Consummation of true love between best friends.
Matt rolled over and looked at the clock - it was ten in the morning and he hadn’t slept worth a damn. He sat up on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Long black strands fell to the front as he covered his face with trembling hands. No matter how hard he struggled to keep them back, the tears began to fall again. Another dream. Another memory of Austin. It never ended, and it was driving him crazy. He looked at the picture of the two of them that he kept on his night stand.
They were both seventeen then - two best friends without a care in the world. It was around then that Matt began to notice changes within himself; changes that scared the hell out of him. He began to ache for Austin, and being around him became painful. Matt withdrew more and more from their friendship, leaving Austin in the dark, too terrified to tell his best friend that he was in love - with him. That picture was taken almost seven years ago. Time wasn’t kind to Matt. There wasn’t a day that went by in which some memory didn’t crop up, driving him into tears. Matt wiped the tears away as the phone beside him rang.
“Hello, Matt Stromberg,” a young man asked.
“Yes, this is he. Can I help you?” He was still tired as hell and hoped the crying hadn’t made his voice too choppy.
“I’m calling about your ad and wanted to ask if you could drop by and try out. Our singer split two weeks ago.”
“Sure, man, where are you? And what time is good?”
“Our rehearsal space is in our drummer’s loft. We’re here now, but he’ll be a few minutes late. Oh, and I’m Michael, by the way.” Matt quickly wrote down the directions and told Michael that he was on his way. The loft wasn’t too far from his place and he was soon knocking on the door.
Austin had gotten home earlier than expected, and Michael and Rusty were already there. He opened the refrigerator for a beer as Michael prattled on about inviting some singer over to try out, but he barely heard a word his guitarist was saying - Matt had taken over his thoughts again. Michael soon got the hint and went into the living room, leaving Austin depressed and staring at the sink. Rusty was plucking away on his bass in the living room and asked who the singer was. The sound of shattering glass came from the kitchen the moment Michael uttered the name ‘Matthew Stromberg.’ Both men ran to the kitchen to see Austin cleaning up, his face red and tear-streaked.
“Dude, what’s wr…,” Michael’s question was cut short by the heart-wrenching look on his drummer’s face.
“Oh god. It’s him, isn’t it?” Austin only nodded as he picked up the broken glass.
“Man, I’m so sorry. I - I didn’t know. You want me to call him and…” Michael was interrupted by a knock on the door. The two men exchanged glances, and Michael went to open it.
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A young man with shoulder-length brown hair opened the door. He smiled meekly and invited Matt inside.
“You must be Matt. Hi, I’m Michael, the guitarist. That’s Rusty, our bass player.” He pointed to a man on the couch. His auburn hair fell over his face as he plucked on the bass strings.
“Hi there. You said the drummer’s going to be late?” Michael looked as if he was going to say something, but was quickly interrupted by a voice from the kitchen.
“I got home early.” Matt felt a lump in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to prevent the release of seven years worth of emotions. Michael grabbed Rusty by the arm and pulled him out the front door, leaving the two best friends standing in a painfully awkward silence. Austin swallowed hard and walked into the living room. There he stood - the one person in the entire world that he had ever loved. There was so much that he wanted, no, needed to say, but his vocal chords betrayed him and nothing came out.
Matt finally opened his eyes, not sure what to expect after so many years. Their eyes locked and, for a split second, nothing else existed. Matt tried like hell to keep his composure, but gave in the moment he felt Austin’s arms around him. They stood there for several minutes, their arms around each in a long-awaited embrace. Austin was the first to break the tearful silence.
“Matthew, there are some things I need to tell you. I’ve carried it all around for so long that I’ve got to say it or I risk going insane.” He took Matt’s hand and sat him down on the couch.
“I imagine you’ve got a lot to say as well, but please hear me out,” he said as he softly wiped away the tears on Matt’s cheek.
