Chapter Eight

He couldn't forget those words. I'm sorry I couldn't give you better news.

Getting CC from the couch, where he'd looked like an adorably sleepy kitten curled up in the corner after two movies, to the bedroom, had been easy enough. Mat had simply yawned, looked at the clock, and commented on the lateness of the hour.

CC had smiled, a sleepy-eyed, gut-churning smile, and asked, "Do you need help turning down the covers?"

And the boldness of that statement, veering a hundred miles an hour right along the path Mat most wanted to follow, had brought them here, to his bedroom, where Mat had a moment of regret that he hadn't shoved the laundry deep into the closet, while CC looked around with interest.

"It's a little small," Mat murmured, when CC's gaze halted on his double bed. "But a queen would have dominated the room too much."

CC doubled over with laughter, while Mat stood watching him. Finally he regained control of himself and stood upright. "You think?"

"Yeah," Mat huffed softly. "So, you, uh...want to turn down the covers?"

CC shook his head. "Can I use your bathroom real quick?"

"Go ahead." When CC disappeared, Mat took advantage of the moment to not just pull down the bed clothes but to shove his hamper into the closet. He stripped down to his underwear, debated putting on pajamas or sweats, then decided that he wasn't going to be subtle. Not when CC was being so delightfully bold.

He climbed onto the bed, hooked one foot under the white cotton sheets, and crooked one knee. Though he tried not to appear too eager, and some inner child who'd apparently never gotten laid was trying to throw him off his game, he couldn't keep his gaze from the doorway for long, or his ears from listening for any telltale noises CC might make in the bathroom.

Quit posing like a porn star.

I'm not. Shut up.

You mean you don't have that knee raised so your underwear clings to your package intentionally?

He dropped his gaze to his crotch, where the bulge of his cock stretched the fabric of his briefs. Maybe it was too porny... Reaching down, he adjusted himself, then self-consciously straightened his leg. His gaze wandered immediately to the door again.

What was taking CC so long?

The shower kicked on with a rattle and bang, and Mat closed his eyes. Shower. Of course. His groin throbbed. Maybe he should go climb in the shower behind CC?

His legs slid across the sheets, his feet hit the floor, and he was on his way out the door before the thought had even finished forming in his head.

Visions of CC wet, droplets of water coursing over smooth skin, spiky white-blond hair plastered to his skull, impelled him across the hall and through the door. He stepped into the steamy bathroom.

CC looked up, eyes widening. "Mat?"

His obvious confusion slowed Mat's impulsive action. "Sorry... I thought I'd join you in the shower."

The brilliant, seldom seen smile flashed across CC's lips, and Mat's heart melted. He was so a goner. "Too late. I sort of rushed the shower so I could join you in the bed."

"That sounds good too." Mat breathed deeply through his nose, trying not to stare at the lean muscles, the toned body. The happy trail of golden hair that disappeared under one of his blue striped bath towels.

"Shower sex is overrated," CC offered in a matter-of-fact tone, running another towel over his head. "Too much potential for disaster."

"Oh?" Mat stood his ground, heart hammering in his ears, as CC advanced toward him.

CC nodded firmly. "Soap. Slippery tile." His gaze wandered over Mat with open admiration. "Too many elbows and knees and broad shoulders in a tight, confined space."

Mat shuddered. Everything CC said was a negative, but god did he make it all sound so sexy. "You look good...dripping..." His gaze followed a trio of fat droplets as they trailed lovingly over CC's tight abs. He swallowed hard. "Wet."

"Hot water always runs out." CC's voice was husky, a low-timbered purr almost.

"Bedroom," Matt concurred, whirling. CC was directly behind him. Mat could hear his harsh breath and feel the heat of his body as they crossed the threshold of the bedroom.

Careening into the edge of the bed, Mat put out a hand to hold himself upright, but a playful CC crashed right into him, tackling him in a tight grip, sending them both toppling onto the bed.

Mat lay supine, face buried in the mattress, CC's slight weight pinning him down. CC had dropped the towel, and Mat could feel him...the hardness of his cock pressing against Mat's ass, the dampness of hair and water soaking into his underwear. "CC..." He groaned. "Let me turn over... I want." His breath caught, his throat tightened. "I want to see you."

"Mm," CC murmured. "I'm seeing you. I'm feeling you." Thin hands stroked up Mat's spine, sending ranks of goose bumps and wild shivers through his body. Up to his neck they moved, then out across his shoulders, squeezing, exploring. His cock grew impossibly harder, crushed into the mattress, and his skin burned everywhere CC's hands touched.

