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Delirious — that’s what Matthew is. That’s something both he and Teddy agree upon as he’s lifted fully out of the pool, sopping wet.
Delirious isn’t quite what Jonathan is, but he’s still drunk (and high) enough to welcome the help.
A wide trail of water rains down on the pool deck as Teddy brings Matthew’s delirious self to a nearby bench to sober up; his clothing drips furiously — heavy and clinging to his body.
The clinging does not go unnoticed. Teddy makes sure to enjoy every delicious spot it highlights as he helps Matthew sit down.
Matthew is too out of it to notice.
Jonathan is not.
“There,” Teddy places an arm on Matthew’s shoulder. “Lie down on your stomach. Sleep for a while.”
Matthew places a hand over the one Teddy is steadying him with, shaking his head, “Mmm, no, ugh…” he pulls in irritation at the front of his shirt and then his collar, “these are so annoying,” he escalates, “I want them o-off,” he shouts and starts to pant with the frustration of trying to pull wet fabric away from his skin.
It is unpleasant and Jonathan is nearly as annoyed, but also very aware of where the demand could lead. Or at least he hopes it will.
“Hey, shhh,” Teddy hushes him softly, stroking Matthew’s neck with his thumb. Matthew’s breath calms into a steady rhythm as a kiss is pressed to the side of his forehead, while his stumbling fingers are shooed away from his collar.
“Let me.”
“I like that,” Matthew says of the kiss Teddy gives him again. He bites his lips, he’d like it somewhere else too. “You kissed me here before,” he says, poking himself in the centre of the forehead, harder than intended. His head is thrown back.
Teddy stops the rest of his body from falling off the bench after it. “You watch yourself.” He kisses his forehead, right over the red mark left behind by Matthew’s finger.
“Yes, nice…” Matthew lifts his chin up in offer. “I want your mouth,” he hums, “I want it…”
Chuckling at his half-hooded gaze, Teddy stoops down and starts in on the top button of Matthew’s shirt. He tilts his head slightly to see what he’s doing while impatient Matthew nibbles at his jawline.
By the time Teddy gets to the bottom button, Matthew has moved from nibbles to sucking kisses at anything Teddy will let him reach — his cheeks, his forehead.
Teddy endures the onslaught with good humour. Enjoying the teasing. Not that Matthew is difficult to evade, since his eyes keep wanting to close and his coordination is in the second level of hell.
So Matthew gets none of Teddy’s mouth as yet, but what he does manage to accomplish, by the time Teddy throws open his wet shirt, is to quickly undo his own belt buckle. “I want you so bad,” Matthew whispers at first, and then moans as Teddy finally gives him what he’s been asking for. A deep hard probing kiss.
Matthew leans into it. Enjoying the taste of the man he’s been flirting for. Meanwhile, Jonathan is shaken, blood flows all too readily to his groin.
Teddy grins as he pulls back, “Do you?” His wrist now in Matthew’s grasp, he lets the drunken fool guide his hand to the plain hard truth of that statement.
Matthew pants heavily, out of breath like he’d just run a marathon. “I do, yes… since the tennis match… since then.” He applies one hand to the back of Teddy’s head to pull his mouth in, while the other urges Teddy’s hand to more friction at his groin.
“I can see that.” Teddy says kissing him once soundly before moving just out of range, leaving Matthew’s open mouth hunting for him like a hungry bird (as he again forgets he can open his eyes to see where his new lover has gone).
He whines. Until Teddy’s hand (that has been humouring Matthew’s use of it) briefly grips his length through his trousers. He gasps. Frantic and unable to tolerate the height of his arousal any longer, he finds the wherewithal to unzip and free his cock from his underwear.
Matthew can’t remember much at this moment — which is good because it’s keeping Jonathan alive. But the little he does remember, tells him he’s never been quite as aroused as he is right now. If Teddy doesn’t put his hands on his cock this instant he might just die, or start sobbing or both at once.
And Jonathan isn’t far off.
