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Absolutely not." Gabe snorts, he's slouched down on Matts couch, phone in hand that he was just scrolling through as he waited for his boyfriend to finish showering.
Matt almost pouts, almost, but a huff escapes his lips. "C'mon, please?" He asks, throwing himself down onto the couch beside Gabe, lifting the shorter mans legs so he can slide closer and let them drop back over his lap. The thing that Gabe is denying is something Matt had asked for before, maybe when he was a bit tipsy, when he'd be giggling like a kid, stumbling into either of their apartments. But Gabe always said no, always will say no, at least he thinks so. It's not something he's ever wanted, not something he's curious about in any way. Even when he would hook up with Will or Leno in Boston, one thing was always made clear, Gabe does not, will not, bottom for anyone or anything.
"Matt," Gabe sighs, his phone gets tossed onto the couch cushion beside him, he gives his boyfriend and unimpressed look. "You know I don't do that shit." It comes out harder than he means to, sharper, and for a moment he feels like those homophobic gay guys, there's a word for it, he knows there is, Will had used it before. But it has nothing to do with that, it's not like he thinks it will make him more gay, he just really hates the idea of someone inside him. Even Matt. Soft, sweet Matt who looks at Gabe like he's the most important person in the room, like every word that comes out of Gabes mouth is gospel, Matt's just a lamb blindly following him.
Matt lets out another huff, fingers moving together, picking at the skin around his nails. A nervous habit that Gabe had noticed pretty early on, before this was a relationship, back during the previous summer when Matt showed Gabe around New York, good spots for coffee, trying out different places, getting high in Matts apartment together.
"I know, just...I wanna," Matt mutters, shoulders shrugging, he sounds more like a child who wants a toy than a grown man who wants to fuck his boyfriend. Gabe feels a pull at his heart, God why did he have to get such a sweet boyfriend? He huffs "okay, I...lemme just...look into stuff."
Matt perks up, eyes widening in excitement "seriously?" He asks, his hands tightening their grip on Gabes calves.
Gabe shrugs "maybe, okay?" He says, already reaching for his phone again, he doesn't like conversations like this. "I'm not saying yes, so don't get too excited?"
But it already feels too late, Matts grinning at him, rubbing his legs with hands that practically envelope his calves.
Gabes thankful that Matt doesn't bring it up again for a few weeks, they get closer to the end of the season, both already making plans. Gabes going to Boston for a bit, Matts staying in New York, then theyre both going to Calgary, and then Chicago and then finally ending up at the Cape in July. It's a lot, so Gabes mind hasn't exactly been focused on Matts request. More focused on the fact that Matt will be meeting his entire family and then he'll be spending time with Will and Leno, which is...well its kind of weird all things considering.
He's reminded of it again after their last game, on their way up to their shared hotel room. Gabe feels a bit shitty about the whole season, but at least he scored another goal tonight, and they won, at least he won't be sent back down next season. He hopes he won't be, anyways.
Matt knocks against his shoulder, his body a warm solid presence beside him as they move down the hall. They don't speak, they don't have to. The taller man unlocks the door and lets Gabe in first before following after. Their movements are well oiled and practiced, kicking off shoes, stripping off their outside clothes and into sweats. Gabe stealing Matts hoodie right out of his hands before flopping back down onto one of the beds, arms spreading out.
His eyes slip shut, not yet tired enough to sleep but too tired to move. The bed dips close to him, Matt carefully sliding to lay down, his hand rubs over Gabes right arm, lifting it so he can slide in closer before letting it fall back down, now across his bare chest. Gabe feels the chain around Matts neck for just a moment before it slides up closer to his jaw.
The room is silent, the only sound being their breathing. Matt keeps shifting, he's always fidgety, can't sit still for too long even after a game. Gabe can feel his heart slowing down, his muscles relaxing one by one. Matts hoodie smells clean, but with that same familiar Matt smell, musky, earthy, some cologne his mom got him for Christmas that he's been using nearly everyday.
"Can we talk?" Matt asks, his voice sounding much louder in the quiet of the hotel room than he means for it to. It's not an unusual request, because as bad as Matt is at keeping still, he's equally as bad at staying quiet. He needs noise, talking, music, a tv show or podcast, he doesn't like silence. Quite the opposite of Gabe, he enjoys silence, peace. Especially the kind of quiet that comes with the Summer, when he's home or at the Cape, window open, the only sound being birds and the wind, maybe an occasional car going past, the thought of being able to experience that peace with Matt was the only thing that had him excited about the off-season.
Gabe hums and nods without even opening his eyes, "wassup?" He mutters, voice low and gravely from shouting across the bench all night, from yelling when he got a goal.
"...Can I fuck your thighs?"
Gabes eyes fly open, almost choking on his own saliva with how fast he sits up. Snapping his head to look at Matt who's looking back at him with that soft, pleading expression, the same one he gives Gabe when he wants to suck him off or go to the restaurant he's picked out. The same one that gets Gabe to give up the aisle seat.
