Rumors About You and Me

Now’s the point where I always feel like I get stuck, after they admit they’re attracted. I think I have more fun with the uncertainty than the established. So I hope this lives up to the previous chapters!



Rumors About You and Me: Chapter 8



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The next few days passed in a relatively happy blur for Brandon. He was settled with the idea of having Matt as a boyfriend, and he thought that Matt was pretty comfortable with the idea as well. It made him happy. Matt made him really happy. They hadn’t hung out besides being at school, but whenever they had a chance to talk, Brandon just felt the warm fuzziness of being totally in like with someone.



He was falling though. Pretty fast, from like to another l word.



It kind of scared him. He had thought that he’d been in love before, with Dylan, but that had turned out to be completely false. He felt that he had been so young, naïve, delusional, anything that describes being wrong.



He didn’t want it to be wrong this time.



He liked Matt way too much for that. Matt was so sweet and caring. Matt was just a good guy. He wasn’t complicated or troubled. He was normal and steady and totally together, well besides his occasional insecurities, but Brandon thought he was helping him get over that.



Brandon kept thinking about touching Matt. He wanted to be able to explore his boyfriend’s body and have the same in return. He really had a hunch that Matt was going to be one hell of a top. He was shy, but whenever he touched Brandon, no matter how gently, there was a hint of possessiveness that said “mine.” When they were at lunch, Matt had developed the habit of putting his hand on Brandon’s thigh, grounding him, but also saying “I’m touching you, and I’m the only one who is.”



And Brandon wanted Matt to touch him more.



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After school, Brandon went to the library to find Matt. He hoped that Matt would have some free time to stop by his house. With swim practices starting up, his tutoring sessions, and student council meetings, Matt wasn’t often free right after school.



He looked through the window and saw Ben with Matt…again.



Their heads were tilted towards one another as they spoke. Ben was sitting next to Matt, so close. Ben’s hand was on Matt’s arm and it appeared that he was pulling Matt even closer.



He marched through the doors just in time to see Ben and Matt’s mouths meeting.



“What the fuck! Get off of my boyfriend!” Brandon grabbed Ben and shoved him as hard as he could.



Ben had that smug smirk on his face. “Oh, hi Brandon.”



Matt wasn’t meeting his gaze and his face was turning red.



“Ben, get the fuck out of here!”



Ben listened, and backed off, but he still had that satisfied expression on his face.



Brandon moved to Matt. “What was that?” His voice came out as a harsh whisper. “I told you that he wanted you. Did you just not believe me? Did you want to kiss him? Maybe to see what you were missing?” Words were tumbling out of Brandon’s mouth, his hurt feelings and insecurity coming out of his mouth.



Matt was just sitting there, his eyes wide and his mouth open. “Brandon…”



“You know what, I can’t do this right now,” Brandon bit back a sob and blinked back tears as he quickly moved out of the library.



He just needed to be away, away as fast as he could. He didn’t want to hear what Matt had to say. After seeing that, being reminded of all he had went through in the past with Dylan, he hadn’t wanted to repeat that ever.



He knew in his heart that Matt wasn’t like Dylan, but after seeing Ben practically on top of him…it just hurt.



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Brandon was curled on his couch. A movie was playing, but Brandon wasn’t paying attention to it. He just felt like wallowing, his head buried in a pillow.



A knock in the door interrupted his wallowing.



“GO AWAY” He yelled.



He heard the doorknob turn and someone walk in.



Oh.



Way for him to forget to lock the door.



Watch it be some crazed psycho just waltzing into his house.



He heard footsteps approach and the couch dip from the added weight of another person. A hand ran down his back.



“Brandon?”



It was Matt.



That made Brandon feel warmer inside, that his boyfriend came after him.



“Are you listening? Just say something so I know you’re listening to me please?” Matt asked.



“Yeah,” Brandon mumbled against the pillow he was clutching.



“I didn’t want to kiss Ben. I-I know you warned me about him. I thought he was just being nice and joking. I didn’t think he was going to kiss me for real.” Matt stroked the back of Brandon’s neck. “You should know that the only person I want to kiss is you.”



Brandon rolled to face Matt. He knew his eyes were probably red and he must look pretty terrible. “Really?”



Matt ran his thumb down Brandon’s cheek. “Of course.” His finger brushed over Brandon’s lower lip. “You have the best lips for kissing.” He was blushing as he gave the compliment.



“So I was a better kisser?” Brandon tried to brush off his insecurities with a joke.



“Yeah,” Matt’s voice was lower as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against Brandon’s.



Brandon sighed a little as Matt settled on top of him. It was a slow slide of lips against lips, Matt’s hand cupping Brandon’s chin. It was a leisurely building of pleasure.



It was pretty fantastic.



Brandon ran his hands down Matt’s shoulders, feeling the play of his muscles beneath his fingers. This was what Brandon wanted. He wanted to feel close to Matt to know that Matt wanted him and thought that he was desirable.



Brandon parted his legs wider, so that Matt was resting more firmly against him. Matt moaned at the movement and eagerly pressed into him with his hips. Matt then moved to kiss at Brandon’s neck, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive area.



“Fuck Matt,” Brandon whimpered as Matt sucked at his pulse point. He wondered if Matt was intentionally trying to give him a hickey, or if he was just caught up in the moment.



He slide his hands beneath Matt’s shirt, raking his fingertips along the smooth skin of Matt’s back. The feeling of skin on skin contact made the unhurried kindling fire turn into a raging bonfire. Brandon wanted Matt’s clothes off. Now. He slid the bunched fabric of Matt’s shirt up to his armpits before breaking the contact of Matt’s mouth on his skin.



