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“Do you think we suck now?”
The question came out of nowhere, and Matt furrowed his eyebrows, turning to try to look over at Ryan from where he was splayed out on his friend’s unmade bed. It was still warm from where they’d been curled up together the night before. “What? What are you saying, man?”
“Dude…” Ryan sighed, doing a 180 on his office chair as he turned to face Matt rather than his PC monitor. “Look at us. We’re grown-ass thirty-year-old men spending a Monday morning smoking weed and playing video games. Doesn’t that register as a little pathetic to you?” Ryan raised a brow at Matt, reaching over to his desk to grab the bong. He brought his lips to the mouthpiece and flicked the flint on his lighter before lighting the bowl and drawing in a deep breath. Matt watched as the barrel of the bong filled with milky white smoke.
“I mean. I don’t think there’s anything bad about smoking weed with your bros… And it’s not like we have to be at work or anything,” Matt shrugged, popping a piece of stale popcorn into his mouth. It was leftover from the previous night—Matt and Ryan’s movie night had very easily turned into a sleepover, complete with platonic cuddling (and maybe a few chaste neck kisses that moved a little bit past playful tomfoolery, but that would stay their secret that only emerged in the shadows).
“Matt.” Ryan’s voice had a lilt to it that Matt knew meant Ryan was cocking his head to the side like a dog. “Matty… It’s eleven in the morning and you’re at my house because you got too drunk watching Paul and had to spend the night. If it weren’t for the substance abuse, based on your behavior I’d assume you’re in the eighth grade.”
“Oh, and like you’re so much better?” Matt scoffed, rolling over on the bed so he could actually look his friend in the eyes. Now, Matt was laying on his stomach rather than starfished on his back. “Mister- uh- uh- Mister Make Fart Noises During The Movie is gonna lecture me on acting immature?”
“I’m not saying you’re immature, Matt! I’m saying both of us are! I mean, what were our parents doing when they were in their thirties? Getting married? Having kids?” Ryan scoffed, tossing his controller onto the desk. Matt never understood why Ryan used a controller to play on his desktop when he had a perfectly good mouse and keyboard right there. Maybe Ryan knew something Matt didn’t. Maybe that was why Ryan was labeled ‘the gamer’ of the duo.
“Dude. I’m thirty, not in my thirties, and-and don’t talk to me about having kids!” Matt sighed, burying his head in his hands forlornly. “That ship has fucking sailed. I’ve pushed away literally every woman that would ever want to come near me.”
Ryan’s lips pulled into an uncomfortable grimace. Right. “Come on, man, don’t dwell on it. She told you it wasn’t personal.”
“That’s what every girl says! At a certain point you wise up and realize the common denominator is you,” Matt sighed, shifting to sit cross-legged, clutching a pillow against his chest. It was too early to start feeling woeful about his recent breakup. He would rather traverse that neural pathway in the hours of the night when the memory of her made him downright suicidal.
“I don’t think she was lying about the timing being wrong, Matt. You’ve gotta understand things from her view—“ Ryan had started to speak, trying to come up with some way to comfort Matt. Matt wasn’t having it.
“Yeah, you really get women, Ryan. Spokeswoman for the gender, over here!” Matt laughed bitterly before realizing what a dick he was being. It was too early to be catching such a bitter attitude. “I’m—I didn’t mean that. I just. You know how girl problems are…” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. Matt couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered up from his lap to check Ryan’s expression for approval.
“Yeah, man. No need to explain—I get it,” Ryan held his hands up in the air, trying to show Matt that he didn’t mean any harm. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
The room was silent for a few moments aside from the sound of breathing and the rustling of the mattress beneath Matt as he shifted around uncomfortably.
“…We don’t suck now,” Matt finally broke the silence, circling back to the initial topic of discussion. “We’re doing good, man. So what if-if we’re thirty and single? So what? And what if we smoke weed first thing in the morning? That’s what cool people do. It’s ‘cause we’re awesome rich YouTubers.”
