Fic: When It Rains, It Pours
Title: When It Rains, It Pours
Pairing: Jakob Fuglsang/Matti Breschel, with brief cameo by Andy Schleck and Fränk Schleck
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just my imagination. Am making no profit whatsoever from this.
Warning: some angst here and there
Summary: Jakob is on vacation in Curaçao with Andy, Fränk and a bunch of other guys, but sadly, Matti isn't one of them. Because he misses him too much and utterly resents knowing that Jakob is permanently on Andy's heels, Matti takes a surprise flight across the Atlantic, arriving in Curaçao on the day of the fabled race. But a violent storm postpones the event, giving Matti and Jakob time for a very intense reunion.
A/N: Technically, Matti isn't and was never in Curaçao this year. But what else is plot magic for, if not to take him where Jakob is?
During the events in this fic, Alberto is confined to Pinto, in silenzio stampa with all the world, Andy included.
This fic is for pippilottah,and her gorgeous Matti who's mouth I am madly in love with. Thanks so much for the constant inspiration and have fun!
MAIN VERSE MASTERPOST with links to all fics in chronological order.
Date: 6.11.2010
Location: Curaçao
“Hello? Matti?”
Jakob put his hand of cards on the small table and excused himself, leaving the game of poker he was playing with Fränk and Andy.
“Hey, I don’t know what you’re saying. Hold on, maybe the signal is bad in here,” Jakob tried not to shout into the phone while stepping out on the balcony. The air was fresh and wet, rain still threatening to fall, and Jakob shivered a little. “Matti? Say something now.”
“Can you hear me?” Matti’s voice was much clearer and Jakob smiled when he heard it.
“Yes! Hey, how are you?”
“Jetlagged and impatient, you?” Matti replied.
“I’m just killing time at the hotel. There was this huge storm that flooded everything and we couldn’t race today, so they sent us back to the hotel wet and miserable,” Jakob answered in one breath, making Matti smile from ear to ear.
“I know. I saw the storm roll off from the mainland and figured it would hit you guys just before the race.”
“Yeah, it was pretty scary, with lightning and… wait, what?! You saw what, from where?” Jakob did a doubletake and thought he hadn’t heard right.
“Jakob, do you think you can take a taxi and come to the airport? They tell me the roads are passable now,” Matti replied casually, but there was also much amusement in his voice.
“COME to the airport?! Matti, are you… where are you?” Jakob was wide-eyed and quite breathless.
“At the airport.”
“What?! Here, on this island?!”
“Hey, lower you voice, I’m going deaf here. Yes, I’m in Curaçao. My plane landed with hours of delay because of your damned storm, but I’m here,” Matti told his friend.
“But… seriously?”
“Yes. Come here and see for yourself.”
“You’re not kidding. What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to swim with dolphins too,” Matti supplied, laughing when he heard Jakob’s incredulous snort.
“And you just flew over here without saying a word to anyone? I thought you were at home.”
“I was. And then I wanted to be here. So, I’m here. Will you come and pick me up?”
“Yes. Hold on, I’ll put something else on and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Wait until I tell the guys…,” Jakob grinned, walking back into the room.
“No, don’t tell them,” Matti answered quickly.
Jakob stopped mid-way through the room and frowned.
“Why not? Is something wrong?”
“No, no. We’ll surprise them later, OK? It’s just… I’d like to see only you right now, if that’s possible.”
“It’s possible,” Jakob whispered into the phone. He was smiling broadly and color had risen in his cheeks, making both brothers give him concerned looks. “I’ll be right there,” he added.
“Alright. I’ll have something to eat while I’m waiting,” Matti told him. He was about to add that he’d missed Jakob and couldn’t wait to see him, but he realized he’d be talking to himself. Jakob had hung up with a quick ‘see you soon’.
“Is everything alright?” Fränk asked Jakob, when he saw the younger man darting about the room and digging into the closet for more substantial clothes than shorts.
Jakob muttered some reply that only he understood.
“Hey, who was that? Matti?” Andy wanted to know.
“Yeah, he said to say hello to you guys,” Jakob offered, running to the bathroom and pulling off his clothes. He rushed to get himself into the pair of jeans he’d picked up and then frowned when he saw that his shirt could have used some ironing.
“What are you doing?” Andy followed his friend, intrigued to see Jakob trying to fix his hair with one hand while brushing his teeth with the other. “Are you going somewhere?”
Jakob made some unintelligible noise.
”Where are you in such a hurry to get to? Can I come?” Andy leaned against the door-frame and grinned at Jakob’s efforts to coordinate himself. “Is it a girl?” Andy wiggled his eyebrows.
“Nnnn!”
“No? Then what? Come on, tell me.”
Jakob turned the cold water on and flicked some droplets toward Andy, trying to make him go away.
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, when he was done brushing his teeth and noticed Andy still standing there, looking curious and smiling smugly at the same time.
“When? And how long will you be gone? Are we still on for dinner or will you be…” Andy insisted.
“Not now, Andy. Come on, get out of the way. I’m in a hurry. Do something useful and find my wallet.”
Even though he was very put off by Jakob’s mysterious behavior, Andy shrugged and pointed to the closest nightstand. Jakob’s wallet was there, unlike Andy’s, which might have been anywhere, possibly not in Andy’s possession anymore.
“OK, thanks. Don’t worry you guys, it’s alright. I’ll be back. Have fun kicking his ass, Fränk!” Jakob pointed to the cards and then beamed a brilliant smile to counter Andy’s pout. “Take care! Bye!”
Jakob practically jumped into his shoes and ran out of the room, leaving two intrigued brothers to stare after him.
“What was that?” Fränk looked to his little brother for more information.
“Fuck if I know...,” Andy shrugged. “Maybe he was tired of being beaten at poker and put on this show to get out.”
Fränk picked up the hand that Jakob had thrown face-down.
“I hate say this to you, Andy, but he was winning.”
*** *** ***
The hotel receptionist had found Jakob a cab and they’d literally navigated the water-soaked streets of Curaçao. Jakob thanked the driver and paid him a lot more than the guy had asked, because he couldn’t wait to pick up the change. He darted from the car and into the main building of the cozy little airport, looking around and trying to avoid collision with several people. Jakob finally spotted Matti near a newspaper stand, surrounded by Japanese women. He was sipping from a bottle of water and checking out one of the papers, oblivious to the chattering and the long glances the women were giving him.
“Matti! Matti, over here!” Jakob called out, loud enough to make everyone around him stop and stare. He smiled and waved when Matti reacted to the sound of his voice. When he got close enough to see how great Matti looked and how he beamed at the mere sight of him, Jakob laughed excitedly and plowed through the gawking women.
“You’re really here…,” he whispered breathlessly, stopping just in front of Matti.
“Yeah… Hi,” Matti took in Jakob’s brilliant smile, his flushed cheeks, the excitement in his eyes and thought that a trans-Atlantic flight plus hours of boring delay had been more than worth it.
“Hi…, ” Jakob replied softly and then couldn’t refrain from throwing his arms around Matti’s neck, squeezing him tight and making a happy noise.
Matti held him close and they hugged each other for a long moment, completely unaware of the giggling women and the way they squealed ‘kawaiiiii’, outright ogling the pair of beautiful men.
“So… this is a good surprise, right? You seem happy to see me,” Matti said when Jakob stepped back.
“Are you kidding? It’s great! A big surprise but wow, I’m more than happy to see you,” Jakob kept smiling broadly, those dimples of his making several people weak in the knees, Matti among them.
“Good. Let’s get out of here and we can talk about that. Don’t look now, but a lot of people are staring at us.”
“Let them stare. We’re beautiful,” Jakob laughed and nudged Matti with his shoulder.
“And modest, as usual,” Matti countered.
“Mmmhmm,” Jakob smiled smugly and picked up Matti’s small suitcase. “Damn, I should have told the cab-driver to wait for us!”
“We’ll find another car. How are the roads?”
“No good for cycling, I can tell you that much. Come on,” Jakob grabbed Matti’s arm and pulled him in the direction of the main entrance, dragging the suitcase behind them.
