Page 58 of Embers Glow After the Fire

Matthew straps his shoulders and pulls him tight. Growling in pain or maybe delight.

Brendon silently wishes he’d stay longer or that a freak mid-summer blizzard would gust in at any second and trap them together for another week. His fingers tickle the cinnamon hairs sprouting from the v of Matthew’s collar and he cranes in to kiss. Their breath is soured from greasy remnants of lo mein sauce but lips still taste salty-sweet.

“You’re going to start something.” Matthew rasps between stinky kisses.

“I fully intend to finish.”Brendon rolls up to his knees and straddles Matthew’s hips, nuzzling nose to nose and pecking his upper lip.

“Mmm.” Matthew hums, yanking their bodies tighter and kissing Brendon’s chin. His dick fills his shorts under the weight of straddling thighs.

Brendon’s dick meets his through taut fabrics as he rolls his hips. He slips a hand inside Matthew’s waistband and teases the smooth tip of his cock with flirty fingertips.

Matthew’s skull digs back into the mattress as moans escape his gaping mouth.

Brendon nibbles his fuzzy lip, releasing the button of his shorts when he feels silken wetness between his fingers.

He trails soft kisses over his t-shirt, poking a hard nipple through cotton with the tip of his tongue and dragging down his belly to the swollen head of Matthew’s dick, tracing it’s ridge before lapping up and down its shaft, coating it completely and stroking with pursed lips.

“Brendon—I haven’t showered.” Matthew whispers an apologetic protest but his hips beg to go on.

“I don’t care.” Brendon’s mouth is full. He savors the musky scent under his nose and the nutty flavor on his tastebuds. Exciting a pulse in the taut denim of his own shorts.

Matthew’s hand lands on the back of Brendon’s head and he gently lifts up into his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

Brendon rolls his tongue and bobs faster with each glide. He wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing and suckling the head as it swells with pleasure.

Matthew’s knees spread and his toes curl as his pelvis grinds into Brendon’s face.

“I’m coming.” He rasps.

Brendon holds still until convulsions coat his throat. He licks his slippery lips as he crawls up to meet Matthew’s dreamy gaze.

Matthew dives forward and presses their faces together sampling himself in Brendon’s mouth. His big arms clench them chest to chest as their heartbeats merge.

“You’re delicious.” Brendon smirks.

Matthew’s cheeks flush with his giggle.

The studio apartment is beginning to fill with light as the sun rises over the back yard. The humming air conditioner brings their heated bodies back down to near shivers.

Brendon lifts away and off the mattress but Matthew clamps his wrist and pulls him back.

“What about you?” His eyes twinkle.

“We need to get you to the airport.” Brendon groans. “You can join me in the shower if you’d like?” His wags a brow.

Matthew hops up and rounds the room with joy in his prance.

“Come on then.”

Brendon chuckles, gathering a sack of toiletries from a suitcase and following into the cramped ensuite. There’s just enough space for both to fit past the sink single file and into the shower. The hot water flows and a steam cloud is swirling in minutes.

Brendon peels off his clothes and Matthew rushes after him. He has to duck under the sloped wall jutting into their headspace, giving Brendon the tallest side of the bath but regaining his full height when their bodies come together.

They’re both slick and gleaming with warm streams as Brendon squeezes creamy soap into each of their palms. The scent of honey and vanilla wafts on steam. He’s rock hard when Matthew’s hand finds his dick.

Their faces lock together and tongues tie as Matthew’s fingers stroke the pulsing pole, reaching under taut balls and teasing his taint. He crouches and water sprays past Brendon’s shoulder, soaking apricot curls and dripping off ginger eyelashes. He opens his mouth and dives forward, swallowing every inch.

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