A/N: Seeing as how WF and I haven't done so in a while, we are here by disclaiming that we don't own anyone in this story, nor are we saying that Mr. Irvine and Mr. Hardy lust after one another in real life. Although you gotta admit that that would be hot. Anyways, this story is for our own sordid pleasure and we thank you all that enjoy our tale. Hearts to you all and on with the fic!
Chris stirred awake to find Matt climbing into bed with him, the mattress shifting gently under his weight. Chris pulled away at first, in his half-awake state he was a bit jumpy, but Matt gently drew him back.
"I just came to wake you up." Matt said softly, running a hand through Chris' hair which was spiked up every which way from sleep. "I wanted to show you something." He added before crawling back out from under the covers.
Chris yawned and stretched and reluctantly shuffled out of bed and followed Matt through the house. He raised an eyebrow at the dog that was already up and running around way too excitedly for a time of the morning where apparently it was still dark outside. Chris wondered for a moment if Matt fed the thing coffee and he smiled a bit at the thought. If anyone needed coffee this early it should have been Matt, he never moved out of bed before noon if he didn't have too. Matt crossed the kitchen and pulled open the French doors taking in a deep breath of the fresh, country air. He turned back to smile at Chris as the blond screwed a fist into eye. Matt took Chris' hand and led him out onto the deck. For a moment they were just silent, nothing but the feel of wet wood underfoot and the smell of dewy grass and pine.
"Remember when we were in Colorado?" Matt said, leaning on the rail. "We watched the sun rise over the mountains." A smile stretched across Matt's face and he couldn't help it as his eyes misted over.
Now it was a bittersweet memory because it was the last thing they had done together before he was shipped off to FCW and everything had went so far south. Matt sighed and picked up Chris' hand rubbing his fingers softly over the tape.
"I thought you might like to see this. This is how morning comes to life in my little part of the world." Chris watched through the trees as the night began to fade away slowly brightening, the sky being painted in warm glow of colors, the song of birds beginning to filter through the day break.
Matt watched as Chris drew in a breath while the colors shifted from black to royal purple then a blue almost the color of Chris's eyes before finally turning into a blue so light it was as if there were no color at all in the sky. Mist hovered above the ground, blanketing and covering them both in a fine spray of water. Matt still held Chris's hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the back before placing it gently on the railing. Time had slowly slipped by during the dawns rebirth but neither man really cared, one was just happy to spend it with the other, while the other reveled in the serenity that seemed to be seeping into him as the sun smiled down.
"I'm going to go make breakfast, anything in particular you want?" Matt asked quietly, hating himself for interrupting Chris's first peaceful waking moment.
"No..." Chris stopped for a moment and his eyes shifted over Matt's features hesitantly, and then he smiled, barely but it was there. "Maybe one thing..." Chris kissed Matt softly on the lips; the moment they touched was brief, before Chris jerkily pulled away, his face turning pink. "Thank you Matty."
Matt nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Chris for a moment, breathing in the smell of the woods and early dawn; a large smile on his face as he headed into the kitchen to get things rounded up. There wasn't much in the refrigerator, but Matt managed to pull together enough to make a rather healthy batch of pancakes. He started to create the batter and his face was soon smudged with flour from where he wiped the back of his hand across his brow. As he set the griddle to heating he leaned back against the counter and watched as Chris bent down to hesitantly stroke Lucas between the ears, the little dog jumping up and covering his face in slobbery kisses before dashing out into the yard to chase a squirrel that had dared wander onto his property. It was a simple sight, nothing extravagant, but to Matt he felt as if he were viewing the most precious piece of art work in the world.
The heat in the kitchen hit a rather unbearable point and he stripped out of his shirt, mopping it against his brow before hanging it over the back of one of the chairs. He pushed his hair from his face and looked out the window again at Chris, watching as Lucas somehow pulled Chris into playing a game of fetch. And for the first time Matt felt that maybe this was the right thing to do, that this time alone would be what would help fix what they had.