When they were outside, Jakob had some trouble finding another taxi and he left Matti to take in his surroundings. Matti was giving the ashy sky some doubtful looks when Jakob motioned him to get into the car he’d stopped.
“Welcome to Curaçao, sir,” the cabbie saluted Matti in accented English, taking his luggage and storing it in the trunk.
“Thank you,” Matti nodded, joining Jakob in the car.
“What is our destination? I should check with the dispatch for the most passable route. We’ve had the most unfortunate weather, sir,” the driver sat behind the wheel and turned around, looking at Matti as he spoke.
“We’re going to…” Jakob began but he stopped when Matti pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the driver.
“Take us here, please. I hope it’s possible. If not, just drop us off at the closest place,” Matti instructed their driver. He saw Jakob gaping and turned toward him, switching back to Danish. “What is it?”
“Matti… we’re not going to our hotel?”
“No. Not yet. I took the liberty of booking a room for myself someplace else.”
“You don’t feel like seeing the guys?” Jakob asked, with a sad little smile.
“It’s not that. They were fully booked at your hotel and… honestly… I’d rather not bump into Andy every other minute while I’m with you.”
Jakob’s first reaction was to frown some more, but then, his eyes lit with understanding and he smiled playfully.
“Could it be that you want me all to yourself?”
“Yes. That’s exactly how it is,” Matti gave his friend a meaningful look. “I missed you, Jakob. I just had to come here and see you.”
Jakob was overwhelmed and he couldn’t react past making a soft exclamation of awe. He swayed a little under Matti’s intense gaze and reached out for one of his hands. Jakob squeezed Matti’s fingers and whispered ‘I missed you too’, while the driver was trying to tell them that he could only take them as far as such-and-such building.
‘Hello, pretty people! Don’t do that in my car… wait until you’re in your goddamned room!’ the cabbie rolled his eyes and drove away to the sound of horns blaring for him to get moving. He tried to focus on the road and not eavesdrop on the garbled conversation going on in the back of the car.
Matti exhaled loudly, fighting the urge to grab Jakob, tear his clothes off and have him right there. Or just to kiss him. Kissing was enough to make him lose control. Luckily, Jakob seemed to understand that and he refrained from doing what he usually did when they were together in the back-seat of a cab. He sat close to Matti and held his hand, instead.
“Matti, if you’re going to tell me that you came here only because you wanted to see me… I might cry,” Jakob murmured, resting his head on Matti’s shoulder.
“I don’t have any tissues,” Matti laughed softly, twining his fingers with Jakob’s and raising their joined hands to his lips.
The guy in the driver’s seat happened to look in the mirror just then and he barely managed to stop himself from hitting the breaks. It made perfect sense that those two were so gay for each other… they were just too pretty and polished, trashy European models who wore scarves in any weather and were doing drugs half the time. The kid with the dimples certainly looked as high as a kite.
“Gentlemen, dispatch told me that there is still a lot of water on the road where we are going so I’ll have to drop you off two streets away from your hotel. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience. Perhaps you will have more luck taking the sidewalk.”
“It’s alright, sir. Thank you. It won’t be the first time I’ve been knee deep in water today, I think I’m getting used to it,” Jakob replied.
The cabbie thought it wiser to say nothing, because he had no idea if the guy was joking or being ironic. Fortunately, they reached the end of passable road and the driver pulled over, climbing on the sidewalk where the water level seemed to be less alarming.
“Dammit, I only have Euros,” Matti frowned when he wanted to pay the cab-fare. “Jakob?”
“It’s OK, I still have some local money,” he handed the driver and bill and then another one, looking a bit confused. “Is that enough, sir?”
“Tip him well, Jakob, he looks a little traumatized…, ” Matti muttered in Danish.
“Why? I haven’t even jumped you,” Jakob laughed, but he added and extra bill, giving the cabbie his biggest tip of the day. “Thank you. Could you help us with directions from here?” he switched back to English.
“Sure. You walk until the first intersection, make a right, cross the street, make a left and you should be there. You can’t miss the building, it’s purple.”
“Thanks again,” Matti nodded. “Don’t get out, you’ll get your shoes wet. Ours are goners anyway, so we’ll get the suitcase from the trunk, OK?”
The cabbie couldn’t agree more and he was grinning when the model people got out, yelling and laughing to find themselves ankle deep in water. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. He waved back to them when ‘dimples’ flashed him a smile and called out something the guy couldn’t hear. He’d have sat and amused himself a bit more by watching those guys splash on the sidewalk, but he was called for another client and that’s the last he saw of them until the next day, when ‘dimples’ turned out to be a famous cycling pro. His boyfriend too!
“There goes my only pair of shoes,” Matti laughed, kicking his feet and watching his pants getting soaked.
“If it’s any consolation, my racing shoes suffered the same fate.”
“No consolation. I’ll probably have to buy some ugly flip-flops. Or fisherman’s boots. Damn, this was supposed to be sunshine island, not Venice!”
“It’ll be alright, were probably going to have a great sunset soon,” Jakob tried to encourage Matti. Just then, there was a flash, followed by the ominous rumble of thunder and Jakob gave his friend a sheepish look. “Or not,” he denied his own predictions of a lovely sunset.
“Hurry up!” Matti tugged the suitcase they were holding up between them. “Lets go, before it starts to… rain,” he finished with a grimace, because it had promptly began to rain. “Wonderful…”
“Hey, it’s an island… You were going to get wet, eventually,” Jakob teased, making Matti wish he could pour a bucked of cold water over the guy’s head. If they didn’t get to the damn hotel soon, nature might take care of that herself.
“Come on! Right and then left, the guy said,” Matti pulled Jakob after him and they did hurry, but to no avail. By the time they found the purple building, it was pouring and they were both completely soaked.
Matti stopped and put down his suitcase on the parking-lot pavement. There were no puddles there, yet, but the thing was wet anyway and not waterproof, for all Matti knew. He shrugged, looked up at the clouded heavens and laughed.
“Matti?” Jakob turned around and gave Matti a big-eyed look. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting soaked, that’s what! This is so funny…”
Apparently it was, because Matti kept laughing, but Jakob was not so much amused as he was stunned by how gorgeous Matti looked with his arms spread wide and the wet clothes clinging to his body. Jakob stood there gaping and feeling his temperature rise in spite of the gratuitous cold shower mother-nature was so thoughtful to provide.
When Matti was no longer amused by laughing at the havens, he turned his attention to Jakob and almost stumbled backwards. There was such passion in Jakob’s eyes and such raw desire that the air between them sizzled when they looked at each other. The way their hearts hammered in their chests sounded a lot like thunder and Matti gasped. He called Jakob’s name in a barely audible voice and Jakob was upon him faster than Matti could brace himself. They swayed precariously, but it didn’t matter, not when they were kissing furiously, ravenously, grasping each other with frantic need and completely forgetting to breathe.
A young bell-boy poked his head through the door, saw them, gawked stupidly for a moment and scurried back inside. Before Matti and Jakob stumbled into the lobby, red in the cheeks and literally steaming, every member of the staff was on the alert. The two men tried to calm themselves for a moment, giving the receptionist apologetic looks for leaving puddles all over the floor. If she couldn’t help grinning like an idiot while she checked Matti’s passport with the reservation, Jakob would have brushed it off as nothing but his irresistible charm. But he had eyes for no one else but Matti.
“You have a reservation for three nights, sir,” the woman looked to Matti for confirmation.
“Three nights?” Jakob echoed her, giving Matti an astonished, dreamy look.
“I told you I want to swim with the dolphins,” Matti gave Jakob a sidelong glance and a smirk that would have killed lesser beings.
“Sure you do,” Jakob giggled, of all things, and he leaned against Matti, nudging him to hurry up.
The receptionist ducked behind her tall desk and snickered quietly. She straightened up a moment later and went through the check-in proceedings with a somber face that was the most difficult thing she’d ever had to fake. Those guys were adorable and it was such a great shame that they had to pay for their room…
“Can we get some extra towels, miss?” Jakob smiled pleadingly, his head all but resting on Matti’s shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re all wet.”
