saga/title/fandom: Don't Wake Up chapter seven
rating/genre: (adult) - romance
warnings: slash, language, heated sexual content
summary: X comes home to Los Angeles to square things with his friends after being gone for months and end up getting more than he could have dreamed.
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Ten minutes later they both lay side by side on the bed. After they had both used the bathroom they had climbed awkwardly onto the bed. They were both obviously uncomfortable, uncertain of how they should act towards each other now. Xander’s head had gradually come to rest in the soft hollow between Matt’s chest and shoulder.
They talked about everyday things. Matt told him of things that had happened while Xander had been gone. He didn’t ask again where X had been, which both relieved and bothered Xander. After a while they had lapsed into a relaxed silence.
Xander smiled at the absent rubbing of Matt’s hand across the stubble on his scalp. He remembered the feel of his friend’s tongue lapping him in such an unusual way with a delicious shiver.
“Why do you like touching my head so much?” His voice came out as a low growl, the choking from earlier having roughened his voice.
Matt’s hand stopped its distracted stroking as if he were becoming aware that he was doing it at all. After a long pause, he spoke, “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit. Tell me. I want to know.”
Matt sighed, his breath was warm on Xander’s head. “I just—“ He rubbed more roughly than before, then held his hand still, his thumb still absently brushing back and forth. “I like the way it feels, I guess. It’s what defines you. It’s one of the first things people see about you. It’s who you are. Feeling it makes all this more real. It’s like a…” He took a deep breath. “It’s so distinctly male, but it reminds me it’s you…and you like it.”
“Why do you think I like it?” Xander questioned softly, knowing that he had never told anyone that he did like it.
“Cuz you touch your head all the time. You do it when you’re frustrated or pissed off. It must be a very strange feeling, very sensitive. I can’t imagine letting someone touch me in such an private way. But you let me, and like it. You trustin’ me just makes me like it more and want to do it more.”
Xander didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think he had ever heard Matt speak so much at once. To have him explain so simply and accurately exactly why he did like having his damn head touched was quite a shock. It was incredibly difficult to let people touch his head. Very few people did, because it made him feel defenseless somehow. Which was precisely the reason he liked Matt’s fixation with it.
“Lick me again.”
Matt’s hand stilled. “I thought that freaked ya out.”
Xander nodded, his cheek moving against his partner’s chest. He was getting hard just thinking of Matt’s mouth on him again. “You’re the only person that’s ever done it.”
Matt remained still, but Xander could feel and hear that his breathing was becoming heavier. “You want me to do it?” he whispered finally.
Xander smiled, “Yeah. I was shocked an’ extremely turned on.”
Matt’s arm around Xander’s back tightened. The hand on his head pressed him closer as he lifted his head and kissed X’s bare scalp. Then he was licking him, his hot tongue rasping on the stubble.
Xander became so hard that he ached. He rubbed Matt’s well-defined chest, stroking and massaging the muscles. He had to fight the urge to press against the wet heat of Matt’s indecent, and erotic touch. He felt like a cat being stroked and wondered if he was purring.
Suddenly Xander lifted his head with a shudder, unable to take more of the bizarrely arousing feeling. Matt’s parted lips glistened, and were a blood red from rubbing the abrasiveness of his scalp. The desire shining in his friend’s eyes made Xander groan and bring his mouth down hard.
Their mouths locked together. He loved the unmatched intensity of Matt’s kiss. Even the most aggressive woman couldn’t match his vigor, and he thrilled in not needing to control his strength. Matt met him eagerly, giving back with as much force as he got. They were equal.
Minutes passed, their mouths sucking and biting at each other, tongues exploring one another, tangling futilely. Hands roamed and groped without heed to tenderness.
Xander realized with a touch of alarm that he was grinding his erection into the other man’s stomach. Matt groaned as he met the thrusts of X’s hips with his own, their erections sliding side by side between them.
Xander pulled his mouth away gasping for air. He dropped his head beside his friend’s, his face pressing into the pillow. His heart and cock throbbed in unison with feel of Matt’s own thumping heartbeat. Their chests rose and fell rapidly.
“Awwh, damn, Matt,” Xander moaned into the pillow. His body was rigid with the frustrated need that coursed through him. “God, I want you,” he whispered, almost hoping his friend wouldn’t hear his shameful words. “But I don’t want to make you do that.”
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