Matt laughed so hard on the way home he almost crashed, twice. If only he could be more like them when he drank; happy, funny, and everyone's best friend.
Seamus's friends spent the entire drive hanging out the window, yelling at unsuspecting bystanders. '
I LOVE YOU MAN!' 'YOU'RE AMAZING!', 'HOW MUCH FOR YOUR JACKET?!'.
It was so different than drinking with his friends.
Better. It was so much better.
They were almost to the loft, and Matt was still smiling when Seamus reached across the console and squeezed his knee. "Did you have fun?"
"Yes, it was awesome. I was nervous at first because they were a little intimidating--but actually, they were cool."
"I agree. I'm glad you had a good time."
Matt glanced over. "I'm sorry for going to the bar. I was feeling overwhelmed and needed a quick breather. I should've said something, but I honestly didn't mean to be gone that long. We got to talking and I lost track of time."
"I was worried you weren't having fun."
"I was nervous, for sure, but I didn't mean to disappear. That was an honest mistake."
"Yeah?" Seamus slid his hand from Matt's knee to his thigh.
By the time they got to the loft, he had Matt half stripped and littered with tomorrow's hickies. Seamus had Matt pressed against the wall and was devouring his body.
Matt tilted his head. Seamus dove in. "You turn me on."
"Yeah?" Matt fisted Seamus' hair and moaned. Those lips felt so good.
Seamus finished ripping off Matt's shirt, then shoved his pants down and grabbed Matt's hard dick.
Seamus dropped to his knees and licked the crown. "You're so big."
Matt tightened his grip. No blowjob compared to what Seamus was capable of. The way he used his tongue and the right amount of suction and enthusiasm brought Matt to the edge every time.
"Close. Gonna come. Oh god, yes."
Seamus wasn't about to be outdone. He slipped a finger between Matt's cheeks, applying enough pressure to send Matt into a freefall until he came deep into Seamus's throat.
Seamus took it all, licking every last drop until Matt couldn't take it and slumped against the wall with his legs spread.
Recovering first, Seamus stood and held out his hand for Matt's. "You're not done yet." He pulled him up, stripped naked, and walked to the bedroom. Matt threw his head back and groaned. Seamus was too perfect to resist, even if he did just cum hard enough to launch a rocket into space. There was no resisting the redhead with a tight ass and trim waist. If Seamus wanted more, Matt was going to give him whatever he wanted.
Seamus crawled on the bed, tossed the essential items toward Matt, then looked over his shoulder and smiled.
Matt could see it, the darkness in his eyes, not from lust but insecurity. He hid it well, but now that Matt knew what to look for, he couldn't miss it.
He nudged Seamus on his back, then slowly crawled over him. "There's something we haven't discussed and it's bothering me."
Seamus swallowed hard but otherwise maintained his composure.
"I assume because we're dating, that we're exclusive? I haven't had healthy relationships before and I know I didn't do things right, but I know what I want with you. I absolutely don't want to see other people. Just you and me. Tell me we're on the same page?"
Seamus' eyes regained a bit of liveliness they'd been missing all evening. "Yeah," he said. "I'm pretty sure we're on the same page."
"Pretty sure?" Matt raised his brow.
"Maybe you should show me what you can give me that no one else can." Seamus wrapped his legs around Matt's waist, making him laugh. He loved this about Seamus..
Matt ran his finger across his body and Seamus smiled slyly. "Is this all you got?"
It wasn't. Matt rolled on to his side, propping himself on his elbow, and continued to trace Seamus with his finger. He grazed the hair on his tummy, across his abs, around his belly button, then over the sexy v-lines. Seamus was hard. His cock hovered over his pelvis, waiting to be touched.
"Excuse me for admiring you, for wanting to imprint every inch of your body in my head so when I go home, I can remember you just like this."
There was no arguing that. Seamus let Matt touch and feel his body. Let him explore every inch. Whatever Matt needed to do, Seamus let him do it. By the time Matt finished with his fingers and started exploring Seamus' cock with his tongue, the man was a mess. And when Matt told him to roll over, Seamus almost fell off the bed doing so.
Matt was going to miss being with Seamus every day. No one had ever made Matt feel the way he did. And Matt was slowly coming to terms with the fact that Seamus felt the same.
Matt licked down his spine and didn't stop until Seamus was cursing and moaning. He quickly entered Seamus, slow and steady until every inch of him was buried. He kissed and nipped his neck and shoulder. No man had ever tasted so good.
Not being able to take anymore, Seamus slammed his fist into the mattress and pressed back.
Matt pressed Seamus down as he moved in and out of him at his own pace. "I won't be bullied."
"I want it harder."
"And I want to last. I want to put you into memory."
Seamus might've wanted Matt to fuck him hard, the way he loved it, but he also wanted what Matt was giving. He wanted Matt to remember every inch of his skin and the way he felt and tasted. He wanted Matt to remember only him. He didn't want to give Matt a single reason to wander over the summer.
Matt rode Seamus until he was sweating and screaming under him. When Seamus came, his whole body tensed and shuddered.
"Sex is so fucking good with you," Seamus said through labored breaths.
"You probably say that to all your boyfriends," Matt joked as he curled into Seamus's side, resting his head on Seamus's broad shoulder, and snaking a hand over his toned stomach. Yeah, they should clean up, but sometimes living in the moment is sweeter.
After a moment of basking in the afterglow, Matt squeezed Seamus's waist. "You're my favorite boyfriend."
"I'm sure you say that to all your boyfriends."
"I'm serious." Matt raised on his elbow and looked down at Seamus. "I've had more boyfriends than I care to admit, but none of them hold a candle to you. They were elementary, juvenile at best. They were about having someone to get off with. The emotional connection was nothing more than a pretty face and a hard dick."
"Are you saying I don't have a pretty face or a hard dick?"
"Fuck you," Matt cupped Seamus's crotch, making him flinch. "You have the prettiest face and the hardest dick. You're far and away the hottest guy who's ever let me talk to him. You're also the only boyfriend I've ever wanted to spend time with, that I enjoy watching TV with, and folding laundry for. I never pictured a future with anyone else. I've never respected someone the way I respect you."
It took a minute for Seamus to respond. When he did, it was a simple, "I wish you weren't leaving." And it tore Matt apart.
"It will be two months, maybe less, and I won't be that far. An hour's drive? Three if I take the bus. Who knows, maybe it will be good for us? That's what they say, right? Distance makes the heart grow fonder?"
****
The rest of the week was all about Aidan's upcoming birthday party and Matt preparing to move, both to his dad's for the summer and his own apartment after that. He found a great two-bedroom apartment that was only a ten-minute walk from Seamus's loft.
Aidan still wasn't walking. He was standing more confidently but no steps. He was also talking more, kind of. Single syllables for the things he loved most.
Baba
and
no
were more and more common. Matt was working hard on his own name, but that damn
t
sound was difficult. Seamus's name was even harder.