"You, uh..." he blinks a few times, Matt asking to fuck him? Yeah, he's done that a few times, always getting the same answer. Matt asking to fuck his thighs?... Yeah, that's never happened before. He feels like his brain is glitching, lagging behind, shutting down like it can't even begin to process Matts words. "You, you..." he pauses again, tilts his head, letting his eyebrows furrow together.
Matt blinks at him innocently, like he didn't just cause a major malfunction in Gabes head. "It's okay if it's a no," he says softly, of course he does, of course he thinks Gabe is shocked because he doesn't want to do it and not because it was such a random thing to ask. "I just thought, y'know, since you don't want me to fuck you, I could...your thighs-i looked it up, its a thing!" He adds the last part quickly, Gabe had no doubt about it, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's heard of people doing to get off before.
Gabe nods slowly, still thinking. Matt fucking his thighs. Images flash through his mind, Matt whining, begging, rutting against him. "Just, gimme a second." He mutters, looking away from Matts soft gaze.
Pros:
- Matt gets what he's been wanting (kinda)
- Gabe doesn't need to have anything shoved inside him
- they both get off
- he makes Matt happy
Cons:
- Gabe could hate it
- Gabe could hate it and Matt could love it which...would mean another conversation completely
- uh...friction burn? (Is that even possible?)
He supposes if they use enough lube there shouldn't be any chafing at all, hopefully. And if Gabe hates it then they don't do it again, he knows Matt won't push if he says no to it again.
The pro's end up winning, Gabe's always been weak to making Matt happy. "Okay," he finally looks to his boyfriend again, Matt was sat up now, hands fidgeting on his lap, picking at the skin around his nails again nervously. He looks up when Gabe speaks, head tilting to the side "so...?"
Gabe lets out a breath and nods "yeah, yeah we can try that."
Matt practically lights up, grinning at him "sick, dude, lets fuckin go." He moves off the bed, standing in front of Gabe. "Okay, so, the videos I watched were kinda mixed, so I think you could go on your back or your hands and knees, doesn't really matter."
It makes Gabe snort, nodding along, a smirk spreading across his face, "you, uh, you watched videos Remps?"
Matt pauses, face flushing a deep shade of pink. "Oh, uh...yeah," he admits quietly, nodding, he shifts on his feet. "You're not mad though, right? Cause I didn't even get off to them it was just to learn." That makes Gabe snort again, of course, of course his boyfriend would watch porn to 'learn' how to do something.
"No, I'm not mad," his voice softens, reaching over to put his hand on top of Matts own, partly to comfort him, partly to stop him from picking his skin until it breaks. "D'you wanna tell me about it?" Gabe asks, his left hand moving to Matts hip, rubbing soothing little circles through the fabric.
Matt lets out a breath, nodding gently "mhm," he hums, shifts again, Gabes hand slides higher. He's stopped fidgeting, his hands still under Gabes own, like he knows he has to. "So, uh....cause remember you said you didn't wanna, uh..." Matt huffs, head leaning back so that his gaze is just on the ceiling.
"Didn't want you to fuck me, yeah?" Gabe tries to help, he knows what Matt means, he knows what he wants, but God there's something thrilling about watching his boyfriend squirming in place just to try and attempt to tell Gabe what he wants.
Matt nods, his face is still that same deep pink, will probably stay that way for the rest of the night. "Yeah, so um, I looked it up, the thigh..." shakey breath, his voice goes quieter "the thigh fucking." Like its a secret, he should know by now that Gabe won't shame him for being curious about things, for asking for things. And to Matts credit he has been getting better at communicating what he wants, usually following it with a 'sorry' or a 'it's okay if you don't want to'.
Gabe hums, nodding along "okay, so do you want to be more in control?"
Matts head snaps back down to look at him, Gabes surprised he doesn't pull a muscle from how fast he moved. "No," he blurts out, head shaking automatically. "I still...I still want you to be..." he trails off, he can never seem to say the words dominant or submissive, Gabe's even surprised hes gotten this far in telling him what he wants.
Gabe nods in understanding "okay, and do you want me on my back or my hands and knees?" Matt pauses again, glancing away before shrugging "uh...maybe your back? I like looking at you." It almost makes Gabe soften completely, such a sweet boy.
He ends up on his back, settled with three of the flat hotel room pillows under his head. They're both bare, a line of marks from a few days ago lead a trail down Matts abdomen. Gabe has his thighs pressed together, legs up, separated only at his knees with his calves resting on Matts shoulders. It's almost uncomfortable, right on that edge, he can handle it but he knows the muscles on the back of his thighs will be sore tomorrow.
"Okay, I'm just gonna-" Matt shifts, tossing the bottle of lube onto the nightstand with a loud clatter that echoes in the space. His left hand rubs at the side of Gabes thigh, up near his hip as his right rubs lube over his cock. He glances at Gabe who gives him a soft smile "still okay?"
