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  There's another few seconds of looking, and then Joel is smiling, leaning across the slight gap between them and nudging Matthew's lips apart with his own, his hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. Matthew sighs into the kiss, leaning in a little more himself, and soon he's opened up with a slide of tongue, a chase of lip, and a gasp of approval as teeth tease at sensitive flesh.

  Not wanting to come across as though he does not know what he's doing, Matthew grabs Joel around the waist and hauls him up to straddle his lap. Matthew's fingers immediately unzip the blue hoodie Joel is wearing and as Joel shrugs out of it, Matthew presses fingertips just beneath his t-shirt so he can yank that up over his head as well. Joel grins at the gesture and gives a pleased hum as Matthew splays his hands around his sides to hold him steady and leans in to lick over a nipple. After another lick he adds his teeth with a swirl of tongue that has Joel arching against his mouth with a pleased hum.

  Joel's reaction gives him confidence, and Matthew wastes no time in paying the same attention to his other nipple before gripping hard to his ass and grinding up against him. That has Joel's mouth falling open with a small groan, and soon they're rutting together through a rough kiss that's all tongue and teeth.

  "Now," Joel says after another minute, resting gentle hands on the sides of Matthew's face and pulling away slightly to look at him, "before we take this any further... because we probably should've discussed this long before now... uh. You clean?"

  Matthew feels a flush to his cheeks and takes in the wince in Joel's expression, giving a short nod. "I'm clean. Tested three months ago at some free sexual health drive down at the local centre I went to with Sarah. Not been with anyone since. You?"

  "Also clean," Joel grins at him, ducking down and claiming a filthy kiss in what feels to Matthew like a reward more than relief. "Got tested before I moved back here. Figured it's a fresh start, I might as well check everything's as it should be." Matthew gives a pleased hum in answer, and opens up the kiss.

  "You want to stay here? On the couch? Or take this somewhere else?" Joel asks after a couple more minutes, kissing the question into Matthew's neck and grinning at the way he first rapidly shakes his head, then pauses before giving one sharp nod. Then Joel's standing, hauling Matthew to his feet and at the same time pulling at his shirt in an attempt to get it off. There's a stumbling walk to the bedroom as Matthew leads the way, and they're barely through the door before they're on each other once again.

  Joel drops his hand between them and presses his thumb along the swell of Matthew's cock through his jeans, swallowing his answering moan as he claims his mouth. Matthew's breath catches as he feels Joel unzipping his jeans and popping open the button, and he grips Joel's shoulders at the sudden way his jeans and boxers are shoved down. He's struggling to catch his breath all over again as soon he's naked. Joel's hand is around him and stroking, curling a tight heat in Matthew's gut as he watches his cock slip between Joel's fingers. A quick swirl of Joel's thumb over the head leaves Matthew stuttering, which only invites him to do it again.

  Joel pulls back and sheds his own clothes, and there's a brief awkward tangle of limbs before they're on the bed. And this is when their exploration begins: they run hands out over smooth chests, dipping between them to cup balls and stroke along lengths as they each raise and angle their legs to give the other easier access, all with a dirty slide of tongue as the kiss from earlier continues almost non-stop. They're both hard and leaking, and soon exploring hands are replaced by them rutting together side by side with escaping moans of encouragement keeping them going.

  Matthew's heart is pounding frantically with every touch between them. His limited experience has been fumbles in the backs of cars or in poorly lit bar corners. To have Joel naked and pressed up against him with such enthusiasm is all kinds of incredible. Joel seems to know each and every spot to tease or caress to send a shot of desire through him, and even if there had been a shred of doubt left in him when they'd stumbled to his bed, Matthew can't help but think this has been a very, very good idea.

  "Sit up for me."

  Joel's sudden request has Matthew confused but he does as asked, understanding the instant Joel straddles him on his knees with his cock hard and rigid in Matthew's face. Matthew grins, thrilled that this is where they're starting. He's only done this twice, and both of those times have been with a condom. But not only has Matthew surprised himself by realising he enjoys giving head, but he seems to be reasonably good at it. Matthew grips lightly around Joel's hips to pull him closer as he mouths his way up the underside of his cock, smiling at the hum Joel responds with.

