Page 64 of Matthew

Kom saw no weakling when he looked at what had been a silently screaming soul, begging for a light out of the darkness. He saw a survivor, a man every bit as strong as any Nobek who’d raced howling into battle against an unstoppable enemy. Matt had run from his demons at first, but in the end, he’d stood firm and faced the worst opponents life could have thrown at him: those who were supposed to have taken care of him as a child. Those he should have been able to count on.

You have that now. Kom thought the words the Nobek creed wouldn’t allow him to say, thought them hard, as if doing so would allow Matt to hear his heart.As long as I draw breath, you have me. I love you, Matthew Larsen.

Matt was a golden light among them, Avir decided. His demons laid to rest, Matt shone bright. Other diners glanced at him from time to time as he sat there, and they smiled for no other reason than he was ethereal.

That those entrusted with his upbringing had eclipsed him was a splinter in the Dramok’s gut. At least now Matt could find his way. Avir would do everything in his power to guarantee it.

Matt glanced at him. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you wish.” Avir meant it.

“Can we go home? I’m dying to work on the Rickenbacker and finish producing my demo.” He rushed to add, “Of course, you and Masok are on holiday, so we can sightsee here if you prefer. I’m happy to stick around.”

“I’d like to go home too,” Masok said. “What about you, Kom?”

“I’m set. I just got an alert Screaming Freaks scheduled an extra concert later this week in our city. Should we go, Mattie?”

“Yeah!”

“Home it is, if I can book a flight tomorrow.” Avir said. “Make sure you buy tickets for all of us to the show, Kom.”

He had no idea what music Screaming Freaks played, but he was determined to miss as little as possible of what made Matt smile.

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When they returned to their rooms later, Masok headed for the shower. Avir sat on the lounger and worked on arranging a transport home the next day. Matt immediately went to the guitar case and opened it. He stared at the twelve-string, his gaze besotted.

He hoped it was okay. He wanted to play it so bad.

An arm circled his waist. “Sorry, I’m claiming you from your sweetheart,” Kom chuckled as he picked Matt up and swung him around.

“Where are we going?” Though it was already clear Kom was carrying him to the bedroom.

“Where I can show you what I can give you that your guitar can’t.”

Avir laughed as he tapped on his handheld. “I’ll join you in a bit.”

“No rush. I’ll be glad to have him all to myself.” Kom added in a whisper, meant only for Matt, “For a change.”

A few moments later, Matt sprawled naked on the bed. Kom, who’d shed his clothes as soon as he’d walked in the door, blanketed him with his muscled frame. He pressed devouring kisses to Matt’s mouth, his passion stealing the young man’s breath.

“Mattie,” he groaned, as if they hadn’t had tons of tempestuous sex the night before. “Beautiful, sweet Mattie.”

“My Nobek. I can finally say it.”

“I was yours years ago on that damned battlecruiser. I always knew, even when we were supposed to be enemies.”

His fingertips ran over Matt, leaving fiery trails of excitement. Kom cupped his balls and tugged his shaft, watching Matt’s face as he rubbed. His secrets bared to the Nobek, the intimate warmth filling his groin, he arched into the possession and moaned.

“My little man feels good, doesn’t he? Oh, not so little, not there anyway. Getting bigger by the second. Don’t put a hole through the ceiling.”

Matt snickered breathlessly at the silly turn. “Oh yeah? Let’s see how big you grow.”

He grasped Kom’s already swollen cocks and pumped him, loving how he could make the bruiser’s eyelids flutter and his jaw go slack. Kom gazed where they masturbated each other, hunger sharpening his features. His hips rocked, feeding his lengths through Matt’s fists.

“I can’t get enough of you touching me.” He crouched over Matt to demand a kiss. Matt’s tongue twined with his, lost in devouring passion.

Kom’s hand slid over his as Matt worked his primary. Over his own cock. He smeared the wetness he gathered on the Earther’s shaft, making him slick in a tight grip that brought Matt’s hips up in a desperate thrust.

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