Matt and Jason Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 06

... be in a relationship again."

"Matt. Bud. You are not fucking 'damaged goods.' You're fucking incredible. Jesus Christ. Do not let that fucking bitch live in your mind rent-free. She's the damaged goods. Seriously."

Matt gave a weak smile, but didn't say anything.

I went on, emotions rising. "And yeah, I know all about being cheated on. That kind of pain just fucks with you bad, the insecurities and trust issues that form from it are some of the hardest things to get over. But you can't let it eat at you. I'm serious here: you are a better guy, a betterman than me and everyone in my crew together. And I don't say that as a guy trying to get into your pants, I'm saying this as your bud. As a friend. As a friend who got to know you at your worst moment, and is in awe of you. Who looks forward to seeing all your best moments. Whatever else, I'm fucking thankful for those two bitches. Without them, I'd never have gotten to spend time with you. Sex or not."

He was watching me. A curious look on his face. He finally looked down and murmured, "I know. I do, too. I just don't want to fuck things up. I mean, I'm scared that I'm fucking rebounding off a trainwreck of a relationship and I have no business...."

Fuck that shit. Fuck whatever bullshit he was thinking, whatever bullshit he was going to say. I was a guy who usually let actions speak louder than words. So, I leaned in, and cut him off by throwing my arms around him into a ferocious hug. Just holding him. ...

... Letting him feel the warmth of my skin against his. Letting him breathe in my scent. Hear my pulse. No other agenda. Just letting my feelings for him seep unfiltered through his senses, feeding directly to his brain.

Well, and giving me a chance to hold him, too.

We just stayed that way for a while. It was... different... just holding another guy like that. Guys felt so different. Matt felt so different.

"You know," he ventured softly, "You're always complimenting me. Guys don't usually get compliments." There was nothing really to say to that, so I just ran my hand up the back of his neck. Cradling his head as it rested against me. Letting his hair slide through my fingers.

Finally, he pulled back. He looked at me with a devilish glint in his eye. "Hold on a minute. Did you really just say you loved spending time with me... 'sex or not'?"

"Well... I mean, I certainly have a preference...."

Matt leaned in and kissed me. Like, fuckingkissed me.

And then did something with his tongue. Something that gets me rock-hard just thinking about....

*

The week that followed was all over the map. Matt was still in town through the weekend; but after that, his work was sending him on a week-long training workshop with a pair of colleagues. The lucky bastard was going to New Mexico. When things were first being planned, his work buds had made plans to spend the rest of the weekend after the workshop hiking through Bandelier National Monument, and they had talked Matt ...