  Matthew stretches up a little so that he can flick his tongue out over Joel's cock head and grins again as Joel's hips stutter in response, humming to himself at the taste. Joel tilts himself down a touch which gives Matthew the chance to lap his tongue over him properly then slowly take him inch by inch until his mouth is full of hard, leaking cock.

  The slight saltiness of pre-cum has his mouth watering and the weight pressing down on his tongue makes Matthew moan; he slips his hands to the flats of either side of Joel's cock and presses, licking and swirling his tongue around the length and tentatively hollowing his cheeks to give a hard suck. Joel groans, gripping tight around his shoulders, encouraging him to bob up and down with that continual suck and swirl.

  "Let me fuck your mouth," Joel growls out. Matthew goes still for a second then pulls off and looks up, giving a nod of consent, and tries to not show that although he's willing, he's still a little apprehensive. He watches Joel's hands rise to cup his face, waits for him to press his tip against his lips then parts them, opening his mouth up. He keeps still, getting accustomed to the thrust of hot flesh between his lips that's inching repeatedly further inside.

  "Angle your jaw like this," Joel whispers, tilting Matthew how he wants him and letting out a louder groan of enjoyment. He's not thrusting too hard, yet Matthew feels the potential strength there, and it thickens and fills him just at the thought of it. Even when Joel's cock head begins bumping at the back of his throat and making his eyes water, Joel's gentle encouragement, patience, and instruction mean Matthew is soon able to take an inch more of him in.

  Feeling daring, Matthew braces himself and swallows around the head jutting into his throat. It feels strange and he has to remind himself not to panic at the restriction to his breathing. But this, the way his second swallow has Joel cursing and stuttering above him, is empowering, making Matthew want to take in even more.

  Another couple of thrusts and Joel is pulling out of his mouth, bending to kiss him frantically then sitting back on his heels for a second before rolling over on to the bed and gripping hard around his base. Matthew's eyes are greedily on the wet slickness there, and he can't stop himself leaning forward to give another lick before laying back himself and grinning.

  "Yeah, you've got every right to be looking so smug," Joel tells him with an arched eyebrow and a wicked grin, leaning in for another kiss. And soon they're back to that side by side rutting, the growls and groans getting louder as their grips on each other become more demanding.

  "Ever been fingered?" Joel pulls back to ask, and it's only a question, but the way Matthew's dick jolts gives them both the signal that this is something he wants even before Matthew can stutter out his no.

  "Wanna see what it's like?" Joel grins, palming over him and smirking harder at the way Matthew jolts into his hand.

  "Yeah..." Matthew manages to stutter out this time, shakily reaching for the lube in the drawer by his bed and passing it to Joel.

  "Ever done it to yourself?"

  Matthew begins to shake his head but then nods in admission. "I... I tried. It didn't... it didn't feel much of anything so I... I guess I didn't do it right."

  "If this works out? I'm bringing over some toys for us to play with," Joel tells him with glee dancing in his eyes. Then he's using one hand to lift and position Matthew's knees how he wants them and crawling in between. He bend
s to give one long lick up the length of Matthew's cock, and at his startled gasp he raises an eyebrow at him and leans in for a quick suck that leaves Matthew trembling. Joel smirks with glee all over again. Matthew swallows with difficulty, watching as Joel presses his knees further apart, leaving him trembling with excitement at the feeling of being exposed.

  "You ready?" Joel asks a second later with slicked fingers. Matthew gives a nervous nod then holds his breath, a gesture which has Joel shaking his head and instructing him to relax. Matthew shifts to wedge another pillow beneath his head so he can watch comfortably and sees Joel grinning with a wicked wink.

  At the circling of a slick finger around the edge of his rim Matthew's legs jolt a fraction wider. The blunt press of a fingertip against him has his stomach knotting, and Joel keeps that up, pushing bluntly though gently, slipping more lube from his adjacent fingers until Matthew's hole begins to give. A fingertip slips inside and Matthew catalogues the feeling. It's neither good nor bad yet, but there's this clenching ache all the way up inside him that he thinks is telling him how much this is something he wants.