“Hey, man. I’m not the one who needs to hear it,” Ryan shrugged, pulling the bowl out of the downstem to suck in the smoke remaining in the barrel of the bong.
“Well, you’re the one that said we suck now.”
“I didn’t say we sucked now, I asked if we suck now. That’s different,” Ryan pointed out as he exhaled, clouding the room with smoke that lingered aimlessly. Ryan really needed to get some kind of fan for this room. His a/c unit by itself clearly wasn’t cutting it in terms of airflow.
The room got quiet again. Matt could hear the creaking of someone moving around in the apartment above them. Ryan turned back to stare at his paused game, idly swaying back and forth in the chair.
“Pass the ganja, brother,” Matt finally broke the silence with a halfhearted, almost nervous attempt at a goofy voice. His gaze flitted between Ryan’s eyes and the glassware.
Ryan couldn’t help but crack that soft smile of his as he handed Matt the bong and lighter. “You’re not gonna get too high this time, right?”
“Uh, I’m not getting crossed, so no,” Matt shrugged, taking a hit from the bong. He wasn’t able to clear the full hit after removing the bowl to inhale. After drawing in about half of the smoke he’d pulled into the chamber, Matt was coughing, his whole body shaking with the force of the spasms as he extended his arm out to hand Ryan the bong. His lungs were burning as Ryan finally took the piece from him.
Matt always thought it was so strange, how his lungs felt after a big hit of weed. It was different from the feeling of hitting a vape wrong, where it burns with an almost acidic tang in the back of your throat. No, a big hit of weed always made Matt’s lungs feel like old used vacuum cleaner bags struggling to inflate. The kind that his mom used to have to change every few weeks in their household vacuum. When Matt would try to breathe in, it was like he could feel all those tiny little structures that spread out in his lungs. Matt couldn’t remember what they were called. They looked like the branches of trees dappled with leaves.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” Ryan finally spoke up after Matt’s coughing had died down to a strong wheeze every few seconds.
“Which was?”
“Do we suck now?”
“Ryan!”
“Matt!” Ryan echoed, mimicking the cadence of Matt’s voice.
Matt huffed, his upper lip twisting in annoyance. No one could get on his nerves like Ryan could.
“Why are you so hung up on this? Why does it even matter?” Matt groaned, rolling over in the bed again so he could bury his face in the pillows, one of his lanky legs sticking out over the side of the mattress.
“I dunno. I guess it matters since you’re making such a big deal about it. You know I was only fucking with you at first…”
“What?” Matt grunted, turning his head just enough so that he could look at Ryan with the one eye that wasn’t pressed against the pillow.
“The ‘do we suck now’ thing? You know I don’t, like, actually give a shit about that, right? I don’t actually care that we’re in our thirties, still smoking weed and making fart jokes like a bunch of dumb idiots,” Ryan hummed with a shrug, swirling around the murky water in the bong. Ryan clearly didn’t follow the rule to clean his glassware once a week. Honestly, Matt couldn’t remember ever having hit this bong without it having a thick layer of resin built up on the inside.
Matt could feel his cheeks starting to redden, and immediately he was turning to face the wall so Ryan wouldn’t see. “Well, yeah, duh,” he scoffed, shrugging his shoulders in a way that kind of felt like trying to shuck off a layer of guilt. He nestled his head into the pillow, taking a deep breath. “I don’t care either.” Matt’s words were slightly muffled when he spoke.
“Kinda seems like you do, man.”
Matt could hear the smirk in Ryan’s voice. It made Matt want to bury his face in the pillow and kick his feet into the mattress with rage. Instead, he just sat up, letting out a sigh. “I don’t know, man. Don’t you ever feel like… like we’re just going in circles? Like, aside from the YouTube shit. What have we done in, like, our own lives?”
Ryan thought for a moment. “Creator Clash? That was something aside from YouTube. And for, like, ten months there both of us were in really good shape.”
