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He’s got Matt’s face pinned to the sheets, hand tight against the side of his head. Jay pounds into him, heaving breaths at the exertion. Matt’s letting out a non-stop stream of moans, and the noises he makes have Jay thrusting into him rougher and dirtier.
“You like that? Huh?” Jay asks meanly. He knows Matt does, but making him say it is half the fun. Plus, degrading Matt has always been a secret hobby of Jay’s. “You like taking it like a bitch?”
“Ahuh!” Matt confirms. Jay’s aggressive movements have him sinking further into the soft mattress, upper torso and face smashed into the duvet as his legs spread further apart, his lower half drifting down towards the bed. “Please—“
“Please what, Matty?” Jay groans. He watches the dark flush cross Matt’s cheeks, and moves his hand so he can spit directly on the side of Matt’s face not pressed into the sheets. Matt moans helplessly, going completely boneless. Jay follows him down.
He rears his hips back, then crashes back into Matt. Moving his free hand down to Matt’s ass, he watches the movement as he grabs a generous handful. He pulls, spreading his cheek so Jay can watch his cock sink inside. Jay can’t keep from moaning at that, glancing up to Matt’s blushing face and shoving him deeper into the bed.
“I—“ Matt tries to respond, but fails pathetically when all that comes out after is a moan. Jay squeezes the flesh in his hand, digging his short nails into Matt’s ass.
He can feel his orgasm encroaching on him, the hot and tight channel he’s fucking into slick with copious amounts of lube. It feels entirely too good, and Jay’s about to lose it.
Just when he’s about to orgasm—
Jay’s eyes pop open. He’s staring at the wall, face smushed into his pillow. It takes a second for his brain to come back online, but once it does he registers the fact that he’d been humping the bed in his sleep like a teenager. He had been teetering on the edge when he woke up, but the feeling is quickly leaving him now that he’s conscious. He sits back on his knees, duvet and body pulled away to reveal the wet spot his pre-come had left on the fitted sheet.
“Jesus…” Jay mumbles, slightly embarrassed. A wet dream? Like this? At his age?
He reflects back on his dream, and is also slightly embarrassed that he’d been desperately dreaming about something that had literally just happened earlier that same night. His dream hadn’t even been original or creative, just a memory from hours ago playing back in his mind.
And he’s still rock hard.
He could deal with this himself, of course. Sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off before returning to bed and getting some sleep. On the other hand, though…
Jay looks over to the other side of the bed, where Matt is sound asleep. He’s on his side, facing away from Jay. Unlike Jay, Matt isn’t sleeping in the buff— he’s got on his years-old Duran Duran sleep shirt, and a pair of tiny boxer briefs. To Jay, even in his sleep, he looks like a full-course meal.
It takes him less than a second to come to a decision on what he’s gonna do.
“Matt,” Jay whispers. He lays back down, inching himself closer to spoon his best friend. When Matt doesn’t move an inch, he gets closer and whispers louder. “Matt!”
“Wha—?” Matt mumbles sleepily, waking up. “Jay?”
“Hey,” Jay says. He waits for Matt to wake up a bit more, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Jay.
“What is it? I was sleeping…”
“Yeah, I know. But I…” Jay can’t finish his sentence, realizing how ridiculous he is. He’s really here waking Matt up so they can have sex again, because he wants Matt too bad to deal with his boner alone. Wordlessly, Jay presses his erection against Matt’s ass.
“Dude…” Matt says. “Seriously? Right now?”
“Yes,” Jay whines, rolling his hips into Matt. “Please? Pretty please?”
Matt groans in exasperation, and Jay can see him trailing a hand down his face. He’s clearly tired. His voice is endearingly sleepy when he responds, “You’re a pest. A sex pest. Do you know this? It’s important to me that you know this.”
“Yeah, yes, I’m a sex pest, yup.” Jay mumbles distantly, not really paying attention as he rubs his cock against the thin material of Matt’s underwear. He’s wedging himself deeper, pressing his hips tighter to Matt’s ass. Matt sighs, but still pushes back gently to give Jay more friction.
But he doesn’t keep at it for long, instead pulling Matt’s briefs down to cup his ass. He throws the covers back so he can get a good look, and Matt shivers a bit at the sudden lack of warmth.
“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry,” Jay says absently, but his mind's on the image in front of him. Matt has such a nice ass, it’s hard not to want to touch and fuck it all the time. So he doesn’t stop himself, grabbing Matt’s ass and sliding back between his cheeks. The friction is a bit dry, the lack of any liquid to ease the way becoming a quick annoyance.