“Yes. Sure. Of course. Right away,” the woman stuttered, blushing furiously.
“Maybe we can have our clothes dried too?” Matti asked her, smiling just a fraction less playfully, lest the poor thing had a heart-attack. He elbowed Jakob gently, trying to make him stop the shameless flirting.
“I’ll let you know what we can do about that, sir.”
“Not now, though. Later is fine, we’re not in a hurry,” Jakob supplied, by no means willing to spare the blushing woman. “We would appreciate if very much if we weren’t disturbed for the next couple of hours.”
The receptionist bit her tongue in superhuman effort to not crack up.
“Just put the sign on the door, sir. We will make sure you are not disturbed.”
“Thank you so much. I’ve just flown in from Europe and then I was stuck on the mainland for hours because of the weather. I feel like I could sleep for a week,” Matti tried to salvage the situation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be very, very quiet,” Jakob assured him, with a grin that made Matti wish they were checking into a padded, sound-proof room.
“Here is your key, sir. You have room no. 207. Alberto will help you with your luggage,” the receptionist said and she coughed to hide her laughter when they jumped away from each other, looking over their shoulders.
The bell-boy approached them timidly and Jakob saw ‘Alberto’ written on his name-tag. He heard Matti trying to hold back laughter and not quite making it.
“Good afternoon. Please let me show you to your room. Welcome and have a nice stay,” Alberto said, wondering why the hell those guys were laughing at him.
“I’ll be damned, this kid even looks like Andy’s monkey-boy,” Jakob said, in Danish.
“JAKOB!” Matti hissed. He then turned to the hapless young man and motioned to his suitcase. “Lead the way, sir.”
They were half-way up the stairs, following monkey-boy, as Jakob referred to him affectionately, when Matti felt himself being groped.
“Jakob! Stop that!”
“Why?” Jakob gave him a mock-innocent look and moved a little closer, backing Matti into the wall.
“Have you no shame?!”
“Sorry, I left it in my other suitcase,” Jakob quipped, darting away when he sensed that Matti was about to cuff him on the head. “Hurry up, kid, I’m freezing in these clothes,” Jakob said to Alberto in English.
“Yes, sir.”
He didn’t hurry fast enough, because Jakob made another attempt at molesting a thoroughly outraged Matti, before they could finally shut the bedroom door behind them and have some blessed privacy.
*** *** ***
“I just gave monkey-boy the last of my Curaçao money,” Jakob informed Matti, while he was inspecting the room.
“I’ll pay you back!” Matti called after him, watching Jakob disappear into the bathroom.
“Hey, there’s a hot tub in here! You can start by paying me back in it!” Jakob shouted in response.
Matti shook his head and grinned. Oh yes, he’d missed Jakob a heck of a whole lot… A knock on the door interrupted his musings and Matti answered, collecting the batch of extra towels from the bell-boy. He thanked the guy and hanged the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside-handle. Jakob had finished inspecting the room by the time Matti could finally lock the door and lean against it with a relieved smile.
As he did so, he remembered that they were no less soaking wet and the darker spots on the carpet attested to it.
“We’ve got to get out of these clothes,” Matti stepped out of his compromised shoes and headed to the bathroom, peeling off his shirt as he went. Jakob thought it was an excellent idea and he followed Matti. A minute later, there was a pile of wet clothes in a corner of the bathroom.
“Do you want to have a bath?” Jakob gave Matti a rather speculative look, trying to guess what Matti wanted. He’d come all the way to Curaçao for him and Jakob was more than willing to give Matti anything he wished for.
“I don’t know… do you?” Matti grabbed a big, fluffy towel and dried his hair a bit. He didn’t catch Jakob’s answer because the sight of him naked distracted Matti very much. He’d been shivering as he took off the wet clothes, but a different kind of tremor passed through him when he noticed several bruises and love-bites adorning Jakob’s skin. Hot and cold at the same time, Matti tried with all his might to pretend that he saw nothing and he knew nothing of how Jakob had come by such reminders of his exploits. He swallowed the bile of irrational anger rising in him and willed himself to focus only on the fact that Jakob was there, with him.
“Matti? Are you alright?” Jakob turned around and saw the harsh lines of concentration on Matti’s face. The blue of Matti’s eyes felt cold and Jakob shivered under such an intense scrutiny. “Matti, what’s wrong?”
“Ah, nothing. Nothing, I just…,” Matti broke through the dark thoughts with a smile he hoped was reassuring. “I just noticed that you’ve almost lost the tan lines. Been hanging out on the beach a lot, eh?”
Jakob cocked his head, frowning at the sudden change, but he couldn’t not smile back.
“Yeah, we’ve had some time to even out the tan since we left Europe.”
“Lucky bastards!” Matti reached out for Jakob and caressed his bare shoulder. “You look amazing.”
Jakob’s chest rose with a sharp intake of breath. Goose-bumps spread all over his skin, making Matti take the towel off his shoulders and wrap it around Jakob’s.
“Cold?” Matti pulled Jakob against him, wrapping his arms over the towel and lowering his head to give Jakob a soft kiss. Jakob moaned in response and put his hands on Matti’s hips, bringing their bodies together. They deepened the kiss and muffled matching sounds of satisfaction.
Matti’s hand slid to the back of Jakob’s head, pressing him closer and growling into the kiss, because Jakob’s own hands wandered over Matti’s back, fingers kneading the tense muscles. The towel slipped off unnoticed.
They were fast running out of breath, growing dizzy but absolutely unwilling to stop, when Jakob’s phone rang. And rang. And rang some more.
“Nnnnnnn…. Who the hell…?” Jakob struggled to speak, panting and resting his forehead against Matti’s.
“Who cares, let it ring,” Matti began kissing Jakob again, mouth moving slowly along his jaw.
But the phone continued to make a racket in the bedroom.
“It’s probably Andy...,” Jakob breathed out the last letter of Andy’s name in a long moan, because Matti was teasing his way down the side of his neck. The answer to that was a low and dangerous sound rumbling through Matti’s rib-cage.
There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, filled by Jakob’s cry, when Matti found a tender spot on his collar-bone and promptly renewed the healing bruise. Then, the phone blared again.
“Definitely Andy…,” Jakob rolled his eyes. “He’s not going to quit until I pick up.”
“Don’t!” Matti growled. He kissed his way back to Jakob’s mouth and quieted his reply, making him forget about the phone. Except the ringing in their ears wasn’t strong enough to drown the other, far more annoying noise.
“Oh, fuck!” Jakob sighed, stepping away from Matti and swaying a bit on his feet.
“Don’t pick up, Jakob. Andy can fucking wait,” Matti warned him with a look that allowed no gainsay.
“I know, but…”
“I’ll turn it on silent, then,” Matti said while he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Jakob to gape after him.
By the time Jakob caught up, his phone was already in Matti’s hand and the ringing had stopped.
“Give me that!” Jakob snatched his phone and looked at the display. “Was it him? Did you reject the call?”
“Yes and yes. Turn it off, Jakob, please,” Matti masked his anger with a pleading look.
Jakob’s attention was on the missed calls list. He frowned and debated with himself whether he should call or text Andy, but Matti didn’t leave him much time to think. He stepped behind Jakob, put his arms around his waist and began kissing the nape of Jakob’s neck.
“No more distractions…” Matti breathed hotly on Jakob’s skin. His hands were even more convincing, moving over Jakob’s chest and abdomen, sliding lower and teasing Jakob’s rapidly hardening cock.
“No more,” Jakob breathed, melting against Matti’s chest. He found it very difficult to focus and touch the right places on the phone’s display, shutting it down when it looked like finding the ‘silent’ option was beyond him. Jakob put the phone back on the nightstand and then his hands were free to grab Matti’s thighs and pull him closer.
“That’s better,” Matti purred in Jakob’s ear and he stroked Jakob a couple of times in reward.
