Rumors About You and Me

For people who are confused about Matt, I’m actually happy. While the story is in third person, it is told through an unreliable narrator, Brandon, instead of omniscient. So I’m glad you feel Brandon’s confusion.

Rumors About You and Me: Chapter 5

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Sunday afternoon, the doorbell rang at Brandon’s house. He was surprised to see Matt standing in the doorway. Matt was shuffling his feet and smiling a little.

“Hey, what’s up?” Brandon greeted and moved to let him in the house.

“Hey, I just stopped by to see if you wanted to watch a movie.” Matt was holding a DVD awkwardly in front of him, almost as if it was an excuse to come in.

“Oh, so you weren’t worried about me and checking in?” Brandon joked.

“Well, maybe a little. You didn’t look so hot yesterday.”

Brandon pushed him a little. “Not hot? Great, giving me self-esteem issues now.”

Matt chuckled. “You know you’re hot baby.”

“I like it better when you tell me,” Brandon replied sassily. “Come on, lets watch the movie.”

Brandon popped the DVD in the player and settled on the couch with Matt.

It was about a half an hour through when Matt started doing that looking at him more than the movie thing.

He faced Matt straight on. “Hey.”

Matt turned back to the movie.

“Why do you keep watching me more than the movie?”

Matt was blushing. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.

Brandon moved closer, fingertips on Matt’s chin, turning Matt‘s face towards his. “Matt…”

Matt cut him off by bringing his mouth down to Brandon’s. It was similar to the night of the party, but better. Matt was getting really good at kissing. He was a lot more confident, moving with purpose.

And Matt’s tongue.

Usually Brandon wasn’t a fan of a lot of tongue during kisses, most guys using too much and being sloppy, but Matt used just the right amount and movement. He flicked his tongue against Brandon’s lower lip before sliding it into his mouth.

Now he was doing this fluttery thing that was fucking awesome.

Brandon moaned as he leaned back into the couch, pulling Matt down on top of him. Brandon parted his legs and cradled Matt between his thighs. He arched his hips upwards and that’s when he felt it.

Matt was hard against him.

Matt seemed to realize that fact at the same moment Brandon did and began to squirm to get away.

Brandon grabbed onto his belt loops and held him in place.

“Don’t go away,” he whispered huskily. “Feels good.” He brushed his fingers lower, over Matt’s denim covered crotch. Matt flinched a little at the contact, but didn’t otherwise move from his position over Brandon.

Brandon looked up into Matt’s eyes. Those green eyes were wide and focused completely on him. His lower lip was between his teeth and he looked nervous.

Brandon ran a hand up Matt’s chest then down his back in, what he hoped, was a comforting gesture.

He rotated his hips against Matt’s and was rewarded with hearing Matt groan softly. He slid a hand behind Matt’s head, running through the soft, short hair there. Then he gently guided Matt’s mouth back down to his.

They continued to kiss, Brandon carding his hands through Matt’s hair. Matt relaxed against him, his body settling against his. Brandon felt Matt’s hips jerk against his then still, the tension returning to his body.

Pecking Matt’s lips quick and short a couple times, he pulled back. “Matt, it’s okay to move.” he pressed a kiss to Matt’s jaw. “I like it, trust me.”

Apparently that was all the encouragement that Matt needed.

Soon they were grinding against each other, finding a rhythm that was on the way to making them both satisfied.

Brandon couldn’t believe how good it felt. He didn’t even have his clothes off, knew neither one of them was going to get their clothes off, and it was shaping up to be the best orgasm of his life. As corny as it sounded, they just seemed to be in tune with each other.

Matt was really getting into it. The way Matt was thrusting his hips, it was giving him a pretty good idea of how it would be if Matt fucked him, and he found himself very intrigued by the idea. And incredibly turned on. And thinking that it was the best idea ever.

Their movements increased, Brandon whimpering against Matt’s mouth as he reached his orgasm. He felt Matt tense and still against him, before relaxing, until he was almost limply resting on top of Brandon.

Brandon nuzzled into Matt’s neck. “I guess I didn’t lie.”

“Hmmm? About what?”

“You can make me cum harder than Dylan ever did.”

