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He lowers his head as he follows behind Nick, hand twitching to reach out and hold the older’s. It may be a private venue, but they’re public people, popular influencers that anyone would have to get them in the background of just one photo to expose them. Matt does think about that, but the worry is fleeting, honing in on the way the older moves quickly, weaving between people as he glances back at Matt every so often, to assure they boy is still there.
Matt feels endeared, but he also can’t think of a scenario where he wouldn’t follow Nick.
“Nerves” Nick explains curtly, pointing a thumb back towards Matt as they pass members of the crew, questioning looks morphing into sympathetic expressions. He feels a hot rush of embarrassment bleed down his neck but he bites back the urge to explain more, his eagerness to follow Nick’s lead easily outweighing whatever their crew will think of him.
He knew they noticed, Nick and Chris had been watching him since that morning, nudging each other when they’d see Matt’s hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jackets, no doubt thinking of how he was meticulously clicking each joint of each finger. It was his first solo surprise - technically, but not really, not that Nick knows any different for now - but it was also here, in their hometown, in front of thousands of faces he didn’t know but also a select few that he did.
The pressure was on , really, to make this show a good one, and it’s now that he regrets asking for the important shows.
“What’s got you so worked up sweetheart? ” Nick whispers into his ears once they’re alone, pushing closer as he guides his hands up and over Matt’s shoulders, tracing the bones down the younger’s spine. He’s teasing, Matt knows, but he also knows Nick doesn’t like to go unanswered, so he overlooks the way his mind reels at the heat from the older’s hands, trying to form at least one coherent thought.
“Tonight, the surprise” he breathes, and it's not true now, with Nick right in front of him, but it's not entirely untrue so he hopes the other doesn’t catch on. He’s already feeling such a deep need already, just from being touched like this, but there’s no way he could tell that to Nick.
Of course, he doesn’t have to, the oldest has always been able to read him.
“You sure it’s not me? Seen you staring for a while now” the oldest replies, a flicker of a grin as he pulls back to stare at Matt properly, amusement swimming playfully in his eyes. Matt can’t deny that he had also been staring at Nick for a while today, but he just couldn’t help it. As soon as Nick had tried on his show outfit, and Matt had seen his colour all over the older, the light blue thermal paired with the blue gems depicting ‘daddy’s home’, he knew there was no way he could control himself.
Matt doesn’t justify him with a response this time, instead whining lowly, reaching forward to grab at the older’s hands until he finally steps into Matt’s space and gives in, slotting their mouths together.
Nick tastes familiar, like messily-applied vanilla chapstick - the one he knows is Matt’s favourite - and a distant sweetness of the soda he had been nursing for the past thirty minutes. It fills his head, this flavour of Nick, and that combined with the scent that he breathes in, the smell of pine and clean and home radiating from the older is heavenly, one he was desperate to be near whenever he could.
And right now, he can, so he paws even closer, hands sliding under the hem of Nick’s shirt to pet the skin there. Nick is just as bad, unable to keep his hands still, using the proximity to run his fingertips up and down Matt’s arms, along the expanse of his back and everywhere in between, leaving a trail of raised hairs along its path.
He loves when Nick gets likes this, touching him for no reason other than to just have his hands on Matt, feel the younger’s body against his palms, graze his fingertips on every bit of skin he can find, whether it be his face, his shoulders or, today’s favourite, his waist.
He does miss Chris in times like this too, craves the way the youngest would slot against them, hips pressing forward, begging for any fraction of attention, mouth latching onto both of their necks one after the other, making sure they both get equal attention, emphasise how loved they both are. It’s one of his favourite things about the youngest, and it’s what usually makes him give in to whatever the boy wants, even if he can be kind of bratty about it.
He doesn’t dwell on it for too long though, knows how much both him and Nick have fawned over him since the reveal of his tattoos, many late nights on the bus, in the hotels, crowded into random backstage rooms where they have held Chris down and showed him just how much they appreciated such a grand gesture.
So right now, he doesn't feel too guilty that the youngest had to entertain everyone for the three of them. It’s his turn after all.