Jakob’s head fell back on Matti’s shoulder and he arched himself into the touch. He felt Matti’s erection and backed into it, rolling his hips. Matti made a needful sound that traveled down Jakob’s spine and settled deep inside him, making him swell further in Matti’s hand.
“I want you,” Matti whispered, flicking his tongue over the throbbing pulse-point on Jakob’s neck. His body spoke of want just as clearly and Matti couldn’t help rubbing himself against Jakob’s backside.
“Mmmm, yes…,” Jakob agreed and he’d have gotten on all fours, urging Matti to take him, except, when Matti’s cock slid between his buttocks, a nasty little sting reminded him that he wasn’t quite recovered from his last… adventure. He stopped writhing against Matti.
“Jakob?”
“I… mmmm, Matti!” Jakob shuddered when the fingers on his cock rolled teasingly over the head. “Matti, please…” he cried out softly, but his hand on Matti’s meant to stop the maddening caress.
“What is it?” Matti frowned.
“I… I want you too. So much, Matti, ” Jakob turned his head and tried to kiss Matti. “I just can’t… I’ve got to race tomorrow and… oh, fuck! I need you, but I can’t, not like that,” he sighed, resting his head on Matti’s shoulder.
You were supposed to race today and that didn’t stop you from being fucked yesterday, a cold voice spoke in Matti’s head. You’re sore, don’t think I didn’t feel you growing all tense against me, it said and Matti opened his mouth to let it out. He breathed a disappointed sigh instead, and kissed the side of Jakob’s head, shouting at the voice to be quiet.
“Dammit… and I was hoping I could keep you confined in bed all day,” he teased Jakob, soothed by his laughter. “You might have to get in the saddle, but I don’t… How about that?”
Although he was extremely reluctant to move, Jakob turned around and put his arms around Matti’s neck.
“Sounds like you’re not going to be sorry you asked for it,” he smiled seductively. “Come on, let me take care of you. Let me show you how thankful I am that you’re here.”
There was no escape when Jakob became like that. Nobody could resist the inviting look on his face and Matti had no intention of resisting. He hugged Jakob tight and kissed him thoroughly. Jakob stepped back and lowered himself on the bed, pulling Matti on top of him without breaking the kiss. He grinned against Matti’s lips when he realized that they were lying sideways on the bed. They had to change their position for Jakob to do what he’d just thought of doing.
“Matti, stop. Stop for a moment, while we still can,” he motioned Matti to sit up. “Did you bring something we could use…?”
Matti seemed confused for a moment, lifting himself off Jakob and eyeing him questioningly. Then, he realized what Jakob wanted and he climbed of the bed, looking around for his suitcase. While rummaging through it for the case of cosmetics, Matti noticed that not all of his clothes were wet, but that was irrelevant because where the hell had he put the lubricant? He found it after a little more struggle and returned to bed, where Jakob had made himself comfortable. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a pillow between him and the cold wood, legs spread and hand on his cock. Matti sucked in a sharp breath, looking at Jakob with almost palpable desire.
“Give me that,” Jakob extended his free hand for the lubricant. “Come here,” he motioned Matti to join him on the bed. Matti gave him the recipient and lowered himself on the bed, moving on top of Jakob on his hands and knees. Jakob met his hungry look with that sexy, inviting smile that always made Matti grow hard.
When Matti leaned forward for a kiss, Jakob put his palm against his chest, keeping him in place. He traced Matti’s lower lip with the tip of his tongue and whispered for him to come closer. Because Matti didn’t guess what he wanted, Jakob sat back and put his hands on Matti’s hips, guiding him to move forward. Jakob adjusted himself on the bed, until he found the perfect position for what he had in mind. He ran his hands up Matti’s legs-spread wide to accommodate him-and cocked his head, looking straight at Matti’s erection.
Matti looked down and thought for sure that Jakob would say something crazy, like ‘hello and long time no see’ to his cock, but Jakob didn’t. He curled his fingers around the base of Matti’s erection and moved his hand up and down slowly. His mouth hovered dangerously close to the head and Matti could feel his breath. It made him shiver and issue an impatient sound.
“You want my mouth?” Jakob inched just a little bit closer, his lips touching Matti as he spoke.
“Oh god, yes!” Matti answered with a moan, bracing himself against the wall with one hand. He put the other on Jakob’s head and felt him move. Jakob looked up, eyes locking with Matti’s for one electrifying moment, before letting the head of Matti’s cock slide slowly between his lips.
Matti groaned in bliss and closed his eyes, holding his breath while Jakob took more and more of him into his mouth. His fingers tugged Jakob’s hair when Jakob flicked his tongue against Matti’s cock and both of them growled.
If he wanted to, Jakob could do that forever, tease him and use his mouth to put Matti on edge and bring him back as many times as he fancied, until Matti quivered from head to toe, exhausted and begging for release. He’d be there soon, Matti thought, watching Jakob’s head bob up and down his length, taking him deeper each time. Jakob didn’t try to hold him still when Matti’s hips jerked forward and he pushed himself into the incredible heat. Jakob’s hand stroked and massaged what his mouth couldn’t reach and he matched his breath to the way Matti thrust into his mouth.
When Matti’s moans grew louder and he throbbed on Jakob’s tongue, quickly losing himself to pleasure, Jakob squeezed the base of his cock and sat back, licking his lips. Matti grunted and shook his head, looking down, eyes completely fogged with lust.
“Jakob…,” he pleaded, voice rough and full of need.
Jakob gave him a sultry smile, laid his head against the wall and motioned Matti to come forward. He parted his lips, waiting for Matti to claim his mouth again. Jakob relaxed his throat and hummed around Matti’s cock, encouraging him to thrust as fast and as deep as he wanted.
Matti braced himself with both hands and moved his hips forward. His knees slid on the bed and the muscles in his thighs were quivering with effort, but it was nothing in the wake of how much pleasure Jakob’s mouth brought him. Matti struggled not to choke Jakob, or bang his head against the wall, but it was almost impossible to control himself when Jakob took him to the back of his throat each time he thrust forward.
“Nnnnnnn,” Jakob growled when he began to taste Matti’s climax nearing. He stilled the frantic movement of Matti’s hips and pushed him back. “Sssh, slow down a little,” he asked Matti, his voice low and rough.
“Sorry…, ” Matti panted, looking down at Jakob’s swollen lips and wanting to kiss him savagely. When he tired lower himself on top of Jakob, he was held in place.
“Stay like this, I’m not done,” Jakob beckoned him.
“If you take me in your mouth again, I won’t last long.”
“Then I won’t take you in my mouth,” Jakob grinned. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Matti’s hip-bone, then sat back and groped for the tube of lubricant. While Matti watched with great interest, Jakob poured a generous amount onto his hand and slicked his fingers, trying to warm the gel. “You can have my hand, for now, and then, my cock,” Jakob said, making Matti shudder and moan.
He made good his words, using his hand to massage the base of Matti’s cock, then rolled the taut sac beneath between his fingers in a way that made Matti’s eyes slip shut. He groaned loudly and spread his legs further, meeting Jakob’s wandering fingers. Jakob stopped and added some more lube before resting his forehead against Matti’s abdomen and holding his hip with one hand. The fingers of the other slid between Matti’s buttocks and into him, teasing the tight ring of muscles and breaching him slowly.
Sweat broke out all over Matti’s skin and he struggled to stay still while Jakob took his time preparing him. But he could endure it only for so long and he began to rock into those fingers, moaning Jakob’s name and asking for more. More came and Matti almost did the same when Jakob rubbed the sensitive spot inside him, making stars explode before Matti’s eyes. He cried out once, twice and then again, when Jakob brushed that spot. Then, Jakob removed his fingers and leaned back on the bed. Without his hands supporting him, Matti almost fell. He shook himself and knelt at Jakob’s side, breath coming out in quick, short gasps.
Jakob smiled, satisfied and giddy with excitement at the same time. He took Matti’s hand and poured some lubricant into the upturned palm.
“Hurry,” he urged Matti, welcoming the slick touch of Matti’s hand with a loud moan. Jakob lay back and panted, feeling just how much he’d enjoyed pleasuring Matti. He was beyond hard and wouldn’t last a minute unless Matti stopped stroking him like that. “Enough… Matti, please, stop!”
Matti squeezed his cock one more time, making Jakob bite his lip hard.
“Ready?” Matti asked him, straddling Jakob’s hips and watching Jakob intently.
“I’m too ready!” Jakob took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He nodded and balled the cover into his fists, all of him tense and still, while Matti positioned himself and slid down on his cock. Neither of them made a sound, brows furrowed in concentration, breathing harshly through their noses. Matti’s thighs quivered under the strain of his weight and the pain of being stretched so wide, but he bore it, lowering himself until Jakob was fully inside.
Jakob’s head had fallen on the pillow and he looked at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. When Matti sat down on him and exhaled loudly, Jakob’s own breath rushed out of his burning lungs. He willed himself not to move even if his cock ached for release, squeezed so tight. Jakob raised his head and looked at Matti, calling his name in a breathless whisper full of awe and need.
Matti’s discomfort faded to a dull ache and then turned into the incredible sensation of being filled. He moved, tentatively, eyes locked with Jakob’s. Beneath him, Jakob rolled his hips, moaning low in his throat. He squeezed Matti’s knee and arched into him, watching how Matti’s head fell back and how he raised himself, muscles tense and cock hard against his belly. Then, Matti fell back down with a hoarse cry and Jakob echoed him, nearly coming undone.
For as long as he could, Jakob watched Matti moving up and down his cock, his back arched and skin gleaming with sweat. He bore down on Jakob faster, grinding against him and angling his hips just right. His breath caught each time Jakob bucked into him and he squeezed the hot shaft inside him in a way that drove Jakob to the very brink.
Matti leaned back, supporting himself on one arm and taking hold of his cock with the other. He was panting with exertion, stroking himself fast and bucking into his own hand. He clenched around Jakob so hard that Jakob felt he might die and what a way to go, but Matti was getting there first and he cried out so loud that everyone in the purple building must have heard how good he felt. Before he was fully spent, Jakob sat up, pulled Matti against him and gave him a sloppy kiss. Matti moaned with every breath he took and he was pliant in Jakob’s hands, when Jakob laid him back and bent his legs.
Jakob could hardly see straight and every nerve in his body screamed for the pleasure in him to uncoil. He thrust into Matti hard and fast, biting his knee to muffle his own hoarse cries. He shook and tottered, about to collapse on top of his lover, while heat and friction pulled every ounce of energy right out of him. Jakob somehow managed to move back and then he fell at Matti’s side, panting harshly. Matti groped for his hand and squeezed it, laughing breathlessly when he came to his senses enough to realize that the world was upside-down. Jakob was too high and to faint to tell up from down, but he recognized Matti’s laughter and snickered in response, his head hanging over the side of the bed just like Matti’s.
*** *** ***
“What happened here?” Matti touched a little cut just above Jakob’s hip.
“A rock or a shell, I don’t know,” Jakob told him.
They were soaking in the tub, letting the hot water and the bubbles relax them further. Matti sat with his back against the tub and Jakob had settled himself between his legs, enjoying the light massage Matti was giving him.
“What about here?” Matti scooped a handful of water and poured it over an abrasion on Jakob’s shoulder-blade.
“Sand, I guess…, ” Jakob winced.
“And here?” Matti put his finger on Jakob’s shoulder, between two red, crescent marks.
“Teeth,” Jakob looked at the spot, unsettled by how clinical Matti’s voice sounded and how he wanted to know about little wounds someone else had inflicted upon Jakob. “Can we not talk about this right now? Just hold be, please.”
“Alright, whatever you say,” Matti replied lightly. He ran his palms over Jakob’s back and raised himself to wrap his arms around the man he loved so much. He kissed Jakob’s shoulder, wondering how on Earth could the guy be so amazing and yet cause him so much unwitting agony?
Damn you, Andy! Damn you, damn you, damn you to hell! Matti shouted within the confines of his mind. You hateful bastard, using Jakob like this, hurting him, playing with his feelings, mocking him… mocking me! If your boyfriend had any idea what you…
Matti’s breath caught and his eyes widened. Alberto…, his inner voice growled.
Compassion for how much the guy suffered even without Andy’s blatant infidelity should have made Matti banish the thought. But Alberto deserved to know and maybe he’d find a way to rid them of goddamned Andy! For a while Jakob put the idea out of Matti’s mind, being wonderful and loving Matti, but soon, it was all about Andy again and when he had the gall to be smug about regaining Jakob’s attention, Matti had no choice. He took Alberto’s number from Andy’s phone and called, the next night, when Jakob was not in his bed, but with Andy.
Pairing: Jakob Fuglsang/Matti Breschel, with brief cameo by Andy Schleck and Fränk Schleck
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just my imagination. Am making no profit whatsoever from this.
Warning: some angst here and there
Summary: Jakob is on vacation in Curaçao with Andy, Fränk and a bunch of other guys, but sadly, Matti isn't one of them. Because he misses him too much and utterly resents knowing that Jakob is permanently on Andy's heels, Matti takes a surprise flight across the Atlantic, arriving in Curaçao on the day of the fabled race. But a violent storm postpones the event, giving Matti and Jakob time for a very intense reunion.
A/N: Technically, Matti isn't and was never in Curaçao this year. But what else is plot magic for, if not to take him where Jakob is?
During the events in this fic, Alberto is confined to Pinto, in silenzio stampa with all the world, Andy included.
This fic is for pippilottah,and her gorgeous Matti who's mouth I am madly in love with. Thanks so much for the constant inspiration and have fun!
MAIN VERSE MASTERPOST with links to all fics in chronological order.
Date: 6.11.2010
Location: Curaçao
“Hello? Matti?”
Jakob put his hand of cards on the small table and excused himself, leaving the game of poker he was playing with Fränk and Andy.
“Hey, I don’t know what you’re saying. Hold on, maybe the signal is bad in here,” Jakob tried not to shout into the phone while stepping out on the balcony. The air was fresh and wet, rain still threatening to fall, and Jakob shivered a little. “Matti? Say something now.”
“Can you hear me?” Matti’s voice was much clearer and Jakob smiled when he heard it.
“Yes! Hey, how are you?”
“Jetlagged and impatient, you?” Matti replied.
“I’m just killing time at the hotel. There was this huge storm that flooded everything and we couldn’t race today, so they sent us back to the hotel wet and miserable,” Jakob answered in one breath, making Matti smile from ear to ear.
“I know. I saw the storm roll off from the mainland and figured it would hit you guys just before the race.”
“Yeah, it was pretty scary, with lightning and… wait, what?! You saw what, from where?” Jakob did a doubletake and thought he hadn’t heard right.
“Jakob, do you think you can take a taxi and come to the airport? They tell me the roads are passable now,” Matti replied casually, but there was also much amusement in his voice.
“COME to the airport?! Matti, are you… where are you?” Jakob was wide-eyed and quite breathless.
“At the airport.”
“What?! Here, on this island?!”
“Hey, lower you voice, I’m going deaf here. Yes, I’m in Curaçao. My plane landed with hours of delay because of your damned storm, but I’m here,” Matti told his friend.
“But… seriously?”
“Yes. Come here and see for yourself.”
“You’re not kidding. What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to swim with dolphins too,” Matti supplied, laughing when he heard Jakob’s incredulous snort.
“And you just flew over here without saying a word to anyone? I thought you were at home.”
“I was. And then I wanted to be here. So, I’m here. Will you come and pick me up?”
“Yes. Hold on, I’ll put something else on and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Wait until I tell the guys…,” Jakob grinned, walking back into the room.
“No, don’t tell them,” Matti answered quickly.
Jakob stopped mid-way through the room and frowned.
“Why not? Is something wrong?”
“No, no. We’ll surprise them later, OK? It’s just… I’d like to see only you right now, if that’s possible.”
“It’s possible,” Jakob whispered into the phone. He was smiling broadly and color had risen in his cheeks, making both brothers give him concerned looks. “I’ll be right there,” he added.
