It’s where I come from.
It’s my destiny.
Coop had to catch his breath. He felt like he knocked the wind, and then some, out of himself. He was hollowed out and full at the same time. He gripped the microphone stand to ease his trembling fingers.
Holy shit.
The audience was only a few people, but they gave him a roaring round of acclaim. The look in Matty’s eyes was a lighthouse beacon. The room gave him a rapturous applause all the way back to his seat. Matty rubbed his forearm. “How are you doing? Still breathing?”
“I’m better than that.”
“What do you want to do now?” Matty asked. “Dinner?”
Coop shook his head no. He just had a breakthrough. He was on some type of electric high that not even touching a thousand lightning nods in a thunderstorm could replicate. He wanted Matty more than he wanted oxygen. “We have an apartment to ourselves for a few hours.”
* * *
The humof the refrigerator greeted them at Greg’s place. Coop’s heart pummeled his rib cage. He’d never been so nervous. His cock had been hard since they started walking back and wasn’t relenting. He took Matty’s hand, which nearly made him explode right there, and led them to the living room.
They sat on the larger of the two couches. Hands on knees. Facing each other, but afraid to really look. Coop figured he should make the move since he initiated it. But Matty must’ve also had that same idea. Their heads bonked together.
“Let’s try that again,” Matty said. He kissed him softly on his lips.
Matty’s tongue pried open Coop’s lips and maneuvered inside his mouth. Coop reciprocated and they had to remember to come up for air, but they didn’t want to. Lust and passion and need and want fought in a grand battle in the narrowing gap between their bodies.
Coop pulled away. He wanted to see the dilated pupils, the shiny lips. Matty took his breath away every time.
He leaned Matty back on the couch, resting on top of him. The heat of their chests and cocks could burn this place to the ground. He found himself grinding against Matty, his dick rubbing against his boyfriend through their jeans.
“Be careful,” Matty said playfully. “I want this to last.”
“Me, too,”
Coop balanced himself on top of Matty and ran his other hand up Matty’s shirt as they continued kissing. He felt the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. He pressed his nipple between his fingers. Matty moaned into Coop’s mouth.
They took off their shirts and flung them to the ground. Coop could feel the vibrations of Matty’s heart against his chest. His hard nipples brushed against Coop’s skin. Coop’s hands traveled up and down his boyfriend, feeling every inch of his upper body, from the curve of his neck to the drop from his rib cage to his stomach. Matty was a song he had to play on repeat and let consume him.
Matty raked his fingers through the slopes of Coop’s muscular back. Coop inhaled his clean scent. It was begging to get dirty.
As Coop kissed Matty and caressed his cheeks, he felt a pair of hands running over his abs and slipping into his pants, like a train barreling into a tunnel. They gripped his hard cock and played with his balls. Coop flinched slightly from Matty’s touch.
“Is this okay?” Matty asked.
Coop wrapped a firm hand around his wrists and pushed them further down. “Hell yeah.”
Matty couldn’t really jerk him off at this angle, so his hands mostly moved around his dick, letting friction do the job for him.
“Matty,” Coop said in a low whisper. “How far do you want to go tonight?”
He didn’t know what had come over him. All he knew was that he needed as much of Matty tonight as he was allowed. He had to feel as much of his body, of his heat, of his soul, as close to him as possible.
“I…”
“We don’t have to. I want it to be right,” Coop said.
“Me, too. I’m nervous, but I want to.”
“I’m nervous, too.” Coop’s heart opened up even more. He wanted to confess again. “I’m really nervous. But really excited.”
