“I know you’re messing around. But who the hell else is gonna hold me down? I gotta be out my mind to think it’s gonna work this time. A part of me wants to leave, but the other side still believes. And it kills me to know how much I love you. So much I wanna ooh, ooh, ooh. To you, ooh, ooh.”- Melanie Fiona (It Kills Me)
September 2027
The silence between Noah and Matthew was deafening. There they stood in the middle of a busy airport, but all you could hear was silence. They had drowned the rest of the world out. The connection they shared allowed them to speak without using words. Loving someone with every fiber of your being through time and space has its advantages. One of them was that they could freely express themselves to one another through their eyes.
Noah’s eyes asked, “How many more times after that?”
“Only twice more,” Matthew answered with his eyes.
A single tear rolled down Matthew’s right cheek. He quickly wiped it. They had lived through this hurt and pain once, but Noah had repressed the memories. As far as he was concerned, the affair was a stain from his past that bared no revisits.
“Monty, please,” Matthew’s voice broke.
Noah held his hand up. It was a clear message. He wanted silence from Matthew. There had been too many broken promises, scandals, and acts of betrayal. They had both caused the other more pain than they cared to admit. For Noah, there was truly one question that he needed answered. When do you finally give up and accept that two people aren’t meant to be?
“I can still remember the first day I met you.” Noah chuckled as he reflected on their first encounter. “I was swept up in your beauty and charm. You were the jock, and I was the lonely nerd with no friends. You made me feel safe and comfortable around you. You were my entire world. You were so sweet and innocent. I’ve told this story before about how I felt. Whenever we’d have a fight or fuck up, I’d think about that day, and it’d help me forgive and move forward. For the first time ever, I think about that day, and all I feel is regret. FOR. EVER. HAVING. SAT. NEXT. TO. YOU!” Those final words spewed out of Noah’s mouth like venom.
Matthew’s heart broke as the words Noah spoke sank into the depths of his soul. He reached out and took hold of Noah’s hand. He intertwined their fingers together. Matthew wanted him to feel the warm blood running through his veins. He would bleed, give, live, and die for Noah. In his heart, he felt they were created for one another.
“Noah, just feel me, baby. Feel the warmth of my skin, the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs. You are my life. My purpose is to love you unconditionally in and out of time. I committed this travesty. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Don’t leave me again. Let me fix this. Please,” he pleaded on deaf ears.
Noah replied as he pulled his hand away, “You can’t fix what’s already broken. We are broken, Matthew. I still remember how you acted when you came home the next morning and the day after. I knew you’d fucked someone else. I just had no idea it was someone so important to my life.”
New Year’s Day 2015
Matthew slowly crept into the house, careful not to make a sound. He took in the scene. The house should have been in disarray, but he found a clean home. It looked as if no one had partied. Noah stepped out of the dining area, holding a large black trash bag in both hands.
Matthew froze in fear and shame. Noah stopped and briefly looked his boyfriend over. The smell of regret filled Noah’s nostrils. Matthew diverted his eyes and slightly turned his head to the right. It was small, but Noah saw it. On the left side of Matthew's neck was a small hickie. He didn’t need any proof, but it was nice to have it. He could smell the infidelity the moment Matthew stepped into the house.
“You cleaned up, " he said as he looked everywhere but at Noah. He couldn’t look him in the eyes, so he found other places to look. They were the actions of a guilty man.
“Are you hungry? Did you eat,” Noah asked politely. There was no need to cause a scene. His years in therapy following their break up in college had taught him to remain calm in a storm.
Matthew answered, “No. Just tired and really want to get the hotel smell off of me.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you. There’s work to be done, and I only have two hands. So, I better get back to it.” Noah’s words were true but also hollow. He couldn’t play the role of a perfect boyfriend. Matthew needed to feel some type of reaction.
“I’m sorry I left last night. It was a lot, Noah.”
It was a lot. He was also apologizing for having cheated on Noah. Two times, he let Blair take him last night. Both times, he enjoyed it. Both times, he felt alive and free again.
“I’m sure it was. That shower is waiting for you,” Noah said with a head nod towards the stairs.
Matthew gave him a half smile. He slowly drugged his feet across the floor. Noah watched him carefully as he moved closer to him. They stood shoulder to shoulder but not looking at one another. Matthew leaned over and kissed Noah on his cheek.
“I love you, Monty.” It was a whisper of truth made less impactful by an act of betrayal. It was Matthew trying to ease his guilt.
“I hope so. Actions do speak louder than words. Gotta take the trash out,” Noah said as he walked away.
He had to leave because his heart was starting to break. The last thing he wanted was for Matthew to see him wasting tears over him. He didn’t want him to know that he knew. No, Noah wanted to see how long it would take for Matthew to come clean and if it would happen again. The biggest thing he wanted to know was who Matthew had slept with.