“Alright. I’ll have something to eat while I’m waiting,” Matti told him. He was about to add that he’d missed Jakob and couldn’t wait to see him, but he realized he’d be talking to himself. Jakob had hung up with a quick ‘see you soon’.
“Is everything alright?” Fränk asked Jakob, when he saw the younger man darting about the room and digging into the closet for more substantial clothes than shorts.
Jakob muttered some reply that only he understood.
“Hey, who was that? Matti?” Andy wanted to know.
“Yeah, he said to say hello to you guys,” Jakob offered, running to the bathroom and pulling off his clothes. He rushed to get himself into the pair of jeans he’d picked up and then frowned when he saw that his shirt could have used some ironing.
“What are you doing?” Andy followed his friend, intrigued to see Jakob trying to fix his hair with one hand while brushing his teeth with the other. “Are you going somewhere?”
Jakob made some unintelligible noise.
”Where are you in such a hurry to get to? Can I come?” Andy leaned against the door-frame and grinned at Jakob’s efforts to coordinate himself. “Is it a girl?” Andy wiggled his eyebrows.
“Nnnn!”
“No? Then what? Come on, tell me.”
Jakob turned the cold water on and flicked some droplets toward Andy, trying to make him go away.
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, when he was done brushing his teeth and noticed Andy still standing there, looking curious and smiling smugly at the same time.
“When? And how long will you be gone? Are we still on for dinner or will you be…” Andy insisted.
“Not now, Andy. Come on, get out of the way. I’m in a hurry. Do something useful and find my wallet.”
Even though he was very put off by Jakob’s mysterious behavior, Andy shrugged and pointed to the closest nightstand. Jakob’s wallet was there, unlike Andy’s, which might have been anywhere, possibly not in Andy’s possession anymore.
“OK, thanks. Don’t worry you guys, it’s alright. I’ll be back. Have fun kicking his ass, Fränk!” Jakob pointed to the cards and then beamed a brilliant smile to counter Andy’s pout. “Take care! Bye!”
Jakob practically jumped into his shoes and ran out of the room, leaving two intrigued brothers to stare after him.
“What was that?” Fränk looked to his little brother for more information.
“Fuck if I know...,” Andy shrugged. “Maybe he was tired of being beaten at poker and put on this show to get out.”
Fränk picked up the hand that Jakob had thrown face-down.
“I hate say this to you, Andy, but he was winning.”
*** *** ***
The hotel receptionist had found Jakob a cab and they’d literally navigated the water-soaked streets of Curaçao. Jakob thanked the driver and paid him a lot more than the guy had asked, because he couldn’t wait to pick up the change. He darted from the car and into the main building of the cozy little airport, looking around and trying to avoid collision with several people. Jakob finally spotted Matti near a newspaper stand, surrounded by Japanese women. He was sipping from a bottle of water and checking out one of the papers, oblivious to the chattering and the long glances the women were giving him.
“Matti! Matti, over here!” Jakob called out, loud enough to make everyone around him stop and stare. He smiled and waved when Matti reacted to the sound of his voice. When he got close enough to see how great Matti looked and how he beamed at the mere sight of him, Jakob laughed excitedly and plowed through the gawking women.
“You’re really here…,” he whispered breathlessly, stopping just in front of Matti.
“Yeah… Hi,” Matti took in Jakob’s brilliant smile, his flushed cheeks, the excitement in his eyes and thought that a trans-Atlantic flight plus hours of boring delay had been more than worth it.
“Hi…, ” Jakob replied softly and then couldn’t refrain from throwing his arms around Matti’s neck, squeezing him tight and making a happy noise.
Matti held him close and they hugged each other for a long moment, completely unaware of the giggling women and the way they squealed ‘kawaiiiii’, outright ogling the pair of beautiful men.
“So… this is a good surprise, right? You seem happy to see me,” Matti said when Jakob stepped back.
“Are you kidding? It’s great! A big surprise but wow, I’m more than happy to see you,” Jakob kept smiling broadly, those dimples of his making several people weak in the knees, Matti among them.
“Good. Let’s get out of here and we can talk about that. Don’t look now, but a lot of people are staring at us.”
“Let them stare. We’re beautiful,” Jakob laughed and nudged Matti with his shoulder.
“And modest, as usual,” Matti countered.
“Mmmhmm,” Jakob smiled smugly and picked up Matti’s small suitcase. “Damn, I should have told the cab-driver to wait for us!”
“We’ll find another car. How are the roads?”
“No good for cycling, I can tell you that much. Come on,” Jakob grabbed Matti’s arm and pulled him in the direction of the main entrance, dragging the suitcase behind them.
When they were outside, Jakob had some trouble finding another taxi and he left Matti to take in his surroundings. Matti was giving the ashy sky some doubtful looks when Jakob motioned him to get into the car he’d stopped.
“Welcome to Curaçao, sir,” the cabbie saluted Matti in accented English, taking his luggage and storing it in the trunk.
“Thank you,” Matti nodded, joining Jakob in the car.
“What is our destination? I should check with the dispatch for the most passable route. We’ve had the most unfortunate weather, sir,” the driver sat behind the wheel and turned around, looking at Matti as he spoke.
“We’re going to…” Jakob began but he stopped when Matti pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the driver.
“Take us here, please. I hope it’s possible. If not, just drop us off at the closest place,” Matti instructed their driver. He saw Jakob gaping and turned toward him, switching back to Danish. “What is it?”
“Matti… we’re not going to our hotel?”
“No. Not yet. I took the liberty of booking a room for myself someplace else.”
“You don’t feel like seeing the guys?” Jakob asked, with a sad little smile.
“It’s not that. They were fully booked at your hotel and… honestly… I’d rather not bump into Andy every other minute while I’m with you.”
Jakob’s first reaction was to frown some more, but then, his eyes lit with understanding and he smiled playfully.
“Could it be that you want me all to yourself?”
“Yes. That’s exactly how it is,” Matti gave his friend a meaningful look. “I missed you, Jakob. I just had to come here and see you.”
Jakob was overwhelmed and he couldn’t react past making a soft exclamation of awe. He swayed a little under Matti’s intense gaze and reached out for one of his hands. Jakob squeezed Matti’s fingers and whispered ‘I missed you too’, while the driver was trying to tell them that he could only take them as far as such-and-such building.
‘Hello, pretty people! Don’t do that in my car… wait until you’re in your goddamned room!’ the cabbie rolled his eyes and drove away to the sound of horns blaring for him to get moving. He tried to focus on the road and not eavesdrop on the garbled conversation going on in the back of the car.
Matti exhaled loudly, fighting the urge to grab Jakob, tear his clothes off and have him right there. Or just to kiss him. Kissing was enough to make him lose control. Luckily, Jakob seemed to understand that and he refrained from doing what he usually did when they were together in the back-seat of a cab. He sat close to Matti and held his hand, instead.
“Matti, if you’re going to tell me that you came here only because you wanted to see me… I might cry,” Jakob murmured, resting his head on Matti’s shoulder.
“I don’t have any tissues,” Matti laughed softly, twining his fingers with Jakob’s and raising their joined hands to his lips.
The guy in the driver’s seat happened to look in the mirror just then and he barely managed to stop himself from hitting the breaks. It made perfect sense that those two were so gay for each other… they were just too pretty and polished, trashy European models who wore scarves in any weather and were doing drugs half the time. The kid with the dimples certainly looked as high as a kite.
“Gentlemen, dispatch told me that there is still a lot of water on the road where we are going so I’ll have to drop you off two streets away from your hotel. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience. Perhaps you will have more luck taking the sidewalk.”
“It’s alright, sir. Thank you. It won’t be the first time I’ve been knee deep in water today, I think I’m getting used to it,” Jakob replied.
The cabbie thought it wiser to say nothing, because he had no idea if the guy was joking or being ironic. Fortunately, they reached the end of passable road and the driver pulled over, climbing on the sidewalk where the water level seemed to be less alarming.
“Dammit, I only have Euros,” Matti frowned when he wanted to pay the cab-fare. “Jakob?”
