Page 91 of Just Past Two

Silas matched Matthew’s rhythm with a nice, easy hip lift of his own. “I suppose.”

Matthew leaned down to kiss him again, aligning their bodies in one warm press, and lingered on the kiss. If he was going to teach Silas about “relaxing” sex, he was going to take his sweet time along the way. He moved to Silas’s neck and took nips of the skin, little bites down toward his collarbone, and then back up again. Silas squirmed, a small sigh escaping him. He drew Matthew’s mouth to his for more kisses, using his hand on Matthew’s jaw for leverage, and no way was Matthew going to turn down those hot lips against his. This was decadent, making out like teenagers, writhing against each other fully clothed on the living room couch.

“What?” Silas drew back, smiling in return at Matthew’s grin. “What made you smile?”

“I was just thinking how much this was like being a teenager again, making out on my parents’ couch in the living room and hoping I didn’t get caught.” He moved his legs so that one was between Silas’s instead of framing them, his thigh pressing deliberately into the other man’s groin to see Silas’s eyelids flutter.

“Oh! I . . . never did that.” Silas sighed and closed his eyes, rocking up into the pressure. “Not until . . . mmm, not until college.”

“I’ll bet you were a hot little blushing virgin, weren’t you?” Now Matthew began moving down Silas’s body, lifting the hem of the other man’s T-shirt to press openmouthed kisses to his flat stomach. “All desperate to give it away?” He found Silas’s nipples with his tongue and fingers, working them into taut peaks the way he knew Silas liked it.

Silas twisted and panted, too worked up to answer, so Matthew pulled back with a teasing kiss to his sternum. “You aren’t being relaxed. You’re getting all worked up again. Guess we’d better ease off.”

“I’m perfectly relaxed.” Silas opened his eyes and tried to glare, but his kiss-swollen lips countered the fierce image he was attempting. They made him look wanton. Matthew liked seeing that look on his partners.

“Good, good. Just thinking of you.” He pushed Silas’s shirt the rest of the way up his chest, and Silas took the hint to lift it off. His thumbs went back to Silas’s nipples and he rubbed the pads across them. “Still relaxed?”

“Of course.” Silas kept his face neutral.

Matthew began pinching. “How about now?”

“Still relaxed. Even a little . . . oh, bored.” His sudden gasp at a particularly hard pinch made Matthew smile.

“Mmm. Bored. That’s nice. It’s good to be bored sometimes.” He pulled off his own shirt and tossed it on the floor, then sat back to unbutton Silas’s jeans. “Now, I generally like to take off my jeans, but only if it won’t get you all worked up.”

“I’m supposed to stay relaxed through all this?” Silas went along with the charade despite his token protests, lifting his hips so Matthew could drag his pants down. Matthew left Silas’s underwear in place, a plain pair of green boxers clearly tented with his straining cock. For good measure, he took his own pants off as well, his erection notable in the snug boxer briefs.

“Yes, you’re supposed to stay relaxed. I’m teaching you to have relaxing sex instead of intense sex. So lie here and pay attention.”

“Mmm, the correct use of lie and lay. Do you know it turns me on when you use good grammar?” Silas smiled up at him, his smile indolent in a way that Matthew hoped to see more of. “I might’ve been an English major if my parents weren’t so set on the sciences. I really like books.”

Matthew smiled back. “Well, if you think that’s good, I also know how to use a semicolon, so you’d better hold on.”

Silas laughed, but that laugh turned into a moan when Matthew settled between Silas’s legs and slotted their cocks together through the fabric. “Oh god,” he moaned, just a breath, his words barely audible. His eyes slammed shut. “That’s incredible.”

“I know.” Matthew was pretty caught up in the moment himself, and he shifted his hips in a rub that brought even more friction. “Mmm.” He lay flat, forcing Silas’s legs apart, one of those legs trailing off the couch and onto the floor, and they began to rock slowly together. Silas’s eyes were still closed, his mouth agape, and Matthew took the opportunity to kiss him, keeping the kiss slow and deep. Silas’s moan reverberated all through him, a desperate noise. Matthew broke the kiss so he could hear more of that.

“I like taking our time like this.” Matthew bit Silas’s earlobe, pinching the flesh between his teeth a bit harder than he normally would because he knew it made Silas lose it. The reserved engineer liked biting, who would have thought? He wanted to strip off the rest of their clothes and race to the conclusion, his erection a steady throb of pleasure and impatience, but he could wait. He was more patient than his dick, especially if that patience let him reduce Silas to a mindless, quivering pile of desperation. “Isn’t it nice?”

Silas rutted against him, looking for more contact. “Nice would be faster,” he muttered through clenched teeth, making Matthew chuckle.

“Now, now, that’s no way to relax.” Matthew stilled his hips, even though it was killing him to do so, and returned to Silas’s nipples. “Look how tense you are. Go ahead and relax for me.”

Silas arched up, just as Matthew had hoped he would, his body bending into a bow. “Just keep going, please.”

“I’m going to keep going.” Matthew kissed his partner again. “But if you don’t relax, I’m going to have to tie you down.”

Silas went rigid, and then boneless, shuddering with a groan. Immediately, his eyes flashed open and he colored red right up to the tops of his ears. Matthew started laughing.

“Is that a hot button for you?” Eyebrows raised in disbelief, he shifted down onto his forearms to hold Silas in place.

Silas averted his eyes, still pink, looking embarrassed, and didn’t answer.

“Look at me.” Matthew turned Silas’s face forward and met his eyes. He hoped the smile he was giving would convey everything Silas needed to know. “That’s fucking hot. I’m happy to tie you down so you can’t get away. Maybe we can try that next time.”

“Next time, huh?” Silas smiled, the smile a tiny bit forced but the rest of him relaxing. “We’ll see.” The tension eased from his frame, which Matthew could feel beneath him, and he began moving his hips again. Silas groaned something that didn’t sound like a word and pressed his palms flat against the cushions. When he began to thrust up, Matthew sat back, loving the teasing. He began to draw Silas’s boxers down over his hips. “Yes, thank God,” Silas breathed.

“Yeah, you like that?” Matthew watched Silas’s cock bounce back against his belly as he tossed the boxers aside. He did the same for his own, wanting to feel the skin-to-skin contact, but wanting more for Silas to give in. He reached down to stroke the other man’s dick, his grip loose, just enough friction that Silas could feel it. Silas made another strangled noise and arched up.