Matt slept fitfully; his body betraying him and spilling into the sheets over and over through out the night. When dawn finally broke he was sitting up in bed, the sheets plastered to his skin with a mixture of seed and sweat. He wrinkled his nose and gently started to peel away the stiff cotton, hating himself for not being the one to give in. What really was the point anymore? They'd both made their points; they could go without sex—so did it really matter who gave in, in the end. Go ahead then Hardy. Be the little slutty bitch your husband thinks you are. His mind taunted as he frowned. With a swallowed growl Matt finally freed himself from the sheets and jumped into the shower; his mind reeling as tried to come up with a counter attack for Chris' little stunt that he pulled. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that Matt didn't even realize that he had showered and dried off until he felt the rough texture of denim sliding up his legs. He laughed ruefully and finished dressing, pulling on one of Chris' lavender button up shirts but letting it hang open, the pale light of the sun catching the water droplets on his chest and making them glitter.
The tacky and stained sheets leered at Matt as he moved about the room and he knew that he had to get rid of the wet-dream evidence before Chris came up for his shower. The thought of his lover sleeping on the couch pulled at Matt's heartstrings and he tossed the wadded up sheets on the floor as he hurried down stairs to make some sort of amends with Chris. Quietly he padded barefoot down the stairs and stood for moment in the door way of the living room; his eyes wandering over the form of his husband stretched out on the couch with a very noticeable tent in his sheet. Chris whimpered and Matt couldn't help but stare as he rolled his hips and arced away from the leather. It was obvious that Chris was suffering from the exact same thing that Matt had and he vowed that today would be the absolute last day of this asinine bet. Careful not to wake Chris, Matt headed into the kitchen and started to pull things out for breakfast, making sure that he had everything to make Chris' favorite. After all the way to any man's heart is through his stomach. Or in my case, the way to get any man's cock hard is to feed him decadent foods and dance in his lap.
By the time the aromatic aroma's wafted to Chris' nose, Matt had the table set and was already in his attire—tight jeans and an apron; his body on extreme alert for any and all small sounds. Blearily Chris ambled into the room and plopped down on the chair; grinding the palms of his hands into his eyes and completely ignoring Matt.
"Smells good." He remarked through a yawn.
"Well I wanted to say sorry for last night."
Matt's little kid voice finally brought Chris' eyes to him and Matt blushingly chewed his bottom lip as he moved over and slid into Chris' lap. For a moment Chris had no idea what to do or what was even going on. In fact he was still positive that he was dreaming and pinched himself; earning a laugh from Matt.
"I-is this some sort of joke Matt?' He finally bit out; angry that Matt would tease him so soon after what had transpired the night before. "Because let me assure you, I'm not laughing."
"No. I made you breakfast Chrissy. I'm sorry."
Matt leaned in and pressed his lips to Chris' prodding the moist seam with his tongue before thrusting it in and tasting his husband. His arms wrapped around Chris' neck and he crushed their chests together; grinding in Chris and whimpering into Chris' mouth. He hadn't meant for it to get so out of hand so quickly but just the feel of Chris's lips against his and their bodies pressed flush against each other was enough to trigger all the dreams from the middle of the night and make Matt into a groaning mess. Jesus Matt, you're supposed to be the one that can control it. Get a grip! Matt pulled back and flicked his tongue against his swollen lips; looking down in embarrassment before turning slightly to get Chris' plate. His fingers trembled as he plucked up one of the syrup covered pieces of French toast and presented it to Chris, whimpering when Chris sucked his fingers into his mouth and rolled his tongue around them. He felt Chris' hands roaming his back and he shivered as Chris ran his fingers ticklishly light down his spine; dipping the fleshy pads under the taught denim then raking his fingernails back up.
He couldn't help it; his hips started rolling and he tossed his head back, moaning brokenly as Chris leaned in and nipped hard at his throat. The apron went sailing, as did Chris' shirt and soon both their chests were covered in a fine sheen of sweat; glistening as their hands groped and bit into sensitive areas. Their broken cries echoed off the walls and Mat shimmied; grinding against the rock hard protrusion, mewing and whining as Chris thrust against him. Matt hurriedly reached down and tugged at the fly of Chris' jeans, nearly screaming in frustration when the zipper caught and wouldn't budge.
