Carlos knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. Being the home of the one he cared deeply for, drove him insane. He would try to sit still but would squirm and writhe, smiling at the host. When Matthew would point out that something must be wrong, Carlos would excuse himself to go to the bathroom.
He washed his face, needing to clear his mind and cool down. He looked about the bathroom and saw all the things Matthew had. It was a cute bathroom, filled with light blue and little white bears. He blushed as he thought of Matthew bent over the bathtub, using the light blue wash cloth to masturbate. Carlos quickly ducked out of the bathroom, hurrying to take a seat in the living room.
Matthew seemed to have gone into the kitchen since he wasn't there. Carlos sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes. Once closed, his mind went wild. The thought of Matthew walking up behind him, rubbing his shoulders then moving to kiss his neck continued to play.
Matthew walked around the couch, to sit on Carlos' lap, wearing black lingerie, with golden lace. He held Carlos' face in his hands and moved to connect their lips. All the while, Matthew ground himself against the Cuban, making him shudder and gasp.
Soon Matthew was on his knees in front of Carlos, sucking his cock hard, making sloppy sounds as he did so. He stared up at the Cuban through his lashes and smiled as he licked up the length, then circled the head with his tongue.
"Ay, Matthew I'm close."
"What do you mean you're close?"
Carlos stopped his hand for a moment, eyes shooting open as he looked back behind him. There in his normal red hoodie and jeans, stood Matthew who looked a little confused or disgusted, Carlos didn't know which one.
"I.. uh.. um."
Matthew walked over to Carlos, the Cuban s heart pounding against his chest, the feeling of being caught washing over him, as he came. He was embarrassed and about ready to cry now that Matthew thought he was a pervert.
"Carlos why didn t you ask? I could have helped you with that."