Matt feels the older’s fingers splay, almost covering the entire length of his side, and the thought alone makes him gasp into Nick’s mouth, pulling the boy closer so he has to lean up, exaggerating the height difference between them. It makes his breath hitch, leaning into Nick, seeing the older look down at him, creates a dizziness in his head that he can tell is definitely not from the nerves.
“Wanna help you,” Nick says, eyes steady on the younger, careful not to miss a thing, “think I know what to do with you”
His limbs go pliant as Nick guides him onto his knees, hands finding balance on the waistband of the boy’s shorts. He tugs lightly, dazed enough to not even try to use any of his strength. Nick just knocks his hands away, pulling his own shorts and boxers down, stepping out of them before moving closer to hold the back of Matt’s head.
He’s half-hard already, and Matt watches as he uses his other hand to stroke himself, feels his own cock stir at the sight in front of him. It’s a scene he never wants to forget, watching the way Nick’s eyes struggle not to flutter closed, and how his bottom lip starts to turn white from how hard he bites at it to keep his sounds at bay.
His mind blanks as his mouth finally closes around the head, his tongue moving instinctually to pull some of his favourite noises from Nick, quiet, struggling to be self-contained groans that slip past his resolve, almost like he can’t help but show Matt how good he’s being.
A smile curves his lips upward slightly at the thought, only briefly before his expression changes again to let out a moan as he feels hands coming to rest in his hair, pulling the strands taut. The weight on his tongue is familiar, comforting to him in a strange way that he’s sure no one would ever understand, but he can’t help the way his heart swells slightly at the fact that his brothers were willing to try.
Matt sucks him off almost devoutley, cheeks hollowed and glassy, unfocused eyes peering up at the older boy standing above him. He hums in appreciation as he feels Nick’s thumb swipe across his cheeks, wiping away the tears he hadn’t even known had fallen.
He kneels there for what could be hours, all sense of time and control left in the hands of his older brother, who stares down at him so softly, with so much genuine affection in his eyes that it fuels him, lights the fire in his tummy that makes him want to show Nick that kind of love in return.
And in this scenario, the best way to do that was with his mouth.
“Easy, sweetheart, take your time” Nick’s quick to reassure, but Matt doesn’t relent, ignores the way his throat wants to constrict and tries to take more , hand twisting at the base. He flicks his tongue along the slit barely more than three times before feels Nick’s hips stutter, opening his mouth wide, ready to catch it all.
He lets Nick ride out his high, swallows his release and stays there, mouth open and unmoving, waiting for the older to make the next move. He’d be content to stay there forever, powerless and cared for, with the knowledge that he made Nick topple over the edge. It brings about a small thrum of satisfaction in him, like he had fulfilled his purpose, all for his boy.
He doesn’t fight when Nick encourages him to stand, leaning weakly against the older as his hips move in small circles against Nick’s thigh, listening to the hushed praise filtering into his ears. He comes like that, but the friction had played only a small part, the major cause being the headspace he was in since his knees had hit the floor, the weightlessness that he often yearned for encompassing him wholly.
His forehead rests against the top of Nick’s shoulder for a minute as he breathes, holds a hand against Nick’s chest as a guide for the amount of air he should be taking in. He twists soon after, pressing his face against the skin of Nick’s neck and biting softly, soothing the area with gentle chaste kisses when Nick pinches his hip.
“How are we feeling now?” the older asks calmly, careful not to rouse Matt too abruptly from his current state. He handles the younger so delicately, with soothing words and feather-light touches along his body that Matt feels like he could cry - again - from just how lucky he feels.
“Better” he informs Nick, and it’s the full truth this time. He’s not perfect, nerves still buzzing at the show’s agenda, but they’re quieter, no longer jarring like an alarm blaring on a bad day.
“Will have to change though, want out of these pants as soon as possible ” he jokes, smiling, pleased when he hears Nick huff out a laugh.
“As long as I get to watch ” Nick quips back, stepping back to dodge Matt’s hand that extends to smack him, and of course, even after what had happened just a few minutes ago, Nick was still able to fill the space between them with laughter, a trait that he will forever be appreciative of.
He really does always know exactly how to look after them.