Page 91 of In at the Deep End

He was standing too far away.

Matt inclined his head to the space beside him. “There’s room for you too.” His heartbeat raced.

Owen stared at him, and Matt suddenly knew what felt wrong about this.

He hasn’t said a word.

Matt took a breath. “If you want to.”

A heartbeat later, Owen hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, slid them over his hips, and bent to remove them entirely. He straightened, his cock bobbing up, pointing at Matt. Owen glanced at it, then smiled.

“It seems I do.”

He walked around the bed, then climbed onto it, stuffing a couple of pillows behind him. Matt grabbed the bottle of lube, offering it to him, and Owen squeezed some of the clear liquid directly onto his shaft.

Matt copied him, settling against the pillows, his fingers wrapped around slick, warm flesh.

“I’ve never done this with anyone else,” he confessed.

Owen grinned. “And I’ve lost count of how many times I have.” He gave his dick a gentle tug.

It took Matt a second or two to find his rhythm again, his attention torn between working his shaft and staring at the mesmerising motion of Owen’s hand. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Owen’s palm glided over his hard, thick, uncut cock. He stared as Owen ran his thumb up and down the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft. He swallowed as Owen gripped his dick, his hand twisting now and then, his breathing in sync with each movement.

Then Owen turned his head towards Matt, eyes glittering in the lamplight.

“Say it.”

A hard swallow. “Say what?”

“Whatever it is you’re fighting so hard not to say.” Owen looked into his eyes. “Because you can say anything to me. You know that, right?”

He shivered. “Can I… touch you?”

Owen’s smile warmed him from head to toe. “I thought you’d never ask.” He cocked his head. “Do I get to touch too?”

Another shiver trickled through him. “Yes.”

Owen reached over, and Matt caught his breath at the feel of that strong hand curled around his thickening shaft.

Fuck. He hadn’t expected it to feel that different, but he couldn’t deny the frisson of electricity travelling through his body as Owen slid fingers up and down his length.

Then he remembered it took two.

Matt curved his hand around Owen’s cock, and feeling it pulse was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced. He pulled back the foreskin and brushed his palm over the taut, shiny head. It came away slick with pre-cum.

Owen shuddered out a breath. “That’s down to you.” Matt blinked, and he nodded. “Listening to you jerking off… I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.” He gripped Matt’s dick firmly. “And I never imagined I’d get to do this.”

“But you hoped?”

Owen smiled. “I hoped so fucking hard.” He paused, then squeezed Matt’s cock. “I want to play with this for a while. Is that okay?”

Matt struggled to draw breath. “More than okay.”

A man was touching him in the most intimate way, and he didn’t want it to end.

Owen let go of Matt’s dick, then shifted down the bed. He paused at Matt’s hip. “Spread for me?”

That low gasp did wonders for his self-esteem.