Page 39 of The Official Problem
Kieran screwed his eyes shut. He couldn’t look at Matthieu right now. He was afraid he’d give too much away, that Matthieu might see something that would make him run, that it would feel too much like the past for Kieran to handle, and he might say something stupid he definitely didn’t mean.
“I’m close,” Kieran gasped.
His orgasm barreled in fast, gathering at the base of his spine and shooting bolts of electricity up his back into his limbs. His muscles tightened as he fought to stave it off. He needed a few more minutes of this. A few more minutes of…
“Be a good boy and cum for me, sweetheart,” Matthieu purred—and it was all over.
The pressure snapped like a rubber band, and Kieran erupted between them. Ropes of thick, hot cum splashing across Matthieu’s fist and up onto his stomach.
“Yesss,” he growled, stroking Kieran through it before letting his softening cock slip from his fist and picking up the pace on his own.
Kieran finally found the courage to open his eyes, but Matthieu wasn’t looking at him. He stared down between their bodies, entranced by the way Kieran’s release slid down his hand onto his shaft as he worked himself to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Matthieu chanted as he finally came, losing the strength to hold himself up and collapsing onto Kieran’s chest, lying spent as he tried to catch his breath.
Kieran imagined sliding his hands over Matthieu’s back, fantasized about tracing gentle circles into his skin, whispering soft words into his hair as the world came back into focus. He knew better than to cross that line. Instead, he soaked in the warmth of Matthieu’s body and listened to the soft puffs of breath as he slowly came back to life.
“I should go,” Matthieu muttered, far too soon.
“Okay.” He knew better than to protest. “You can shower first. I’ll be good and stay put,” Kieran offered.
Matthieu nodded, a strange, solemn expression on his face. “Thanks,” he added, pulling himself up from where he’d been crushing Kieran against the mattress.
The loss of his weight felt like something Kieran might never recover from.
“I won’t be long.”
True to his word, he left in under ten minutes. Kieran stayed where Matthieu left him, staring past the ceiling, wondering how he was supposed to survive this.
Wondering if he even wanted to.
FIFTEEN
MATTHIEU
November 2023 - Pittsburgh
Matthieu stared down at the message he’d managed to type, yet hadn’t sent, debating whether hitting that fateful button was in his best interest. The incident at the club could’ve been chalked up as a slip-up. The repeat at the hotel in New Jersey? A mistake. Doing this with Kieran a third time? That made it something else entirely.
He looked around the hotel room, fancier than the places he usually stayed on the road. He’d paid fifty bucks more per night than he liked to be in the same hotel the Inferno were staying in. ThatKieranwould be staying in.
Matthieu hit send, trying not to feel foolish.
Matthieu
Text me your room number once you check in.
The contact was still saved as “unknown.” Giving it a name made the whole thing feel too real. Using Kieran’s name? Too dangerous. The reply came faster than Matthieu expected.
Unknown
I won’t have long.
Matthieu
Then make sure you’re prepared this time.
Unknown