“Matt, I love you. Yes, I love you as a brother, but,” he breathed deeply, “I’m also in love with you. I’m gay, Matt. I have been since I was fourteen. I’ve spent the past seven years dying inside, not knowing if I’d ever see you again.” Matt blinked, not totally sure if what he was hearing was real or simply his mind’s way of being utterly cruel. His silence was crushing and Austin’s hand trembled in his own. Seeing tears roll down Austin’s cheek nearly killed Matt. He had to let him know - it was now or never. But, despite his best efforts, the words escaped Matt’s lips without so much as a whisper. So he did the only other thing he could think of - he leaned over and softly kissed the tears from Austin’s cheek, tasting their salty sweetness. He moved his lips down his jaw line, desperately wanting to kiss him, but not wanting to rush it. He released Austin’s hand and gently cupped his face, spending several seconds simply gazing into the crystal blue eyes that he had pined after for so long. Brushing his lips against Austin’s, he whispered, “I love you too.”
Austin caught his breath as Matt tenderly kissed his lips, gently coaxing them open. Matt held his head, his fingers entwined in the spiky blonde hair. The warm metal of Austin’s barbell was intoxicating as it rolled over Matt’s tongue, caressing it as they kissed. Austin’s head swam as their tongues danced together, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Matt’s waist and pulled him closer. Time seemed to stop and it took the sound of a door opening to bring them both up for air and back to reality.
“Um,” Michael cleared his throat, “I guess the need for an audition is out?” He stepped back into the loft with Rusty and his bass in tow. All four men laughed and Matt took the opportunity to look around for the first time.
It was obvious that Austin was out of the closet - his walls were covered in erotic artwork. Hardly any space was left uncovered and no female figures were to be found anywhere. Matt chuckled as he got up and walked around, admiring the pictures: abstracts, silhouettes, full color photos, black-and-whites; some were of bodies only, some of tender kisses, and some of a more kinky nature. You name it; it was there. One in particular caught Matt’s eye and he studied it for several minutes, secretly intrigued: two men; one standing, one kneeling at his feet. The kneeling man was gazing up with a look of love and respect. There was a black collar around his neck, and a leash on it that was held by the other man.
“Like it? It’s one of my personal favorites,” Austin said from the couch.
“Yea, it’s, umm, interesting,” Matt stammered. Austin chuckled, causing Matt’s cheeks to flush.
“Okay, about that audition,” Matt said. He had to change the subject quickly as he felt the black denim of his jeans become too tight for comfort. Austin laughed and the sound made Matt’s legs feel like jelly. Austin led them to a room in the back. He had made it sound-proof and it acted as the perfect rehearsal room. Once they were all settled and Matt was ready, Austin began suggesting songs.
“Ok, do you know the words to any Tool songs, Matt?” He gave Matt a sly smile.
“I know every Tool song. Which one did you have in mind,” Matt asked, knowing Austin had something up his sleeve.
“Hmm, how about ‘Prison Sex,’” he grinned. Matt looked into his eyes. There was something behind this, but he nodded and the guys started playing.
Matt closed his eyes and started singing. Austin watched him as he held the mic with both hands, slightly swaying the stand from side to side. Matt’s chest heaved with every line and Austin ached to touch him, to feel his heartbeat and his chest rise and fall with every precious breath. When Matt opened his eyes, he realized that Austin was mouthing the lyrics as he watched him. The look on his face had Matt transfixed…and quite curious. Austin grinned as they ended the song.
Matt waited in the living room as the other three talked in private. He continued to look at Austin’s art collection, but felt himself continually drawn back to the one picture. He looked for the artist’s signature, determined to get a copy of it for himself. In the bottom right corner, he found it: A. Brannick. His eyes widened as he looked at others, all from the same artist: Austin Brannick.
“Yep, it’s all me. Different mediums, different models, but all my own work. Oh, by the way, you’ve got the position, if you want still want it.” Matt turned around and laughed. Austin watched him - oh, how he wanted so much to touch him. After welcoming him into the band, Michael and Rusty left, leaving the two of them in another odd silence. Matt glanced again at the picture, and immediately froze upon noticing something that he hadn’t before: it was him kneeling at Austin’s feet.
