A first among many - First time. [3/3]
Series: A first among many.
Title: First time. [3/3]
Author:
littlepluto
Pairing: Matt/Brian.
Rating: R.
POV: 3rd.
Summary: He leaned over Brian and pressed two fingers to his lips and ordered to suck.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Simple.
Author Notes: A first time doesn't have to be done in a bed to be special to the people involved. This is the last one in the series. Thank you to those read them. ** Public for 7 days.
Beta: Thank you tosebaddict_rehab and winginblood
Warnings: The usual; sexual acts and swearing.
Blowjob
Rimjob
Matt sat at the bar, drink in hand, and stared at the dance floor, his gaze firmly fixed on his boyfriend. He took a sip of the whiskey from his tumbler, wincing as the burn hit the back of his throat, and then placed the now empty glass back on the bar.
Unable to carry on watching his boyfriend shamelessly place his hands all over another man, he thanked the bartender, climbed off his stool, and headed straight for Brian.
Brian stopped laughing when he noticed the empty bar stool. He wanted to make Matt jealous but he couldn't do that if he wasn't watching.
A week ago, they'd been out drinking, he had nipped to the bathroom only to return and find his boyfriend smiling and talking with some other man. It had upset him when Matt brushed him off and told him to stop being jealous, that he was only talking with the guy, not fucking him. That was when Brian got the idea to play Matt at his own game.
With a sigh he started to turn back to apologize to his dance partner and excuse himself, just to be dragged back against the man’s chest. Out of panic, he reared his elbow back only to be stopped by a kiss behind his ear.
"It's only me."
Brian grinned and turned into Matt's hold, wrapping his arms around his waist. When another set off hands found their way to his ass, he stiffened and waited for Matt's reaction. When a few moments passed and Matt still hadn't said anything, he frowned and gave Matt a look of confusion.
Matt's only reaction was to smirk and lean down to whisper into his ear, "I thought you liked another man’s hands all over you?"
Brian glared at him and hissed in reply, "you know I was only trying to make you jealous."
Matt pulled his head back and laughed. Moving himself backwards as he did so, he took Brian with him and out of the other man's reach. However he wasn't finished and motioned the guy closer again so that he could whisper something into his ear.
"You can watch me fuck him but I'm warning you to keep your hands to yourself."
He watched the man smirk as his words registered and then nod his head in the direction of the bathroom. Matt took the hint, grabbed Brian's hand and led him towards the bathroom.
Brian hadn’t heard what Matt had whispered to the man but he understood the gesture and tightened his grip on Matt's hand as he was pulled into the large end stall of the bathroom, followed by the guy who locked the door behind them.
"What the fuck is going on?" He snapped when Matt began to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Matt grinned and captured Brian's lips in a harsh kiss, whilst mumbling against his lips, "he's going to watch me fuck you, Brian."
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, turned on just from the thought of it.
However, he wasn't so impressed that his first time was going to be in a dirty bathroom stall.
Brian’s tattooed fingers gripped tight onto Matt's t-shirt as he began an assault of bites and kisses on the sensitive spots of his neck. He gasped the moment Matt's rough hand curled around his hardening cock, the other fondling his balls, causing his breath to hitch again and his hips to buck.
Matt kissed his way along Brian's taut neck to get to the spot just below his ear, "you going to give him a show? He's already hard watching you."
Brian glanced towards the door where the guy was stood, the top button of his trousers undone and his hand shoved inside, and he let out a soft moan when the man's gaze locked with his. Brian shut his eyes and moved backwards, pulling Matt with him until he was pressed against the off white walls.
Removing his hand from Brian's balls, Matt pressed it against the wall by Brian's head to support himself. Looking into Brian’s eyes he smirked, happy with the flushed look Brian was sporting, he pecked his lips before falling to his knees, grunting softly when he hit solid concrete.
He grabbed the waist band of Brian's jeans and boxers and, in one motion, pulled them down below his knees and out of the way.