Matt seems to read his mind, leaning up to grab the lube that’s sitting next to his glasses on the nightstand. He hands it back to Jay, who takes it gratefully and doesn’t hesitate to drizzle some onto his hand. He slides it down his cock, brain fizzling at the firm contact. He moves his wet hand to smooth some more lubricant between Matt’s asscheeks, who jumps at the cold contact.
Jay wastes no time making his way back to Matt’s backside. He thrusts up shallowly, the slide smooth with the addition of lube. He groans, cock twitching at the feeling of the soft channel he fucks into. He brings his arms around, hugging Matt to his chest as they lay on their sides.
He looks up, wanting to gauge Matt’s reaction. He stops cold when he sees Matt has his eyes closed.
“Hey! Are you falling asleep right now?!” Jay demands, and Matt’s eyes snap open.
“Um…” He stalls. “Maybe?”
“Not cool…” Jay pouts, letting go of Matt and pulling away to lay on his back. If Matt's just gonna pass out on him, maybe he should just jerk off alone instead.
“Nooo,” Matt whines, turning over to look at Jay. “I’m sorry, Birdie, I’m just tired as fuck. Someone wore me out, or something.”
Jay tries to fight the pleased smile that wants to break out over his face, but the battle is lost and he can’t help it. Matt smiles back, walking his fingers up Jay’s bare chest. “Let me make it up to you?”
Jay eyes him, smile widening at the mischief in Matt’s eyes. “Well…I don’t know…”
“Oh stop,” Matt laughs, and sits up, removing his briefs entirely. Once they’re cast over the side of the bed, he throws a leg over Jay’s hips, sitting down to straddle him. “That coy act only works when you’re not waking me up in the middle of the night for sex.”
Jay sputters, blush creeping its way across his face at being called out. Matt rolls his eyes good-naturedly, grabbing the lube that Jay had discarded beside them. He squirts some onto his fingers, and reaches back behind himself.
Watching on eagerly, Jay props himself up on his elbows to stare up at Matt. His eyes flick between where Matt’s hand disappears behind himself, to Matt’s face. He’s not really making any noise other than breathing deeply, but his gaze down on Jay has intensified. A shiver wracks down Jay’s spine.
It’s not long until Matt’s sliding his fingers out of himself, reaching down towards Jay’s dick, and repositioning so he’s hovering right above it.
Jay’s trying to pay attention, he is, but he’s just so pleased that he’s getting his way right now that he’s making a conscious effort not to wiggle in excitement. Despite himself, a smile breaks out over his face.
“You’re unbearable.” Matt says plainly, shaking his head. Jay notes that he, too, is smiling, despite his words. “You’re just so pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
In response, Jay just shrugs his shoulders. The smile on his face is not a smug one by any means, just genuinely pleased. Matt huffs a laugh, and rolls his shoulders back. Jay’s attention is drawn to his chest, which puffs out with the movement, stretching his sleep shirt indecently.
“Well, watch me wipe that smile clean off your face, Mister,” Matt mutters, finally sinking down onto Jay. Jay’s toes may or may not curl at the feeling. He groans, and the smile is effectively wiped off his face.
Matt slowly lowers himself down, wet fingers making their way to rest against Jay’s chest. Jay makes a face at the residual lube getting caught in his chest hair, and Matt makes an unimpressed get over it face back in response. Matt lands firmly on his lap, Jay’s cock sheathed entirely inside. The stretch is made easier by the light fingering and the fucking they had partaken in earlier on in the night.
They sit there a moment, breathing heavily. Jay makes the first move, grinding up shallowly into Matt— but it’s not really enough. Matt’s a big guy, and he’s essentially pinning Jay’s hips to the bed. Movement on his end is a bit difficult at the moment. Matt moves his hands, placing them on Jay’s stomach, and presses his ass firmer into the cradle of Jay’s hips, causing Jay to let out a drawn out fuck!
Finally, he moves, lifting himself halfway up Jay’s cock. He slowly lowers down, putting pressure on where he’s stabilizing himself against Jay’s stomach. Jay attempts to buck up again, not satisfied with the slow pace— but Matt just presses his full weight into Jay, immobilizing him.
“Matt, come on,” Jay whines, fingers brushing against Matt’s knees. Matt just smiles down at him wickedly, repeating the slow movement. He moves further up each time, until just the tip remains inside. Matt lowers himself down again languidly, like he has all the time in the world.
