𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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I took a quick shower. I had some pain in my ass, but it wasn't as bad as I expected. Matt was downstairs preparing the drinks and snacks we purchased for the two of us. Hearing his cheerful whistle warmed my heart. Luckily, we had time to recuperate and even spend some personal time together before the girls returned.

I walked into the kitchen and saw him. He had a divine back. He was facing the counter, I threw down the towel I was holding in my hand to dry my damp hair and walked towards him. He didn't know I was there yet, at least that's what I thought. I wrapped my arms around his broad torso and ran my hands over the hard bundle of muscle surrounding his bare stomach. My palms grazed his skin, which carried the warmth of our forbidden actions half an hour ago.

"I missed you." Matt grumbled in a deep voice as he placed his hands on the counter, "How are you feeling?"

"Stunningly renovated." 

He reached into my arms, wrapped my hands around his torso, and leaned his head back so that the nape of his neck was resting on the crown of my head, while he caressed them and drew small circles on my skin with his fingers.

We stood there for a while. Neither of us said anything. We looked too dazed or wasted to talk. I don't think we need words though. Matt slowly released my grip on his body to turn his face towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed our lower bodies together before leaning down to nuzzle his nose against mine.

"Don't," I warned, giggling, "It tickles. Besides..."

"Besides what?" As his hot breath fell on the edge of my lips, "What is it, Ben?" He whispered.

"The girls will be back any minute," I replied reluctantly, "And all this... It feels like we're a couple."

"You should stop saying that." He stepped back for a moment of silence, lowering his head and locking his eyes on mine. He had a dark but caring expression. "It's clear you think we did something wrong, but I don't like reading it on your face."

"I have no regrets," I said, scratching my head, "It's just that this is all so new to me, Matt."

"I just fucked your ass," he replied with shocking ease, "And call me crazy, but I want to do it again."

I was so embarrassed that I blushed from ear to ear and stammered, "What do you mean?"

"It was a lot of fun," he grinned, "Honestly... If the other guys hanging around knew this was what fucking a guy was like, they wouldn't find it scary either."

"You called me gay the whole time we lived in the same house," I scoffed, "Do I need to remind you of that? You also tied me to a pole and shoved one of your teammates' panties into my mouth."

Thinking of the unpleasant memories brought a grimace to his face, "And I was the one who set you free."

"Wait, was that you?"

"Who else do you think, silly?" He grinned as he playfully pulled me closer to him, "That night was the shittiest night of my life. I immediately regretted what I did, and when I came back you were unconscious. I was so stupid, Ben, maybe I was trying to prove to the team that I didn't have feelings for you, or maybe I thought you were dating Luke. I felt a little bit like... Jealous."

"So you did all this out of a stupid fit of jealousy?" I questioned.

"I know it sounds terrible," he chewed on his lip, "But I'm a different person now. A different man. Because of you."

I continued to blush as I realized what was underneath his words. While we were making love, Matt told me he was in love with me. Maybe we should talk about this because I wasn't sure exactly what he meant. So he did all this with the warmth of fucking a man's ass for the first time in his life or something like that. But if it was real, if Matt was truly in love with me, we could have a serious conversation. Either way, this is really happening.

"I'm so hungry," I said, pushing him, "It's time to carry the dinner into the living room."

We threw ourselves on the soft and fluffy sofas. Snacks were with us. The girls were still together somewhere and didn't call any of us, leading us to assume they were busy having fun or talking. Maybe they were bonding, then, we should leave them alone.

"God, I miss this," Matt said, shoving a piece of sandwich into his mouth, "Spending time with you like this. Doing stupid things, watching movies, or sitting quietly."

"Same," I grinned as I stuffed a huge mouthful into my mouth, "Isn't living in the same house with a woman very different from living with a man?"

"I'm not complaining about living with your sister," he admitted, "But then we're like roommates living in the same house, different than two lovers."

"What did you want to say?" I asked as I took another bite into my stomach.

"We're not having sex," he growled, "Never mind, it wouldn't be right to talk to you about these things."

I put the plate on my lap aside, wiped my mouth and said something I never expected from myself, "Tell me."

He copied my gesture, sent the sandwich into nothingness, and then turned to me with a stern look on his face, "Do you want to talk to me about your sister?"

"Yes I do," I insisted, "It wouldn't be too much considering I let you fuck my ass. Really, aren't you fucking her?"

"I don't," he looked off into the distance as he crossed his arms over his bare, broad chest, "I couldn't even if I wanted to. Because I can't stop thinking about you."

Now is the time. I felt like this was a good time to question what Matt was telling me in bed. "You mean..." I breathed in a frightened voice, "What did you say to me in bed..."

"It was all true," he interrupted. One of his hands came up slightly to rest on my knee, and as his eyes reshaped the features of my face like a hawk, he whispered in a low voice, "I'm in love with you, Ben, and I'm more sure of that than I've ever been sure of anything in my life."

Suddenly, a bright light filtered in from under the glass door leading to the garden, creating some shadows in the living room. I gulped, it was a pair of car headlights. The girls must have taken a taxi on the way home because it was pretty late, but otherwise Matt was sitting next to me, still naked. I don't hate them for interrupting our conversation, but it was definitely unpleasant. Matt wasn't the type of guy who found it cute to talk about his feelings, he only did it on rare occasions and I didn't want him to get lost when I caught him like that.

"You should put on some clothes," I stammered, fidgeting with my fingers on my lap.

"I'm a man too," he grinned and placed one palm on the side of my face, making me shiver. The girls could walk in at any moment, but Matt didn't seem to care, "I think it's okay for them to see us like this."

It got me thinking. It was easy for him because he didn't love my poor sister one bit. But Kate... Oh Kate, I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do with her and I didn't want that to overshadow my feelings for Matt, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't just abandon Kate. She trusted me, she accepted me into her home, her life and her bed. I even met her family. I couldn't give her a real reason to leave. She would blame herself, I know she would. And I've never been a man who freely hurts people without regard for their feelings.

Maybe I was just a coward. I would never intentionally harm Kate. So would I harm myself? Matt and me, us?

Matt's hand fell from my face as the door slammed, losing the warmth of his palm driving me crazy. And we both stood up when a very drunk Kate and Sam walked in.

"Wow," Kate grinned as she looked at the two of us, for some reason she was holding her shoes instead of putting them on, "Look at this, Sam, we leave them alone for a night and they're already bonding like brothers."

That's absolutely true Kate, we've formed a bond, except for one thing, brothers don't fuck like pigs like we just did.

My sister's face turned into horror and then she relaxed as she giggled, "We're going to bed, you can come to bed when boys' night is over." She called out to Matt.

Matt and I looked at each other with guilt. Or maybe it was a look that revealed we wanted to spend the night together on the couch while our girlfriends slept, I'm not sure.