Brian's hands found their way into Matt's hair, tightening when Matt's lips locked around the head of his cock, creating a tight seal. He licked his dry lips and blew out a breath which morphed into a groan as Matt took more of him into his mouth.
"Fuck."
Matt chuckled around Brian's cock causing him to bite his bottom lip and fight back another moan. He curled his fingers tighter around the rest of Brian's cock as he took as much as he could into his mouth, twisting his hand from side to side, creating a rhythm. He felt Brian's grip tighten in his hair, the pain intensifying the pleasure. He tugged and pulled at Brian's balls before making his way slowly to the tight, puckered hole.
When his jaw started to ache, he pulled off and used his hand to jerk Brian off while he regained the feeling in his jaw. He pulled his free hand back and sucked a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet, not wanting to cause Brian any added pain.
A whimper left Brian's lips when the slick finger slid along the crease of his ass and forced itself into his hole.
"Fuck, Matt, stop. I'm gonna cum, I'm close," he rambled, "I don't want to cum yet, not 'til you're inside me."
Matt kissed Brian’s thigh and stood up.
"Turn around, Bri. Hands on the wall," he commanded with a stinging slap to Brian’s thigh.
He was rewarded with a hiss but Brian turned around without question, he worked open his own belt buckle and jeans shoving them down his legs with a few tries.
He leaned over Brian and pressed two fingers to his lips and ordered to suck.
Once Matt’s fingers were nice and wet, Brian let them go with a pop. He spread his legs as far as he could, opening himself up.
Two fingers soon followed one, by which time Brian was panting and pushing back onto Matt's fingers, desperate for something more.
When Matt didn't get the hint Brian got vocal, "enough! Need you. Now."
It wasn't until he removed his fingers that Matt remembered he hadn’t brought a condom or a packet of lube. With a curse he gripped Brian's hip and rested his head on his back before breaking the news.
“Shit! No lube, no condom. Fuck!"
Brian growled, "are you fucking serious? Really? Well, you best fucking blow me then."
Before Matt could reply he felt a slap to his arm. He turned to growl at the man only to be stopped when he saw what he held in his hand. Matt smirked and took the offered items.
"Thanks."
Brian looked over his shoulder with a frown then grinned when he saw what Matt now held. Once Matt was ready and lined up he pushed his ass into Matt. At the first pressure of Matt’s entry he squeezed his eyes shut nervously and reached back, wanting to hold some part of Matt. Curling his fingers around the one of the wrists that held his hips, he grit his teeth and breathed through the burning sensation.
A foreign groan mixed with their own but Matt paid no attention as Brian hissed and tightened his grip on Matt's wrist.
"Fuck, stop a minute."
"You okay?" Matt asked with concern.
At first Brian's jerky nod was his only response. After a few seconds he started to push back, telling Matt he was okay to move. A full blown moan left his lips when his ass touched skin. Matt was all the way in.
"Okay, Matt, fuck me."
With pleasure, Matt slowly pulled out and pushed back in as Brian took hold of his own cock and started to jerk off in time with his thrusts.
Brian turned his head to the side and blew out a breath, looking at the man he had been dancing with. The man turned his gaze from Matt to Brian and his eyes locked with Brian’s. He licked his lips as he quickened the pace the hand that was moving over his cock.
Matt shot a glance to the stranger whose gaze seemed focused on Brian's. With a sudden pang of jealously, he snapped his hips forward, pushing Brian closer to the wall. He was rewarded with a curse and a shout of his name.
"That's it, say my name. I want you to fucking scream it," he snarled and kept up the punishing pace.
He reached up and held onto Brian's shoulder for leverage as he pounded into Brian, grunting. A drop of sweat travelled the length of his nose and hung off the tip. With a jerk of his head the bead of sweat dropped and landed in the dip of Brian's back. On impulse he lifted Brian's t-shirt higher and pressed a kiss to the middle of his back, his lips becoming wet with Brian's sweat.
"I'm close, Matt," Brian panted, stroking himself with jerky movements.
Matt nodded even though Brian couldn't see him, his own movements just as uncoordinated.
Brian clenched his fist and pumped himself until he felt his balls tighten. He let out a strangled cry and came, ropes of cum coating the wall and his hand.
Matt followed soon after with a forceful thrust, the tightening of Brian's hole sending him over the edge, he collapsed on top of Brian. After a moment, he held the base of his cock as he slowly pulled out, peeling off the condom and throwing it in the toilet bowl.
"That was hot. You sure know how to take it."
Matt came back to the present and turned his head towards the voice. The man stood with his trousers around his ankles, his cum coating the floor and his hand. Matt stood up straighter and reached for the roll of paper beside Brian and pulled out a few sheets before ripping it off and throwing it at the guy.
"Clean up, shows over," he told him as he handed a few more squares to Brian.
Brian chuckled at Matt's abrupt attitude and cleaned himself up as best he could until he could use the sink to wash his hands. He pushed Matt back so he could stand up and stretch his back, groaning as he did so, feeling it pop. He pulled up his trousers and turned round, pecking Matt's lips as he buttoned himself and Matt up.
The man unlocked the door and opened it and headed to the sinks.
"That was fun; we should do it again sometime."
"Unlikely, but it was fun while it lasted," Matt snorted as he followed him out.
Brian slapped Matt's shoulder with a smirk then washed his hands, drying them on the paper towels before curling his arm around Matt's waist. "It was fun. We'll see you around maybe."
The man nodded and left.
Matt turned and pushed Brian against the counter and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I won't share you again. You're mine."
"And you're mine too. Don't forget it," Brian retorted, leaning forward for another kiss. "Come on, I wanna dance before you take me home and fuck me again. Maybe this time we can use a bed."
Matt laughed as he took Brian's hand and dragged him off towards the dance floor.
Title: First time. [3/3]
Author:
littleplutoPairing: Matt/Brian.
Rating: R.
POV: 3rd.
Summary: He leaned over Brian and pressed two fingers to his lips and ordered to suck.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Simple.
Author Notes: A first time doesn't have to be done in a bed to be special to the people involved. This is the last one in the series. Thank you to those read them. ** Public for 7 days.
Beta: Thank you to
sebaddict_rehab and winginbloodWarnings: The usual; sexual acts and swearing.
Blowjob
Rimjob
Matt sat at the bar, drink in hand, and stared at the dance floor, his gaze firmly fixed on his boyfriend. He took a sip of the whiskey from his tumbler, wincing as the burn hit the back of his throat, and then placed the now empty glass back on the bar.
Unable to carry on watching his boyfriend shamelessly place his hands all over another man, he thanked the bartender, climbed off his stool, and headed straight for Brian.
Brian stopped laughing when he noticed the empty bar stool. He wanted to make Matt jealous but he couldn't do that if he wasn't watching.
A week ago, they'd been out drinking, he had nipped to the bathroom only to return and find his boyfriend smiling and talking with some other man. It had upset him when Matt brushed him off and told him to stop being jealous, that he was only talking with the guy, not fucking him. That was when Brian got the idea to play Matt at his own game.
With a sigh he started to turn back to apologize to his dance partner and excuse himself, just to be dragged back against the man’s chest. Out of panic, he reared his elbow back only to be stopped by a kiss behind his ear.
"It's only me."
Brian grinned and turned into Matt's hold, wrapping his arms around his waist. When another set off hands found their way to his ass, he stiffened and waited for Matt's reaction. When a few moments passed and Matt still hadn't said anything, he frowned and gave Matt a look of confusion.
Matt's only reaction was to smirk and lean down to whisper into his ear, "I thought you liked another man’s hands all over you?"
Brian glared at him and hissed in reply, "you know I was only trying to make you jealous."
Matt pulled his head back and laughed. Moving himself backwards as he did so, he took Brian with him and out of the other man's reach. However he wasn't finished and motioned the guy closer again so that he could whisper something into his ear.
"You can watch me fuck him but I'm warning you to keep your hands to yourself."
He watched the man smirk as his words registered and then nod his head in the direction of the bathroom. Matt took the hint, grabbed Brian's hand and led him towards the bathroom.
Brian hadn’t heard what Matt had whispered to the man but he understood the gesture and tightened his grip on Matt's hand as he was pulled into the large end stall of the bathroom, followed by the guy who locked the door behind them.
"What the fuck is going on?" He snapped when Matt began to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Matt grinned and captured Brian's lips in a harsh kiss, whilst mumbling against his lips, "he's going to watch me fuck you, Brian."
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, turned on just from the thought of it.
However, he wasn't so impressed that his first time was going to be in a dirty bathroom stall.
Brian’s tattooed fingers gripped tight onto Matt's t-shirt as he began an assault of bites and kisses on the sensitive spots of his neck. He gasped the moment Matt's rough hand curled around his hardening cock, the other fondling his balls, causing his breath to hitch again and his hips to buck.
Matt kissed his way along Brian's taut neck to get to the spot just below his ear, "you going to give him a show? He's already hard watching you."
Brian glanced towards the door where the guy was stood, the top button of his trousers undone and his hand shoved inside, and he let out a soft moan when the man's gaze locked with his. Brian shut his eyes and moved backwards, pulling Matt with him until he was pressed against the off white walls.
Removing his hand from Brian's balls, Matt pressed it against the wall by Brian's head to support himself. Looking into Brian’s eyes he smirked, happy with the flushed look Brian was sporting, he pecked his lips before falling to his knees, grunting softly when he hit solid concrete.
He grabbed the waist band of Brian's jeans and boxers and, in one motion, pulled them down below his knees and out of the way.
Brian's hands found their way into Matt's hair, tightening when Matt's lips locked around the head of his cock, creating a tight seal. He licked his dry lips and blew out a breath which morphed into a groan as Matt took more of him into his mouth.
"Fuck."
Matt chuckled around Brian's cock causing him to bite his bottom lip and fight back another moan. He curled his fingers tighter around the rest of Brian's cock as he took as much as he could into his mouth, twisting his hand from side to side, creating a rhythm. He felt Brian's grip tighten in his hair, the pain intensifying the pleasure. He tugged and pulled at Brian's balls before making his way slowly to the tight, puckered hole.
When his jaw started to ache, he pulled off and used his hand to jerk Brian off while he regained the feeling in his jaw. He pulled his free hand back and sucked a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet, not wanting to cause Brian any added pain.
A whimper left Brian's lips when the slick finger slid along the crease of his ass and forced itself into his hole.
"Fuck, Matt, stop. I'm gonna cum, I'm close," he rambled, "I don't want to cum yet, not 'til you're inside me."
Matt kissed Brian’s thigh and stood up.
"Turn around, Bri. Hands on the wall," he commanded with a stinging slap to Brian’s thigh.
He was rewarded with a hiss but Brian turned around without question, he worked open his own belt buckle and jeans shoving them down his legs with a few tries.
He leaned over Brian and pressed two fingers to his lips and ordered to suck.
Once Matt’s fingers were nice and wet, Brian let them go with a pop. He spread his legs as far as he could, opening himself up.
Two fingers soon followed one, by which time Brian was panting and pushing back onto Matt's fingers, desperate for something more.
When Matt didn't get the hint Brian got vocal, "enough! Need you. Now."
It wasn't until he removed his fingers that Matt remembered he hadn’t brought a condom or a packet of lube. With a curse he gripped Brian's hip and rested his head on his back before breaking the news.
“Shit! No lube, no condom. Fuck!"