Chris bent to pick up a stick and throw it for Lucas as the little dog came bounding back towards him. It quickly spun around and dashed after the thrown object, its tongue hanging out of its mouth. Chris laughed, and startled himself. He hadn't heard such a sound out of himself for a long time. Lucas sat at Chris' feet, the stick clutched between his teeth, his tail waggling back and forth. Chris threw it again but this time the dog was distracted with a bird and it chased the thing away in a gale of yipping, squawking, and feathers. Chris turned to look back up through the glass doors. He could see Matt moving back and forth in the kitchen and his heart thudded a bit faster in his chest, realizing all over again how much he loved that man.
"And look what you did..." Swagger popped into his mind, his face leering, his voice lisping.
Chris growled angrily and waved his arms around as though he was literally batting the creep away. He yelled at the voice that pestered him, scaring Lucas who darted between his legs and up the steps, in through the French doors that Matt had left ajar. Chris followed up soon after, stomping up the steps, his face set in a scowl. He was angry at Jack, angry at himself, that a moment of peace and when he had just started--for a brief second-- to feel good, had been interrupted. He pulled a chair out at the table and sat down, dropping his head into his hands and mumbled to himself as though holding on a heated conversation.
Matt heard the sound of one of the chairs being pulled back and turned; looking over his shoulder and quietly observing the hushed argument that Chris seemed to be having with himself. He frowned slightly and turned back to what he was doing, just barely pulling the last of the pancakes off the griddle before they burned. With a triumphant smile he took the master plate and sat it on the table then grabbed two other plates and silverware. He sat Chris' plate and cutlery at his elbow and set his plate down before sitting down and pulling a couple of the rather nice sized pancakes onto his plate. He was about to take a bite when he remembered that he hadn't put the butter on the table and he got up to grab it. When he returned to the table he seen that Chris had put a couple on his plate was just prodding them with the tongs of his fork.
"I promise they're edible." Matt said with a wry grin, his eyes dancing slightly.
Chris watched as Matt poured syrup over his pancakes, somehow reminding him of something that had happened between them before but Chris couldn't remember what it was. The hole in his memory of it made him want to cry. Thee…you don't care about Hardy. Chris stared down at his pancakes just looking at the little bubbles in them, feeling again like nothing more than a burden to the sweet guy across the table from him, even if Matt would never admit that, the despairing swirl of thoughts nagging at Chris' mind made him feel that way. Why would he want someone like you…no one has before. The closest you've ever got to being wanted by someone was to be tied up and raped—stop it! Matt loves—you? Why would he love you, why do you deserve his love? You're nothing, Shawn said so…so did Glen. You're disgusting and dirty; Jeff knew it…Jack only confirmed it. The thoughts kept racing until Chris just wanted to stick his head in the ground to bury them all.
Matt watched Chris for a few moments, wishing that he would at least eat a little bit. He'd stopped poking the food and was just sitting with the fork in his hand staring in that catatonic type way that he did sometimes. Matt reached over and poured some syrup onto Chris' pancakes.
"Go ahead...it's not like its alligator penis or anything." Matt said, joking, trying to get a smile or at least some sort of response from Chris.
Instead, he Chris just let out a strangled sob and quickly shoveled the food into his mouth until he was practically choking on it. He just wanted to be done with it and get out of there, go back to sleep; go away from everyone and everything. He coughed the rest of the pancakes down barely chewing them and with a shaky hand grabbed the glass of orange juice and gulped it down to the point where he could barely breathe. He sat the glass back on the table and it fell over; dribbling a bit of OJ onto the wood. Chris sat in his chair griping tight on the sides, panic taking him over, his chest heaving heavily as large tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Can I go now please can I go...I'm done can I go now please..." Chris kept babbling, as Matt watched him in shock at first, too scared and bewildered to do anything.