“That doesn’t count,” Matt sighed, “We never would’ve done that if it weren’t for YouTube. At least, I never would’ve just on a whim decided to train for professional boxing.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Ryan hummed, leaning back in his chair a bit as he pressed his index and middle finger against his chin in thought. “Hmm… What about… SuperMega Saves The Troops? That was an entire book we wrote. Regardless of the fact that it was stupid, that was still a huge creative endeavor—”
“I guess… But that still doesn’t feel separate enough from the channel. It’s still SuperMega, you know?” Matt huffed, falling back against the bed. “Are we ever gonna be more than just-just a couple D-List YouTubers?”
“Oh, come on, Matt. We’re probably at least C-List YouTubers. Don’t you remember The Whisper Challenge with Markiplier and LordMinion777?” Ryan giggled, finally standing up from his chair to join Matt on the bed.
“I’m serious, dude… We’ve put all our eggs into the YouTube basket. Aside from SuperMega, we have nothing.” Matt groaned softly as he felt Ryan’s weight settling on the bed beside him. Ryan sidled up behind him, his arms wrapping around Matt’s waist as he tucked his face into the crook of Matt’s neck.
“I don’t think that’s true at all, man,” Ryan’s voice was softer, more gentle as he pressed his nose against Matt’s neck. Matt shivered at the feeling of Ryan’s breath against his flesh as he spoke. “I didn’t put my eggs into YouTube, I put my eggs into you.”
“Dude. Gross.”
“I’m serious, Matt!” Ryan squeezed Matt tighter. “Like, what is all this we have nothing bullshit? You can’t discount the work we’ve done just because we’re YouTubers. It’s still creative work. And it's our creative vision! There’s no one above our heads wagging their finger, telling us what to do!”
That made Matt feel a little better. The frown lines on his pouting face softened slightly. “…Yeah, I guess…”
“And even if we didn’t have SuperMega,” Ryan continued, finally letting go of Matt’s waist in favor of letting his hand dip under Matt’s shirt to gently roam across the soft skin of his abdomen. “We have each other. Like, yeah, we’ve been building this channel together, but we’ve also been building our bond. Our chemistry as friends. Even if our whole channel were to disappear tomorrow it wouldn’t matter, because dude, think of all the cool shit we’ve been able to do together! Think of all the good times we’ve had!”
Matt couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. “Yeah. We have done some pretty cool shit, haven’t we?”
“That’s what I’m telling you, dude!” Ryan laughed, snuggling into Matt’s neck again. “So stop being all depressed and shit and come give me a kiss.”
Matt smiled, rolling his eyes as he turned over on his back to look at Ryan. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression almost dazed as he stared up at his friend. Ryan’s warm smile extended to his hooded eyes, and Matt was enraptured. Ryan looked almost lustful as he leaned in, face getting closer and closer to Matt’s.
This… Didn’t feel like a joking kiss. It didn’t feel like a silly smooch at all. Matt’s breath hitched as Ryan’s lips lightly brushed against his own. Matt could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He felt like he had vertigo.
And then their lips were meeting, and Matt was certain that this wasn’t a joking kiss. It wasn’t a smooch or a peck—Ryan was kissing him. Matt immediately felt his body go weak. His eyelids drooped before fully shutting, a soft moan escaping his body as Ryan’s soft lips moved against his own like the ebb and flow of the ocean’s current.
Woah. This was definitely the first time Ryan had kissed him like this. Matt’s whole body was lit aflame as one of Ryan’s hands cupped his face, his thumb gently brushing across Matt’s cheek. Holy shit.
Matt froze. What was he supposed to do? This was way more than he’d been expecting. The way Ryan was touching him was so romantic—so intimate. The kind of touching reserved for a girlfriend.
It only took a second for Ryan to notice Matt’s lack of reciprocation. He drew away, seeming slightly hesitant in his decision to back off. His eyes scanned Matt’s face, his expression wrought with concern as he tried to meet Matt’s evasive gaze. Matt was almost trembling, eyes wide and intent on avoiding Ryan.