Matt nods "yeah, yeah, just..." he lets out a small shaky breath, moving his right hand to spread whatever leftover lube into the crevice where Gabes thighs meet. His eyes keep flicking between Gabes own and where his hand rubs over Gabes skin. "Okay, I'm...is this okay?" Back to Gabes eyes.
Gabe nods once, shifting his hips, his lower spine is already beginning to ache but knowing Matt he won't last long anyway, so Gabe will withstand the discomfort for a few minutes.
Matt wipes his hand in the sheets beside Gabes hip, shifting up and forward until the front of his thighs meet Gabes skin.
His movements are gentle and paced, pushing his cock slowly in-between Gabes thighs, hips shifting only slightly, his eyebrows furrowed down in the middle as he focused entirely on his own movements.
Gabe watches him, every movement, every muscle flexing and relaxing in his arms, every small twitch on his face. His eyebrows smoothing out before pulling together again. His bottom lip almost trembling before his teeth catch the rose tinted flesh.
It doesn't really feel like much, not to Gabe. There's pressure between his legs but is isn't pleasurable, if he was in a worse mood he would've pushed Matt away, grumbled something about it being stupid and Matt being desperate and then make him hump Gabes shin. But he doesn't feel like being cruel today. Especially not with how much Matt looks like hes enjoying himself.
"Yeah, just like that baby." At the praise Matts eyebrows soften again, looking to Gabes face with a small smile. The head of his cock finally pushes through, peaking out the other side between Gabes milky pale thighs. Matt groans before stopping, watching Gabe, waiting for more approval, for instructions, for more praise in that low voice Gabe only uses when they're like this.
"Keep going." As soon as the words slip out of Gabes mouth, Matt moves again, hips rocking slowly back and forth, like he's worried it might actually hurt Gabe. "You can go faster, baby-" Gabe reaches a hand up, grabbing a handful of Matts grown out hair to pull his head back. He follows the line of the taller mans throat, watching it move as he swallows once before letting out a low, barely there, whine. "-c'mon, fuck me like you mean it."
Matt huffs, not daring to even try and move his head away from Gabes grip. He adjusts his movements, hips moving that little bit faster, small sounds of pleasure slipping from between his parted lips. His eyes finding Gabes, looking for any form of approval in the younger mans eyes. A quiet question behind them when they meet again, 'is this okay? Am i doing it right?'
The only reassurance he gets is Gabe pulling him closer, a hand sliding down to Matts upper back to pull his body down over him. Matts right forearm lands beside Gabes head, letting Gabe pull him down, getting as close as humanly possible.
Matts eyes look almost glazed over, head hanging down between the space of Gabes chin and where his legs are bent up. The most obscene noises coming from Matts mouth. He's out of his head, slipped into that nice soft spot where he's pliant and whiney. When Gabe can get him to do anything and everything without so much as an odd look.
"Such a good boy, fuckin' me so good."
Matt doesn't hold back any noises, letting a mix of moans and whines slip free. Gabe prefers him like this, not the cocky confident Matt in the locker room or with teammates, not the outgoing funny Matt with his family and friends. This Matt right here, right now, desperate and eager to please, pliant under Gabes hands.
Gabes cock lays half hard against his stomach, twitching with interest at Matts pathetic moaning. His hand reaches down to give himself a few solid strokes, trying to time then with Matts pathetic thrusts.
"Gabe, Gabe I cant-" Matt whines, his hips already starting to stutter.
"Y'gonna come for me? Go on baby, make a mess on me."
Matt lets out a cut off noise, mouth hanging open as the most sinful desperate sounds slip from his lips. Dampness spreads between Gabes thighs, the squelch against their bodies almost makes Gabe wince, Matts body falling down on top of him, his face burying into Gabes neck.
He lets Matt lay there, body spent from the unfamiliar cardio. Theres a damp spot growing on Gabes shoulder, Matts mouth hanging open, panting, soft huffs of air hitting sweat soaked skin.
"Ya want me to-?" Matt starts pushing himself up, his breathing not yet evened out, one hand aiming for Gabes own cock that still lays half hard between them. Gabe catches his hand "no, its fine, just...just lay down with me."
It makes Matt pause, eyes shooting to Gabes face like hes checking if this is some sort of joke or trick. Then slowly he pulls his hand back up, letting his head drop back down onto Gabes shoulder.
Gabe shifts, rubbing Matts back in small soothing circles. He can get off after, probably end up going to the bathroom and jerking off after he's sure Matts fully asleep. And judging by his breathing it's not gonna be long.
"Love you," Matt whispers, shifting his leg up across Gabe, securing him down to the bed with just his weight.
"Yeah," Gabe says, staring up at the hotel room ceiling, "love you too," he adds after a silent moment.
-fin.