“I wondered how long it would take you to notice,” Austin whispered against the back of Matt’s tender neck. He softly brushed the long black hair aside before lightly biting down on the flesh where Matt’s neck and shoulder met. Matt rested his head back against Austin’s shoulder and moaned softly as Austin slid one hand around to the front of his neck to hold him in place. His eyes closed as he felt Austin’s free hand slide around his chest and down his belly. He ached to touch him, but when he tried to turn around, Austin’s grip on his neck tightened. Quick to take a hint, he remained still, his entire body one big nerve as Austin rubbed his upper thigh, completely avoiding everything else.
“Come with me,” he whispered into Matt’s ear. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. Matt followed him into the bedroom, his legs nearly betraying him as they turned to jelly. Once the door closed behind them, Austin shoved Matt against it, pinning his arms above his head. He gripped both of Matt’s wrists in one hand and held them tightly against the door.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” Austin growled as he slipped his free hand down to unbutton Matt’s jeans. Matt caught his breath as he felt Austin’s hand wrap around his achingly hard cock. His eyes burned into Matt’s as he began stroking, causing Matt to plead for release. He released it and began to unbutton his own jeans, never releasing Matt from his piercing stare. Giving them a push downward, his jeans joined Matt’s on the floor. He released his arms and turned him around.
“Put your hands on the door and bend over,” he commanded. Matt did as he was told and felt Austin spread his legs apart. Austin kneeled down and first kissed one cheek and then the other. Oh, how he wanted to slip his cock between those cheeks, but he was determined to take it slow. With his right hand on Matt’s hip, he slid his left hand down the crack of his ass, his fingers lightly brushing over the little puckered hole. Matt groaned and squirmed and paid dearly for it as Austin’s hand landed a resounding smack to his right asscheek.
“You don’t move until I say you can move,” he growled. His voice sent chills through Matt’s body and he whimpered but remained still. He bit his lower lip as Austin spread his asscheeks apart, exposing the pink puckered hole that begged to be teased and probed. Austin leaned close and ran his tongue along the crack before slipping it into Matt’s ass. It took all Matt’s strength to remain standing as his best friend rimmed his asshole, plunging his tongue in and wiggling it before pulling it back out only to do it again. Just as Matt began to think that he could stand no longer, Austin pulled his tongue out and stood up, his cock rubbing along the crack of Matt’s ass as he pressed against him. He wrapped his left hand in Matt’s long black hair and pulled him up, pulling him close against him with his right hand on his hip. He leaned down and softly nibbled on the nape of Matt’s neck.
“Please, Austin, let me touch you,” Matt whispered hoarsely, his voice quivering as Austin slipped his hand over his belly.
“What do you want, Matthew? What is it that you need so desperately that you are willing to give up control?” His whispers sent chills through Matt’s body, his question lingering in the air. Matt swallowed hard, knowing this was it. Austin turned him around and slowly pushed him to his knees, his gaze intense and demanding. Matt looked up at him; the longing to please him was almost unbearable.
“I need you, Austin,” he whispered, “I need you to make me your’s in every way that you can.” Austin smiled, obviously satisfied with Matt’s answer.
“You realize the gravity of what you ask? That you are giving up all control to me?”
“Yes, I do.” Matt nodded. Austin slipped his hand under his chin, lifting his head up.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered close to Matt’s lips.
“Yes, Master,” Matt stammered. His body tingled as he said those words. He was terrified, and Austin knew it.