“Uh. Matt? I’m— I’m sorry, was that… too much?” Ryan started to speak, cringing at the sound of his own shaky voice.
Oh, fuck. Matt wasn’t acting normal. He was being weird and off-putting again. Why did he always do that?
Quickly, Matt tried to fix himself. He tried to shake off the cloud of intoxication that hung over him following the unexpected turn of his long-time best friend suddenly putting the moves on him.
Matt shook his head, clearing his throat as he nervously met Ryan’s gaze. “Ah-!? Um, no! Uh, it-it wasn’t! Too much, I mean.” Matt’s eyes darted away, then back over to Ryan. Oh god. He was acting like a damn fool. “I just, uh. Wasn’t expecting it. Yeah. Definitely, uh, wasn’t expecting that…”
Ryan’s expression stayed the same—confused and worried. Matt’s attempt to explain his behavior clearly didn’t work very well. After a moment of silence, Ryan spoke up again, starting to pull back. “Do you… Want me to stop?”
“No!” Matt’s response was much quicker that time, wide eyes locking with Ryan’s as he grabbed at the man’s shirt to keep him close. Matt could feel heat beginning to flood his cheeks, but he couldn’t look away. His bottom lip trembled as he took in the sight of his best friend.
Ryan was looking at him with the very same adoration and infatuation, almost like he was amazed to have the honor to view Matt. It was making it hard to think straight.
“I-I don’t want to stop,” Matt finally elaborated, daring to reach out a shaky hand to interlace with Ryan’s.
It was strange. They’d done so much together. Matt had engaged in pantsing wars with Ryan that ended in Ryan going commando as a defense tactic. Ryan had, on too many occasions to count, playfully groped or spanked Matt for the bit. Matt had helped bathe Ryan after he got wasted and threw up on himself. Ryan had wiped away Matt’s defeated tears and stayed awake cradling him all night when his insomnia and night terrors would stop him from sleeping.
They’d been through hell and back together. They’d lived half their lives together. Matt had held Ryan’s hand countless times, and yet. Somehow, this felt so different.
Matt didn’t have any time left to reminisce. Once he had permission, Ryan’s lips were back against his own, kissing with even more fervor and desperation. It knocked the wind out of Matt, how hungrily Ryan was kissing him. He scrambled for purchase, hands tangling in the bedsheets beneath them as Ryan leaned in closer, forcing Matt flat against the mattress.
Oh wow. Ryan was, like, pinning him down. This was the kind of shit that happened in porn. This was the kind of shit that happened to girls in porn.
And, oh, that made Matt feel some kind of way. It made his stomach twist with arousal. Fuck. Ryan was so much stronger than him. It really did make Matt feel like a girl in comparison.
Matt, unsure of what to do with himself, rested his hands on Ryan’s shoulders as they made out. And that was fine and all—Ryan did have muscular-ass shoulders. They were a little hairy too, which probably shouldn’t have made Matt as aroused as it did. But after a few moments, Matt’s hands began to drift down—down from Ryan’s shoulders, to his collarbones, down to his chest, and then finally finding their destination as Matt cupped Ryan’s pecs as if they were breasts.
Ryan sputtered out a stifled laugh, forced to pull away from the kiss. Matt, fearing he’d done something wrong, immediately pulled his hands away, gazing up at Ryan with those frightened, doe-like eyes. “Ryan? Shit, did I-”
“Did you just squeeze my tits, dude?”
A beat of silence passed.
“…Yeah?”
Ryan burst out in giggles, unable to keep a straight face. Matt, on the other hand, was now absolutely red with embarrassment.
“Dude! D-Don’t laugh at me, okay, I haven’t-! I’m not-!” Matt sputtered, anxiously running his hands through his hair as he glanced away. “I’m used to fucking people with tits, okay!”
Ryan giggled again. He had a stupid, smug grin on his face that only made Matt more frustrated. It wasn’t fair that Ryan could take something like this so unseriously. This wasn’t some stupid fling, this was the culmination of years of sexual tension! This wasn’t a joke to Matt. This was serious!