"Ma-Matty…" Chris groaned into his neck and held Matt tightly as he suddenly started to thrust his hips faster and faster until he tensed. "Fuck…" He whispered; his arms falling limply to his sides and his eyes fluttering close.
Even though he was still achingly hard Matt climbed from Chris' lap and all but ran up the stairs. He stripped from the humid denim and started at the large wet splotch that graced the backside. Blushing madly Matt threw them into the pile with the bed sheets and slipped into another pair after quickly rubbing one off. He heard Chris coming up the stairs; his footfalls hurried and with a gulp he ducked into the closet, closing the door to a mere crack.
"Damn fucking southerners." Chris mumbled as he stripped from his jeans and flung them against the wall next to the door. "He thinks he got one up on me? I'm going to show him who's the damn boss around here."
Matt waited until he heard the muffled hiss of water before tiptoeing out of the small alcove and dashed down the stairs, grabbing his zip up hoody and walking quickly over the land that separated his and Jeff's homes. It wasn't long after that the brothers found themselves standing at the cleared area that they used for their dirt bikes; both of them tossing their shirts onto a fallen log as the sun climbed higher and higher. After a few prodding questions from Jeff, Matt spilled about everything; quirking an eyebrow when his younger brother started to laugh hysterically.
"So—you're telling me—t-that you dry humped your husband in the kitchen?" Jeff asked between explosive giggles; his face turning a deep shade of red as he slowly sank down to his knees. "What the fuck are you Matt? Fifteen and don't know where what goes?"
"Shut up." Matt snapped; shoving Jeff into a rather large mud puddle that was left over from the day before's rain.
Jeff rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed Matt's ankle; yanking him into the puddle with him then wrestling around until the two of them were covered in a thin layer of the slick muck. Like two little boys they continued to battle; Jeff taunting Matt and Matt trying his best to shut Jeff's mouth. Their laughter rang out over the still and quiet land; the horse play helping Matt feel a little better. They wriggled around in the mud a few minutes longer before flipping over onto their backs and lying panting heavily as they stared up at the sky.
"S-so. What are you going to do about this thing with Chris?" Jeff asked as he rolled over onto his side and used his elbow to prop up his upper body.
"I'm thinking I might just give in. So what if Chris flaunts it? Atleast then I'm drilling him through the mattress instead of choking my chicken."
Jeff opened his mouth to say something but a shadow fell across their torsos and as one they turned their heads; Jeff quirking an eyebrow as Matt swallowed hard. Chris was standing over them; his arms crossed over his chest and a snarl on his face.
"Yo 'Fro, take a hike." Chris commanded as he continued to stare at Matt. "Unless of course you want to stay and watch what I'm about to do to your brother."
Chris really didn't give Jeff much time to do anything before he dove on top of Matt, scrambling to straddle his waist then pinning the younger man's arms above his head; smirking darkly as Matt pulled in a shaky breath.
"You want to act like a whore Matthew? Rubbing yourself against me like a cat in heat?" Chris growled, grinding his hips hard against Matt and chuckling as Matt whimpered and arched. "What's this now? Mr. I-can-control-myself is writhing in the dirt like a little slut? Have you had enough Matt? Have you?" Chris continued to rub against Matt; bending his head and nipping at Matt's throat, dragging his teeth over the wildly jumping pulse. "Maybe you just like acting like a little cock tease…"
"C'mon now Chris. There's no need for name calling." Jeff interjected.
