The tickets had come at such an opportune time. But they had also brought a dilemma into his life. He sincerely wanted to take Jeremy but Matt didn't really know what their relationship was anymore. He didn't know how Jer, would respond to a four hour drive alone with him and then a night at a motel in D.C. What if Jeremy thought Matt expected sex out of it? Like, to go all the way?
Matt was seriously considering just taking Tyler. He knew Tyler would be cool with a trip like that. He'd been hunting and camping and stuff with Tyler and the mayor. He and his best friend had spent extended amounts of time alone before. They had even slept in a bed together the previous summer when the mayor had taken them on a fishing trip. But Matt also knew that Tyler found baseball just as boring as he did.
If Tyler went, neither of them would enjoy it. Honestly, Tyler would probably talk him into roaming off into the capitol to do something else entirely and the tickets would be wasted. If Jeremy went, Jeremy would enjoy the game, and Matt would enjoy making Jeremy happy. Also if Tyler went, they'd definitely stay at some fancy-shmancy hotel, courtesy of one of the mayor's elite credit cards. But if he took Jeremy, Matt would only be able to afford a roadside motel.
Two days later Matt was sloshing around with Tyler in the Lockwood pool on a lazy Saturday morning, and he still hadn't told anyone about the tickets or decided what to do. Matt was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't too good at hiding his emotions around the people that cared enough to pay attention. Because Vicki had noticed when he'd been questioning his sexuality and now…
"Dude, something's wrong," Tyler said, splashing him in the face with a bit of water. "Tell me what's up."
"What are you talking about?" Matt responded, feigning ignorance, and splashing his friend in return.
"You look like your fucking cat died," Tyler joked, his way of showing concern. "What's wrong?"
Matt looked at his friend for a second. Maybe Tyler would understand. Maybe talking to someone about it is was what he needed. Matt sighed in defeat and climbed out of the pool, grabbing one of the Lockwood's soft, fluffy—probably expensive—towels and drying off while Tyler climbed out behind him.
"One of my coworkers gave me two tickets to a National's game," Matt said, flinging the towel around his neck.
Tyler's frowned. "What are you moping about that for? That's a good thing. When are we going?" He snatched up his own towel.
"That's the thing…" Matt sighed. "I'm not sure if you're the guy I'm taking."
Tyler's eyes widened as he immediately understood. He grinned. "You sly motherfucker. You went and and got yourself a boyfriend…"
Matt flushed under his friend words. "Something like that," he admittedly sheepishly, taking a seat in one of the pool chairs.
"What do you mean?" Tyler asked flopping down in the one next to him.
Matt sighed again and spoke ardently. "You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you okay?
"Dude, stick a needle in my eye," Tyler responded immediately, his face so serious that Matt couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face.
"I'm serious, Ty," Matt smiled.
"Me too," Tyler responded, just a sincerely as before. Matt stared into his friend's dark eyes. Honestly, he knew that he could trust Tyler.
"It's Jeremy Gilbert."
Tyler's eyes almost popped out of his head as he sat there with his jaw hanging, letting those words sink in. "I always thought that little shit was queer," he finally chuckled.
"Hey," Matt said defensively. "Don't talk about him like that. I really like him."
"Alright, I'm sorry," Tyler grinned, raising his hands in surrender. "So what's the problem? You like this guy and you know I don't really like baseball. It's fucking boring. Take Jeremy."
"I would… and he actually likes baseball but..." Talking about this was kind of harder than Matt had thought it would be. Tyler and he didn't usually talk about their emotions with each other. Matt didn't want to make the conversation awkward. "I don't really know where we are," he finished lamely.
"What do you mean?" Tyler asked, genuinely confused. "You said he was your boyfriend. You're taking him on a date. What's wrong with that?"
"No, I said it was something like that," Matt corrected, which only made Tyler frown harder. Matt sighed for the umpteenth time. "We kind of just admitted how we feel about each other this passed Wednesday. We kissed in my truck." Matt paused sheepishly. He had to force the next sentence out of his mouth. "Then I gave him a blowjob in the school bathroom—" Matt heard the breath catch in his friend's throat. If he thought Tyler's eyes and bugged out of his head before... but Matt pressed on, "—and now I'm not sure if I should take him with me. We're gonna have to spend a night alone in a motel together. I don't want him to feel obligated to have sex with because of it."
