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Jonny climbed into the car after Matt and relished the silence and calm that enveloped him when the door shut. He loved the energy of performing on stage and was grateful for the outpouring at the stage door, but the attention could be overwhelming at times.
He buckled in and turned to look at Matt. “You’re here,” he grinned and took Matt’s hand. “Means a lot.” “Are you kidding? No way I’d miss it, Jonny. And you were fantastic.”
Jonny waved his hand dismissively, but his body still warmed in pleasure. He’d read the reviews—he knew critics loved the show—but hearing the feedback from Matt hit differently.
Deflecting, he changed topics. “Can you believe that Fellow Travelers tattoo?” He asked, referring to a fan who’d waited at the stage door after the show. “The impact of the show still blows my mind.”
“Someone stopped me in the lobby, too. Kind of amazing that it’s still what everyone wants to talk to us about.”
“You did good getting that show made,” Jonny said and squeezed Matt’s hand, which was still laced with his. “We,” Matt amended, squeezing back.
“You hungry?” Jonny asked, deflecting again, despite Matt being the one with the reputation for being unable to take compliments. “I usually wait an hour or so more to eat, but I have some takeaway at the flat we can have when we get back.”
“I am hungry,” Matt answered, his voice pitching lower, and his eyes met Jonny’s. “Not for takeaway, though.”
“Well,” Jonny teased, “I am a full-service host.”
That quickly, the atmosphere in the car shifted from a casual reunion to anticipation. Even knowing that Matt and Simon had a semi-open marriage, and even having been intimate with Matt in the past, Jonny didn’t make assumptions about their time together. A visit to simply see Jonny’s show would have been more than sufficient, and yet, he felt a rush of heat and excitement at the thought of more. It had been far too long.
Matt dropped Jonny’s hands when they arrived at Jonny’s building but linked their fingers as soon as the elevator door closed. “I missed you,” Matt shared without a hint of self-consciousness, and Jonny bumped their shoulders.
“I missed you, too. Been a crazy few months between the Wicked promo and prep for the play.”
“You really were spectacular,” Matt said as Jonny keyed open the door. “I’m so proud of you.”
Jonny’s cheeks pinked as the praise washed over him. “How proud?” He asked after he shut the door, raising his eyebrows mischievously.
“Mmmm,” Matt hummed. “Let’s see.”
Before Jonny could react, Matt was crowding him back against the door, their bodies flush. Matt was in a pair of jeans, but Jonny had left the theater in sweats, and the pressure, when Matt ground his thigh into Jonny’s groin, was exquisite.
Matt pressed his lips to Johnny’s in a lingering but chaste kiss, drawing back before Jonny was ready. Eager to deepen the kiss, Jonny chased after Matt’s mouth, but Matt stopped him with a palm on Jonny’s chest. “Through that whole damn show, all I could think about was getting my mouth on you.”
“I thought you were paying attention to my performance.”Jonny grinned and poked at Matt’s chest.
“I can multitask.”
“Well then, far be it from me to keep you from your goal,” Jonny said, leaning against the door at an angle that allowed him to cant his hips forward.
Matt licked his lips and let out a shuddery breath before sinking to his knees. He looked up at Jonny with hunger in his eyes and said, “You remember what I like?”
“Could never forget, sweetheart.” Jonny threaded his fingers lightly through Matt’s hair but didn’t grip his head or direct Matt’s actions. Not yet.
Shifting forward to close the last bit of distance between them, Matt rested his hands on Jonny’s hips and mouthed at his cock through the fabric of his sweats. Jonny was already half hard, and even through two layers of cotton, the attention felt exquisite. Matt used his tongue and mouth to bring Jonny to hardness, soaking through the cotton of Jonny’s sweats and briefs by the time Jonny’s erection was straining in his pants.
“Matt,” Jonny pled breathlessly, rolling his hips against Matt’s lips.
“You want more?” Matt asked, his voice muffled from where his face was still buried in Jonny’s groin.
“Want your mouth on me. God.” Jonny thunked his head back against the door when Matt mouthed at his balls through his pants.
Matt pulled away and Jonny bit back a whine from the loss of contact. Looking up at Jonny with hooded eyes, Matt gripped the waistband of Jonny’s pants and briefs and pulled them down in a single smooth motion; a moan slipped from Jonny’s lips as his cock bounced free.