Before he could answer Chris' hand was hovering near his mouth as he coughed, and then bolted towards the sink where everything he just ate came back up. He started to cry and mumble to himself between the painful lurches of his rebelling stomach. Matt jumped from his seat and hurried over to Chris, rubbing his back as he hacked and gagged. He hadn't meant to upset him; all he wanted to do was make Chris smile like he had out on the deck. Chris was drawing in shaky breaths when Matt grabbed a hand full of paper towels and wetted them with cool water. He gently turned Chris around and wiped his face down, concerned when Chris didn't seem to acknowledge anything around him, he seemed to be drawn inward again.
"Alright Chrissy, let's get you back to bed." Matt said softly as he linked their fingers and led Chris from the kitchen.
Like a lost child Chris followed behind Matt, and Matt tried to figure out what had caused Chris's breakdown. Nothing that he could see could be linked back to what Jack had done, but then again, who knew that a stressed and snapped mind could conjure up. Once in the room Matt gently helped Chris lay down; bringing the sheet up to his chest. Chris's eyes seemed to droop almost immediately and as Matt watched he fell into a deep sleep; his chest rising and falling rhythmically. At least in slumber he looked peaceful and Matt sighed sadly as he bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning and leaving the room.
When Chris woke, most of the day had passed by. His stomach felt empty, and he remembered what he had done when Matt had taken the time to make breakfast for him. He felt ashamed at the freak-out; it wasn't like him at all. He ran his hand through his hair, angrily tearing off the bandages on his hands, wondering if things would ever be normal again. You have to try harder, if not for yourself for Matt. Sighing he left the room and found Matt cleaning, the smell of disinfectant wafting through the house. He had some music on and was bending over when Chris snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Matt's waist. He propped his chin on Matt's shoulder and inhaled deep his wonderful scent and smiled when Matt moved slightly, his dark curls tickling against Chris' nose.
"Hey Matty, I--I'm sorry for earlier. I don't know what got in to me..." The pancakes and syrup and the 'alligator penis' all reminded him of the relationship they had not so long ago and he wanted things to go back that way, but was afraid his own stupidity had destroyed them. He pushed those things to the back of his mind, willing himself to have some control over the things in his head, and gently kissed Matt's ear.
"It's ok Chrissy." Matt straightened up and turned around so that they were face to face. "I didn't mean to push you to eat if you really didn't want too." He smiled and kissed the tip of Chris's nose; grinning when Chris' lips turn up at the corners. "Do you have any thoughts of what you would like for dinner? I high tailed it to the store while you were sleeping. Dad'll be here in a little bit so I'm going to put this stuff away and grab a shower." Matt wrinkled his nose as he raised his arm and sniffed. "Whoa buddy, yea I need a shower. I stink worse than Miz when he's done with a match."
Chris nodded and Matt disappeared from the room. For a few moments Chris stood in the kitchen playing with the rag Matt had been using and chewing on his lip. After a bit he tossed the rag into the sink and tip toed into Matt's bedroom, where he could hear the water running in the master bathroom. He sat on the bed and watched, from his position he could see right into the bathroom, Matt had left the door open. A trail of Matt's clothes led to the shower where Chris watched Matt's form through the frosted glass doors. Matt was singing, off key, like he always did and it made Chris smile. Not long ago he wouldn't have hesitated to go in and slip behind Matt in the shower, both of their naked bodies pressed together as hot water trickled over their lusting flesh...now he just opted for sitting on the bed watching as Matt moved behind the glass. Chris was soon lost to the simple movements and when he realized Matt was standing in the doorway with a fuzzy towel around his waist, he startled in surprise. Matt smiled; chuckling slightly as he went to pull clothes from his closet, noting that Chris was sporting a tent in his sweat pants. The blond just stayed quiet, his eyes trained on every move Matt took.
Matt had to force himself to keep his mind on what he was doing or else he was going to go over and pounce on Chris. He shook his head and stepped into his closet, his eyes scanning over his assorted collection of track pants and sweats. He by passed those and started to flick through his jeans until his eyes landed on the perfect pair. They had always been tight on him, so he knew that he'd have to go commando under them for them to fit. He unwrapped the towel and tossed it out of the closet then pulled the jeans from their hanger. He slipped them on and shimmied them up his legs, taking a deep breath before buttoning and zipping them up; praying the entire time that he didn't catch himself with the zipper. Once that was accomplished he did a couple squats to loosen them a little before he walked out into the room to grab a shirt from his dresser. Chris was still sitting on the bed, and Matt could feel his eyes on him; roaming over him hotly.
With a soft groan he bit his lip and rifled through the drawer, not really finding a shirt he liked. He shut the drawer and turned around; leaning against it as he pondered over what shirt to wear. His eyes landed on Chris and they lit up, the perfect shirt popping into his mind. His suitcase was sitting on the floor by the closet and he walked over, the jeans adding to his natural saunter. He bent over the suitcase and started to go through it, finally finding the shirt he was looking for. Without turning around he slipped the blue-glittery shirt over his head and tugged it into place, smiling when he caught Chris's reflection in the full length mirror.
Chris griped the edge of the bed, tightening and loosening his hands, his mind swirling a million miles a second. He was trying to sort things out in his mind but obviously his body had other ideas because he jumped suddenly, realizing he had crept up behind Matt and snaked his arms around his waist, his groin pressing firmly against Matt's backside. He couldn't help the whimper that escaped him, and embarrassed he backed away stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down at his feet.
Why should you be embarrassed...it's Matt...the man you love. Chris took a deep breath and looked back up, seeing Matt had turned around.
Matt swallowed, and tamped down on the lust that was flowing through his veins like molten lava; burning him from the inside out. Chris' eyes were practically glazed over, but Matt could see the fear and uncertainty lying just under the surface. He stepped close to Chris and wrapped his arms around Chris's waist, pulling him close and smiling gently. He could feel Chris's arousal prodding his hip and he forced himself to ignore it, Chris had to be the one to make the moves.
"You ok there Chris?" He asked, his voice dropping down a notch.
Chris nodded and brought his lips to touch Matt's, his actions were unsure and jerky at first but even though his brain was on the verge of freaking out, his body was urging him on and gradually shutting down some of the anxieties that were making him tremble as his fingers laced together at the back of Matt's neck, pressing their lips harder together. Matt's lips were full and soft against his, perfectly fitting together. With a gasp, Chris pulled back, breaking the kiss, his oceanic eyes engaging in a heated stare with the molten chocolate ones that belonged to Matt. Matt shivered; it was all he could do that didn't involve tossing Chris on the bed and kissing every inch of him.
"Why don't we go downstairs and get dinner started." Matt suggested reluctantly when he caught sight of the alarm clock by the bed. "I don't think that my dad would like to walk in and find us in the middle of anything." He teased lightly.
"Too late." The new voice made them both jump and Matt sprung back with a yelp; hitting the bed with the back of his knees and flailing as he toppled backwards.
"D-dad. I didn't hear you come in." Matt stuttered, his face turning bright red under the tan on his cheeks.
"Doesn't surprise me." Gil said as he turned his eyes to Chris. "I'm Gil, more commonly known as Legend." He reached out and took Chris's hand, pumping it twice before letting it go. "Matthew, you gonna introduce us or just sit there and drool?" Gil laughed.
"Dad, this is Chris Jericho, Chris the Legend." Matt managed; his face still red as he got up from the bed.
"Hi." Chris barely got out, his face turning as red as Matt's was. "Um...nice to meet you, sir." He added glancing over at Matt and moving behind him a bit.
"You two just gonna stand there all night or are we going to go eat. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Gil said as he turned and left the room.
With an chuckle Matt turned and pulled Chris against him again.