"Are you insane?" Tyler asked incredulously. "Of course you should take him. He would feel the need to give you something in return after you gave him something as great as a free National's game. But now, on top of that, you have leverage! This is definitely gonna get you some ass out of it, but you gotta play your cards right. You gotta—"
"Tyler, I'm serious," Matt interrupted sharply. "I want him to have sex with me because he wants to, not because he feels some need to repay me. I really like him."
Tyler stared at Matt for a second, astounded. Then he pressed his lips in that way that he always does. "Alright, even if it's with another dude, sex is still sex. You are ruining a perfect opportunity to get laid and I urge you to make the right decision. But if that's how you really feel, did you ever consider just being honest with the guy?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah," Tyler said, as if it were the obvious solution. Two plus two if four, duh... "Tell him 'Hey, I scored two tickets to a Nationals game and I want to take you because I know you like baseball. And if you go, you don't have to let me fuck you because I let you shove your dick down my throat.' " Tyler shrugged. "Simple solution. Even though I think you should pound his ass. Or wait… Or would he fuck you?" Tyler teased.
Matt rolled his eyes and ignored the jibe, turning back towards the pool. When it was put like that—though it was bluntly crude—it really did sound simple.
"I know," Tyler shrugged smugly. "Both of us can't live up to the jock stereotype."
"You're a dick," Matt grinned.
He shrugged again. "Sure am. Come on, let's go change. Then I'm gonna kick your ass at Mortal Kombat."
"We'll see about that," Matt smiled hopping up.
Even though they'd toweled down by the pool, they still left a trail of wet footprints on the stairs and down the hall to Tyler's room. As always, it bothered Matt to leave such a mess behind him in someone else's home, but he didn't comment on it because he knew Tyler would tell him not to worry, that the maid would take care of it.
"So you and Little Gilbert huh? That's so cute..." Tyler said in a mocking tone, making Matt roll his eyes again. Tyler closed the door behind them and strolled over to his dresser. "And it's kinda fucked up," he chuckled, pulling a pair of cargo shorts out of one drawer and a pair of black boxer shorts out of another. "So the whole time you were with Elena, you were thinking about her little brother?"
Matt nodded sheepishly. "Most of it…" Matt looked around Tyler's meticulously clean room, courtesy of their maid. If he was completely honest with himself, he got a little jealous of Lockwood's money sometimes. But he always let it brush his shoulder.
"Yeah, dude, that's fucked up," Tyler chuckled again. Then without any warning, he dropped his swim trunks and kicked them to side, exposing all of his naked glory to the room.
"Dude," Matt said indignantly, swiftly turning around.
"What?" Tyler said innocently. "It's not like we haven't seen each other nude before." When Matt didn't respond, Tyler walked around to stand in front of him, butt naked and Matt forced himself to keep his eyes on his friend's childishly grinning face.
"I get it," Tyler chuckled. "You thought I would be uncomfortable being nude around you now that I know you're gay." His face switched to a solemn expression and he took a step closer to Matt and placed a hand on his shoulder. Even though Tyler was completely starkers, they were now standing less than two feet apart.
Matt could no longer stop himself from looking down at Tyler demi-god body, muscles everywhere, the product of being the school's most valuable player. Matt immediately recited the multiplication tables in his head. He thought about old, wrinkly granny boobs, a horse taking a shit. But it didn't work; he could feel himself slowly growing stiff. Oh shit...
"I need you understand," Tyler said, seriousness in his tone, and Matt tore his eyes away from his best friends thick cock, hanging pretty low even though it was flaccid and looked into his eyes instead. Tyler was trying to be serious, but Matt could see the smile breaking the corner of his lips. "That I am completely okay with your homosexuality." He chuckled at the word homosexual and stepped back from Matt shaking with withheld laughter.
Then he pointed at the tent in Matt's trunks, still grinning. "You failed. I thought you didn't get boners over me, Matt?" He cocked his head to side, that childish grin back in place.