“I-I said stop laughing! Does this even matter to you, man?” Matt huffed as he tried to sit up, his voice coming out more whiny than he would’ve liked.
Before he had any space to think, Matt was being pushed back down into the mattress with enough force to startle him. It made him feel breathless, his body igniting again in a way that he’d never felt before. Matt wasn’t used to this at all. He felt like he was panting for air. Maybe he was.
“Does this matter to me?” Ryan parroted, a sweet, almost patronizing tone to his voice as he lowered down closer to Matt, their faces mere inches apart. “You’re asking me…” Ryan tilted his head to the side, moving in to kiss at Matt’s exposed collarbone. “If this…” Ryan pressed another kiss against Matt’s neck. “If you matter to me?”
Matt could feel Ryan’s hot breath against his ear. He could feel Ryan’s scruff against his cheek. Matt swallowed thickly. He could feel his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
“Um. I guess?” Matt’s voice trembled.
“Matt…” Ryan’s voice had that cadence again. He was tilting his head to the side. Matt would’ve known even if he wasn’t staring straight up at Ryan. “Of course not.”
Matt’s stomach dropped. Immediately, a chill ran through his body, flesh breaking out in goosebumps and cold sweat. He knew it. He fucking knew it.
None of this mattered to Ryan nearly as much as it did to Matt! Ryan probably saw this all as one big joke—some kind of bit.
“Woah, Matt…” Ryan’s brows furrowed. “Dude are you— I was kidding, man! Don’t cry!”
“I’m not crying!” Matt slapped Ryan’s hand away when the man tried to reach out to touch his face, sitting upright to push Ryan off of him. “That’s—That’s not funny, dude. You shouldn’t fuck with me like that…”
“…Wow. This must really be messing you up,” Ryan murmured contemplatively, drawing away slightly to give Matt more room to breathe. “I’m… sorry, dude, I figured you’d know I was just fuckin’ with you. Like, we do that shit all the time, I just figured you’d, uh…” Ryan cringed, glancing away from Matt. Now Ryan was the one acting bashful, all of a sudden. “Uh, I guess I just figured it was pretty well-known, you know? Like, I care about you a lot, man…”
“…Care about me, how?” Matt asked suspiciously, his wet, pathetic eyes staring up at Ryan.
“Dude,” Ryan scoffed, as if it were simple. As if it were obvious. “I love you. Duh.”
Matt didn’t know how to respond. He was dumbfounded. He’d heard the words from Ryan so many times before, but it was different, now.
Matt’s eyes were locked with Ryan’s. He tried to come up with something to say, his mouth opening and his lips attempting to form a syllable, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even classify what he was doing as stammering, because even though his lips were trying to speak, his vocal cords were doing nothing to help.
That didn’t seem to matter, though, because Ryan was gazing deep into his eyes, easing Matt back down against the bed. Matt let out a breath, exhaling the tension out of his body as Ryan got close again, starting to kiss Matt’s neck.
Ryan’s warm hands easily found their way under Matt’s shirt, making Matt draw in a sharp gasp. It took all his might not to giggle and squirm as Ryan held his waist, admiring the pale expanse of skin he’d revealed by riding Matt’s shirt up.
Ryan let out an enamored sigh as he gazed at Matt’s torso, rough thumbs brushing against Matt’s soft flesh. “Y’know, you’ve always been so pretty. Always all soft… so delicate… Makes it hard to keep my hands to myself,” Ryan hummed, and for some reason Matt got the feeling Ryan was talking to himself more than he was to Matt.
Matt gulped, his whole body feeling unbearably hot. Hearing Ryan talk about him like this—feeling Ryan touching him like this—it was all too much. “Tch— I’m-Dude, you can’t call me delicate, I’m a grown man with dick and balls,” Matt scoffed, trying to laugh away the anxiety he was feeling.
