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He played for the est fraud on Earth Who smiled for the cameras when he hated what they showed him

Himself

He knew Oliver atching him before he moved closer, kneas there before he spoke Slowed his fingers on the keys just as his friend said, “There you are”

“You knehere I was,” he replied, and then, “sorry if I woke you”

“That’s not what Iyour shoot you had your walls so fucking high around you, I couldn’t see you I looked for you, even afterward but you had your mask firmly in place You dowearing it but not when you play That’s the only time you’re really you”

“I’m not sure if I’m even me then,” he answered honestly because how could it truly be who he was if he didn’t believe in it? As real as it felt, it also seemed like it was distanced from him, not attached

He turned around on the bench, wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist and pulled hi the hairs of the trail that led down to his underwear against his cheek

Oliver’s hands went into his hair, his fingers knotted in it, as he held Matt close

All he could think about in that moment was how much he needed Oliver He shouldn’t, but that was the truth of them He’d always needed Oliver

Matt kissed his stoe of his underwear

“Matty…” Oliver’s voice was rough…greedy…hungry, but Matt also knehat he would say next Kneould try to talk and he couldn’t talk right now

“Please Christ, I want you so fucking ut push past his lips, Matt slid his hands into the back of Oliver’s underwear He eased them down and wrapped his mouth around the head of Oliver’s swollen erection the second it burst free

He was already leaking and Matt lapped at the pre-cohtened, giving hi that just ratcheted him up even more

“Jesus, Matty, youbut you”

Matt kissed his way down to Oliver’s sac, sucked one of his heavy balls into his ainst his face “Me too,” he admitted “Christ, me too”