and
nursing a bucket of ice cream.
He jumped as he
noticed me. “Leila. What the fuck are you doing here? Is there an
emergency at the office?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that...” My cheeks were seared in
embarrassment. I’d only ever visited him to drop off work stuff,
and suddenly, the fact that we weren’t this casual loomed, painful
and huge. Why was I
here?
The doorbell
rang and Toby disappeared into the hall.
“I just wanted
to talk to you, is all.”
“Oh.” Matt sat
up to pat the space beside him. “Sit down, then?”
I picked my way
over the stacks of files, textbooks and computer games.
“Sorry about
the mess, by the way,” he said. “If you’d have called, I could have
cleaned up–”
“It’s okay.” I
smiled weakly. “Sorry for imposing on you like this.”
“No, it’s okay.
It’s...nice.”
Toby stumbled
through again, pizza box in hand. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he
muttered, closing a door behind him.
There would
have been an awkward silence, had it not been punctured by the
TV.
“Want some ice
cream?” Matt said finally, offering me the carton.
I squinted at
it. “What flavour?”
“Ginger and
lemon. I’m very cultured, as you can see.” He gestured to the
surrounding room, littered with men’s magazines and empty beer
bottles.
“Looks like
it’s been a good night. Did I interrupt a mother’s meeting?”
“Just some
brotherly bonding.”
I took the
spoon from the ice cream bucket and licked it, tipping my head. His
wide eyes followed. “It’s good.”
“Yep. So...what
have you been doing tonight?”
“Um.” I tore my
gaze from his muscled belly, trying to ignore the v-shaped slope
that led to his cock. “I’ve been out for dinner with some
friends.”
“Must have been
somewhere nice, you being dressed up like that.”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, it was okay.”
“You look
beautiful.”
“Oh.” I broke
into a flushed smile. “Thank you.”
“And you’re
looking particularly fine tonight, Matthew,” he said, sighing
wistfully. “Why, thank you Leila. That’s nice of you to say.”
I swatted at
him. “Shut up, arse. You know you look good.”
“Do I?” He
slumped, pushing his belly out. “And here I was, going for hobo
slob.”
I laughed.
He watched my
mouth, studied the way my lips moved. Contemplated kissing me,
perhaps.
“So to what do
I owe this little visit? Don’t suppose you changed your mind about
my offer?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I did want to talk to you, I
just–”
He reached over
and stroked the hair away from my face. It was such a genuine
gesture that my resolve melted like the ice cream. Then his breath
mingled with mine, he sucked my bottom lip, his long eyelashes
brushed my cheeks. I whimpered as the cold spoon fell into my
lap.
“Who needs to
talk?” he said gruffly. “Talk is just…boring...”
I let him peel
my jacket away, arched my back, hands empty, breasts swollen
against his chest. I was desperate for release now, so comforted by
his desire–I wanted to give myself to somebody interested in only
me. No rules, no limits. No games. If I felt more for him than I
expected…well, I could ignore that, couldn’t I? The thrill of
two...so it began.
“You changed
your mind, then?” he asked.
I bit his
nipple and he jumped. “Yes.”
“I’m thinking
my stylish abode was a factor.”
I kissed his
grinning mouth. “It’s the chemistry textbooks. I love a man who
knows his way around the...periodic table.”
“I would tell
you they were Toby’s,” he mumbled, “but I’m not in the mood to
share you.”
The phone in my
jacket pocket gave a tinny squeal, and Matt pulled away.
“You want to
get that?”
“Not right now,
no.”
He started to
fetch it out himself. “This late, could be important–oh.” He
scowled at the name that flashed on the screen. “You want to tell
me why Joseph is calling you at this distinctly un-businesslike
hour?”
Fuck,
nursing a bucket of ice cream.
He jumped as he
noticed me. “Leila. What the fuck are you doing here? Is there an
emergency at the office?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that...” My cheeks were seared in
embarrassment. I’d only ever visited him to drop off work stuff,
and suddenly, the fact that we weren’t this casual loomed, painful
and huge. Why was I
here?
The doorbell
rang and Toby disappeared into the hall.
“I just wanted
to talk to you, is all.”
“Oh.” Matt sat
up to pat the space beside him. “Sit down, then?”
I picked my way
over the stacks of files, textbooks and computer games.
“Sorry about
the mess, by the way,” he said. “If you’d have called, I could have
cleaned up–”
“It’s okay.” I
smiled weakly. “Sorry for imposing on you like this.”
“No, it’s okay.
It’s...nice.”
Toby stumbled
through again, pizza box in hand. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he
muttered, closing a door behind him.
There would
have been an awkward silence, had it not been punctured by the
TV.
“Want some ice
cream?” Matt said finally, offering me the carton.
I squinted at
it. “What flavour?”
“Ginger and
lemon. I’m very cultured, as you can see.” He gestured to the
surrounding room, littered with men’s magazines and empty beer
bottles.
“Looks like
it’s been a good night. Did I interrupt a mother’s meeting?”
“Just some
brotherly bonding.”
I took the
spoon from the ice cream bucket and licked it, tipping my head. His
wide eyes followed. “It’s good.”
“Yep. So...what
have you been doing tonight?”
“Um.” I tore my
gaze from his muscled belly, trying to ignore the v-shaped slope
that led to his cock. “I’ve been out for dinner with some
friends.”
“Must have been
somewhere nice, you being dressed up like that.”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, it was okay.”
“You look
beautiful.”
“Oh.” I broke
into a flushed smile. “Thank you.”
“And you’re
looking particularly fine tonight, Matthew,” he said, sighing
wistfully. “Why, thank you Leila. That’s nice of you to say.”
I swatted at
him. “Shut up, arse. You know you look good.”
“Do I?” He
slumped, pushing his belly out. “And here I was, going for hobo
slob.”
I laughed.
He watched my
mouth, studied the way my lips moved. Contemplated kissing me,
perhaps.
“So to what do
I owe this little visit? Don’t suppose you changed your mind about
my offer?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I did want to talk to you, I
just–”
He reached over
and stroked the hair away from my face. It was such a genuine
gesture that my resolve melted like the ice cream. Then his breath
mingled with mine, he sucked my bottom lip, his long eyelashes
brushed my cheeks. I whimpered as the cold spoon fell into my
lap.
“Who needs to
talk?” he said gruffly. “Talk is just…boring...”
I let him peel
my jacket away, arched my back, hands empty, breasts swollen
against his chest. I was desperate for release now, so comforted by
his desire–I wanted to give myself to somebody interested in only
me. No rules, no limits. No games. If I felt more for him than I
expected…well, I could ignore that, couldn’t I? The thrill of
two...so it began.
“You changed
your mind, then?” he asked.
I bit his
nipple and he jumped. “Yes.”
“I’m thinking
my stylish abode was a factor.”
I kissed his
grinning mouth. “It’s the chemistry textbooks. I love a man who
knows his way around the...periodic table.”
“I would tell
you they were Toby’s,” he mumbled, “but I’m not in the mood to
share you.”
The phone in my
jacket pocket gave a tinny squeal, and Matt pulled away.
“You want to
get that?”
“Not right now,
no.”
He started to
fetch it out himself. “This late, could be important–oh.” He
scowled at the name that flashed on the screen. “You want to tell
me why Joseph is calling you at this distinctly un-businesslike
hour?”
Fuck,
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