Page 41 of Starfish and Coffee
“That doesn’t make you unique.” Matt pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to order dinner. “I thought you loved me for my sucking.”
“That too,” Alex agreed.
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Well fed, just drunk enough to feel fantastic, and sprawled out on Matt’s bed in nothing but his underwear. Something about this whole scenario was very familiar, but Alex couldn’t find it in himself to give a fuck. Matt was rubbing his back. His hands were big and powerful, and the stuff he used wasn’t that cheap baby-oil shit Alex had been using on Holly. The lotion had a fragrance that was woodsy and masculine, and it was turning Alex on like crazy.
“It’s sandalwood,” Matt explained when Alex asked what the hell the scent was so he could buy some to jerk off with.
Alex closed his eyes and groaned as Matt worked strong fingers into the curves of Alex’s neck. “The smell’s making my dick hard.”
Matt laughed. “Could you be any more queer?”
“You own the shit, motherfucker.”
Matt stopped rubbing Alex’s back to lean down and lick at the shell of his ear. “Yeah, but I bought it for you. I knew you’d like it.”
“I do.” Alex smiled and reached blindly behind him, searching for Matt’s ass. He settled for his thigh and squeezed affectionately. “Lemme make me you feel good.”
“How about I make you feel good for a change?” Matt resumed the massage, moving his hands down to the meaty area beneath each shoulder blade. “You don’t have to work for everything, Lex. You know that, right? You can just let someone do something nice for you.”
“I thought I was the rent boy.”
Matt paused at his joke, his hands stilling on Alex’s back. “Do you really feel like my rent boy?”
“In the best way possible,” Alex assured him. “I like being a cheap slut. I can be bought for the simple price of lotion that smells like high-class men.”
“I’m being serious.”
Alex groaned. “Please don’t be. I feel too good to be serious.”
Matt heeded Alex’s wishes and resumed his massage, working the knots out of his shoulders slowly and diligently until Alex felt positively liquid with relaxation.
“God, why are you so good at this?” Alex asked as Matt worked on his lower back with the same determination he attacked anything he set his mind to. “It’s like you have a gift.”
“You play enough football, and you learn how massages work. You know I played college ball for two years. I spent lots of time on a massage table.”
“Why’d you quit?”
“I dunno.” Matt sighed. “’Cause I was sick of hearing my mama bitch about it. After my dad died, I put a lot of effort into making her happy. Then I wised up and figured out it was impossible.”
“Your mama does know how to bitch. Man, I could hear her across the room the other day when she called you about the bike.”
“She’s still bitching about the bike.”
Alex laughed. “She’d flip her fucking lid if she found out about us.”
“I don’t really care. At this point, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about us. You’re the only sane part of my life.” Matt pressed his lips to the curve of Alex’s spine. “Roll over, Lexie.”
Something about the way Matt used that nickname, always at the right time, made Alex feel very obedient. He rolled over beneath Matt and then caressed his hair when Matt pressed his face against Alex’s cock straining against the confines of his white boxer briefs.
“I want to be the rent boy tonight.” Matt looked up Alex, his light eyes swirling with emotion. “Let me take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me.” Alex stroked his hair, pushing it away from his face. “Don’t you have enough people wanting a piece of you?”
“Everyone but the one person I actually want to need me,” Matt agreed as he cupped Alex’s hard dick through his underwear.
“Shit.” Alex arched, pushing his cock deeper into Matt’s hand.
