Page 27 of I've Walked Where You've Been
Ethan was bright red across his chest, now, and Matty kissed his hip a few times before settling his hands over the edge of Ethan’s sweatpants, looking up questioningly.
Ethan gave him a jerky nod and Matty didn’t waste any time, pushing down the hem carefully, making sure to remove the boxers at the same time.
Matty cupped Ethan’s cock so that it didn’t just spring out, and Ethan jerked underneath him, barely helping Matty get his clothes the rest of the way off.
“Shit, that’s a pretty dick,” Matty murmured because itwas, long and not too thick, with a nice, flared head that was already a little wet at the tip.
“Oh, my God.” Ethan groaned in embarrassment, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“‘Oh, my God’ is right,” Matty replied distractedly, taking the head of Ethan’s dick into his mouth.
Matty had only ever had sex with Barb, so he’d never sucked a dick, but man, had he thought about it—aboutthisdick specifically. Matty had a bit of an oral fixation, and just the idea of his mouth stuffed full of Ethan’s dick had always made him come hard and fast when he was alone in the shower.
Ethan made a loud, cut-off noise, but thankfully barely moved his hips as Matty tried taking more. He went slow, exploring an inch at a time, getting used to the feel of his lips tucked over his teeth, of how his spit was running down his chin, down Ethan’s dick.
He focused on doing what he’d liked when Barb had done it to him and going on instinct—jerking Ethan off where his mouth couldn’t quite reach yet, letting everything get a little sloppy, wet and easy between them.
Even going a little too far was doing it for Matty—his body jolting in a half gag, mouth so full his jaw was starting to ache a little. He rubbed himself against the mattress, feeling ridiculously close to the edge already just from the noises that Ethan was making, from the way his hand was buried in Matty’s hair, not yanking or pushing, a comforting weight at the back of his head.
“Fuck, Matty, I’m gonna…pull off if you don’t wanna…” Ethan’s voice was strained, his hips twitching, dick leaking in Matty’s mouth, and wasn’t that a trip? To have reduced Ethan to this?
Matty looked up, and the way Ethan was staring did him in. The fuckingwantin his eyes, theaffection. Matty had to close his eyes, moaning around Ethan’s dick, and apparently that was all Ethan needed to finally come.
The taste wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was exhilarating to have Ethan come inside him like that, to fill up his mouth. It was enough to push Matty off the edge, hips stuttering on the mattress.
Matty sat back, wiping his face as best he could before pressing his cheek against Ethan’s thigh, panting and trembling a little at the feel of his oversensitive cock still trapped inside his sweats.
Ethan just petted his hair for a little while as they settled, a deep calm infusing Matty’s blood and bones as he melted into the bed.
“Come up here,” Ethan complained, pulling at Matty’s hair slightly.
Matty hummed questioningly, blinking sleepy eyes up at Ethan without moving.
“Come up here, it’s my turn.”
Matty could feel himself blush, burying his face into Ethan’s leg and muttering.
Ethan shifted his leg a little. “Huh?”
“I already came,” Matty said more clearly, still hiding his face.
There was a pause. “From blowing me?”
Matty didn’t reply becauseof coursefrom blowing him.
There was another moment of silence before Ethan was tugging him up more urgently. “Holy fuck, that’s hot. From blowing me? You liked it that much?”
“Shut up,” Matty muttered, not sure why he was so embarrassed.
Ethan didn’t seem to either, hauling him in for a kiss that was even deeper and more urgent than the previous ones.
Matty made a desperate noise at Ethan licking the remnants of come out of his mouth, his whole body twitching in Ethan’s arms.
Ethan bit at Matty’s bottom lip playfully and pulled away. “I think you can come again.” Ethan stared at him, cheeks almost literally on fire.
“What?”
“I think you can come again,” Ethan repeated before moving Matty onto his back and unceremoniously taking his sweats and boxers off.