"You were fucking testing me?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Don't avoid the question, Matty..." Tyler raised an amused brow, peering into Matt's blue eyes. "Why's your dick pointing at me right now?"
Matt's eyes reluctantly raked over his friend's naked body again. He looked so masculine with his broad chest, stiff pecs, and thick arms. And those abs. Matt could probably scrub a pair of dirty jeans clean on those things. And that gorgeous cock and balls was practically mouth-watering, hanging low under a thick patch of dark hair.
"Okay!" Matt sighed in defeat. "I lied! You're a sexy guy. We both know that. And you have a nice ass. I'm sorry if I noticed. No gay dude in his right mind wouldn't be turned on by you."
Tyler's grin turned into a full blown smile. "You know what? That's a really nice boost to my ego. Not only do all the girls want to fuck me, but so do all the gay guys." Matt's jaw dropped from such a conceited statement. What was worse, Tyler didn't even realize how self centered it was.
Then, to Matt's complete horror, his friend shocked him by proceeding to cruelly tease him further. He turned around, giving Matt a wonderful view of his muscled back and beautiful round ass, his tanned skin flawless—not a blemish in sight. He spoke over his shoulder to Matt.
"This the nice ass you were talking about?" he asked seductively, gently wagging his backside like a dog would wag its tail. He reached both hands back and gripped two good handfuls, squeezing, caressing and fondling it. He smacked the bottom of his cheeks upwards a few times, making the plump cheeks jiggle like bundt jello. It was such a beautiful sight...
Matt gasped in astonishment, frozen in place when Tyler chuckled and parted his ass, bending over a little, showing off his tight little rosebud hole. "Is this that ass? Huh? You wanna slide your dick in there? Do you wanna fuck me Matty? Get deep up in there? You wanna feel this tight ass around your cock?"
Tyler chuckled again and smiled smugly. Matt's arousal was obviously amusing him. To Tyler this was all a big joke. He squeezed his ass cheeks again pulling them further apart, bending over little more, as he let out the most seductive moan Matt had ever heard, that stupid smug grin still on his face. "Mmmmnngnnn… You wanna fuck me, Matty? You wanna make me moan? Make me scream your name while your dick is throbbing inside me? Huh? You wanna fuck this tight, virgin ass?"
Matt couldn't speak. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Was this really happening? He was frozen by the cruel show his best friend was putting on for him. Matt was so achingly hard, so tense.
Tyler spread his cheeks all the way for Matt, arching his back inwards, making his ass stick out. He had his beautiful ass cheeks spread wide, the crevice visible now, that tight little hole taunting Matt. And he was still wearing that fucking smug smile. "You wanna fuck me, Matty? You wanna slide your cock up in me, nice and slow? You wanna stretch me open with your dick? Want me to ride it like a fucking stallion? Mmmmnnngnn, Matty… fuck.. "
Matt couldn't believe his eyes when Tyler actually rubbed a finger across his hole. "You want to fuck me, Matty?" He rubbed the finger around his hole, kneading it, pressing but never breaching it. He rolled his hips a little harder, speaking through his teeth now. "Want me to stick this finger in there? Wanna watch me fuck myself? Get this ass ready for your thick cock?" Tyler rubbed and pressed at the hole. Matt was certain that if he pressed any harder that finger would slide in...
"Well I'm not going to!" Tyler said abruptly, smiling gleefully, the seduction dropping from his tone like a hefty weight. And just like that, the spell he had on Matt was broken, the tension in the atmosphere suddenly gone. Tyler spun back around and blatantly laughed at Matt, clutching his gut, his long flaccid dick flopping.
"Dude, look at you!" He gestured to Matt, who still there gobsmacked, dick throbbing. "You would've just kept standing there watching me touch myself until you busted in your shorts! You really wanna fuck me! This is crazy!" He smiled even harder, shaking his head and playfully punched Matt in the shoulder as he passed by, going back around him to put pull his boxers and pants on.
"I don't know why I even put up you!" Matt spat furiously. What kind of friend was cruel enough do something like that? Matt should've been cruel in return and shoved his cock up Tyler's ass since he wanted to play fucking games! "You're so fucking full of yourself!"
