Woodbridge Academy

Ch.11

"I guess." I muttered.

"Stop procrastinating. Go."

"Fine." I sighed. "But if this blows up in my face, I'm holding you accountable."

"It won't blow up, I promise." He grinned. "Seriously. Stop avoiding it. Go!"

"So bossy." I laughed, but shoved my phone back in my pocket and left the room. When I found myself in front of Matt's door for the second time this evening, I hesitated. If I wanted out, this was my chance. I could walk away and nothing would come from any of this. It would just be some crazy adventure I had as a kid. No one but Josh would know any different. I took all of two steps backwards when I realized this WAS what I wanted. How many times did I have to question myself before I believed it was true? I stepped forward again and knocked on the door.

When Matt opened the door this time, I felt terrible. He looked haunted. That's the only way I could think to describe it. His eyes brightened somewhat when he saw it was me. "You came back." He stated softly.

"I did." I returned with a gulp.

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for what I said, Jason. I didn't mean it."

"Can I come in?" I asked him. He nodded and let me in, shutting the door behind me. "I know you didn't mean it. Josh told me about the posting online. You knew about it, didn't you?" He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I got a text from my dad with the link and he was pissed, and said he was going to come by tomorrow night to discuss how I can help with damage control. I freaked out. Even the most harmless of things in my life becomes an issue. I can't even go to dinner now? I'm surprised you haven't run for the hills on your own yet. I'm a mess."

"I'm not going anywhere." I told him gently, stepping closer to him. He took a step back but bumped into the wall.

"Why not?" He whispered, the vulnerability seeping into his voice, tugging at my heart strings.

"Because I want you." I whispered back.

"Why?" The pain in his voice was evident, and I couldn't take it.

"Because you're funny." I told him, kissing the left side of his neck. He let out a breath that chilled me. "You're kind." I added as I moved to the right side. "You're sexy." I whispered as I moved my mouth over the notch at the top of his sternum, before planting a peck on his mouth. "And I want you in all the different ways you can imagine." I told him. He was practically quivering under my touch. "Relax." I ordered him.

"Trying." He whispered back, the vulnerability from before replaced with lust. I took advantage of it and slid down to my knees, ready to make good on my attempt to blow him earlier. He was still only dressed in his boxers, but the bulge between his legs was apparent as I settled in between his legs. I planted a soft kiss against the bulge before pulling his boxers down his legs. Once he stepped out of them, I paid attention to his hard dick in front of me. I had never considered anyone's dick to be anything special, but Matt's was absolutely beautiful. It was big and hard, just like him, perfectly shaped, and dripping with the tiniest amount of precum. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and gave his head a firm lick, wiping away the salty fluid. He shuddered beneath me, so I placed one hand on his hip so we could maintain a connection while my other hand gripped his cock and slowly started to stroke him up and down. I tore my eyes away from his dick and looked up at him. He was staring down at me, pupils dilated, and his lips were slightly parted as he panted. I slowed my strokes down, but moved my mouth over him without breaking our stare. His eyes closed as I sucked gently on his head, tasting the salty and musky skin in my mouth. "Jay." He whispered, but his eyes were still squeezed shut. "You don't have to."