Matthew wiped the steam from the mirror in the bathroom. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days. In actuality, he had only slept for a few hours last night. That look on his face was from all the worrying and guilt he felt.
He closed his eyes, and like a scene from a movie, his sexual escapades from last night played out. The various different positions Blair had him in and the sounds they made ran free. He shook his head frantically. He’d do anything to escape what he was feeling. Only there was no escape. There was only the aftermath and everything that would and could come with that.
January 2, 2015
The high and pleasure had long gone from Matthew. The despair and regret from his cheap thrill had since come to collect in the forty-eight hours following. He drugged his body up the stairs to his old childhood bedroom. His afternoon run had worn him out. He could hear the music playing on the other side of the door. Matthew took a deep breath and entered the room.
Noah was standing in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was dripping wet with water. Melanie Fiona’s “It Kills Me” was playing. He took in the scene of Noah standing in there belting out the lyrics without a care in the world.
Noah sang, “Trouble in my life. Problems when you don’t come home at night. But when you do, you always start a fight. But I can’t be alone. I need you to come on home. I know you’re messing around. But who the hell is, is gonna hold me down?”
Matthew’s eyes caught a glimpse of the luggage stashed in the corner. He walked over and picked the bag up.
“That’s mine,” Noah said as he turned the music down.
“Going somewhere,” Matthew asked as he dropped the bag.
Noah answered, “Away. It’s obvious you don’t want me around. I’m tired of waiting for you to say it. Someone has to make the move. I figured it’s just easier this way.”
“I never said I wanted you to leave, Noah.”
“You didn’t have to, Mateo. Actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words, and your actions all say leave. We were passionate people. We had variations of sex four times a day, and now there’s nothing.”
“Variations?” Matthew found the word choice intriguing.
“Yes. Variations. Passionate and sensual in the morning. A quickie in the afternoon. A deep raw fucking in the evening and late at night, you’d roll over, wake me up, and just fuck me slow and tender. It was like a drug. I’m going through withdrawals. I want to be there for you and stifle my needs, but you just push me away. I can’t be stupid all my life. At some point, I have to take what’s being given to me and make the necessary adjustments.”
“I don’t want to fight with you, Noah.” Matthew sighed as he backed up against the dresser.
Noah answered with a weary smile, “I’m not fighting. I’m conceding. I ran for president of your heart and soul, but I lost the election. I would have compromised if it meant having a seat at your table.”
The idea of losing the man he loved was not an option. Matthew knew he didn’t want Noah to leave. He just didn’t know how to ration his pain yet. The only way to save it was to give Noah some sort of intimacy.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve made you feel less than important and like I don’t love you. I do love you. I can’t be all of who you want or need me to be right now, but I can give you more than I’ve been giving lately.”
Noah rolled his eyes and replied, “Those are cute words with hollow meanings, Matthew.”
Matthew pulled his shirt off from his sweaty body. He pulled his sweatpants and underwear down. This was him giving Noah some part of him. It was the only part of himself he could muster up the courage to give.
“You see me? This body that I’ve given you time and time again. It’s yours if you want it. Take me. Fuck me. Make me feel your love, peace, and compassion. I want to feel your pain more than my own. Take me, Noah. Please, baby. Just take me.” His voice nearly broke as he offered up himself to the man he loved.
Noah debated if he should go for it or not. He wanted Matthew more than he wanted air for his lungs. How could he be sure that things would improve? He couldn’t be. If life had taught him anything, it was that his and Matthew’s relationship was unpredictable. It was a gamble.
As he looked over Matthew’s naked, gorgeous body, he could only think about one thing. He could only think about how much he loved ravishing him. The debate ended, and Noah dropped the towel that clung around his waist. Noah’s dick was already rising as he made his way across the room.
Matthew watched carefully as Noah walked over. His eyes glued on Noah’s dick as it swung back and forth. With each step Noah took, his cock would slap his thigh. Matthew’s eyes met Noah’s and the look was pure animal. He knew Noah loved sex with him. There was no doubt in his mind that things were about to be intense.
Noah lifted Matthew up. It caught him off guard being manhandled in such a away but it was also arousing. He carried Matthew over to the bed. Both men crawled into the center of the bed. Their lips met, and the two began kissing aggressively. Noah pulled Matthew’s lips into his mouth as his delicate hands ran down Matthew’s backside.
He grabbed a handful of Matthew’s succulent right ass cheek. Matthew felt a chill run through his body as Noah touched his body. Matthew moved down and took Noah’s chocolate candy bar into his mouth. His mouth felt amazing, wrapped around Noah’s member. Matthew moved his head up and down in quick succession. The smell of Noah’s clean body sent him into overdrive.
“Oh my God. Yes,” Noah exclaimed as he slapped Matthew’s juicy ass.
