“Come on, then….”
As with everything in Matt’s home, the flat screen TV was impressive. Jayden had no clue what game they were actually going to watch, but he didn’t say no to the popcorn or to the beer. Naturally they made a mess of things, but Jayden wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything else.
“Oh come on,” he whined, throwing some popcorn at the screen. The fluffy yellow-white corn made it halfway to the TV before crashing to the ground.
“Boooo.” Matt echoed his very sentiment, throwing some corn of his own, and of course he had way better aim, because his flying projectile actually reached the screen, bouncing off it before joining Jayden’s on the ground.
Jayden pouted; this wasn’t fair. He’d like to hit the screen too!
“Don’t worry.” Matt tried to sooth his bruised ego, but he didn’t quite manage. “Not everyone can have perfect aim like me.”
“Oh please,” Jayden huffed, turning slightly to throw some popcorn at Matt for a change.
“Hey!” the other man protested, retaliating by emptying his entire box, or what was left of it, over Jayden’s head.
“You… you….” Jayden was searching for the perfect word to insult Matt with, but his brain chose that very moment to desert him, because nothing came forward.
“Yes?” Matt prompted, clearly enjoying Jayden’s difficulty.
“You idiot,” he finally said.
“That all you can come up with?”
Jayden settled for glaring; clearly words weren’t his thing, and the three bottles of beer he had emptied might have had something to do with his current brain freeze.
Eventually the game ended. Jayden stretched lazily, yawning, exposing a tantalizing strip of his smooth stomach, and when he opened his eyes again, he found Matt’s blue orbs had zoomed in on his face. Matt was staring at him as if he were the last morsel standing between him and certain starvation.
It was a heady feeling to be the recipient of such a lustful stare, and for a few seconds Jayden lost all ability to speak. His mouth hung open, and then Matt reached for him, a hand settled at the back of his neck, and Jayden was hauled forward into a deep kiss.
There wasn’t anything gentle or timid about it. Matt apparently liked to do things head-on, giving them all he had, and the moment Jayden opened his lips, Matt’s tongue slid into his hot mouth, playing, tantalizing him, and with a grunt, Jayden returned the favor.
He tasted beer and some remnant of the nachos they had enjoyed earlier on, as well as something uniquely Matt. In his opinion, every person had a certain taste, a flavor, if you like, and even though he couldn’t put a name to it, he liked Matt’s taste.
Jayden grunted, shifting closer to the man, moving his legs so he was now straddling the still-sitting Matt. He was just about to sit down fully, to press his rising erection into Matt’s body, when he found himself gently shoved backward.
Jayden emitted a keening sound of protest, leaning further toward Matt, but the push he received this time was far from gentle. He toppled backward, and it was only by sheer luck he managed to catch himself before he fell off the sofa. His stitches pulled uncomfortably at his side, and this time, the grunt escaping his lips was mostly from being in pain.
“We can’t do this,” Matt whispered, his voice hoarse, and there was pain there too. Judging from the rather impressive dent in his jeans, Jayden figured he must also be feeling quite uncomfortable right about now. He could offer to take care of it for him—he didn’t mind—but the steely gaze in Matt’s eyes stopped him.
So instead of protesting, he simply nodded. He unfolded himself from the awkward position on the sofa and straightened his clothes. It was a defensive tactic more than anything, and he kept his head lowered while he nodded to Matt. “Good night, then.”
He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but since he was usually quite
As with everything in Matt’s home, the flat screen TV was impressive. Jayden had no clue what game they were actually going to watch, but he didn’t say no to the popcorn or to the beer. Naturally they made a mess of things, but Jayden wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything else.
“Oh come on,” he whined, throwing some popcorn at the screen. The fluffy yellow-white corn made it halfway to the TV before crashing to the ground.
“Boooo.” Matt echoed his very sentiment, throwing some corn of his own, and of course he had way better aim, because his flying projectile actually reached the screen, bouncing off it before joining Jayden’s on the ground.
Jayden pouted; this wasn’t fair. He’d like to hit the screen too!
“Don’t worry.” Matt tried to sooth his bruised ego, but he didn’t quite manage. “Not everyone can have perfect aim like me.”
“Oh please,” Jayden huffed, turning slightly to throw some popcorn at Matt for a change.
“Hey!” the other man protested, retaliating by emptying his entire box, or what was left of it, over Jayden’s head.
“You… you….” Jayden was searching for the perfect word to insult Matt with, but his brain chose that very moment to desert him, because nothing came forward.
“Yes?” Matt prompted, clearly enjoying Jayden’s difficulty.
“You idiot,” he finally said.
“That all you can come up with?”
Jayden settled for glaring; clearly words weren’t his thing, and the three bottles of beer he had emptied might have had something to do with his current brain freeze.
Eventually the game ended. Jayden stretched lazily, yawning, exposing a tantalizing strip of his smooth stomach, and when he opened his eyes again, he found Matt’s blue orbs had zoomed in on his face. Matt was staring at him as if he were the last morsel standing between him and certain starvation.
It was a heady feeling to be the recipient of such a lustful stare, and for a few seconds Jayden lost all ability to speak. His mouth hung open, and then Matt reached for him, a hand settled at the back of his neck, and Jayden was hauled forward into a deep kiss.
There wasn’t anything gentle or timid about it. Matt apparently liked to do things head-on, giving them all he had, and the moment Jayden opened his lips, Matt’s tongue slid into his hot mouth, playing, tantalizing him, and with a grunt, Jayden returned the favor.
He tasted beer and some remnant of the nachos they had enjoyed earlier on, as well as something uniquely Matt. In his opinion, every person had a certain taste, a flavor, if you like, and even though he couldn’t put a name to it, he liked Matt’s taste.
Jayden grunted, shifting closer to the man, moving his legs so he was now straddling the still-sitting Matt. He was just about to sit down fully, to press his rising erection into Matt’s body, when he found himself gently shoved backward.
Jayden emitted a keening sound of protest, leaning further toward Matt, but the push he received this time was far from gentle. He toppled backward, and it was only by sheer luck he managed to catch himself before he fell off the sofa. His stitches pulled uncomfortably at his side, and this time, the grunt escaping his lips was mostly from being in pain.
“We can’t do this,” Matt whispered, his voice hoarse, and there was pain there too. Judging from the rather impressive dent in his jeans, Jayden figured he must also be feeling quite uncomfortable right about now. He could offer to take care of it for him—he didn’t mind—but the steely gaze in Matt’s eyes stopped him.
So instead of protesting, he simply nodded. He unfolded himself from the awkward position on the sofa and straightened his clothes. It was a defensive tactic more than anything, and he kept his head lowered while he nodded to Matt. “Good night, then.”
He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but since he was usually quite
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