"I think you want me to be full of you," Tyler joked, glancing down at Matt's solid dick. He pulled a shirt over his head. "Or do you want me on my knees sucking your thick cock like you sucked Jeremy's? Want me to swallow that dick, Matty? Wanna bust down my throat?"
Matt growled and blushed fiercely, hiding his face behind his hand. "Dude, stop it, or I'm leaving," he practically growled.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, man," he sighed, deflating like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumping. "Look, I'm seriously okay with you being gay. Really, I am." Tyler shrugged. "But I'm not, so there will be no fucking me. It's still flattering that you want to do it though." He smirked. "And I'm sorry for teasing you, but it was the perfect opportunity and I couldn't help myself." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm a dick and I know it. I honestly don't know why you put up with me either, but you do, and I'm grateful. There's some lube and tissues in my nightstand drawer if you want to take care of that. I'll be downstairs when you're done. Lock the door and think about me." Then he winked at Matt and left the blonde boy alone with an erection in his bedroom.
Matt stood there astounded. What the fuck had just happened? Honestly, he shouldn't be so surprised by his friend's reaction. Tyler was a conceited dick, always had been and always would be; Matt knew that. He honestly didn't know how they were best friends. But for some stupid reason they were. If he had to, Matt would lie to the feds for the Tyler and he knew Tyler would do the same for him. And apparently his friend would also sexually tease him.
Once again, Matt recited multiplication tables… grandmas in g-strings, anything to force his erection away. He pretended he hadn't just been given permission to masturbate in his best friend's bedroom. Because he was not going to do that. That was just...no. Tyler's mom was out there and the maid. What if they walked in.
Well...Tyler had said lock the door. And Matt's erection just wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't walk around the mansion with a massive one. He sighed and reluctantly closed the bedroom door, pushing the like button to lock it. Then he pulled off his wet trunks—Tyler's trucks—and let his aching dick spring loose, leaving himself naked in the large room.
He couldn't believe he was about to do this in Tyler's room, the room that Tyler himself had undoubtedly masturbated in several times. Then the thought of Tyler's sexy body sprawled out across that huge bed, stroking his fat dick had Matt throbbing even harder. He groaned and made his way over to the nightstand.
The lube was in the drawer next to a box of kleenex, exactly where Tyler had said it would be and Matt squeezed a bit of the jelly into his palm, then sat his bare ass on the edge of his friend's bed, leaning back and spreading his legs, his leaking cock sticking straight up. Matt wanted to ravish Tyler, unlike his desires for Jeremy—who Matt actually liked. He actually wanted to do things for Jeremy; he wanted to please him.
With Tyler it was simply pure lust. Matt just wanted to fuck him, like he thought about doing any of his other hot teammates. Images of Tyler's hot body flashed his mind. He wanted Tyler to kneel before him and lick a trail from the base of his cock to the tip. Matt rubbed the lube around his thick dick, imagining it was Tyler's tongue. He wanted Tyler to wrap his lips around it, and then let Matt fuck his mouth.
Matt stroked his dick, smooth and easy, pretending it was his best friend's lips wrapped around him. He thrust himself up into his hand.
"Oh, fuck, Ty…"
Then Matt would pull Tyler up and he turn him around. He'd slip a lubed finger in Tyler's virgin hole, making raven haired teen moan and rock himself on the finger, until Matt slipped a second finger in, scissoring them to get Tyler ready for something bigger.
He closed his eyes and let his mind run away with the fantasy. He was so fucking hard...
"You ready for this thick cock?" he asked the empty room, while he squeezed Tyler's perfect ass in his mind.
"Yes," the imaginary Tyler answered. Matt stroked his dick faster.
"You want it?"
"Yes, please. Put it in me," the imaginary Tyler said through his teeth. In his mind, Matt slipped his fingers out and pulled the imaginary Tyler back until his fat cock pressed against the firm little hole. Then Matt gripped his friend's hips and slowly pressed in, forcing the tight sphincter to open up and make way.
Matt pumped his dick hard now, his balls getting tight.