Matthew wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to stroke and twist it as he blew up. His tongue danced along the head of Noah’s cock. His mouth sent a deep pleasure running through Noah’s body. He didn’t want it to end. Matthew’s tongue moved across the slit of Noah’s cock. The swollen mushroom head oozed precum down his throat. Noah’s finger grazed Matthew’s tight hole, making his body shiver.
“Let me taste your ass.” Noah sounded like a wild man.
Matthew got on his hands and knees. Noah’s mouth watered at the sight of those two fat globes slightly parted. He could see Mathew’s tiny pink hole. It looked so sweet and innocent. It was ready to be feasted upon and taken. Noah licked his lips and then buried his face in between Matthew’s crack.
“Shit,” Matthew moaned out.
Noah ran his fat tongue across that sweet-tasting hole. He sucked on each ass cheek and then pushed his tongue inside of Matthew’s hairless hole. The boy let out a loud moan as he reached back and spread his cheeks further. Noah lost himself in his lover's ass. He gripped those explosive cheeks and gave them a deep massage.
His tongue ran up and down the anus. Matthew tried to push Noah’s face deeper into his ass. He switched between biting his ass cheeks, sucking on his hole, and rolling his tongue around the ring. Matthew let out deep moans as Noah made his hole a sloppy, wet, fun house. There was no end. Noah wanted Matthew to remember how good he could make him feel. He wanted him to remember how good they made each other feel.
The two found themselves in 69. Noah was nose deep in Matthew’s ass. Matthew had every inch of Noah’s cock buried down his throat. Noah slapped Matthew’s ass leaving a red handprint. As Matthew’s sucked Noah off, the cock swelled more in his mouth. His throat felt like it was going to collapse as he choked on Noah’s dick.
“I want to fuck you now,” Noah informed him as he pulled his face out of Matthew’s cheeks.
Matthew rolled onto his knees. He wiggled his round plump ass in Noah’s face as he arched his back. Noah slid his dick in between those fat cakes. His cock moved back and forth across Matthew’s slightly open hole. Noah lined his cock up against Matthew’s hole and pushed.
“Oh fuck,” Matthew groaned.
“So fuckin’ tight, babe,” Noah complimented him.
Noah’s dick eased inside of him. Matthew quickly started to bounce and rock his perfect body back and forth on Noah’s cock. Noah pushed him down and started to pound his sweet little hole. Matthew gripped the sheets as his ass and body rocked back and forth. Noah gripped his waist as Matthew fucked himself back. His thick ass quickly started to cream and coat Noah’s cock.
Matthew’s hole used Noah’s dick like it was a toy. He moved back and forth fucking his pain away. His back began to turn red. His ass cheeks clapped and bounced like branches in the wind. Noah started to move back and forth. He picked up his pace and began fucking him with all his force and power. His cock ran through Matthew with no end in sight. Every so often, he slapped Matthew on the ass. Their moans grew louder as they continued to fuck each other beyond their time realm.
Matthew shouted, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Use me! Make me feel it!”
“You feel so fucking good inside,” Noah celebrated Matthew’s body.
Noah put Matthew on his back and slid back into his talented ass. As he started to drill him, Matthew wrapped his legs around Noah’s waist. Matthew grabbed hold of Noah’s fat ass. Noah’s cheeks clapped together as he fucked the stud. He forced his dick deeper inside of Matthew’s tunnel.
He picked up his pace. He pounded into him, fucking deep into the bed. His big balls slapped in Matthew’s backside like a record on repeat. Their bodies made music that was beautiful, uplifting, and exotic. Sweat formed all over their bodies. Matthew’s hole began to throb and tingle around Noah’s pole.
Noah rolled onto his back. Matthew straddled him and began to bounce up and down on his dick. Noah slammed up into Matthew, making those cheeks clap and shake like Jell-O. Matthew slammed himself up and down on Noah’s cock harder and faster. Each time he came down, Noah’s dick went deeper into his guts. Matthew’s big balls bounced as his erect cock flopped around. His hole tightened around Noah’s pole. He stroked his fat meat as Noah shoved himself deeper inside of him.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Noah announced.
“Cum in me,” Matthew encouraged him.
Matthew bounced down and rolled his hips. His insides twisted Noah’s cock just right. The tight, smooth hole applied the right amount of pleasure. The feeling sent a message to Noah’s balls. His nuts released a gallon of cum that broke through from his cock like water from a dam. Noah slapped his hips up and drove deep inside of Matthew. He released his hot cum deep into Matthew’s ass as he let out a scream of pleasure. Matthew’s fat dick exploded immediately after. His cum shot across them both.
The two fell next to one another in bed. They shared a beautiful kiss. For a moment, they seemed almost like their old selves. Then, the afterglow faded. That post-nut clarity came roaring, and they found themselves turning their backs toward one another. As they lay facing away from each other, they both had silent tears streaming down their faces. Two people so heartbroken yet destined to always love one another.
TO BE CONTINUED
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