“Gorgeous,” Matt said, wrapping a hand around Jonny’s cock and stroking lightly—too lightly—from root to tip. He dragged his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing precome, and Jonny let out a raspy sigh at the shock of arousal.
“Please,” Jonny begged, craving more than Matt's light teasing touch.
In response, Matt increased the pressure of his grip and stroked up and down Jonny’s shaft. “Fucking love your cock, Jonny.”
Without another word, he leaned forward and took Jonny’s cock in his mouth, dragging the head back and forth over his tongue. Matt looked like a scene from one of Jonny’s fantasies—jaw slack, tongue out—and Jonny’s mouth went dry at the sight.
Heat curled through Jonny’s body, settling in his groin, and he adjusted his hands in Matt’s hair so he could maneuver Matt’s head how he wanted. “You ready?” Jonny asked and was rewarded with a low groan of assent before Matt sealed his lips around Jonny’s cock.
Jonny thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into the scorching, wet heat waiting for him. Matt’s fingers grasped Jonny’s hips, nails digging into Jonny’s skin hard enough that Jonny was sure there’d be marks, but Matt didn’t pull back. Instead, he relaxed and let Jonny use his grip on Matt’s head to fuck his cock deeper into Matt’s throat.
This was what Jonny knew Matt loved—turning himself over to Jonny to use for his pleasure, for their mutual pleasure; pushing himself to take Jonny deeper, letting Jonny fill his throat, trusting Jonny to know his limits.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jonny rasped. “Gagging for more of my cock. You’re fucking perfect.”
Matt’s cheeks pinked prettily, and he whined, looking up at Jonny; tears sat unshed in the corners of his eyes and his face was already sloppy with spit. The pleasure was so intense that Jonny had to fight to keep his eyes open; being with Matt was more than a simple hook-up, and he didn’t want to miss a moment of the desire plain on Matt’s face.
The sounds in the room were obscene—Jonny’s harsh breathing, Matt’s groans and gags, the spit-slick sound of Jonny’s cock driving into Matt’s mouth—and Jonny could feel the tendrils of his orgasm beginning to ignite.
“Take yourself out for me,” Jonny pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. “Need to see you.”
Matt’s hands were at his jeans before Jonny had finished speaking, fingers quickly making work of the button and zipper, hand reaching in his pants to free his cock.
A groan rumbled through Jonny’s chest at the sight of Matt’s cock—flushed and leaking and so damn hard, all from having Jonny’s cock in his mouth. Matt wrapped his hand around himself and stroked, drawing moans that reverberated around Jonny’s cock as his hand moved furiously over his flesh; it was a perfect feedback loop of sensation and Jonny felt his balls draw up tighter, the heat in his gut intensifying.
“Face or mouth,” Jonny managed to ask before he was too far gone to make a deliberate choice.
Matt simply sealed his lips more firmly around Jonny’s cock and hummed, making his choice clear. Jonny tightened his fingers in Matt’s hair, the way he knew Matt loved, and let his orgasm crash over him, spilling into Matt’s mouth, down his throat.
Resting bonelessly against the door, breath still heaving, Jonny looked down at Matt, whose face was a mess of come and spit. He was still looking up at Jonny, seemingly mindless of anything but getting off.
“Still can’t believe I get to see you like this,” Jonny praised, combing his fingers gently through Matt’s curls, watching Matt tip closer toward the precipice. “Get to have you like this. Get to watch you come for me.”
Matt squeezed his eyes shut and let out a guttural moan, hips bucking into his fist as he spilled across his hand, body shaking through the force of his orgasm.
“Fuuuck,” Matt breathed when he came down. “That was good.” He wiped off his face, looked at his hands and jeans, grimaced, and then laughed. “And I’m a mess.”
Jonny reached down a hand to tug Matt to his feet, mindless of the come still on Matt’s hand, and drew him in for a slow, lingering kiss. “Go shower,” Jonny said against Matt’s lips. “Grab some of my clothes and I’ll heat food for us.”
“Get some energy for round two?” Matt asked, raising his eyebrows.
Jonny barked out a pleased laugh. “Can’t leave my guests wanting.”
“You never do,” Matt said, pecking Jonny on the lips before heading down the hall.