Hey Guys! Here's the seventh chapter of Back to You. Apologies for the delay as I was on vacation for most of this month. The story is winding down, so big thanks to everyone who's stuck around. Hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think- I really appreciate it.
Chapter 7: Let's stay like this
Matt woke up to the sound of Arrested Development playing in the background. It was one of his favorites, and only further proved the point that he and Ollie had all the same tastes. Stretching his arms out, he eased back into the couch, realizing he fell asleep sometime after getting thoroughly fucked. The mess of scattered clothes and rearranged furniture were like bread crumbs that could lead any sensible person to the scene of their crime. He called out, "Ollie?"
Oliver came down the stairs, answering, "Right here, babe." Matty beamed when he saw his boy coming down the stairs, as naked as the day he was born. He bit down on his lip, watching Ollie's cock flailing about with every step. He grabbed at Matt's outstretched legs and lifted them up, making space for him to cozy up next to him. Leaning in to kiss his boy, Ollie continued, "I didn't wanna wake you, so I went upstairs real quick to order us a pizza."
Tracing circles around Oliver's chest, Matt replied, "My bad, I guess I was pretty spent after you fucked me." Ollie snickered, still not used to their new vocabulary. Matt offered, "We can still go out and eat somewhere if you're up for it, I'm sure it's not too late to cancel your order."
Oliver reached over and ran a finger on Matt's soft nipple, "And risk running into another..." He looked left and then right, "Girl?"
Matt smiled, "Well we can't have that, can we?"
Ollie squeezed down, pinching the boy's soft flesh leaving Matt squirming beneath him, "Nope. We can't have you ripping off the heads of every girl who shows interest in me." He winked at the boy, "The cops will get suspicious."
Matt propped himself up as he flicked Oliver's nipples, "You're a fucking ass, you know that?", he said in between laughs.
Oliver pinned Matty down in one try, pushing his palms against the boy's shoulder blades until he sunk into the couch with only his handsome face peeking through the cushions. Matt let out a gasp as he fell onto the leather, forgetting that Oliver was clearly the stronger of the two. Ollie reached down and grabbed Matty's cock in his fist, knowing full well that he'd find it hard and throbbing. "What's that about fucking ass?" he asked, running his fingers down the boy's shaft.
A fleet of moans escaped Matt's mouth as he felt Oliver close his grip on his cock. If he let himself go, he would certainly cum within seconds. Oliver had that much power over him. He looked into those warm blue eyes feeling a cold run over him, that sweet boy could be his undoing. He could feel himself break down like putty in his hands. Oliver worked his fist up towards the head and rubbed his thumb along the slit, brushing it with fresh pre-cum. His eyes zeroed in on the wet tip as he called out, "Hard for me already?"
Matt thrust his hips into the air, forcing Oliver's hand to stroke him. He eased back into the cushions, unsatisfied, "Excruciatingly."
Oliver raised an eyebrow, "Such big words coming from a big boy."
Matty shot back, "Keep touching me like that and I'll say whatever words you want me to say."
Matt immediately felt a wave of self-consciousness, taking his words to heart. Truth was, he'd been harboring feelings for Oliver for nearly half of his life and those three little words could come slipping out if he wasn't careful. Some of those feelings were juvenile and ill-conceived, but after being with him for what felt like months, he found certainty. He loved him: more than two best friends could love each other; more than anyone can love someone they've only been dating for a week. But he did. And he wasn't about to confess all of that here, in the middle of a hand job with a mess of blankets and pillows, waiting for a pizza on a Saturday night. He wanted it to be special.
Taking the boy's jaw in his hands, Oliver leaned in and kissed him deep. He slipped his tongue against Matt's, demanding entry as he grazed his stubbled face. There was something so invigorating about the hair Matt was growing out, telling him that he was with a real man. Oliver didn't like guys, he liked Matt and only Matt.
The boys found themselves wrestling on the couch as they pressed their naked bodies together like pieces of flint rubbing against each other to start a fire. Soon, their legs and arms pushed into the crevices of the couch, looking for some sort of traction as they pushed against each other with strength muscle and determination. Oliver's hands found Matt's, intertwining their fingers like the zipper of his favorite jacket. He pushed down with his palms, feeling Matt try and keep his place, but he closed in, mere seconds of pinning the boy down.
The doorbell rang, causing Ollie to lose his grip and turn his back towards the front door. Matt saw and opportunity and he took it, pushing Oliver over to the other side of the couch and pinning him down by his shoulder blades. Oliver groaned, "Cheap shot, Stevens."
Matt laughed as he eased up on the boy's body. Ollie sat upright, collecting the scattered clothes on the living room floor. A t-shirt and gym shorts were all he needed to look decent enough to answer the door. He looked over to see Matt pouting like a child as he got dressed, clearly disappointed they couldn't exist in their nakedness longer. He slipped on the loose green shirt that had spent more time on the floor than it did on Oliver. Matt did the same, pulling on enough clothes to not make it obvious that they'd just fucked, and wrestled, and played.
