Forbidden Feast

Ch. 23: You're mine.

Jace had never smiled wider, threatening Mathew with his arsenal of dimples. Jace grabbed Mathew's hand and dragged him down the smallest hallway in the world. Jace pushed open a door, leading Mathew inside. Mathew's eyes grew as big as his curiosity. The books with broken spines on the shelf, the scuffed desk with a shelf of papers, used notebooks, and binders falling apart. His bedspread pilling at one corner. Mismatching pillow covers. An old soccer ball in the corner next to muddy shoes.

Jace made good use of everything he owned. If Mathew had to guess, he never got rid of anything.

And the smell. Jace's smell was everywhere, and it made Mathew's heart race.

"Mathew," Jace said his name like he was asking for a drink of water in the desert, like he was the answer to the most important question in the world. Jace grabbed Mathew's face and pulled him into a kiss. Mathew's knees went weak, giving in to the force of the kiss. It's deepness until his back found the door. Jace slipped his arm behind Mathew, making Mathew arch and press their bodies together. Mathew laid his arms over Jace's shoulders. He grabbed at Jace's shirt, pulling it up, and Jace broke the kiss to throw the unnecessary fabric over his head. He helped Mathew shed his and pressed his wrist to the door. Jace's lips found Mathew's neck, sucking the skin, and making Mathew hiss the way it felt good to press on a bruise. His heart fluttered in a panic.

"No biting," he reminded Jace, breathlessly.

Jace nodded against Mathew's skin. "No biting," he said, grabbing the back of Mathew's legs and hiking him up. Mathew gasped, his hips rolling against Jace's stomach. He craned his neck, curling into Jace and kissing him, over and over, the sound filling the empty house.

Jace walked over to the bed, letting Mathew go. Mathew bounced against the mattress, picking himself up as his eyes didn't know where to look as Jace kicked off his shoes. Amazing. He couldn't get over it. Someone this beautiful was interested in him. This was someone he could touch, to kiss. Mathew never thought he'd ever get the chance.

And it was Jace.

Better than winning the lottery.

Mathew sat up, grabbing Jace's arm to pull him back on top of Mathew. Always reliable, Jace didn't miss a beat. Mathew wanted him near, and Jace couldn't be closer even if he tried. Jace nestling between Mathew's legs, their bodies sliding against each other, soft skin on skin. Jace's body was so warm, like a sun that wouldn't burn Mathew. He imagined lying in the ocean on his back and sinking into the warm pool of water.

"You," Mathew said in-between kisses and tasting Jace's mouth like a potion to forget the world around him. "You feel so good. You're so warm."

Mathew could feel Jace's lips turn into a smile. His hands slipped behind Mathew, pulling him closer as he buried his face into Mathew's neck and kissed the sensitive patches there as Mathew let out a thrilled laugh. Jace wrapped his legs around Mathew, and they became entangled, ending and beginning, and becoming stuck around each other. Mathew pushed just enough to roll Jace onto his back and Jace didn't fight it, running his hands down Mathew's back until he could squeeze Mathew's ass, pulling him and rubbing against him. Their pants were fighting a losing war. Mathew was so hard his jean button might pop off. He shuddered at the friction, squirming to get his hands on more. He wanted to dig into this pleasure, scrap out as much as he could get his hands on.

Mathew swallowed nervously, glancing down at Jace's cock poking him. "Do you want a blow job?" His voice was so quiet. He was too shy to be heard.

Jace cocked his head, eyebrows flying up in a surprised delight. "Have you ever given one?"

"No," Mathew admitted, his face prickling from his furious blush. "But..." Mathew wanted to say he wanted Jace to feel good. He wanted Jace to enjoy having sex with him so much he'd never think about any other person ever again.