  Joel's eyes are full of intent. T]The look makes Matthew's cock jolt yet again just for seeing it. But then Joel's pressing a little harder and his finger is sliding further and further inside him, and once he's in right up to his knuckle Joel stops, looks up, checks how Matthew is doing. He keeps his gaze there as he slides that finger back out. He slides it in again, and all Matthew can describe the feeling as is an intrusion. But when Joel begins a shallow thrust in and out, that feeling of intrusion shifts to small sparks of pleasure that have Matthew parting his legs a little more in surprise.

  "That good?" Joel asks with a kiss to the knee he's got his free hand wrapped around; Matthew's only able to answer with a rapid nod. "Ready for another?"

  Matthew's head presses back into his pillows as he's breached with a wider stretch. It's an aching kind of pain he doesn't want to attempt to describe, and Joel pauses when he's about halfway in to drizzle more lube around his rim, ready to push it in to slick him up even more. He gives another thrust, and another, and that aching stretch is still there, but is now studded with even more of those little licks of pleasure that flare out through Matthew and make his cock bounce and twitch despite being untouched.

  "More," Matthew finds himself choking out, and when he raises his head enough to look he finds that lust has blackened Joel's eyes, pinned his lower lip between his teeth. First he begins thrusting his fingers into Matthew a little faster, then adds a little roughness, until Matthew's moaning out and pleading all over again. With a wink Joel shifts himself a little, and between these little short gasps of breath forced out of Matthew's mouth comes a whimpering he never thought he'd hear himself give. He looks down, sees the way Joel's spreading him open as he scissors his fingers inside of him, the visual confirmation of what he's feeling making him leak.

  Matthew's still watching as Joel withdraws his fingers, forms them into a cone with a third and all but shoves them back in. The answering stretch and fullness has Matthew whimpering again and he has no strength left in him to keep his head up to watch. The thrust of those three fingers inside him has his knees splaying wider still, and for every fingertip exploration another stutter escapes from his throat, urging Joel for even more.

  "Let's see," he hears Joel muttering. Seconds later Matthew is arching forward and letting out a noise that's halfway between a strangled cry and a plea for more. Joel's grinning at him triumphantly when he eventually manages to make eye contact. His fingers have stilled within him but the second Matthew manages to look at him Joel's crooking his fingers again, sending the most tortuous shoots of pleasure through him with every single little stab.

  "Could probably make you come like this," Joel grins, slowly withdrawing his fingers and leaning in for a kiss. Matthew half-wants him to keep going, but then Joel's pushing on his arms to tell him to stay on his back. He slicks himself up, lining their cocks up and rutting between the splay of his legs, and Matthew loses the words to protest. Joel grabs Matthew's legs with a strong grip and wraps them around his waist, thrusting against him and mouthing along his neck before claiming a kiss, darting his tongue into his mouth with every roll of his hips until clearly the pleasure's too much for him to keep that up and it becomes messy and sloppy all over again.

  The room's filled with nothing but the creak of the bed and their stuttered gasps; Matthew grabs Joel's ass and grinds up against him which results in guttural moans out of them both. Then Joel's pulling back, grabbing Matthew's wrist and guiding him to wrap his hand around their cocks as his own fingers slip between Matthew's to do the same.

  They're both whimpering at the slick grip of their hands, and soon they lose all ability to kiss to the slide of their hands and the roll of their hips, fucking into their joint fists in a desperate, chaotic mess. Matthew knows he's only got a few more thrusts in him and judging from the expression on Joel's face he's almost there as well.

  Another thrust, another moan, and Matthew's coming. Joel's eyes are watching him as he spurts out across the back of their hands and utters a single fuck before one harder thrust of his own, then he's painting them both as well. They stay curled into one another as they regain their breath, both grimacing at the stickiness of their hands, though finding time to lean in for one more grinning kiss.