"I'm sorry about that." He said lowly as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Chris's, sliding his tongue between them gently and teasing Chris' before letting go and pulling away.
He started towards the door, mentally thanking whatever was watching over them that his dad had gotten there on time. He wasn't sure how much longer he would have been able to hold out and Chris didn't need him; the one person he could trust, jumping on him and forcing him to do anything that he didn't want to do. He started down the stairs; taking them two at time. His dad was standing in the living room, looking at some pictures on the wall when Matt joined him.
"I-uh....didn't mean for you to walk in on that..."
"Matthew, it's ok. I was going to ask you anyways how close you and Chris were. But I guess I don't have to ask now."
"Doesn't it bother you?" Matt asked, a little surprised at how laid back his father was about walking in and catching his son in the arms of another man.
"Matthew, truth be told, I always thought I'd walk in on Jeff like that. Turns out I had my sons confused." Gil laughed. "As long as you're happy Matthew, that's all that matters to me."
Matt's face turned red again and he hugged Gill before he turned and headed into the kitchen to gather everything that he was going to need. When Gil and Chris joined him in the kitchen Matt had steaks, hamburgers and hotdogs laid out on the table. Gil laughed and picked up the packages of steak and put them back in the refrigerator.
"We can cook those out tomorrow night." He said with a smile as Matt pouted. "Go get the grill fired up so we can get this meat on there and started cooking."
He handed Matt a long lighter and practically shoved him out of the door, smiling when Matt turned and shook his fist at him playfully. He and Chris watched as Matt opened the lid to the grill and made a big production of lighting the fire, even going so far as to imitate Kane with the lighter while Lucas yipped and barked as he ran around Matt in circles.
"My son, the goof." He said softly as he turned and looked at Chris, his eyes softening as he watched Chris follow Matt through the yard with his eyes. "Why don't we see if there is stuff to make a salad? Matt has to do something to get that gut off..." Gil said as he laid a hand on Chris's shoulder.
"Me too." Chris answered, his lips pulling into a half smile.
They headed into the kitchen and Gil opened the refrigerator, pulling out what he could find to make a salad. He grabbed two cutting boards and two knives, watching quietly as Chris washed everything and set them on the boards. Gil glanced down at the bandages on Chris's one hand and wondered if he should give Chris a knife but in the end he decided to hand Chris the other knife. He took a knife that Gil handed him and started to cut some vegetables, keeping his eyes trained on what he was doing. Gil tried to strike up a conversation with Chris and got a little out of him, and he couldn't help but notice that the handsome blonde seemed too quiet and he looked nervous, even worn. But Matt had said that he'd been under a lot of stress.. He wondered if maybe some of the other guys around the locker room were giving those two a hard time about being together, but he didn't say anything. Soon dinner was ready and they were all sitting down to eat, Gil and Matt doing most of the talking as Chris listened and smiled at their easy way with each other.
Matt laughed as Gil tried to embarrass him in front Chris, telling him all sorts of stories from when he and Jeff were younger. Matt took a bite of his burger and looked over at Chris, nudging his foot under the table and smiling when Chris looked up at him.
"So Matthew, how is your old friend Adam?" Gil asked as he took a drink of his beer.
"Well, he's....he's Adam dad. I don't really know what you want me to say. We talk, we don't try to kill each other anymore. But we're not as close as we used to be." Matt said with a shrug.
"I never liked him anyways." Gil said with a shrug. "He always seemed oily to me."
Matt shook his head and took another bite of his burger; it was always a losing battle when it came to Adam. He felt a light nudge at his toes and looked up, grinning slightly when he seen Chris turning a light shade of pink. It wasn't long after that that Matt chased both Gil and Chris out to the deck while he cleaned up the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. He grabbed three cans of beer from the fridge and joined them a few minutes later; handing one can to Gil and dropping down in a chair next to Chris before handing him his.