Mat bucked carefully, trying not to throw off CC's weight. "I want to turn over. I want to feel you against me...cock to cock."

CC's breath hitched audibly, and Mat grinned. It was good not to be the only one so caught up in the need to come that words alone had the power of touch. "Yeah, yeah... I want to feel your cock, Mat." CC lifted himself, just a few inches, enough to give Mat room to twist and turn, and soon they were resettled, face-to-face, with CC astride Mat's hips, their groins pressed tight.

Mat's eyes sought CC's, their gazes locked. He stared into the beautiful brown orbs, humid and hot, pupils narrowed to tiny pinpricks for a long minute. CC's nostrils flared, he squirmed, and it was Mat's turn to gasp.

"Not fair," CC groaned, grinding softly along the ridge of Mat's cock. "Underwear is cheating."

"Cheating?" Mat choked as the heat pooled in his groin, tightening down in a spiral of need. His cock pulsed in response, he lifted his hips and slid his length alongside CC's cock. "It's the only thing keeping me from spilling right now."

"Cheater," CC whispered, reaching between them and grabbing his own cock. Mat's gaze followed his hand. CC's cock was seven inches of perfect pink and white prettiness. Thin blue veins marbled its length, the mushroom head was slick and shiny, the hair at its base was a neatly trimmed gold. Mat licked his lips, struck by a sudden urge to lick the whole thing, base to tip and back again, before swallowing it whole.

CC's moan brought his gaze back up.

"I like the direction of your thoughts, Mat, but I can't wait much longer, and we have all night, right?"

"All night," Mat nodded dumbly, unable to think coherently as CC's fingers dug beneath the waistband of his underwear, made contact with his skin. "Lemme..."

He reached to help. Pushing his underwear down in a rough movement, CC lurched, nearly fell to the side, but saved himself from disaster by clutching at Mat's arm.

Mat took advantage of CC falling off balance to seize both cocks in his fist, and stroke them together. CC's hips flexed, sending his cock gliding along Mat's, head catching against Mat's rim. His lungs seized, his heart pounded fiercely as blood rushed in his ears.

That single movement broke the threads of control, and they rocked and glided together, sweet friction building rapidly, until Mat felt like flames engulfed his bed. Every breath was hard fought for, every sensation cherished, savored before another overwhelmed it. His balls tightened, his sphincter clenched, Mat's back bowed, and he growled, loud and fierce as the first shot of cum spurted.

CC whimpered in reply, and that was the last noise Mat could distinguish as his senses were overcome by the rush of orgasm. CC came too, he knew that much, and was content with that knowledge. As the man had said... they had all night, and if Mat had anything to say about it, many more nights to come.

***

Happily sore, muscles aching from exertion, head aching from lack of sleep, CC steered his car into the parking lot at work. He didn't even have the energy to hope that Deana didn't recognize the well fucked look on his face.

He'd had a date...had sex...with Mat Giraud.

It was like winning the fucking lottery. Stopping at work to pick up his paycheck and next week's schedule were necessary. If he didn't need the money in his account so badly, he'd have waited until his shift at eleven, but there were bills to be paid. The check needed to be in the bank before two to be credited today, but then he was going home to crash and dream about Mat Giraud's broad shoulders and fine, fat cock until his alarm clock woke him up again.

Turning off the engine, he exited the car and went inside. Deana looked him over sharply, head to toe, then let out a low whistle. "Well, well, well. Somebody had a wild night."

She pointed at his head, then waved down the length of his body, and CC's cheeks burned, but he couldn't stop the foolish grin from stretching his lips, and the wince that resulted. "I went to the movies."

"With who?" Her red-tipped fingers rolled in a go-on gesture. "Come on. Spill. Us long-married types need a refresher occasionally on what the rest of the world does."

Chuckling, CC shook his head. "I can't. I don't think he's out. Besides..." Besides, he just didn't want to share Mat with anyone. "I just came to get my check. I need to get it deposited before the bank's two o'clock deadline so it'll be credited today."

"Got it right here, sweetie. And next week's schedule, too." She frowned. Then handed him a sheet of paper and the envelope with his check. "You're not going to like it."

CC stood in line at the bank, between a verging on obese man who smelled strikingly of motor oil and a thin woman with a screeching baby. He couldn't forget those words. I'm sorry I couldn't give you better news.

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