"If you don't like it then leave." Chris snarled, then smiled wolfishly was he thrust hard against Matt; making the dark haired man cry out. "Unless of course you want to watch." He snickered as his released Matt's hands and trailed his fingertips down the straining muscles of his arms then over his rounded pecs where he stopped and plucked at the little hard nubs of Matt's nipples. "I bet you'd get off on that Jeff; watching me run my hands over your brothers' smooth skin and making him whimper and moan like the good little bitch he is. Yea, your brother's just a dirty little whore." Chris threaded on hand in Matt's hair and tugged hard, groaning deep in his throat as he continued to move against Matt. "Tell him Matty, tell your brother how much of a little whore you are."
Matt's face burned pink as his body moved of it's own accord; slipping against Chris' and rocking to meet the teasing thrusts of his husband. He opened his mouth to say something but all that issued was a hoarse moan as Chris forced him over onto his stomach; slamming against his ass with the force a freight train and making him yelp. He heard Jeff cough and his face went from pink to red as he realized that Chris' plan wasn't to tease him, but to humiliate him in front of his brother. Matt bucked backwards in an attempt to unseat Chris but it only earned him a sound slap to the ass and his hair pulled hard; his head jerking to the side and forcing him to stare at Jeff.
"What's the matter Matty?" Chris taunted; grabbing Matt's earlobe with his teeth and pulling as he ground and rolled his hips against Matt's ass; his hard on probing through both layers of their jeans. "Say the words Matt and I'll sink my hard cock between those pretty cheeks of yours." He purred; his thrusts getting harder against Matt's ass and making Matt grind into the soft mud. "I know you want it, you know you want it. Just open that pretty little mouth of yours and say it. Say you want my cock." He demanded; his grip getting tighter in Matt's hair. "Guess what love? I did some research today; I even wasted 99 cents on KGB to see if this was considered sex. And y'know what, it's not. There's no penetration, no genitals touching, no skin. So if you thought you won earlier, you didn't. And you're not going to."
"Alright Chris you made your damn point. Just let him up already." Jeff snapped.
"Y'know what 'Fro, for someone that doesn't want to see this, you still haven't left. Is it making you hard to see you're brother face down with me practically fucking the hell out of him? Hmmm? Tell what, if you stick around a little longer, you'll get to see the face he makes as he cums. His eyes closed and his mouth open as if he waiting for someone to shove their hard cock in there to silence the pathetic whining he does as he shoots his seed all over himself."
Matt closed his eyes as Jeff's widened in horror before he took off and any plan Matt had of letting Chris win shrivled up and died. Determined to put an end to it, Matt started bucking back against Chris; snaking his hand down between his legs and rubbing hard at the crotch of his jeans. It didn't take long for Matt cry out and tense; his body convulsing in the thick mud. Sweaty and dirty Matt struggled until he was able to throw Chris from his back and stand; his coffee colored orbs spiting fire at the panting man next to him. A wide smirk spread across Chris' face and he unzipped his jeans' pulling his hard length from it's fabric confines and stroking it hard as Matt watched.
"You know you want to taste me Matty." He purred as his hand slipped up and down the well lubricated flesh as more of the shining pre-essence leaked from the engorged and twitching head. "Admit it Matty, you want my dick ramming in and out of you; stretching you and filling you with my seed. You want it leaking from your lips as you try to swallow it all down. There's no shame in saying so." Chris' voice became breathy and Matt swallowed hard as Chris' tempo sped up. "Say it Matty and I'll fill your mouth right now." He panted, his eyes locking with Matt's.
"Fuck you Chris." Matt spat, his hands fisted at his sides. "You just fucked any chances of me giving in." With a devious smile on his face, Matt dropped back down and covered Chris' body with his own, his lips inches from Chris' ear as he whispered hotly. "And to think, I was going to ask you to fuck me. I was going to get on my knees for you and beg for that hard flesh to impale me and make me hurt. Sucks to know that because you want to take some things too far you just killed any chance of getting any from me until you're the one begging." He nipped Chris' ear and wrapped his hand around Chris'; feeling the throbbing flesh tense as Chris pumped both their hands. "See you at home……love." Matt laughed as he crushed his lips to Chris' before getting up and leaving Chris in the middle of the mud puddle as he came; Matt's name a curse shouted loudly into the winds.