Ryan didn’t dignify Matt with a response. Instead he started to press kisses to the pale flesh of Matt’s abdomen, lashes fluttering shut like he was stopping to worship Matt. At least, that was what it felt like. Ryan was taking his time appreciating every inch of Matt’s body as though it were fine art. Matt had to bite his lip to hold back moans as Ryan covered his stomach with gentle, loving kisses.
Matt could feel one of Ryan’s hands on his leg, right where his thigh met his knee. Slowly, Ryan started to slide it up, continuing to keep his focus on Matt’s stomach as he moved his hand up Matt’s thigh, not yet dipping under the fabric of Matt’s borrowed gym shorts.
Matt was absolutely breathless. He couldn’t think straight at all. “Jesus— Oh my god, okay dude, h-hold on—” Matt panted, mouth agape as Ryan’s fingertips started to creep beneath the elastic of Matt’s waistband.
“Do you actually want me to stop or are you just saying that?” Ryan’s voice was coy—Matt could hear the smirk on his lips. He already knew the answer to the question.
Matt covered his face with both hands, letting out a frustrated groan. He wanted to cry. Ryan was being such a dick. “Don’t—Fuck, don’t stop, please…”
Ryan lay out a self-satisfied chuckle. “That’s what I thought.”
It was really hard for Matt to resist squirming when Ryan began to pull his pants down. For one, he was way too ticklish to keep still, but also he was scared. It didn’t matter that Ryan had seen him naked before. Everything was different now. It was intimate, now.
Matt found his solace in the darkness of the palms of his hands. As long as he kept his hands over his eyes, he didn’t have to think about the way he was whimpering or the way that the fabric of the shorts was inching down his thighs. Matt grit his teeth, his body trembling as he felt the cold air against his half-chubbed cock.
“Someone’s excited…” Ryan cooed, an especially playful tone to his voice. Matt knew Ryan was just being a little shit because he could.
Matt was just opening his mouth to tell Ryan to shut the fuck up when Ryan’s hand was on his cock, and suddenly Matt couldn’t think at all. His eyes rolled back in his head as he frantically clasped his hand over his open mouth. “Fuck!! Oh, Ryan—“ Matt gasped, his words muffled, but still audible.
“Hey, hey, no covering,” Ryan chided, using his free hand to pin Matt’s wrist to the bed. “I wanna hear all those pretty little noises you’re making for me.”
“Ryan…” Matt huffed, his tone almost a whimper as he gazed up at Ryan with pathetic, wet eyes.
“What’s wrong, Matt?” Ryan couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He had started to stroke Matt’s cock, working the timid man to full hardness. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Ryan pressed a kiss to Matt’s stomach.
Matt tried to open his mouth to speak, but again, words wouldn’t come out.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Ryan’s voice was deep and rumbling and it scrambled Matt’s brain. Another kiss pressed against his abdomen, much closer to his erect member, now. “To get me here, touching you, kissing you…” Ryan gazed up at Matt with half-lidded eyes, his expression overwhelmingly adoring.
“Do you want me to suck you, Matt?”
Matt’s brain was able to break out of the confusion to respond to that question. His eyes were wide and frantic, completely zoned in on Ryan, who was now hovering above Matt’s dick so close he could feel the man’s warm breath. First, Matt nodded, his mouth struggling to catch up with the signals his brain was sending. “Yes,” he choked out after a second, his face flushed and his eyes red. “Please, I-I really— I really do, Ryan.”
That was all it took. Ryan’s lips were wrapped around Matt’s cock, and Matt had never felt anything as good in his goddamn life. This was better than any drug. This was Ryan. Matt’s other half. The one person in the world he trusted more than anyone else.
“Fuuuck, oh my god…” Matt groaned, his head falling back against the bed as Ryan began to swirl his tongue around the head. Matt was trembling as he tentatively slid a hand into Ryan’s hair, not controlling or guiding the man’s movements, instead just resting there.
When Matt dared to glance down, the visual was nearly fatal. It was enough to make Matt cum right there—and it nearly did. Ryan was staring up at him hungrily, his pupils blown out in a way that made his dark brown eyes appear almost completely black. He was starting to bob his head now, his hand working the base of Matt’s cock while he hollowed his cheeks to apply more suction.
