When they’ve started moving together, Matthew leans down. He kisses Luke’s neck and shoulders, stroking his back and arms. They move together like in trance, and when Luke starts moaning Matthew slides his hands under them, giving Luke only a few strokes to send him over the edge. Seeing Luke come under him brings Matthew along.

He crashes next to Luke, keeping one arms over his back. Luke looks at him, smiling as he tries to regain his breath.
“Do you wanna stay the night?” Matthew asks. Luke looks around the room, his eyes catching the digital clock.
“Yes, that’d be nice.”

Matthew smiles in reply, taking a deep breath as if to speak. He thinks for a while before speaking:
“What would you have done if I hadn’t been up for this?” He asks. Luke laughs at Matthew’s perplexed facial expression.

“You couldn’t have been more obvious, Math, and then when you answer the door wearing the tiniest towel on Earth, there’s really not much to consider.” Luke explains, reaching out to stroke Matthew’s face. He leans over, giving Matthew a quick kiss on the mouth.

“You know, if we’re gonna sleep here we might want to change the bedding.” Matthew says.
“Yes, but it’s no use just yet. I’m not finished with you.” Luke counters with a mischievous smile. “I have a plan.” Luke says, “I’m gonna find out if your earlobes are ticklish as well.”

Matthew & Luke: I love your place, part 2


Rate: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own a thang.
Summary: What's dinner with a friend?
Word count: 816
Let me know what you think - please. :D
Matthew points at his things and show Luke around the living room.
“You don’t have a TV.” Luke says after looking around.
“No, uh…” Matthew laughs a bit. “I don’t know how that happened. It’s not that I don’t have one. I’m just between two TVs, we can say.”

Luke inspects photographs on the wall. He recognizes some of the people in them, and can easily spot Matthew’s parents and sister.
“Is this you?” He asks, pointing at a small guy with a gigantic teddy beat. He feels Matthew walking up to him from behind, putting his arms around his waist.

“Yes.” Matthew replies. Luke turns in the embrace, making them face each other again. Matthew smiles before he lets his lips meet Luke’s. Luke feels the touch burn against his skin. He closes his eyes and again let his tongue meet Matthew’s. The contact is so gentle and yet so passionate.

Luke feels Matthew’s strong arms around him, a hand sliding under his shirt to touch his stomach. Matthew’s lips leave his, moist and cold, hungry for more. Matthew smiles, taking Luke’s hand and leading him into the next room, the bedroom. Luke opens his mouth to compliment also on the decorations of this room, but before he has a chance, his lips are otherwise engaged.

His hands are under Matthew’s shirt, exploring skin that he has never been allowed before. Matthew pulls of his own shirt, throwing it on a chair. Luke’s shirt follows, not sure if it’s he himself or Matthew that puts it there. His own very throbbing erection is begging to be touched, and when Matthew slowly moves his hand over the bulge on Luke’s jeans, they know it’s serious. There is no going back to friends fooling around.

Luke knows this is just what it is, it’s friends fooling around deluxe, it’s nothing more. That doesn’t bother him at all, it’s very clear that they are allowing this to happen this once, and nothing more. It’s unspoken but yet agreed on.

Their lips part again as Matthew continues to tease the bulge by drawing his finger over it, forming patterns on the fabric. Their lips are still close, their foreheads touching and their noses gently brushing against each other. They both smiling, letting know that it’s okay to continue.

Matthew uses both hands to unbuckle Luke’s pants, pulling them down only a few inches to caress the bare skin that it reveals. Matthew kisses Luke’s shoulder, his neck and his collar bone. He travels down, pulling the jeans with him bit by bit until they reveal Luke’s erection.

Matthew lands in his knees, his hands caressing Luke’s legs. He moves them up to Luke’s hips, planting kisses around his groin. Luke lets out a small moan, not sure if it would be okay to put his hand in Matthew’s hair to guide him the last bit, but instead making his request clear. Luke hears Matthew chuckle a bit before he takes his erection in his mouth.

Luke feels his knees get weak for a second before he can adjust to the new feeling. Matthew’s tongue plays on his skin and his fingers touch him ever so gently. Luke puts one hand in Matthew’s hair, carefully, not too put too much pressure. Matthew gently pushes his head into the grip, but doesn’t let his mouth lose contact.

Before he can really think, Luke feels himself pushed on to the bed, his wet groin cold from the air and the lost touch. Matthew climbs on top of him, their bodies just barely touching, a soft brush that sends tickles through their bodies.
“I guess you thought I was straight.” Matthew simply states. Luke doesn’t know what to reply. Whatever he says will just sound stupid. “Well, that’s the story we’re sticking to.” Matthew smiles, covering Luke’s mouth with his own.

When Matthew pulls away, continuing kissing Luke’s throat, Luke can’t resist asking.
“Why?” Matthew looks up, smiling thoughtfully before casually replying:
“Because it’s partly true. And really none of anyone’s business.” He looks as Luke to see if the answer is enough.
“And because it’s easier to score with hot chicks?” Luke teases.

“I’m not too sure,” Matthew chuckles. “You seem to have your fair share of those too.” Luke blushes and laughs at the insinuation.
“Well, I guess.” They exchange smiles and chuckle a bit at the thought.
“You’re very beautiful when you smile.” Matthew says, causing Luke to blush even more.

“Thank you.” He says. He lifts his head a bit to give Matthew a small kiss. “So are you.” Matthew lowers his body onto Luke’s, letting their lips meet again. Matthew makes a small attempt to part, but Luke’s hands quickly land on his back, keeping him on top of himself. He feels Matthew smile in their kiss and he can’t help but doing the same thing as well.

RSS 2.0