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It was then when Matt’s head tilted up, that he shook his hair off his forehead and his eyesthat he didn’t understand He thought maybe there was some pain in there…a little confusion but more that Oliver couldn’t read

His breath caught when Matt pushed to his feet The shorts hung low on his slender hips, and he was sure Matt didn’t have underwear beneath them

His chest was sht trail of brown hair that dipped below his shorts, which hung so low he could see the top of Matt’s pubes

Despite how thin he was, too thin if you asked Oliver, his muscles ell defined He had a lean six-pack that rose slightly as Matt breathed

Jesus, he was so fucking sexy, so beautiful it seemed unreal

Matt aze turned more predatory as chaos erupted inside of Oliver—pain and confusion and lust…was that what he saw in Matt too? Lust was thepiece?

His thoughts went haywire, snapping and buzzing with years of pent up energy And then he was , didn’t knohere it came from—at least on Matt’s part—but the second they ether Matt’s hand slid behind his head, cupped it with his fingers, tangled in Oliver’s wet hair Oliver’s fingers locked onto Matt’s lean hips, felt his hipbone press into his hand and he wanted to get on his knees and taste the inch of Matt’s body with his tongue

“What are we doing?” he asked when Matt’s skillful mouth traveled down his throat

Matt sucked on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, before he replied, “I don’t know, Ollie I just kno that I need you right now”

He could hear Matt warring with hie to his voice Feel it in the way his body tensed up when he said the word need It wasn’t easy for Matt to need anyone or anything, but Oliver would take on the fucking universe to make sure Matt had it There wasn’t a tiht here? He couldn’t pretend this was just for Matt Couldn’t pretend he wasn’t greedy for hih hier for the man To have him, take him, fuck him, even if it was only once He’d wanted Matt for years, loved him since he was a kid—and as they stood in theup and down his back, his cock pressed against Oliver’s leg, he daive a shit about the consequences

Oliver wrapped his arether Matt’s legs wrapped around his waist, knocking Oliver’s towel free as he carried Matt to the bed

He bent over, lay Matt down and went right along with his, with his feet still on the floor

He pulled away long enough to say, “Jesus, you taste so fucking good,” and then he was kissing Matt again, letting his tongue roaainst him

His brain tried to tell hi this but Oliver ignored it Right now he didn’t want to be logical He didn’t want to worry about consequences or his stupid fucking heart In that nored his brain and kissed his way down Matt’s neck, his chest, his stos, his hard rod evident behind his shorts

He palh his shorts, felt the heat of it despite the material Matt hissed, moved his hips so that his shaft pushed into Oliver’s hand harder

“Take me out…Please, Ollie Take me out”

“Ask h his clothes

“You’re gonnafor it?” Matt asked Oliver wouldn’t; they both knew that There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Matt knew better, but still, he opened his mouth and said, “Take out my cock, Oliver Let me feel you I need to feel you”

Oliver’s fingers shook as bursts of electricity shot through his body He grabbed the top of Matt’s shorts and pulled the, thinner than Oliver himself, with trimmed pubes and a heavy sac Across his left hip was a tribal tattoo that would typically be covered by his underwear He leaned forward and kissed it Let his tongue trace the swirls and lines Lust pummeled him, made Oliver even more ravenous for his on one side of him so he could pull the shorts all the way off