Page 41 of Baking Battles

It’s funny how quickly Mattias can move when he wants to. How he clumsily rips Christopher’s t-shirt from his body, getting the hem stuck under his chin, as Christopher just smiles as Mattias climbs all over this ridiculous man and his bloody long legs that are kicking around as Mattias plasters his body on top of Christopher’s. How his one hand is pushing Christopher down on the bed, and his other hand is skimming his own arse out of his tight cotton boxers. Yeah, and that’s him again. Tugging Christopher’s boxers down over that perfectly round arse of his.Because Mattias needs skin. He wants naked. And his mind is spinning with fear, because this is total madness. Uncharted territory.

“I don’t know how to do this.” He pants out when he comes up for air, before his tongue is back in Christopher’s mouth, licking at the roof of his mouth as Christopher lets out a soft moan.

“Just do whatever you want to.” Christopher whispers. “I’ll like whatever you do.”

“Show me?” Mattias begs, letting his fingers bluntly trace Christopher’s lips.

His cheeks are flushed, and a bright red bloom has spread over his chest. And there is definitely something hard poking at Mattias’s stomach as Christopher flips him back over on the bed.

And there he is. Flat on his back with nothing but skin. Warm and soft against his body, pressing him down on the bed, as Christopher gently grinds his hips and lets his forehead come to rest against his own.

“I’m not going to last long. Not with you like this. I almost came when you climbed on top of me. You are so fucking hot, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.” Christopher whispers.

“Can I touch you?” Mattias asks. He wants to. So much.

“Here.” Christopher says, and grabs Mattias’s hand, pulling it up towards his mouth, kissing his fingertips.

He trails them down over his chin, drawing little lines over his jaw before making Mattias’s fingers stroke down over his chest.

“My nipples are really sensitive. Just stroke them, gently and I will purr like a kitten.” He smiles as Mattias leans up and sucks Christopher’s lips into his mouth. Hard. Probably a little too hard, but Christopher makes some sounds that seem to shoot straight to Mattias’s cock, and to be honest, he feels a little dizzy. Almost faint.

“The skin on my hips is another place I love being touched. Just slowly and softly, stroking down towards my groin.” He angles his hips up, and Mattias can feel Christopher’s cock bouncing softly against his own stomach, which apparently makes Mattias’s skin develop goosebumps. All over.

“Here,” Christopher says, planting another wet open-mouthed dirty kiss on Mattias’s mouth. Then he guides Mattias’s hand firmly downwards to his own crotch. “This, this here is Mr Cock.“ And Mattias’s hand falls gently on the hard organ, that jerks softly under his fingers.

“Mr Cock?” Mattias splutters out, as Christopher slides off his body, making himself comfortable alongside Mattias’s side, his arm folding in, so Christopher can rest his head against Mattias’s shoulder whilst Mattias’s hand is folded around a hard, warm penis. Guided gently by Christopher’s hand and Mattias doesn’t know what to say. Or do. Or how to feel about all this.

“Mr Cock likes being stroked. He likes his head being caressed and the foreskin just moving gently around in little circles. Just like this. But then he is very excited to meet your dick. Because he thinks they may become very, very good friends.”

Mattias doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His mouth is stuttering out syllables and his hand has somehow started to pump Christopher’s cock, slow lazy movements with Christopher’s hand still gently pressed on top of his own.

“Mine hasn’t got a name.” He blurts out. “Me and my dick have never really been on good terms. He’s really confusing. And lazy, because he never does what I want him to do when he needs to, but then he gets all hot and bothered…”

What the hell is he doing? Mattias stops in his tracks. He’s a grown-up bloke, lying here talking to his dick, and Christopher is nodding in agreement.

“I think you and your dick need to do some bonding. You and he need to have a little talk and then I think you should introduce him. Let him meet Mr Cock.”

Mattias just laughs. It’s ridiculous how much he likes this. Just lying here naked, stroking Christopher’s hardness, with his own naked manhood crazily on display. Right there. Not that Christopher is staring at it or anything, which would make Mattias all self-conscious and frankly weirded out. No, Christopher’s eyes have not left Mattias’s since rolling off him. He’s just there. Solid and grounding, staring at Mattias with so much love in his eyes that it’s honestly a little overwhelming.

His hand lets go of Christopher and he grasps clumsily at the duvet and manages to get underneath, Christopher right there helping him cover himself up.

“You are beautiful. Gorgeous. Never ever think you are not, because I won’t let you. I’m going to tell you how beautiful you are, every single day.”

“You are stunning.” Mattias manages to get out, and he can feel the blush creep back.

“I just want to be with you. Lie here all day long with you in my arms.” Christopher whispers, and his lips press against Mattias’s skin. His chest rising and falling with Christopher’s breaths pushing against his side.

“Then fuck me. Please. Show me what you need. I need to know…”

“Matt…” Christopher warns.

“No. This is what I want. You said this is where we are honest. In this bed. In our kingdom. I need this. I’ve spent my whole life having really, and I mean, really bad sex. Super bad. You wouldn't know, but when it’s bad, it’s so bad it makes your life horrible. Your relationship becomes a battlefield of lies and hiding, and trying to avoid getting into a situation which could lead to anything, because the last thing I wanted was to give Sara any ideas that I might want to have sex. I didn’t. It was too much pressure, and trying to perform when my head was somewhere else completely. Your head becomes full of guilt and shame and I hated myself. I hated Sara. I hated having this body that just didn’t work. And I hated that I didn’t understand how to make myself feel better. I hated that I didn’t want to have sex with my girlfriend, then we got married and I still didn’t want to have sex with my wife. It was the most stupid mistake I ever did, getting married. But you see? I need this. I need you to show me how it should be, because if you are in love with me, and I think, I think there is nobody else in the world that I would rather do this with, then this could be… I want it to be. I need it, and I need it to be you. Please. Please make it good. Please help me. Please just make me feel like I’m not broken.”

Mattias hasn’t noticed the tears running down his cheeks. How he is shaking with emotion. How he has once again let his mouth spill out all his bloody truths.

“Look. You are not broken. You are perfect, and wonderful, and I am so in love with you that I don’t know how to explain it to you. I’ve been a little in love with you most of my adult life. The idea of you. You, baby. Sweetheart, darling, look at me.”

He can’t. Instead, he curls up into Christopher’s chest, his hand still in a vice-like grip around Christopher’s now half-hard cock.

“Baby. Calm down. If that is what you need, then I will give you what you need. I will take care of you and make love to you, I promise. All day long until you are so sore and exhausted that you will beg me to stop. Okay?”

“Don’t stop.” Mattias whispers.

“I won’t.” Christopher replies, letting his hands roam gently all over Mattias’s chest. Slow gentle strokes whilst Mattias’s body shakes with sobs he didn’t know he had in him. His face buried against skin. His mind racing with confusion, and in a strange way relief.

“I love you.” Christopher says.

“Then show me.” Mattias replies.

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