“Can we take these off?” He asked.



“Can we go to your room?” Matt appeared a little apprehensive, looking around the open space of the living room.



“Yeah,” Brandon pecked his lips quickly. “My mom won’t be home for a couple hours,” He reassured him.



Matt nodded. “Okay.”



Internally Brandon was jumping for joy. He was getting the possibility of acting out some of his recent fantasies.



He also was excited that Matt was trusting him so much, that he would want to bare himself to him and wish to experience this with him.



Brandon laid out on his bed and watched as Matt’s shirt went up and over his head. Matt dropped the shirt then paused in his disrobing.



“Are you going to take yours off too?” he asked.



“Uh huh,” Brandon answered affirmatively. “I just wanted to watch you first.”



Matt’s cheeks pinked and he swallowed hard. “Okay.”



His hands went to the closure on his jeans, undoing and sliding them down his legs. He was wearing black boxer briefs that were tight enough to reveal the outline of his hard cock. Brandon was eager to see that part of Matt’s anatomy in the flesh, no pun intended. He had remembered how warm and smooth he had felt in his hand and was anticipating seeing it up close and personal.



Matt’s eyes darted to Brandon’s face quickly before his boxers followed his pants on the floor. Brandon couldn’t hold back an appreciative moan at the sight before him. Matt was blushing, but his body language was fairly confident, standing tall in front of him.



“Damn honey,” Brandon murmured. “I’m one lucky guy.”



Matt smiled shyly at him. “Yeah?” He moved to the edge of the bed. “Can I see how lucky I am?” He ran his fingers along the bottom of Brandon’s shirt.



“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Brandon grinned as he tugged his shirt over his head. His pants and underwear came down in one motion, quickly.



The “Oh,” that Matt voiced was soft and a little bit breathy. His eyes were raking over Brandon’s body. He tentatively ran his hand down the center of Brandon’s chest. “What…um…what would you like to do?” Matt asked, his voice was husky and slightly nervous sounding.



Brandon didn’t answer in words. He slid to the edge of the bed and curled his hand around Matt’s erection. He stroked him with a slow, firm motion that made Mat moan. He couldn’t resist, with temptation inches away, he just had to lower his mouth to the beautiful penis in front of him. Matt let out a whimper as Brandon’s tongue licked up the length then lapped at the tip.



“Oh Brandon,” Matt’s voice was rough and his eyes were trained on Brandon’s mouth. His hand went to Brandon’s cheek, then to graze his mouth, where it was currently wrapped around Matt’s erection.



Matt looked so transfixed by the sight of what was happening, Brandon couldn’t help chuckling around his mouthful. That caused Matt to groan at the sensation.



“Brandon, you have the prettiest mouth ever. I would love if you did this everyday. God baby, this is so awesome. Your mouth feels so good, I‘ve never felt so good…”



Who knew that Matt was a talker when he was close to cumming?



Brandon tightened his lips around Matt and sucked harder and faster. He rode out the bucking of Matt’s hips, grasping the base of Matt’s dick pumping, while he focused attention on the head. It took a few more good sucks and Matt was cumming in Brandon’s mouth.



“Oh! Oh! Brandon! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Matt tried to pull out of Brandon’s mouth, but Brandon kept a firm grip on his hip, swallowing, then gently licking what he missed.



“Delicious,” he whispered with a smile as he pulled away.



Matt looked shocked. “It was okay that I…in your mouth?”



Brandon laughed. “Yeah. That was part of the point honey. Did you like it?”



“Obviously! That was seriously awesome, the best thing ever.” Matt examined Brandon. “Umm…you’re still…did you want…?” he was blushing again as he gestured towards Brandon’s erection.



“Yeah,” Brandon smiled encouragingly. “That would be awesome.”



“What do you want?” Matt asked.



“Whatever you’re comfortable with. You can just jerk me.”



“Okay,” Matt whispered as he reached towards Brandon’s body. His hand cupped Brandon’s dick and he held back a moan. “It’s so warm.” Matt stroked experimentally. “It’s different than mine.” He was looking at Brandon as if he was some sort of mystery that he had just discovered.



“Mmmmm…That’s good honey,” Brandon encouraged, and it was.



Brandon was already pretty keyed up from giving Matt head, he always had enjoyed giving oral sex, so he was pretty close when Matt started touching him. Matt seemed curious, exploring the entire surface area of his cock.



He ran his hands down Brandon’s inner thighs, causing Brandon’s legs to instinctively part more. With a more experienced lover, he knew that would be when he would get some ass play, he was clearly giving an invitation, but he knew that Matt wasn’t quite ready for that, he probably didn‘t even know that Brandon wanted it. But he did. It made Brandon want it bad.



“Oh fuck,” Brandon muttered, arching his back, his thoughts combined with Matt’s hands on him was putting him over the edge.



Even though he was inexperienced, it seemed that Matt could tell that Brandon was close. He sped up his motions on Brandon’s dick.



Brandon came with a moan, his head thrown back. He settled in the bed, curled with Matt, incredibly content.



“Was that okay?” Matt asked.



“Mmmm hmmm…”Brandon made an affirmative moan. He nestled into Matt’s chest drifting into sleep.



At the edge of consciousness, he thought he heard Matt whisper:



“I love you.”



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Ummmm it turned into porn. Haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks!