Chapter Twelve

It wasn't his idea of a good time.

The porch light was on. "How sweet," CC murmured, brushing a couple of stray marshmallows off the duct taped passenger seat and onto the scorched carpet of his car.

"What?"

"Sorry, Mom. He left the light on for me. I thought it was sweet."

"Raise your standards, CC," Margaret laughed softly. "Even hotels do that much."

"Mat's not a hotel, Mom. He's a real man, and a gentleman to boot."

"I know, sweetheart. Enjoy. I'll see you Sunday to make lunches for sure, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it." He ended the call and sat, staring just a minute at Mat's little house. It felt...weird, not going home to his own place, but good weird. Like he could easily get used to coming here, maybe leaving the toothbrush he'd bought tonight in the little cup in Mat's bathroom. "Well, here goes."

Before he made plans to move in, he needed to make sure Mat knew exactly what he was getting. Marshmallows and all. That wasn't his idea of a good time. Pushing open the car door, CC grabbed the little bag of toiletries he'd gotten from work and climbed out. The air was fresh and sweet, full of the promise of sunshine and forever. Okay, forever was probably his imagination, but he could smell the fact that tomorrow was going to be a glorious, sunny day. Not the soul sucking gray cloud of rain that had been hanging over Morrisonville the last few days.

The front door swung open as he placed his foot on the porch, and CC's lips twitched. Once. Twice. Then the twitching erupted into a full-on, lip-stretching, skin-splitting grin. "Hi." That was the epitome of conversational excellence. At least, it was the best he could muster when Mat stood in the doorway looking like that. A hank of brown hair hung down over one eye, his cheek bore the red mark of a pillow crease, his chest...

CC swallowed hard as his mouth watered. Mat's chest was a piece of sculpted beauty that belonged on a Greek god...a superhero... It was perfect. Muscled, tanned, lightly furred...and delicious little pink nipples poking out, begging for his lips...his tongue. "Jesus..." He breathed through his nose. Why was he always fighting for control around Mat Giraud?

"Just me, I'm afraid. No deities on the premises, just a few men in tights playing superheroes. Come in, CC."

"I woke you up. I'm sorry."

"No worries. I was watching Daredevil on Netflix and dozed off." Mat turned to lead the way into the house, and CC nearly drew blood in his attempt to hold back the groan that tried to escape his lips. Black silk pajama pants clung...clung...to his hips, the muscled lines of his buttocks...tucked into the cleft, luring CC's eyes down a path he'd seldom traveled. "Arck."

"What's that?" Mat's eyes twinkled as he glanced back over his shoulder, one brow lifted quizzically.

"Nothing." CC shook his head, but was painfully aware he hadn't shaken off the distracting effect Mat was having on his libido. "Daredevil, huh? Wasn't that a movie?"

"Yeah. I have that, too. But this is a new series straight to Netflix." Mat paused in the hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom. "I'm sorry."

Blinking, CC tried to process what Mat might be sorry for, but gave up when his gaze couldn't seem to lift beyond those peaked nipples. "What?"

"We passed the kitchen. I didn't mean to drag you straight off to bed. Would you like a snack or a drink?"

"No." CC stepped closer...close enough that every breath he took smelled like Mat, his almond soap, his cologne...the musky man asleep scent was unique to Mat. "Everything I want is right here." He let his hands prove his point as the plastic bag hit the ground and his twitching fingers sought skin and muscle.

"Oh..." Mat's low moan was music to his ears.

Encouraged, CC stroked over flesh, tangled his fingers in chest hair, leaned forward, and let his lips have their way with the peaked morsels. Sweet. Tender. Mat's fingers tangled in his hair, massaged his skull.

"Ahhh... CC...kiss me." Mat tugged.

CC released the nipple in his mouth, deliberately creating a loud pop. "I was kissing you." He pouted, teasing.

Mat smiled, eyes glowing in the dim lighting. "Not the right kiss."

"There's a wrong kiss?" His fingers tickled over Mat's chest, tweaked the other nipple, traced the defined lines of pecs. Teasing felt good. Mat felt good.

"Not wrong." Mat shook his head, slid his arms around CC's waist, dragged him even closer.

Now CC wished he'd taken a moment to shuck his pants one way or another, because the silky fabric of Mat's pants did nothing to hide the hot rod of his erection. It pressed against CC, and he wanted to feel it unhampered by jeans and underwear. He wanted that cock on his skin...wanted to feel its damp kiss as Mat took his lips.

"Just different." Mat's head swooped down, their lips met, clung, parted. Wet heat, suction...and CC rubbed against Mat like a cat in heat, trying to find friction for his own cock, to build the conflagration between them.

CC relaxed, melting into Mat, letting the hard muscles support his weight as he gave himself over to the kiss. He sucked in Mat's tongue, savored the sweetness.

Mat broke the kiss, dragging in great gulps of air, but not releasing CC. "Bed," he finally panted, stumbling toward the door on the left.

There was nothing graceful in the way they fell across the bed. Nothing graceful in the greedy touch of hands and mouths as they devoured each other. Nothing graceful in the sounds... Oh god.

The grunts, the moans, the forced exhalations of air as they fought to touch more, to feel more. CC's shirt got caught on his chin as Mat tried to raise it. CC bit his tongue in the ensuing struggle to get it over his head, the taste of coppery blood and salt overpowering the taste of Mat for just a second.