“It’s OK, I still have some local money,” he handed the driver and bill and then another one, looking a bit confused. “Is that enough, sir?”
“Tip him well, Jakob, he looks a little traumatized…, ” Matti muttered in Danish.
“Why? I haven’t even jumped you,” Jakob laughed, but he added and extra bill, giving the cabbie his biggest tip of the day. “Thank you. Could you help us with directions from here?” he switched back to English.
“Sure. You walk until the first intersection, make a right, cross the street, make a left and you should be there. You can’t miss the building, it’s purple.”
“Thanks again,” Matti nodded. “Don’t get out, you’ll get your shoes wet. Ours are goners anyway, so we’ll get the suitcase from the trunk, OK?”
The cabbie couldn’t agree more and he was grinning when the model people got out, yelling and laughing to find themselves ankle deep in water. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. He waved back to them when ‘dimples’ flashed him a smile and called out something the guy couldn’t hear. He’d have sat and amused himself a bit more by watching those guys splash on the sidewalk, but he was called for another client and that’s the last he saw of them until the next day, when ‘dimples’ turned out to be a famous cycling pro. His boyfriend too!
“There goes my only pair of shoes,” Matti laughed, kicking his feet and watching his pants getting soaked.
“If it’s any consolation, my racing shoes suffered the same fate.”
“No consolation. I’ll probably have to buy some ugly flip-flops. Or fisherman’s boots. Damn, this was supposed to be sunshine island, not Venice!”
“It’ll be alright, were probably going to have a great sunset soon,” Jakob tried to encourage Matti. Just then, there was a flash, followed by the ominous rumble of thunder and Jakob gave his friend a sheepish look. “Or not,” he denied his own predictions of a lovely sunset.
“Hurry up!” Matti tugged the suitcase they were holding up between them. “Lets go, before it starts to… rain,” he finished with a grimace, because it had promptly began to rain. “Wonderful…”
“Hey, it’s an island… You were going to get wet, eventually,” Jakob teased, making Matti wish he could pour a bucked of cold water over the guy’s head. If they didn’t get to the damn hotel soon, nature might take care of that herself.
“Come on! Right and then left, the guy said,” Matti pulled Jakob after him and they did hurry, but to no avail. By the time they found the purple building, it was pouring and they were both completely soaked.
Matti stopped and put down his suitcase on the parking-lot pavement. There were no puddles there, yet, but the thing was wet anyway and not waterproof, for all Matti knew. He shrugged, looked up at the clouded heavens and laughed.
“Matti?” Jakob turned around and gave Matti a big-eyed look. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting soaked, that’s what! This is so funny…”
Apparently it was, because Matti kept laughing, but Jakob was not so much amused as he was stunned by how gorgeous Matti looked with his arms spread wide and the wet clothes clinging to his body. Jakob stood there gaping and feeling his temperature rise in spite of the gratuitous cold shower mother-nature was so thoughtful to provide.
When Matti was no longer amused by laughing at the havens, he turned his attention to Jakob and almost stumbled backwards. There was such passion in Jakob’s eyes and such raw desire that the air between them sizzled when they looked at each other. The way their hearts hammered in their chests sounded a lot like thunder and Matti gasped. He called Jakob’s name in a barely audible voice and Jakob was upon him faster than Matti could brace himself. They swayed precariously, but it didn’t matter, not when they were kissing furiously, ravenously, grasping each other with frantic need and completely forgetting to breathe.
A young bell-boy poked his head through the door, saw them, gawked stupidly for a moment and scurried back inside. Before Matti and Jakob stumbled into the lobby, red in the cheeks and literally steaming, every member of the staff was on the alert. The two men tried to calm themselves for a moment, giving the receptionist apologetic looks for leaving puddles all over the floor. If she couldn’t help grinning like an idiot while she checked Matti’s passport with the reservation, Jakob would have brushed it off as nothing but his irresistible charm. But he had eyes for no one else but Matti.
“You have a reservation for three nights, sir,” the woman looked to Matti for confirmation.
“Three nights?” Jakob echoed her, giving Matti an astonished, dreamy look.
“I told you I want to swim with the dolphins,” Matti gave Jakob a sidelong glance and a smirk that would have killed lesser beings.
“Sure you do,” Jakob giggled, of all things, and he leaned against Matti, nudging him to hurry up.
The receptionist ducked behind her tall desk and snickered quietly. She straightened up a moment later and went through the check-in proceedings with a somber face that was the most difficult thing she’d ever had to fake. Those guys were adorable and it was such a great shame that they had to pay for their room…
“Can we get some extra towels, miss?” Jakob smiled pleadingly, his head all but resting on Matti’s shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re all wet.”
“Yes. Sure. Of course. Right away,” the woman stuttered, blushing furiously.
“Maybe we can have our clothes dried too?” Matti asked her, smiling just a fraction less playfully, lest the poor thing had a heart-attack. He elbowed Jakob gently, trying to make him stop the shameless flirting.
“I’ll let you know what we can do about that, sir.”
“Not now, though. Later is fine, we’re not in a hurry,” Jakob supplied, by no means willing to spare the blushing woman. “We would appreciate if very much if we weren’t disturbed for the next couple of hours.”
The receptionist bit her tongue in superhuman effort to not crack up.
“Just put the sign on the door, sir. We will make sure you are not disturbed.”
“Thank you so much. I’ve just flown in from Europe and then I was stuck on the mainland for hours because of the weather. I feel like I could sleep for a week,” Matti tried to salvage the situation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be very, very quiet,” Jakob assured him, with a grin that made Matti wish they were checking into a padded, sound-proof room.
“Here is your key, sir. You have room no. 207. Alberto will help you with your luggage,” the receptionist said and she coughed to hide her laughter when they jumped away from each other, looking over their shoulders.
The bell-boy approached them timidly and Jakob saw ‘Alberto’ written on his name-tag. He heard Matti trying to hold back laughter and not quite making it.
“Good afternoon. Please let me show you to your room. Welcome and have a nice stay,” Alberto said, wondering why the hell those guys were laughing at him.
“I’ll be damned, this kid even looks like Andy’s monkey-boy,” Jakob said, in Danish.
“JAKOB!” Matti hissed. He then turned to the hapless young man and motioned to his suitcase. “Lead the way, sir.”
They were half-way up the stairs, following monkey-boy, as Jakob referred to him affectionately, when Matti felt himself being groped.
“Jakob! Stop that!”
“Why?” Jakob gave him a mock-innocent look and moved a little closer, backing Matti into the wall.
“Have you no shame?!”
“Sorry, I left it in my other suitcase,” Jakob quipped, darting away when he sensed that Matti was about to cuff him on the head. “Hurry up, kid, I’m freezing in these clothes,” Jakob said to Alberto in English.
“Yes, sir.”
He didn’t hurry fast enough, because Jakob made another attempt at molesting a thoroughly outraged Matti, before they could finally shut the bedroom door behind them and have some blessed privacy.
*** *** ***
“I just gave monkey-boy the last of my Curaçao money,” Jakob informed Matti, while he was inspecting the room.
“I’ll pay you back!” Matti called after him, watching Jakob disappear into the bathroom.
“Hey, there’s a hot tub in here! You can start by paying me back in it!” Jakob shouted in response.
Matti shook his head and grinned. Oh yes, he’d missed Jakob a heck of a whole lot… A knock on the door interrupted his musings and Matti answered, collecting the batch of extra towels from the bell-boy. He thanked the guy and hanged the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside-handle. Jakob had finished inspecting the room by the time Matti could finally lock the door and lean against it with a relieved smile.
As he did so, he remembered that they were no less soaking wet and the darker spots on the carpet attested to it.
“We’ve got to get out of these clothes,” Matti stepped out of his compromised shoes and headed to the bathroom, peeling off his shirt as he went. Jakob thought it was an excellent idea and he followed Matti. A minute later, there was a pile of wet clothes in a corner of the bathroom.
“Do you want to have a bath?” Jakob gave Matti a rather speculative look, trying to guess what Matti wanted. He’d come all the way to Curaçao for him and Jakob was more than willing to give Matti anything he wished for.
