Page 41 of Simply Perfection
Matt moaned. “Fuck, Niall.”
“That’s the idea. Take me, Matt. Make me yours.”
He’d never had a lover fill him the way Matt did. So deep, so connected. When Matt made love to Niall, it always felt as though it was more than their bodies joining. When Trevor had confessed his love earlier, Niall had sensed their spirits linking. That peace, that rightness, had been a balm that soothed every scrape that had scored Niall’s soul over his lifetime. Niall knew this was the time to cement his bond with Matt.
Before he revealed the words though, Matt jerked open Niall’s jeans, pushed the denim out of the way and with a little shove sent Niall back onto the leather. Shivers of excitement and anticipation raced up and down Niall’s spine. Matt stripped Niall’s jeans the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Niall scooted back on the chaise so Matt could kneel between Niall’s legs.
Matt dug out the lube they’d taken to stashing in the storage ottoman. Matt slicked up his fingers and entered Niall in one smooth push. Two of Matt’s fingers were inside him. Niall’s head pressed back into the cushion, and he swallowed the cry threatening to erupt for fear of waking Trevor. In and out Matt’s fingers moved, stretching and slicking Niall’s channel for Matt’s possession.
Niall felt empty and hungry while Matt sheathed his cock with a condom from his wallet. Matt tossed Niall’s legs over his broad shoulders, one hand gripped the edge of the chaise beside Niall’s head and the other on Niall’s hip, securing their position on thefurniture. The cords of muscles on Matt’s neck stood out from the top of his still-buttoned shirt.
Niall tilted his hips and reached between his legs to guide Matt’s cock to his entrance. Matt sank inside. Niall slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent the scream from both the pleasure and bite of pain escaping. Matt looked at Niall with confusion.
“Trevor. We can’t wake Trevor.”
Matt nodded, lowered his head, bestowed Niall with the sweetest of kisses and thrust. Each slam of Matt’s cock into Niall’s ass caused Niall to arch and suck in gaping breaths. When Matt found his sweet spot, Niall nearly came. Matt pumped Niall’s body again and again—each time he found a deeper spot, each time he twisted their souls tighter together. Niall's body trembled, his cock firm and high against his stomach. He lifted his shirt, took hold of himself, and seconds later white ropes painted his belly while he shuddered in Matt’s arms.
With a strangled cry, Matt shoved deep one last time, and Niall felt Matt’s cock throb inside his body as Matt climaxed. Niall let out an “oof” as Matt’s heavier body collapsed on top of him. He used the muscles in his legs to corral their bodies, so they didn’t end up tumbling to the floor. As their breaths evened out, Matt slid out of Niall’s body. Matt nuzzled at Niall’s throat with soft kisses and tiny licks that made Niall sigh. Matt pushed on the sofa and rose from Niall’s body. While Matt dealt with condom, Niall realized he’d yet to do the most important thing. Matt returned from the hall bath with a damp cloth and kneeled beside the sofa to clean Niall’s stomach. When their eyes met, Niall knew the words were hardly required, but absolutely necessary.
“I love you,” he proclaimed.
“I know. I love you too.”
Niall took Matt’s head between his hands, stared into the green eyes of the forest and hunted for the truth. He smiled. “I know.”
Their lips touched, and their bond sealed. Niall’s spirit was complete for the first time in his life.
“So tell me what’s been going on here today?” Matt asked.
Niall lay across the sofa, his head resting on Matt’s lap as they watched TV.
“You jump me at the door, and I find out that Trevor is not only here but already sound asleep in your bed.”
“Trevor showed up around four o’clock. Before I could even ask him why, he jumped me the way I jumped you. Literally in his case.” Niall smiled. “He had his arms around my neck, legs around my waist and tongue down my throat before I had time to react. Afterwards, he crashed harder than I’ve ever seen him. From one moment to the next, he was gone.”
“Bad day, you think?”
Niall looked up Matt and took a second to enjoy the feel of Matt’s fingers running through his hair. He hummed inappreciation. “Just before he conked out, he said it was both a really good and really bad day. He wanted to explain everything, but asked to wait until you got home.”
“Then shall we go wake sleeping beauty?”
Niall chuckled because he knew the moniker would drive Trevor nuts. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the sofa. Before he took two steps, Matt’s arms snaked around Niall’s waist and pulled him back to Matt’s deep chest.
“Do you think he’ll be able to say it one day?” Matt asked, softly.
Niall grinned. He knew what Matt was asking, but he refused to steal Trevor’s thunder.
“I do.”
Matt’s arms gave a gentle squeeze, and they headed off for the bedroom at the back of the condo. Niall pressed open the door and peered into the dark room. The light from the hallway cut a path toward the bed, Trevor’s slender shape nothing but a lump beneath the blankets. Niall and Matt entered quietly and walked up to the bed. He saw Trevor lay on his side and had curled his body around one pillow. Niall gestured for Matt to be the one to wake their lover.
Matt sat on the edge of the mattress and slid tresses of Trevor’s hair away from his face.
Matt frowned and looked up at Niall.
“He’s a little warm,” Matt whispered.
Niall switched off the mattress pad. “Maybe it’s from the extra heat. He was shivering when I tucked him in.”