“Oh my god… Ryan…” Matt moaned out blearily, barely aware of what he was saying as his grasp tightened, fingers starting to pull at Ryan’s hair. “Y’look so pretty—so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, oh my god.”
Ryan chuckled around Matt’s cock, the hand that had previously been jerking the base of Matt’s length was now being used to cup at Matt’s balls. Matt let out a noise that almost sounded like a sob as Ryan fondled his balls, massaging and squeezing and experimenting to get the best reaction out of the trembling man.
“Jesus, dude—Fuck! Slow down, y-you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” Matt warned, gently tugging Ryan’s hair to pull the man up off his cock. But Ryan did the exact opposite. Instead of pulling off, he took even more into his mouth. He took Matt all the way to the base.
“Ryan! Ryan, no, come on, dude! Please! Stop, I-I don’t wanna—!” Matt tried to squirm, tried to pull Ryan off his dick, but Ryan doubled down again, grasping at Matt’s hips and pushing them down into the bed. He kept Matt pinned in place like that, unable to escape the stimulation as Ryan worked him closer and closer to his climax, paying special attention to his sensitive cockhead and slit.
Matt was in tears. He had grit his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to hold off for as long as possible, but he couldn’t. Not when Ryan was trying to suck the soul out of him.
“Ryan! Pull off, I’m-I’m about to cum, I’m about to!!” Matt warned frantically, skinny legs flailing as he tried to jerk his hips away from Ryan. Ryan pulled off mere milliseconds before Matt was cumming, aiming Matt’s dick up at his abdomen. Matt let out a long, guttural groan as he came, painting his stomach and chest with ropes of hot cum.
Matt was trembling, mouth agape, have twisted in the bedsheets as Ryan jerked his dick through his orgasm, making sure to milk every last drop of cum out of his cock.
“Good boy,” Ryan purred, eyes raking over Matt’s cum-covered, shaking frame.
“Jesus, dude, what the actual fuck? What the hell was that??” Matt scoffed between pants for air, his head spinning. “You fuckin’- I can’t believe you— How do you—??”
“Shhh, shh, sh… Matthew…” Ryan cooed, pressing a finger up against Matt’s lips to silence him. “You don’t need to ask questions. I’m gonna get something to clean you up.”
And like that Ryan was gone, leaving Matt staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. Matt had a lot of unanswered questions, but one stood out above the rest: How the fuck did Ryan know how to suck cock like that?
Ryan returned after a few moments with wet wipes from the en-suite bathroom, collapsing onto the bed next to Matt. “How are you feeling? Doing alright?” Ryan asked, starting to wipe the cum off Matt’s stomach. Even though it wasn’t supposed to come off as teasing, Matt couldn’t help interpret it that way.
“I’m fine, it’s a cumshot not a gunshot…” Matt murmured. He was taken aback by Ryan’s giddy laughter that came in response to the small quip. It made Matt smile in turn.
Ryan sighed contently as he finished cleaning Matt up, tossing the wet wipe onto the floor. He’d clean it later at some point. “All clean. Now you can big spoon and you won’t get cum all over my back,” he hummed proudly.
“How come I have to big spoon?” Matt huffed playfully, “I want to be cradled by that hunky Magee build!”
“You have to big spoon because I just gave you the best blowjob of your life,” Ryan explained, as if it were elementary knowledge.
“It was not the best blowjob of my life,” Matt scoffed, arms wrapping around Ryan to pull him in close. Ryan sidled up against Matt, his back flush with Matt’s stomach. “I’ve had plenty of better blowjobs from your mother.”
“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that, Watson,” Ryan hummed, unbothered as he wiggled his body around a little, getting settled in his position.
Matt let out a sigh, his heart feeling unusually full as he squeezed Ryan in his arms. “I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you too, buddy.”
It had, in fact, been the best blowjob Matt had ever had.