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He doesn’t confront Nick about it in the morning, because the older boy confronts him first, approaching him with a fire in his eyes.
Matt had been sitting alone at his desk when Nick had barged in, making the younger quickly set his controller down and exhale deeply, mentally preparing for what the older boy was going to say.
“How dare you interrupt me like that last night, when I was clearly busy.” Nick scolds angrily, arms folding across his chest whilst his jaw clenches. He’s still pissed, Matt summises, and he’s not really sure where to go from here, having already stayed up all night fretting about how he was going to admit his feelings to him.
He genuinely wasn’t expecting an argument, maybe just a morning of ignoring each other before they both moved on and pretend it never happened.
Matt’s mouth involuntarily gapes, and Nick sneers as he sits down at the edge of Matt's bed.
“Well? You could at least apologise, dumbass.” Nick points out, so Matt straightens his posture and clears his throat.
“I’m sorry Nick, really I am. I was just … worried I think. I didn’t want you to get hurt or anything.” Matt feels so incredibly small as he talks, the intimidating stare Nick gives him only furthering that. This whole conversation is embarrassing, and Matt is inwardly berating himself for letting his jealousy cause this.
“It was just a bit of fun Matt, you’re acting like I was actively trying to sleep with him.” Nick deadpans.
“Would you have slept with him?” Matt asks automatically, but at this point he doesn’t even know if he wants to hear the answer.
“Who knows and who cares. I’m not that easy if that’s what you really think - especially when it comes to strangers. But anyway, it’s my business and my business alone who I choose to f*ck.” Nick fires back, and the aggression he had released in his rant had made him sweat slightly, and huff loudly with every breath he took.
Matt still thought he was stunning.
“I want it to be my business too” Matt murmurs before immediately freezing. Did that really just come from his mouth?
“Say that again, I didn’t hear you.” Nick commands, and Matt knows Nick is not in the mood to be disobeyed.
“I- I just said that I’d maybe want , or should I say I would like it to be my business too.” Matt can feel the burn on his cheeks only intensify, but Nick’s face changes from anger into … recognition?
“Yeah? Made that whole scene because you wanted my attention?” Nick asks, but there’s a different tone in his voice now. It’s almost pitiful, and it makes Matt almost whine at how vulnerable he feels.
He’s moving closer to Matt, pushing himself off of the bed and coming to rest on his knees in front of the chair. Matt stares down at the older boy, wide-eyed and so so lost on what was happening right now. Nick’s face gives nothing away, so Matt can only observe as his hands come up to rest on the younger boy’s thighs.
‘That reminds me,” Nick starts, rubbing his hands up and down the lengths of Matt’s thighs, “I never told you about my first time, did I? Want me to tell you now?”
Matt’s head is completely jumbled at that question, he has no idea how the conversation started with a disagreement, and turned into this. He’s definitely not complaining though.
Matt nods his head quickly when he remembers that he needed to answer, and Nick’s winning smile was enough to make him feel like he had made the right choice. Nick doesn’t move from between his legs though, just starts talking as he stays kneeled in front of the younger.
“It was surprisingly good actually, and you’ll never guess who it was with.” Nick says teasingly, amusem*nt dripping into his words. Matt has no idea, but his heart races at the thought of it being someone he knew, someone they all knew, that after he and Nick had this time together, would hang out with the three of them normally.
“It was that other kid named Matt, y’know the one who Nate introduced us to. We barely spoke, but after I came out, he kept finding excuses for the two of us to be alone. Until one day we were in my room, while you guys were all out, and he just started kissing me, and it all escalated front here.”
And f*ck how did Matt not notice? Him and Chris would come home and see their friend Matt there, chatting away to Nick, but they would think nothing of it, usually just directing him to either of their rooms. He had never considered the boy had been coming around for Nick, and his lack of realisation makes him feel a bit foolish now.
“He pushed me down onto the bed after I undressed and flipped me over. Said he wanted to prepare me. Couldn’t help but moan at every little touch he gave me.” Nick recounts, biting his lip as he pauses to really absorb himself in the memory.
Matt feels the envy bubbling up again though, and decides that he doesn’t want Nick too invested in this memory. He needs him to focus on his brother in front of him, instead of this boy with the same namesake.
“You love that though, don’t you? Being manhandled?” Matt asks cautiously, and is quietly pleased when he sees Nick’s glazed over eyes come to focus on him again, feels like he can breathe a little easier now that he knows that Nick knows that he’s right there.
“Oh I loved it. He had such big strong hands, and it was almost p*rnographic just watching him pour lube over them. I was so f*cking excited to have them inside me. And god was it worth the wait. They went so deep inside me that I felt my vision start to blur, purely because of how turned on I was.”