The evening passed quietly, all three men sitting on the deck watching night fall as Lucas ran around the yard. Gil had left not long after 9:30, leaving Matt and Chris still sitting on the deck and staring out over the landscape while Lucas jumped and chased after the last lightening bugs of the season. With a yawn Matt stood up, popping his back and whistling for Lucas. He turned and seen Chris watching him again, his eyes darting from head to toe. With a light chuckle he held his hand out to help Chris up.
"Ready to go inside before the mosquitoes become a real problem?"
"Sure." Chris took Matt's hand and followed him inside, feeling more relaxed than he had earlier in the day.
The atmosphere and the easy way Gil and Matt had with each other had eased Chris into a better mood; the beer had also helped a little. Matt went back into his bedroom and Chris stood in the doorway watching as he stripped off his shirt and then sat down on the bed, patting it so Lucas could hop up. Matt smiled over at the little dog, his head tilted; sending ringlets of curls, some dampened with sweat falling around his bare shoulders and over his face. Jacks voice burned into Chris' ears, taunting, teasing, laughing, until Chris was scowling. He growled, mentally fighting with them as he crossed over to Matt. He took Matt's hands studying them against his own bandaged ones. He replayed the earlier kiss in his mind, the taste of Matt's lips standing out against his own and obscuring the way Jacks' had tasted and felt. Chris looked around the room, shadows falling around it from the night that was growing outside, and his heart sank a little. He wondered if when he went back to his room and laid his head down if he would actually be able to get a good night of rest or rather his dreams would be full of Swagger, making him jerk and toss fitfully, waking up feeling more worn down than when he'd laid down. His lips pressed together in determination and he leaned down to capture Matt's again.
Chris crawled into Matt's lap griping his shoulders, their lips hotly caressing one another, tongues twining against sighs and whimpers. Chris' seeking mouth moved to other places, along Matt's jaw, down his neck, making Matt writhe against him. The blond was moaning Matt's name as his lips and tongue lathed over his skin, blissful in the rediscovery of its texture and taste. He slipped between Matt's legs; kneeling, hands shaky as they ran up Matt's thighs whooshing lightly over the taught denim. Chris swallowed hard, trying to focus on Matt, as he felt his nerves begin to tighten. He closed his eyes and seemed to be muttering to himself. He was trying with everything to shut up the demons that told him not to, that touching Matt would disease him, that he was unworthy, filthy, all those things that kept holding him back and making him feel like no more than an old wad of encrusted gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. Don't listen to them Chris, they're lying. He told himself as the war seemed to rage on louder and louder.
"Chris..." Matt tilted the blonds chin upwards, his eyes opening and searching Matt's as the Southerner spoke softly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Chris nodded his head. "I know...I-I don't want to taste him anymore." He answered, barely loud enough for Matt to hear, his cheeks growing pinkish, but he had made his decision. The taste of shame and filth in his mouth was not one he wanted there, he needed to get rid of it for good, and fuck the lies that taunted his head.
He gripped Matt's waist gathering up his resolve to do this, not realizing that in his anxiety his fingers were biting harder and harder into Matt's flesh making him wiggle and writhe. With a held breath Chris undid Matt's jeans and slid them down. Matt raised his hips to help, and they were soon puddled at the floor. Chris ran his hands up and down Matt's strong, curvy legs, and cautiously touched his arousal, the first touch seeming almost to frighten him and he jerked his hand back as though he'd touched a hot coal. Matt almost laughed, but managed to choke it back. Chris smiled up at him.
"What's so funny...it's big and scary looking." Chris joked, almost surprised at himself to hear the jibe coming out of his mouth.
"You keep saying things like that and my ego is going to get bigger." Matt laughed.
He moved his hand slowly up and down Matt's length, reacquainting himself with it until his nerves seemed to slack off. Soon the pace quickened and Matt's fingers were griping Chris' shoulders, his hips bucking up to meet Chris' thrusts. With a cry Matt came into Chris' hand, the electric feeling tearing through him as he panted; his back arching. Chris felt Matt soften and uncurled his hand, looking down interested at the thick substance covering it. Cautiously, he licked a finger tip, and then slid the whole thing inside his mouth, his eyes lighting up when Matt watched him lustfully. Grinning he made a show of cleaning his hand off. He finished and sat on the floor, looking up at Matt chewing on his lip.
"Did...did I do okay?" He asked quietly, actually feeling calmer than he had for quite some time. His sanity felt like his own again, at least for now.
"That cream you had on your hand should have been more than answer enough." Matt said softly as he moved down to the floor; pulling Chris into his lap and slanting his lips over Chris's and twining their tongues together.
He knew that he couldn't push too hard or move to fast, it was a giant step that Chris had taken and he didn't want to cause him to take any steps back. Slowly and gently he worked his hands under Chris's shirt; his hands ghosting over flesh and making Chris shiver.
"Chris, I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to do, if you start to feel uncomfortable, you tell me and I'll stop, ok?" Matt asked when he pulled away, resting his forehead against Chris's.
Chris nodded and Matt kissed him again, his tongue stealing into Chris' mouth and dancing lazily with his while his hands slipped under the elastic of Chris' sweats. Chris stiffened slightly, the anxiety creeping back in, but didn't say anything. He bit his lip as Matt gently gripped his aching member. Matt heard him whimper and he stopped, his body attuned to every sound and move that Chris was making.
"Do you want me to go on Chris?" He asked huskily as he nipping lightly at Chris's neck.
Tell him to stop, tell him not to touch that, doesn't he know who else hand has been there? Chris set his eyes to Matts' focusing completely on them as though they were his salvation. If he concentrated on Matt he could quiet those clamoring demons. Matt watched Chris' face as it set into an expression of hard resolve, glad to see that Chris was being strong against the things that plagued him and darkened his pretty blue eyes.
"Yes--please Matt..." Chris gasped, finally speaking, holding on tightly to Matt's neck.
Matt nodded and feasted on Chris's neck while he stroked Chris gently, his fingers tightening every so often and making Chris press harder into his hand. As Matts' hand moved over him, his body took over and melted away everything else and it was just him and Matt sharing a moment together, just like it always had been. Matt wanted to draw it out, to hear Chris whimper and moan in his ear, but Matt felt himself becoming hard again so he quickened the pace; suckling on Chris's neck and nipping at the throbbing pulse. He felt Chris's back arch and pulled away, whispering in Chris's ear.
"Cum for me Chrissy. Please, I want to hear you. It's been so long baby."
The sound of Matt's voice must have triggered Chris's orgasm because he pressed against Matt, crying out as he covered Matt's hand with his thick seed. Matt opened his hand and brought it up to his face, licking it clean with long swipes of his tongue as their eyes locked. Matt captured Chris's lips again and his tongue slipped inside; mingling their tastes and making them mewl and whimper. Finally Matt pulled away, gulping in large lungfuls of air, his eyes still hazy with lust.
"You're welcome to stay in here with me tonight." He panted as he nuzzled Chris' neck. "But I won't make you if you don't want too."
Matt stood up and helped Chris to his feet, kissing him again lightly before stretching out on the bed and waiting for Chris to make his move. Chris crawled into bed with Matt, comforted as Matt spooned him and wrapped his arms around, holding him close. Matt smiled against the back of Chris's neck, thanking god that Chris seemed to be taking the right steps. However in the back of his mind he felt as if maybe he had taken some of the steps too quickly. He was glad that they had shared those sensual moments, but he was worried that maybe Chris was trying too hard to come back to being normal. Chris wiggled and pressed back against him, a soft sigh ghosting from him and Matt made the resolve to keep a tighter lid on his passions. After all, if he hadn't of practically teased Chris with the outfit he had worn he was sure that tonight probably would have never happened. He kissed the back of Chris's neck, falling asleep with a genuine smile on face in what seemed like ages.