Page 95 of Pain
Xander reached up with his good arm and pulled the bows from his hair. "Better?"
"A little." He shook his head at the eyeshadow and lipstick that was still there. "You're getting glitter all over the pillows."
"You complain too much. Focus on my cock." Xander lifted his hips.
He was fully hard, the tip glistening, giving away how aroused he already was. "I should use my hand instead of my mouth just because you tattooed my daughter."
Xander grinned. "She looks badass, doesn't she?"
"That's one way to say it. How long will those stay on? She's got therapy Monday."
"They'll wash off in a few days. I promise no one will have an issue if she goes out in public with fake tats all over her."
Matt crawled over the bed and settled beside Xander, bending in for a kiss as he started to stroke his cock.
Xander kissed him back, all the playfulness disappearing as the kiss became stronger and needier.
Matt hadn't undressed, hoping to keep things from going too far, but now his cock pressed tightly against the zipper of his jeans and he wished he'd at least gotten into something more comfortable. He worked his hips forward, grinding his cock against Xander's thigh as he moved his hand faster over him.
When Xander broke the kiss so they could both breathe, Matt slid lower, replacing his fist with his mouth.
Xander groaned. "I've missed that."
So had Matt, and as he slid his tongue around the head, then took him deep again, he wondered how they went a single day without this. He didn't want to think about how close he'd come to losing him. How easily he could have been alone again.
Xander's fingers combed through his hair as he lifted his hips, feeding his cock to Matt. It wasn't going to take long. They'd both struggled over the last week to keep from touching each other.
"Fuck, I love you so much," Xander told him as Matt cupped his balls with one hand.
Matt felt the same way, but was not about to pull off to tell him. He could feel Xander tensing, feel his balls tightening, and he knew by the look on Xander's face that he was close. He tightened his lips around him, working up and down him faster, teasing the base of his head with each pass of his tongue.
"Urgh…" Xander's hips bucked as he filled Matt's mouth with his release.
Matt continued working over him, taking every drop that Xander had to give, enjoying the sensitive hiss he got when he hit just the right spots as he cleaned him with his tongue.
"Fuck, you are amazing." Xander looked down at him with hooded eyes.
"I love you too." Matt smiled as he licked his lips and moved back up.
"Your turn." Xander reached for him.
"Nope, I said I'd take care of you. There was no talk of me."
"But I can see how hard you are." Xander stared at the bulge in Matt's pants.
"And I'll take care of myself after." He leaned in and kissed Xander softly.
"Let me watch you," Xander whispered against his lips.
Matt groaned, the thought of having Xander watch was more exciting than he thought it would be. How had they gone months without ever watching each other masturbate? "You can't touch."
Xander sighed. "That's mean."
"It's the only way I'll do it. You have to get better, and you heard Beau say the muscles could easily tear if you move wrong. The sooner you heal, the sooner you can touch me again." Matt got up and started to undress. He loved the way Xander's eyes watched as he removed each piece of clothing. "Like what you see?"
Xander licked his lips.
"You know, that might be sexy if your lips weren't painted bright red." Matt kicked his pants aside before climbing back on the bed. "Where do you want me?"