“Now, get on the bed,” Austin commanded. Matt obeyed and crawled onto the bed, waiting on his back for Austin’s next order. Austin climbed over him and sat on his chest, his sweet cock only inches from Matt’s lips. Moving was out of the question, as Austin pressed his arms tightly against his side. He wrapped his hand around the length of his cock and began to stroke it slowly. Matt watched helplessly as Austin’s hand slid up and down the eight inches of rock hard flesh. He slid the head across Matt’s lips and Matt licked the precum hungrily from the tip. This was hell…and he loved it. Austin leaned over Matt’s head and teasingly slid his cock into Matt’s eager mouth. Gripping the headboard, he slowly pumped it in and out as Matt rolled his tongue over every inch, gently sucking as Austin fucked his mouth.
“That’s it,” Austin whispered between ragged breaths. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, lost in the feeling of his best friend’s warm mouth surrounding his cock. Matt closed his eyes and swallowed, Austin’s cock slipping past his gag point, and buried his nose in the curly blonde hair at its base. Austin’s eyes fluttered open as Matt deep-throated him.
“Oh my god. Swallow…” he panted, seconds before coating Matt’s throat with cum. He growled and gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he pumped his cock in and out of Matt’s mouth. Matt drank every drop, savoring its warm stickiness. Once he was spent, Austin slowly pulled out and looked down at him. His pleading smile amused Austin.
“You want to feel me inside you, don’t you?” Matt nodded as he licked the last of the cum from his lips. Austin slid down and kneeled between his legs, spreading them apart. He pushed Matt’s legs up, once again exposing his pink asshole, and reached over to the bedside table and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer. Matt held the back of his knees, keeping his legs spread apart and watched with bated breath as Austin coated two fingers on his right hand. He grinned as he rubbed a fingertip over Matt’s asshole. Matt closed his eyes and he slid one finger in. He moved it in and out slowly before adding the second finger. Matt whimpered as he spread his fingers apart, stretching his ass open.
“You like that, Matthew? Or do you need more?” He removed his fingers and rubbed them over his newly-revived cock, making it glisten in the light.
“I need you, Austin. I need to feel you inside me more than anything,” Matt said as Austin rubbed the head against his ass. Matt started to close his eyes as the head of Austin’s cock slipped in.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see me when I make you mine,” Austin commanded. Matt looked into those crystal blue eyes as his cock slipped all the way in. Austin’s eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he began to slide in and out, and Matt wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Matt took the chance and flicked his tongue over the metal ring in his nipple. Austin growled and pulled his head closer, and Matt took his nipple into his mouth, nibbling and pulling on the ring.
“I want you to ride me, Matthew,” Austin said breathlessly as he rolled over, pulling Matt on top of him. Matt kneeled over Austin, impaling himself on his cock, and began grinding on him. Austin gripped his thighs and watched his eyes as he began to bounce up and down. He grabbed Matt’s cock and began to stroke it, and Matt’s eyes widened as he felt himself get closer to cumming.
“Austin, please don’t stop,” he pleaded. Austin pumped his cock harder and faster, keeping in time with him.
“Come for me, Matthew,” he whispered. That did it. Matt pounded himself up and down on Austin’s cock as his own exploded, shooting cum all over Austin’s hand and chest. Austin gripped Matt’s thigh and pulled him down hard as his own orgasm rocked his body, lining Matt’s ass with his cum.
As the waves subsided, Matt collapsed onto Austin’s chest, completely oblivious to its stickiness, and breathed with slow, labored breaths. Austin kissed his neck softly and wrapped his arms tightly around him. No words were said. None needed to be said. They had waited for so long for this one moment; to be able to hold each without fear, without shame. Matt raised his head and gazed deeply into Austin’s eyes. A single tear trickled from the corner of Austin’s eye and down his cheek. He smiled softly and Matt gently brushed his cheek with his lips, kissing the single tear. He moved his lips to Austin’s and kissed him, deeply, but softly. Austin broke the kiss, holding Matt’s head gently in his hands.
“I love you. I have always loved you, Matt, and I always will,” he whispered beneath the forming tears. Matt stroked his hair and gazed deeply into his waiting blue eyes.
“I love you too, Austin. More than anything in this world.”
Author: cadarye