  "Shower?" Matthew asks, realising it's the first word he's actually said for ages. They wash away their stain under the stream of the water, continuing their exploration of each other over wet skin. They dress, fall to the couch, a lazy kiss carrying them through another half an hour before they're pulling each other up, sitting side by side, and grinning a little idiotically.

  "That okay for you?" Joel asks. Matthew's nodding before he's even got half the words out. "Think you want to do it again?"

  Matthew answers by leaning across to claim yet another filthy kiss that's answered with a rumble of laughter and a slide of tongue. They distract themselves once more, and when they next look up it's definitely late. Both of them have early starts so they agree to meet again soon, and Matthew says goodbye to Joel at the door with yet another kiss.

  Matthew's grinning to himself, tidying up unnecessarily and setting out clothes and his bag for the morning while humming to himself until his phone buzzes and catches his attention.

  "Sunday?" Matthew reads, his stomach giving a jolt of anticipation. He's firing back an, "I'm free all afternoon and evening," before he's even giving himself a chance to second guess it, and the following days are filled with messages of filthy promises and discussions of things they want to do when they next meet.

  *~*~*

  As greetings go, Matthew thinks, being pressed firmly back against his own door and having a six-foot mound of muscle grinding up against him and kissing him intensely is probably one he's going to be in favour of from now on. Matthew slips his hands into Joel's jean pockets and grabs; Joel responds with a low groan and dirty thrust of tongue.

  "Hello to you, too," Matthew says eventually when Joel pulls back and rewards him with a wicked grin.

  "Might as well start as we mean to go on," Joel winks, then shrugs out of his jacket and kicks off his shoes, leaning over to give Matthew a softer kiss before bending and retrieving the bag he'd dropped by the door when he'd first come in.

  "Not that I object," Matthew laughs, eyeing the bag curiously, "but don't you even want a coffee first?"

  Joel rustles through the bag and pulls out a long rectangular box which he deposits in Matthew's waiting hand. "We've got all day for coffee. I came with gifts," Matthew turns the box over and swallows on seeing a long, thick dildo all but winking up at him.

  "Gift from an ex. Never used. Thought maybe you'd want to give it a try before the real thing."

  There's a rushing sound that fills Matthew's ears as it seems his body is catching up with Joel's intentions, that aching drag of needing to be filled he's had on occasion roaring at him for attention. Joel leans in to nuzzle int
o his neck; his hand drifts up and squeezes around Matthew's swelling length through his jeans.

  "Clearly you like the idea," Joel teases, keeping up a trail of kisses from neck to jaw before eventually claiming his mouth. Matthew's helpless to do anything but whimper, rock into Joel's hand, and grip onto the box he's very interested in opening and putting the contents of to use. Just as soon as his brain unsticks him enough to let him walk his way to the bedroom.

  "You're assuming I... I don't wanna... I don't wanna fuck you first," Matthew tries to keep his voice level and at least sound like he's in control of himself, he really does, but it's difficult with Joel unzipping him, squeezing his length through his boxers and thoroughly distracting him in the process. He's pleased at least to see the way Joel's smile falters a little and feel the hard length rocked against his thigh straight after he's blasted his words out.

  "We'll get to that too. All in good time," Joel says, though his voice has dropped with lust and he's still rutting against Matthew as though he has little control over what his hips are doing. Matthew cups and drags Joel's face closer to kiss him, taking the time to lick into his mouth just to feel the stutter of response.

  "Is it... is it, uh, normal? To want to try... uh, you know. Both?" Matthew asks in between biting kisses, one hand dropping to grip Joel's ass again so he can grind against him some more as his other hand remains curled around Joel's jaw.

  "You mean fucking," Joel growls, a hard roll against him, "and getting fucked?" he continues, a hand sliding down Matthew's ass and insistent fingers jabbing between his cheeks. Matthew's helpless to do anything but whimper and nod.

  "If it's normal for you, it's normal. How are you gonna figure out what you like if you don't try, huh? But sure, some guys like both, some only like it one way. You figure it out as you go."