Matt’s face turned completely crimson.

“How can you blush after what we just did?” Brandon laughed.

“Oh God,” Matt muttered as he began to move off of Brandon.

“Where are you going?”

“Ummmm…” Matt looked embarrassed and out of place.

Oh no, Brandon hoped there wouldn’t be a big gay freak out now.

Now that they’d done more than kiss, Brandon felt himself wanting more. He wanted it all. And he hoped Matt wasn’t going to have a massive sexual identity crisis.

“I’m sorry,” Matt whispered.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I didn’t mean to…” Matt trailed off, looking away.

Brandon felt his heart drop. He knew this part. This was where Matt said he didn’t really like guys that way and that this was a one time thing. That Brandon intrigued him and he was only curious about what was so good about being with another guy.

“Oh. It’s okay,” Brandon cut him off before he could continue. “Hey, do you want to borrow some sweatpants? I was just going up to change.” Brandon attempted to keep his voice as even and normal as possible.

Matt seemed surprised. “Ummm…yeah that would be great. Didn’t you want to talk about…”

“Oh no,” Brandon replied quickly. “No. It’s fine. I’ll go get the pants.” Brandon made his escape.

After they changed, they settled on the couch and watched the rest of the movie in a surprising silence.

Their goodbye was awkward as well, Matt shuffling his feet and not meeting his eyes.

“See you tomorrow?” Brandon’s voice was smaller and a little shakier than he wanted it.

Matt glanced at him. “Yeah, see you at lunch.” And with that he was out the door.

Brandon sighed, he really needed to talk with Tyler.

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Brandon was sitting on Tyler’s bed as he recounted what had occurred that afternoon. Tyler didn’t appear very surprised by Brandon’s news.

“Ummmm just ask him out,” was Tyler’s response.

“Are you serious? He basically said that it was a whim thing.”

“Did he actually say that? Come on Brandon. It’s so obvious he likes you. Just tell him you want him to be your boyfriend.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy. I don’t think he wants that from me.”

“Well, you don’t know unless you grow a pair and actually ask him,” Tyler shoved his shoulder.

Brandon sighed. Whenever he talked to Tyler about a problem or something he wanted, Tyler made everything seem so simple, like Brandon should be able to do anything he wanted. That kind of positive faith was a good quality in a friend, but after talking to Tyler, Brandon always felt as if he didn’t take enough risks in life.

“Seriously Brandon, you really should say something. You really like Matt don’t you?”

“I…only platonically at first, but now, I kind of do,” Brandon admitted.

Tyler grinned at him. “Admitting it is the first step. I’m happy for you. Matt is a really good guy. For once you actually like a good guy.”

“You’re really excited about this. I think you’re more excited than I am,” Brandon teased.

“Well, I just want to see my not-sexual-life-mate happy.”

Brandon laughed.

Tyler slung an arm around Brandon’s shoulder. “You, talk to Matt tomorrow. Now, we play videogames.”

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If Brandon was jittery during school after merely kissing Matt, he was practically having an anxiety attack after that weekend. He couldn’t focus on any of his classes. His attention span was less than 30 seconds. He just kept worrying about Matt, about how Matt would act towards him, how he should act towards Matt, how he wanted to act towards Matt.

Lunchtime was a moment that he was anticipating, and dreading at the same time.

He arrived at the table, drumming his fingers nervously next to his lunch. He stopped and practically froze when he spotted Matt in the crowd heading toward him.

Matt seemed normal enough, despite a crimson blush staining his cheeks.

“Hey Brandon, how’s it going.” Matt’s gaze was nervously darting to Brandon, then away.

“I’m good. Umm…Come to my house after school?” Brandon blurted out, before he lost his nerve.

Matt appeared a bit surprised, but answered, “Sure, that would be…ummm…awesome,” he ran a hand nervously through his hair.

“Okay, awesome,” Brandon attempted to grin, but knew he must look strained.

Tyler interrupted their moment. “Hey you two, what’s shaking?”

Amanda was right behind him.

They settled into their seats and relaxed, or tried to relax in their lunch period.

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Ummm…more confusion maybe? I hope you enjoy! Thanks!