And oh, isn’t that a beautiful image. Nick’s moans as the digits sink into him, filling him up wholly whilst tears prick at the corner of his eyes, probably shaking because of the waves of arousal that pushed through him.
“And then he lined himself up, and oh my f*cking god, the stretch was unbelievable. I had never felt anything like it, not even when I had done stuff to myself, and I just couldn’t believe how much I liked it. You should have heard the whimpers I was letting out.”
Matt’s hanging onto every word at that point, can almost hear the whines that Nick would have let out at that first intrusion. He could tell from before that Nick liked it rough, and on the cusp of painful, but didn’t think his older brother, his Nick, would cry like a whor* as soon as he got a co*ck inside of him.
“I told him to give me his worst, and I’m so grateful he actually listened. He f*cked me like that, on all fours, and our moans were almost deafening because of how good it felt. There was a point where I couldn’t even form proper sentences, all I could say were ‘yes Matt right there’ or ‘f*ck Matt you do it so good’.”
Nick knows exactly what he’s doing when he imitates his past moans, all breathy and high-pitched moans of specifically Matt’s name. He’s playing f*cking dirty this time around, and he’s knows - he must know - how much Matt was becoming absolute putty in his hands the more he spoke.
“He begged me to ride him at one point, wanted to try and give up control, he knew I would look after him. And I definitely did. I got on top of him, and I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop bouncing and rolling my hips on him until we were both so close. I went so hard a couple times that he slipped out, but I was quick, and everytime I guided him back in with my hands he would make some of the loudest moans I’ve ever heard.”
And with that new piece of information, something new happens. Something that was unchartered territory for the two of them.
Matt watches - frozen in place- as Nick pulls his sweats down just barely, doing the same to his boxers, until he can comfortably pull his co*ck out. It’s embarrassingly hard and leaking steadily but before he can spit out an apology the breath in his lungs is stolen when Nick wraps a hand around him.
“Oh god did my thighs burn, hauling myself up like that over and over again. But the friction against my hole was so f*cking addictive, and I could control everything properly, make sure his co*ck was going right into my sweet spot everytime I took the whole thing in.”
Nick starts stroking Matt rhythmically, he assumes to mimic the timing of the thrusts he was experiencing. It’s fast but not ridiculously fast, and Matt can picture Nick’s strained face as he tires himself out, only to morph into one of undescribed pleasure when his prostate gets the contact, eyes rolled back and mouth wide open.
“The whole thing felt too long and not long enough, and even though I was so f*cking tired towards the end I could have carried on, would have found the energy for it. I felt insatiable, and as soon as he finished inside of me I wanted another round, I wasn't ready to let the roughness and the pleasure finish.”
Nick palms the tip as his other hand continues stroking the base faster, fingers circling the skin of his balls too. He wants Matt to cum at the same time as he does in the story, Matt’s pretty sure, but doesn’t know whether he should mention how close he is anyway, might not even be able to hold himself back like Nick did. The feeling of Nick’ soft, precum-slick hands all over his raw co*ck was genuinely heavenly.
“I just kept going though, even after he came, chasing my own climax. He was too tired to change the position and f*ck me into the mattress - like I really wanted him too - so I had to settle for f*cking myself down onto his co*ck, stroking myself at the same time to actually push myself over the edge. I could see tears in his eyes, I’ll be honest, probably too sensitive when I kept going. But I was being selfish, and I had to cum,” Nick tapers off, and looks into Matt’s closing eyes as he spits right onto the head of Matt’s co*ck.
He spreads it around the tip, and Matt’s sure he can feel it pulsing. He’s right there, just a few more strokes, the pangs of arousal in his stomach only growing in frequency. He can’t stop the breathy moans that come out of his mouth, but Nick looks so happy when he hears them, so he doesn’t try to stop them.
“You wouldn’t do that Matty, would you? You’d pound me into the bed whenever I needed it, right?” Nick asks innocently, but those words are more than enough, and Matt spurts cum all over Nick’s hands and his own boxers, a long, guttural moan filling up the room.
He knows he would, knows that he couldn’t resist Nick begging him for rough, hard sex, where Nick is getting destroyed but is still the one calling the shots. It’s such a new dynamic that the thought alone could almost make Matt hard again, but he came so much that he knows he needs time, his body suddenly feeling completely weighted into the chair.
He’s normally dominant in bed, all of the girls he’d been with had been more than happy to just lie there and take it. And yet, hearing about how Nick took over, and how he practically used the other boy to get to his release, had just given him the best org*sm of his entire life.
Maybe he wasn’t as dominant as he thought.
If there was one thing he did find out though, it was that he wanted to - no - needed to f*ck Nick hard and proper, and let Nick take care of him like that again.
And so, with a sudden bout of confidence, Matt lets his eyes fall onto Nick.
“I guess you’ll have to find out.”