"Oh my God," the imaginary Tyler gasped. In his mind, Matt slowly pulled his best friend down on his dick, stretching that tight hole open, until Tyler was sitting in Matt's lap, sitting on his dick.
"Fuck, Ty, you're so tight…" Matt moaned to the empty room, pumping his throbbing cock. Matt's precum was practically pouring out of him. He lifted the imaginary Tyler up a few times and dropped him back down and Matt was done.
He hopped up and turned around, holding back a scream as his thick load burst free. It spilled out of him in thick ropes, splattering across Tyler's comforter. Matt stroked himself hard, fist tight, pulling the last bits out. Then, breathing like he'd just run a marathon, he stared down at his mess on the bed spitefully.
Explain that to the fucking maid, bitch, he thought.
Then, taking a final deep breath, Matt reached into the nightstand drawer and cleaned himself up with a couple of kleenexes. He flushed them down the toilet in Tyler's personal bathroom—the jealousy flared and he brushed it off again—then he put on his shorts and t-shirt from where he'd left them in the bathroom floor.
Matt vigorously attempted to pull himself together as he left out the bedroom door. He was a little ashamed about what he'd done, even though it had to be done. He could now add to the list of places he masturbated: his bathroom, the school's bathroom, the Gilberts' bathroom, his bedroom, and now, his best friend's bedroom. Matt figured that, despite his best efforts, his face must have been an open book because as he descended the stairs Tyler's jaw dropped.
"Dude?" he whispered from the sofa, game controller at hand, looking at Matt with astounded eyes, a grin on the corner of his mouth. "I thought you were up there giving it time to go away. You really fucking rubbed one out in my room?"
Matt sighed and snatched up the other game controller, refusing to answer. Tyler accepted the silence as the acknowledgement it obviously was and burst into tear jerking laughter, as Matt flopped down on the couch next to him.
"What?" Matt spat in defense, peering around the open living area to ensure no one was listening. "I couldn't parade around your house with a stiff one, could I?"
Tyler shook his head still grinning. "Wow… you really got that hard over me. That's fucking crazy…" He turned back to screen and unpaused the game, leaving Matt to stare at the side of his smug head. "I knew I was hot but damn…."
"I'm never gonna get a moment of peace am I?" Matt deadpanned.
"Nope," Tyler chuckled in response, without taking his eyes away from their huge television. His thumbs worked fiercely on the controller. "I'm gonna tease you every chance I get," he shamelessly admitted. "Maybe it'll wear off eventually but right now this is too fucking hilarious."
Matt huffed. Seriously... how could he call this guy his best friend? "Well I'm about to kick your ass in this game. How 'bout that?" Matt spat bitterly.
"I bet you'd like to touch my ass, wouldn't you?" Tyler said alluringly.
Fine. If Tyler had jokes, so did Matt. "You know…. I don't want to sexually attack my best friend or anything like that," Matt said, just as alluringly as Tyler had, "but if you keep it up, I don't know if I can continue to restrain myself. I just might snap…"
Tyler paused the game again, turning to look at him with wide astonished eyes, a grin breaching the corner of his lips again. "And do what? Take it from me?" he chuckled dubiously, scoffing. "You could try."
"I don't know…" Matt smirked smugly. He overzealously shrugged. "I am a larger guy than you. And we both know I'm stronger. It'll be easy to take what I want, make you scream. I could fold your ass up like a fucking pretzel and just…" Matt bit his lip lewdly, intentionally leaving the end of the statement open for Tyler make whatever he would of it.
But Tyler simply scoffed even harder. "So now you think you're stronger than me?" He laughed sarcastically, waving his hand as if that were an absurdity. He spoke with the same smugness as always. "The only person on the team stronger than me is the quarterback. And he's graduating this year. I'm clearly the next in line. I'm better than you, Matty. If anything, I could take your ass."
"It's good that you think that," Matt said sarcastically. Of course he did. He was Tyler.
"Well then… I guess I'll just have to keep pushing until you snap." He turned back to the television and unpaused the game smirking. "So we can prove who's bigger and better."
Matt shrugged. "I guess we'll see." He turned to the television as well. On the the outside he was smug and determined. But on the inside he was quivering with fear. What had he just gotten himself into?
