“You’re going to make me a beer drinker,” he jokes, swirling the bottle.
I rub his calf, massaging the muscles. “What’s your normal drink?”
“Vodka cranberry,” he answers, then yawns, stretching his mouth wide. “It doesn’t make me so tired.”
Matty always looks cute, but there’s something especially nice about his lazy smile right now. His eyes are half-lidded, and his underwear is scrunched up on his body as he dangles one hand down to the hardwood floor. I can see that he’s got a half-chub, which makes me stiff, too.
I’m not going to let myself reach out and tease his pink nipples, hard in the cool air. And I’m definitely not going to drag my hand up to his thigh again or slip it between his legs and back toward his hole, even though I really want to know what it feels like to touch him there.
“What?” he asks with a laugh.
I blink. “What?” I ask, my voice coming out rough.
Matty grins. “You’re staring at me.”
“Oh.” I push my hair behind my ear. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He sinks down further into the couch, kicking his feet up on the armrest. “It’s nice. Surprising, but nice.”
“Why is it surprising?”
He rolls his eyes, but instead of seeming sarcastic, it just makes me laugh. “Because I’m only the second guy you hooked up with, for starters.”
“Right.” I trace my fingers up to his knee. His skin is soft all over, healthy and flush, and I feel a surge of desire to tattoo all over him. “Is that a problem?”
“Not for me, but I guess we should talk about what it means.”
I let out a shaky breath. That is the question. After the scene at the tattoo convention, I don’t really need Matty anymore, but the expectant look he shoots my way reminds me that he has different motivations.
“You’re in love with Milo,” I say. “This was just fun. A one-night thing.”
For a while, I kind of forgot he was in love with someone else, especially when he was dragging his lips up and down my cock like a fucking pro.
But I don’t need to tell him that.
Matty glances down at my cock, stiff in my boxer briefs. His gaze is hot, like a gentle touch raking over me again, and I twitch from the attention.
“I’m glad you had fun,” he says, a tease in his voice. “Maybe we could even have fun again sometime? If you don’t mind the expiration date.”
“When you ask Milo out.”
“Exactly,” he says. “Is that too… I don’t know, cynical?”
I force a smile to my face, even though my stomach twists. The idea of Matty and his friend running off into their happy ending together gives me lots of complicated feelings. I want that happy ending for him because I know it’s what he wants. They make sense together, unlike Matty and me.
He and I are just too different, and I don’t even know if I’m actually bisexual or whatever. I just know that I like him now, and if there’s a chance to enjoy this time together a little longer, I’m not quite ready to let it go.
I take another swig of my beer. “Sounds good to me,” I say casually, then push my hand up, stroking the inside of his thigh. “I could use the distraction from all the other shit in my life.”
Matty bites down on his bottom lip, grinning. “Cool. I’ve never had a fuck buddy before. It feels so indecent.”
He yawns again, his face stretching wide in a way that’s painfully cute.
“Beer is catching up to you,” I chuckle. “I can call you a car, or you’re welcome to just crash here.”
My pulse quickens, pounding with the sudden need for him to say yes. He considers it for a minute, indecision playing across his face, then nods. “Yeah, sure, Stone. Crashing here sounds nice.”
“Cool,” I say back, a tingle warming me.
