Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He played for the man he was now, who felt like the biggest fraud on Earth. Who smiled for the cameras when he hated what they showed him.
Himself.
He knew Oliver was watching him before he moved closer, knew he was there before he spoke. Slowed his fingers on the keys just as his friend said, “There you are.”
“You knew where I was,” he replied, and then, “sorry if I woke you.”
“That’s not what I meant. Earlier, during your shoot you had your walls so fucking high around you, I couldn’t see you. I looked for you, even afterward but you had your mask firmly in place. You do most of the time, don’t you, Matty? You’re always fucking wearing it but not when you play. That’s the only time you’re really you.”
“I’m not sure if I’m even me then,” he answered honestly because how could it truly be who he was if he didn’t believe in it? As real as it felt, it also seemed like it was distanced from him, not attached.
He turned around on the bench, wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist and pulled him closer. Rubbed his face against Oliver’s abs, feeling the hairs of the trail that led down to his underwear against his cheek.
Oliver’s hands went into his hair, his fingers knotted in it, as he held Matt close.
All he could think about in that moment was how much he needed Oliver. He shouldn’t, but that was the truth of them. He’d always needed Oliver.
Matt kissed his stomach, brushed his lips in a path toward the edge of his underwear.
“Matty…” Oliver’s voice was rough…greedy…hungry, but Matt also knew what he would say next. Knew he would try to talk and he couldn’t talk right now.
“Please. Christ, I want you so fucking much.” When he heard the low growl that started in Oliver’s gut push past his lips, Matt slid his hands into the back of Oliver’s underwear. He eased them down and wrapped his mouth around the head of Oliver’s swollen erection the second it burst free.
He was already leaking and Matt lapped at the pre-come before sucking him again. Oliver’s hand in his hair tightened, giving him a sharp sting that just ratcheted him up even more.
“Jesus, Matty, you make me so fucking wild. Like I could live off nothing but you.”
Matt kissed his way down to Oliver’s sac, sucked one of his heavy balls into his mouth, loving the feel of the rough hair there against his face. “Me too,” he admitted. “Christ, me too.”
Oliver jerked him to his feet. With rough, greedy hands he pulled at Matt’s sweats. Loving every second of it, of this demanding, starving Oliver, he wanted nothing more than him.
Matt took over for Oliver, pulling off his own sweats as Oliver made work of his underwear. Then the other man was pushing the bench out of the way, backing Matt up against the piano until his ass hit the keys.
“I’ve always wanted to take you right here on this piano. I used to jerk off thinking about it every fucking day, bending you over it and owning your ass.”
“Oh, fuck.” Matt’s cock twitched against his stomach, liking the idea of that very fucking much.
Oliver lifted him, set him down on the keys. His mouth came down hard on Matt’s just as Matt wrapped his legs around Oliver’s waist.
The kiss was filled with years of want, years of need, years of denial.
Each time they moved, another sound came out of the piano—rough, random notes.
Oliver thrust against him, rubbing their erections together as he continued to devour Matt’s mouth.
It wasn’t long before he licked a trail down Matt’s neck, sucked the skin of his throat as Matt arched toward him.
His balls felt like they were on fire with the need to let loose.
“Fuck me, Ollie. Please. I need your cock in my ass so bad I can’t breathe.”
Oliver pulled away, reached for something and then stopped, as though he forgot where they were. “Shit. I need a condom. Don’t move. I want you right here when I get back.”
He tried to walk away but Matt grabbed ahold of him. “I’ve never gone raw with anyone…” There was a brilliant explosion of desire in Oliver’s eyes before Matt continued. “Not even Parker. Because we played we always used condoms with each other and with anyone else. I get checked regularly too.”
The brightness in his eyes dimmed then, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Go get one. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Shut up, Matty. Just shut up. Don’t fool yourself into believing I don’t want to be raw inside of you. I’ve never done that either, and I’ve been checked too. I just hate the fact that he had you…all those fucking years he had you, and he shared you. If you were mine, I’d burn the fucking world down before I let anyone else touch you.”