The unhurried tempo has Jay sweating, heat prickling in his stomach every time Matt drops down.
“I was having a good dream, you know,” Matt breathes, rising and falling slowly. “One of those dreams where you can fly. You were there, too.”
Jay just pants, falling from his elbows. He grips Matt’s thick thighs, grasping full handfuls. Instinctually his hips jolt when Matt lowers himself flush to Jay, but yet again, he gets nowhere. Matt takes his hands away from Jay’s stomach, planting them beside his head on the pillow.
“You should be saying sorry for waking me up,” Matt suggests, like Jay should have thought of it first and he can’t believe he didn’t. Jay opens eyes he hadn’t realized he had closed, looking up at Matt who hovers over him. He’s got an expectant look on his face. “Go ahead, say it.”
“What?”
“Say you’re sorry for waking me up. Maybe then I’ll get you off.”
Jay’s brain goes dead silent for a moment, but when Matt circles his hips before rising up then down once more, Jay has no problem apologizing.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Jay says in a rush. Matt raises a hand to make a go on gesture. “I’m sorry for waking you up, Matt,”
Matt sits still in his lap. “Sorry for waking me up for what?”
“I’m sorry for waking you up for sex,” Jay continues, crossing fingers and toes that that’s good enough to get what he wants. He’s willing to go on if it’s not, but Matt takes mercy on him. He bestows Jay with a beatific smile.
“Good enough.” Matt says, leaning up and leveraging himself on Jay’s chest. He lifts his hips up agonizingly slow, and Jay groans in torment— but it turns into a groan of pleasure when Matt quickly drops down to the hilt. He quickens his pace, bouncing in fast motions, the grip of his ass around Jay’s cock making Jay see stars.
He looks up blearily, sees Matt biting his lip with a pinched expression. His eyebrows are tilted up, eyes closed. Jay’s own eyes trail down to Matt’s chest, concealed by his tight shirt. That won’t do. In a haze, Jay releases one of Matt’s thighs to pull his shirt up under his armpits. Matt peeks an eye open at the movement, looking down to his own chest then to Jay. Jay’s eyes are trained on his pectorals, however— they bounce obscenely with Matt’s movements, rising and falling on Jay’s cock.
Matt snickers. “You’re— ah, practically drooling, Bird,”
Whatever, what does Jay care? Matt’s got a great body and Jay can appreciate it whenever he wants, especially when they’re having sex. That’s just about the optimal time for it. Matt moves his hands closer together on Jay’s chest, pushing his pecs together, creating the illusion of cleavage. Or perhaps the reality of it. Jay groans, grasping onto Matt’s thighs for dear life. On another rise up, Jay manages to thrust up before Matt can drive himself back down, and it catches the other man off guard. “Oh—!”
Jay moves quick, yanking Matt down to crush him against his chest. Matt face-plants into the pillow beside Jay’s head. With Matt’s ass just slightly raised, taken by surprise and still, Jay plants his feet firmly against the sheets and thrusts up roughly. Matt moans into the pillow next to Jay’s ear, the noise combined with the feeling of fucking up into him sending a stab of arousal through Jay’s gut.
Matt seems to get his wits about him again, because he plants his hands on either side of Jay’s shoulders and presses down to meet Jay’s thrusts. He’s letting out a continuous stream of moans, and moves his head up to bring his lips to Jay’s. Only when they begin kissing does Jay realize he had been moaning loudly, too.
The kiss they share is sloppy, all tongue and no finesse. Both of their attention is on where they’re connected, joined in a hot, slick matrimony. On a weirdly angled thrust, Matt’s hole clenches up and he keens into Jay’s mouth. That’s the ticket.
Just as Jay’s about to really lay into him, Matt leans away and slams himself down onto Jay, pinning him against the mattress once more with his full weight. Jay whimpers. Matt lifts himself, leaning forward at that same angle and fucking himself shallowly. A fierce crimson blush is making its way from Matt’s face to his ample chest, causing it to be somehow more alluring. Jay gives into temptation and reaches both hands up to grope.
It’s almost degrading, if one looks at it a certain way. Jay is essentially being used as a toy to press upon Matt’s prostate, no consideration for his own pleasure so long as Matt’s chasing his own. He’s leaning over Jay, face screwed up in pleasure as he angles his hips forward so Jay’s cockhead rubs firmly against his g-spot on every upstroke.
The next time Matt fucks down onto him, Jay’s cock twitches violently inside of him. He groans, squeezing the tits in his hands and pressing up as much as he can. He’s not got far to go, here— his dream had already had him teetering on the edge earlier. Getting an encore performance is almost too much to bear.