“Can you touch me?” Matthew pleads and with growing desperation, grips Teddy’s hand in both of his own. “Please touch me… I really just-“
Matthew cuts off his begging as Teddy obliges, taking the cause of Matthew’s distress in his fist, unyielding and steady. However he remains frustratingly still with a gleam in his eye like a Cheshire Cat.
Not in a state to play around, Matthew finds the will to reconnect with his body. Enough to fuck himself into the other man’s grasp. Two hands closed around Teddy’s fist. Hips thrust upwards. Eyes fused shut in concentration.
“Oh fuck, good,” Matthew growls. “Ah…”
Hard. Fast. Done.
Teddy extracts his cum stained hand and sighs, “There, is that better? You lie down now.” He strokes the side of Matthew’s face. “I’ll take care of you. You want to get rid of the rest of this clothing?”
“Yes,” Matthew replies in a wobbling state of bliss.
Teddy helps Matthew out of his dress shirt and then has him lie down on his stomach (ostensibly so he won’t die if he throws up in his sleep). But a hand gliding over his ass to grip the waist of his trousers rouses Jonathan to alertness.
The intimacy. The position.
His mind comes into focus even as his muscles want to stay lax. He isn’t stupid enough to have set about seducing a man without considering he might have to offer up his ass for King and Country (and his own unfinished business).
“Umm, wait,” Jonathan says and digs into his pocket with struggling fingers, pulling his wallet onto the floor. Then fumbles a condom and a packet of lube out onto the concrete beside it. Having acquainted himself with the sensation of being filled with various sizes of plugs in preparation, he knows he wants to be well-lubed in this situation (and that he’s not entirely ready for it).
“Oh you are a greedy thing, aren’t you?” Teddy chuckles as if Jonathan had just given him a novel idea, but then allays his fears. “I don’t think we have time for that.” It lets Jonathan recede back into Matthew’s pleasurable haze more easily. A haze he’s very much enjoying himself.
Giving Matthew a small tap on the rear to lift his hips up, Teddy returns to the — not simple — task of removing the soaked trousers, which are overly tight even dry. They were appropriate to the task of reeling in Jonathan’s handsome mark. Landing his catch was secondary (and Jonathan hadn’t planned on Matthew going for a swim first).
But Teddy seems fairly determined, even with Matthew limp as a drunken noodle and Jonathan semi-awake but fading. Teddy does most of the work with Jonathan lifting or turning in less obvious moments.
Soon enough, cool night air hits Matthew’s behind. And then a delicate touch. Hands moving over him. A brushing kiss — one cheek then the other.
It feels nice. Jonathan’s hair rises over his body in a shivering cascade. Aroused, but still wary of where this could be headed. Matthew giggles in poignant inquiry, “What are you gonna do?”
Teddy sucks a mark into one flexed buttock, then bends down to snatch the lube from the pool deck with a playful glance.
“Just relax.”
Matthew already is. Jonathan is trying his best.
His legs are pushed apart, enough so that one drapes off the bench. Slick fingers reach under and begin stroking circles into his perineum, brushing gently at the underside of his balls (still slightly sensitive from his orgasm) and to Jonathan’s relief (and Matthew’s disappointment), leaving the crack of his vulnerable ass alone.
Matthew sighs, “That’s nice.”
It is nice, Jonathan has to agree. Especially when Teddy begins stroking his leg, urging it back to the bench to mate with the other and receive Teddy’s cock between his lubed thighs.
Jonathan can plainly feel the dopey smile on Matthew’s face as he bonelessly takes in the sensations. Teddy’s weight pressing down. The other man’s firm manhood gliding between his legs. The soft tip pleasantly bumping the skin just behind his scrotum. The little shocks of pain and pleasure this sends over his dulled senses.
Jonathan’s nearing sleep when Teddy finishes. Kisses at the back of his neck, spooned under, comforted, contained. Small pulses and a new wetness joins the lube and the pool water between his thighs. He doesn’t need to reach for Matthew, their feelings are the same. Peace in the arms of a killer — how about that.
Teddy extracts himself. Eyes closed, Jonathan makes a small sound at the loss, but is too tired to speak. Teddy lays a soft robe over his back. “There you should sleep well now.”
Jonathan has no doubt he will.