Brian growled, "are you fucking serious? Really? Well, you best fucking blow me then."
Before Matt could reply he felt a slap to his arm. He turned to growl at the man only to be stopped when he saw what he held in his hand. Matt smirked and took the offered items.
"Thanks."
Brian looked over his shoulder with a frown then grinned when he saw what Matt now held. Once Matt was ready and lined up he pushed his ass into Matt. At the first pressure of Matt’s entry he squeezed his eyes shut nervously and reached back, wanting to hold some part of Matt. Curling his fingers around the one of the wrists that held his hips, he grit his teeth and breathed through the burning sensation.
A foreign groan mixed with their own but Matt paid no attention as Brian hissed and tightened his grip on Matt's wrist.
"Fuck, stop a minute."
"You okay?" Matt asked with concern.
At first Brian's jerky nod was his only response. After a few seconds he started to push back, telling Matt he was okay to move. A full blown moan left his lips when his ass touched skin. Matt was all the way in.
"Okay, Matt, fuck me."
With pleasure, Matt slowly pulled out and pushed back in as Brian took hold of his own cock and started to jerk off in time with his thrusts.
Brian turned his head to the side and blew out a breath, looking at the man he had been dancing with. The man turned his gaze from Matt to Brian and his eyes locked with Brian’s. He licked his lips as he quickened the pace the hand that was moving over his cock.
Matt shot a glance to the stranger whose gaze seemed focused on Brian's. With a sudden pang of jealously, he snapped his hips forward, pushing Brian closer to the wall. He was rewarded with a curse and a shout of his name.
"That's it, say my name. I want you to fucking scream it," he snarled and kept up the punishing pace.
He reached up and held onto Brian's shoulder for leverage as he pounded into Brian, grunting. A drop of sweat travelled the length of his nose and hung off the tip. With a jerk of his head the bead of sweat dropped and landed in the dip of Brian's back. On impulse he lifted Brian's t-shirt higher and pressed a kiss to the middle of his back, his lips becoming wet with Brian's sweat.
"I'm close, Matt," Brian panted, stroking himself with jerky movements.
Matt nodded even though Brian couldn't see him, his own movements just as uncoordinated.
Brian clenched his fist and pumped himself until he felt his balls tighten. He let out a strangled cry and came, ropes of cum coating the wall and his hand.
Matt followed soon after with a forceful thrust, the tightening of Brian's hole sending him over the edge, he collapsed on top of Brian. After a moment, he held the base of his cock as he slowly pulled out, peeling off the condom and throwing it in the toilet bowl.
"That was hot. You sure know how to take it."
Matt came back to the present and turned his head towards the voice. The man stood with his trousers around his ankles, his cum coating the floor and his hand. Matt stood up straighter and reached for the roll of paper beside Brian and pulled out a few sheets before ripping it off and throwing it at the guy.
"Clean up, shows over," he told him as he handed a few more squares to Brian.
Brian chuckled at Matt's abrupt attitude and cleaned himself up as best he could until he could use the sink to wash his hands. He pushed Matt back so he could stand up and stretch his back, groaning as he did so, feeling it pop. He pulled up his trousers and turned round, pecking Matt's lips as he buttoned himself and Matt up.
The man unlocked the door and opened it and headed to the sinks.
"That was fun; we should do it again sometime."
"Unlikely, but it was fun while it lasted," Matt snorted as he followed him out.
Brian slapped Matt's shoulder with a smirk then washed his hands, drying them on the paper towels before curling his arm around Matt's waist. "It was fun. We'll see you around maybe."
The man nodded and left.
Matt turned and pushed Brian against the counter and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I won't share you again. You're mine."
"And you're mine too. Don't forget it," Brian retorted, leaning forward for another kiss. "Come on, I wanna dance before you take me home and fuck me again. Maybe this time we can use a bed."
Matt laughed as he took Brian's hand and dragged him off towards the dance floor.