Matt puffs out his chest, pressing firmly into Jay’s hands in an unspoken request. Jay gets the hint, squeezes his pecs again, rubs one of his thumbs over a nipple. He takes it between his thumb and the side of his index finger, applying increasing pressure. When Matt slides back down, briefly planting himself firmly in Jay’s lap before rising back up on his cock, Jay squeezes the nipple in his grasp. And when Matt ascends again, and it’s clear at the angle he’s forced his hips into that Jay’s cockhead drags against his prostate, Jay twists Matt’s nipple aggressively while squeezing his other tit.
Matt groans at that, dropping his head forward. He’s heaving gasping breaths, muscular thighs shaking with the strain of his own movements. He clenches down involuntarily, and Jay’s vision whites out for a second. His hands fall away from Matt’s chest, grasping onto his waist desperately. Matt leans in further, face above Jay’s as he rides him like his life depends on it.
“Are you close?” Matt asks. Jay nods frantically, not even able to get a word out around the pleasure fizzling in his mind and body. “Good.”
Matt lifts himself all the way up again, until the tip is all that’s inside of him. He hovers for a second, tightening up on the head (this time on purpose, Jay can tell by the searching look on Matt’s face), making Jay groan. He continues clenching, sliding all the way down Jay’s cock. Matt’s hole grips Jay tightly, the pressure surrounding his cock insurmountable. He sits firmly in Jay’s lap, grinding dirtily onto him— then he unclenches, makes his way up Jay’s dick, slams back down and clamps up once more.
The hot clutch of Matt’s tightened hole is truly too much to take. Jay grits his teeth together, dragging his nails desperately against Matt’s waist. Matt doesn’t let up, quickening his pace but continuing to methodically clamp down on Jay’s cock every time he’s sheathed entirely inside.
For a brief moment, Matt goes back to battering his own prostate using Jay’s cock for his own pleasure. He ascends until Jay’s dick is pressing up against it, and clenches down aggressively so the pressure is more direct. Matt moans something fierce, taking a hand away from the bed and bringing it to his own dick. Jay can feel his knuckles brush against his lower stomach where Matt’s cock is settled, but he doesn’t move his hand— simply holds his dick in a firm grasp as he uses Jay’s cock to batter his prostate.
“I’m— oh—!” Matt stutters, before sinking down to the hilt and coming. His hole tightens, clamping down tighter than he had before, and spots dance in Jay’s vision. He squeezes his eyes shut, whining and thrusting his hips up (to not real avail), coming inside Matt. He pants desperately, squeezing Matt’s waist where he still holds him.
Jay distantly registers the warmth painting his stomach and chest as Matt comes, keening loudly. Jay’s too lost in his own pleasure to pay it much mind— though the noises Matt makes in conjunction with the pressure on his cock only heightens the pleasure for Jay. His orgasm shoots through him, and when it’s done, he’s left shaky and sweating.
Matt falls forward onto him, completely boneless, and Jay lets out an oomf! at the sudden weight. They lay there a moment, just gathering themselves. Jay kind of can’t breathe.
“Matt,” he wheezes. “Matt, I love you, but I can’t breathe.”
“Good,” Matt mumbles into the pillow. “You deserve it.”
“Matt,” Jay whines, shoving at him. Matt does roll away after a second of Jay trying to throw him off unsuccessfully.
“My thighs are burning right now, dude.”
“…Thank you?” Jay says, looking over to where the side of Matt’s face is smashed into his pillow.
“Yeah, that’s right, thank you,” Matt mocks. Jay smacks at him. “No, you’re right to thank me. I just did an act of public service, servicing you. You’re welcome.”
“Public service?!” Jay squawks, laughing.
“Yep,” Matt mumbles sleepily. He throws an arm across Jay’s chest, kind of getting his own come on himself some more. He doesn’t seem to care, seconds from passing out again.
He’s laying on his stomach, head angled towards Jay. Jay watches him blink tiredly, eyes staying closed for longer and longer each time. Jay just smiles at him fondly.
“Don’t you dare wake me up again,” Matt mumbles into his pillow with no venom. “If you get another boner you’re on your own…”
His sentence peters out at the end, trailing off into sleepy muttering. He’s out like a light, didn’t even bother to put his underwear back on, shirt still rucked up. Jay snorts, leaning over to kiss Matt’s cheek and mumble a goodnight that he won’t hear. He fixes Matt’s shirt, and gets up to clean them both off.