"Mat!" The shirt came free and sailed across the room, out of CC's line of vision. Mat rolled them, getting CC under him, then dove in for another kiss.

CC winced but was soon swept into the rising tide of passion, unable to resist the lure of Mathias Giraud's appeal. He kissed everything he could reach...collarbone, sculpted muscles, sweet nipples...the straining cords of his lover's neck.

"Jeans...off...now." Mat wrestled the fabric of CC's jeans, jerking the button from its hole, tugging the zip, and pushing the whole bulk of fabric, including his underwear, down until his thighs were trapped in a cloth binding. Mat reared up with a frustrated growl.

"Don't stop. Fuck me." CC groaned against Mat's throat.

"Got to get these jeans off." Mat slid off the bed to the floor, dipped his head and trailed a long, wet, tongue kiss down CC's chest, from the base of his chest bone, darting into his navel, then down the thin line of brown hair to where the tip of his cock lay flat on his belly, dripping sweet need.

"Please..." He breathed raggedly, awash with the sudden need to feel Mat's mouth there, on his cock. His pleas were effective, Mat immediately engulfed CC's cock in wet, hot, suction, and CC clutched at the crisp white sheets, bucking.

"You're beautiful...so sweet," Mat assured him, releasing his cock and going back to work on the jeans.

CC cocked a knee, reached down, and shoved, kicking with his feet, eager to get those jeans off now. At last between Mat's efforts and his own, the jeans hit the floor.

"Yesss," CC hissed, reaching for his cock. Mat slapped his hand away.

"Not yet..."

"But I need to touch it," CC whined, reaching again.

Mat caught his wrist in a gentle, but firm grip. "When we're both... I want inside you, please. I've been lying in bed, imagining it."

"I'd like that too, Mat, but I need to come soon."

"There's oil in the nightstand next to you. I've got condoms here." Mat dug into a drawer in the nightstand next to him, and pushed CC toward its match on the other side of the bed. CC yanked the drawer open, noted that it also contained a few novels and some intriguing bits of...toys and snatched up the oil. While Mat wrestled the condom's foil packet into submission, CC opened the oil bottle, which was half empty, and sniffed it. It smelled of the sea and freedom, and he rather liked it. He poured some of it on his fingers then set the bottle on the nightstand.

Lying down, twisted at an angle so he could see Mat, who had the condom open and was paused in the act of rolling it down his length, CC raised his knees, spread his legs, and couldn't resist gliding his slick hand over his aching cock as he reached to lubricate his hole.

"Damn..." Mat sighed, crawling up onto the bed after securing the condom. "Need some help?"

"No." CC sighed. "It's good..." He rubbed the puckered skin of his anus, pushed one finger into the tight haven. "I don't want too much... Want to feel it."

Mat's breath hitched, CC smiled, slipped a second finger in beside the first and stretched, arching and twisting until the burn faded to manageable proportions. Withdrawing his fingers, "Now, Mat...now," he urged.

"Whatever you say." Mat closed the inches between them, the tip of his cock pressed to the tight hole. "But I don't want to hurt you."

"I like a little hurt, Mat. It feels so good."

Mat pressed harder, the muscle stretched, the ache grew delicious and enticing. "Oh god, so good. More, Mat...more."

A bead of sweat dripped from Mat's brow, his smile became an intent grimace. "Yeah...good. You feel so good..."

More direct pressure on the tender spot, and CC consciously forced himself to relax. The muscle gave, expanding. Mat's cock sank into him, thick and stiff, inch by inch, filling him with a solid, sensual presence.

Mat withdrew a few inches, slid back in. The head of his cock bumped CC's prostate, sent frissons of ecstasy rocketing through him. He clutched at Mat's shoulder and hip, squirmed. "Again... Again, Mat!"

Ever obliging, Mat responded with a rapid series of thrusts, groaning as CC clenched, spasming around him.

"CC!" He grunted with the effort of the next thrust. "I can't last..."

"Coming, coming..." CC moaned. His balls tightened, his thighs strained as he strove to meet each thrust, to maximize his pleasure. They rocked, bucked, fought for more. His back arched, his movements faltered. CC spurted, choked on a cry of pleasure, spurted again.

Mat's hands seized CC's hips, his thrusts slowed, hips jerked, through the condom CC felt Mat's semen flow, felt the throb of his cock.

In the aftermath of orgasm, their hearts beat as one, and the air was loud with their panted breaths. A spasm of pain in his calf brought CC back from the hazy edges of pleasure, and he winced.

"Sorry... Mat, could you... My calf..." He grimaced.

"Oh...no. Sorry...so sorry..." Mat pulled out, sat up, and turned to the side to deal with the condom while CC stretched his legs back in front of him, sighing in relief as the taut muscles relaxed. A shower. Yeah. Hot water would take care of the residual pain. He scooted toward the side of the bed.

"Hey! I'm not done with you..." Mat whirled. "And you promised to sleep with me."

"I will." CC gestured down at his sticky skin, where his cum dried to his trimmed pubic hair. "I just really need that shower."

"Yeah..." Mat acceded. "I could do with a shower too. What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"

"Augh. Don't remind me. Another double shift. I'm due back there at four tomorrow afternoon for the beginning of another sixteen hour shift."

"We'd better shower and sleep then, and save that conversation for next time, huh?"

"Yeah...next time." CC knew grabbing that excuse was cowardly...but he couldn't resist Mat, even when he knew he should.