“I don’t know… do you?” Matti grabbed a big, fluffy towel and dried his hair a bit. He didn’t catch Jakob’s answer because the sight of him naked distracted Matti very much. He’d been shivering as he took off the wet clothes, but a different kind of tremor passed through him when he noticed several bruises and love-bites adorning Jakob’s skin. Hot and cold at the same time, Matti tried with all his might to pretend that he saw nothing and he knew nothing of how Jakob had come by such reminders of his exploits. He swallowed the bile of irrational anger rising in him and willed himself to focus only on the fact that Jakob was there, with him.
“Matti? Are you alright?” Jakob turned around and saw the harsh lines of concentration on Matti’s face. The blue of Matti’s eyes felt cold and Jakob shivered under such an intense scrutiny. “Matti, what’s wrong?”
“Ah, nothing. Nothing, I just…,” Matti broke through the dark thoughts with a smile he hoped was reassuring. “I just noticed that you’ve almost lost the tan lines. Been hanging out on the beach a lot, eh?”
Jakob cocked his head, frowning at the sudden change, but he couldn’t not smile back.
“Yeah, we’ve had some time to even out the tan since we left Europe.”
“Lucky bastards!” Matti reached out for Jakob and caressed his bare shoulder. “You look amazing.”
Jakob’s chest rose with a sharp intake of breath. Goose-bumps spread all over his skin, making Matti take the towel off his shoulders and wrap it around Jakob’s.
“Cold?” Matti pulled Jakob against him, wrapping his arms over the towel and lowering his head to give Jakob a soft kiss. Jakob moaned in response and put his hands on Matti’s hips, bringing their bodies together. They deepened the kiss and muffled matching sounds of satisfaction.
Matti’s hand slid to the back of Jakob’s head, pressing him closer and growling into the kiss, because Jakob’s own hands wandered over Matti’s back, fingers kneading the tense muscles. The towel slipped off unnoticed.
They were fast running out of breath, growing dizzy but absolutely unwilling to stop, when Jakob’s phone rang. And rang. And rang some more.
“Nnnnnnn…. Who the hell…?” Jakob struggled to speak, panting and resting his forehead against Matti’s.
“Who cares, let it ring,” Matti began kissing Jakob again, mouth moving slowly along his jaw.
But the phone continued to make a racket in the bedroom.
“It’s probably Andy...,” Jakob breathed out the last letter of Andy’s name in a long moan, because Matti was teasing his way down the side of his neck. The answer to that was a low and dangerous sound rumbling through Matti’s rib-cage.
There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, filled by Jakob’s cry, when Matti found a tender spot on his collar-bone and promptly renewed the healing bruise. Then, the phone blared again.
“Definitely Andy…,” Jakob rolled his eyes. “He’s not going to quit until I pick up.”
“Don’t!” Matti growled. He kissed his way back to Jakob’s mouth and quieted his reply, making him forget about the phone. Except the ringing in their ears wasn’t strong enough to drown the other, far more annoying noise.
“Oh, fuck!” Jakob sighed, stepping away from Matti and swaying a bit on his feet.
“Don’t pick up, Jakob. Andy can fucking wait,” Matti warned him with a look that allowed no gainsay.
“I know, but…”
“I’ll turn it on silent, then,” Matti said while he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Jakob to gape after him.
By the time Jakob caught up, his phone was already in Matti’s hand and the ringing had stopped.
“Give me that!” Jakob snatched his phone and looked at the display. “Was it him? Did you reject the call?”
“Yes and yes. Turn it off, Jakob, please,” Matti masked his anger with a pleading look.
Jakob’s attention was on the missed calls list. He frowned and debated with himself whether he should call or text Andy, but Matti didn’t leave him much time to think. He stepped behind Jakob, put his arms around his waist and began kissing the nape of Jakob’s neck.
“No more distractions…” Matti breathed hotly on Jakob’s skin. His hands were even more convincing, moving over Jakob’s chest and abdomen, sliding lower and teasing Jakob’s rapidly hardening cock.
“No more,” Jakob breathed, melting against Matti’s chest. He found it very difficult to focus and touch the right places on the phone’s display, shutting it down when it looked like finding the ‘silent’ option was beyond him. Jakob put the phone back on the nightstand and then his hands were free to grab Matti’s thighs and pull him closer.
“That’s better,” Matti purred in Jakob’s ear and he stroked Jakob a couple of times in reward.
Jakob’s head fell back on Matti’s shoulder and he arched himself into the touch. He felt Matti’s erection and backed into it, rolling his hips. Matti made a needful sound that traveled down Jakob’s spine and settled deep inside him, making him swell further in Matti’s hand.
“I want you,” Matti whispered, flicking his tongue over the throbbing pulse-point on Jakob’s neck. His body spoke of want just as clearly and Matti couldn’t help rubbing himself against Jakob’s backside.
“Mmmm, yes…,” Jakob agreed and he’d have gotten on all fours, urging Matti to take him, except, when Matti’s cock slid between his buttocks, a nasty little sting reminded him that he wasn’t quite recovered from his last… adventure. He stopped writhing against Matti.
“Jakob?”
“I… mmmm, Matti!” Jakob shuddered when the fingers on his cock rolled teasingly over the head. “Matti, please…” he cried out softly, but his hand on Matti’s meant to stop the maddening caress.
“What is it?” Matti frowned.
“I… I want you too. So much, Matti, ” Jakob turned his head and tried to kiss Matti. “I just can’t… I’ve got to race tomorrow and… oh, fuck! I need you, but I can’t, not like that,” he sighed, resting his head on Matti’s shoulder.
You were supposed to race today and that didn’t stop you from being fucked yesterday, a cold voice spoke in Matti’s head. You’re sore, don’t think I didn’t feel you growing all tense against me, it said and Matti opened his mouth to let it out. He breathed a disappointed sigh instead, and kissed the side of Jakob’s head, shouting at the voice to be quiet.
“Dammit… and I was hoping I could keep you confined in bed all day,” he teased Jakob, soothed by his laughter. “You might have to get in the saddle, but I don’t… How about that?”
Although he was extremely reluctant to move, Jakob turned around and put his arms around Matti’s neck.
“Sounds like you’re not going to be sorry you asked for it,” he smiled seductively. “Come on, let me take care of you. Let me show you how thankful I am that you’re here.”
There was no escape when Jakob became like that. Nobody could resist the inviting look on his face and Matti had no intention of resisting. He hugged Jakob tight and kissed him thoroughly. Jakob stepped back and lowered himself on the bed, pulling Matti on top of him without breaking the kiss. He grinned against Matti’s lips when he realized that they were lying sideways on the bed. They had to change their position for Jakob to do what he’d just thought of doing.
“Matti, stop. Stop for a moment, while we still can,” he motioned Matti to sit up. “Did you bring something we could use…?”
Matti seemed confused for a moment, lifting himself off Jakob and eyeing him questioningly. Then, he realized what Jakob wanted and he climbed of the bed, looking around for his suitcase. While rummaging through it for the case of cosmetics, Matti noticed that not all of his clothes were wet, but that was irrelevant because where the hell had he put the lubricant? He found it after a little more struggle and returned to bed, where Jakob had made himself comfortable. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a pillow between him and the cold wood, legs spread and hand on his cock. Matti sucked in a sharp breath, looking at Jakob with almost palpable desire.
“Give me that,” Jakob extended his free hand for the lubricant. “Come here,” he motioned Matti to join him on the bed. Matti gave him the recipient and lowered himself on the bed, moving on top of Jakob on his hands and knees. Jakob met his hungry look with that sexy, inviting smile that always made Matti grow hard.
When Matti leaned forward for a kiss, Jakob put his palm against his chest, keeping him in place. He traced Matti’s lower lip with the tip of his tongue and whispered for him to come closer. Because Matti didn’t guess what he wanted, Jakob sat back and put his hands on Matti’s hips, guiding him to move forward. Jakob adjusted himself on the bed, until he found the perfect position for what he had in mind. He ran his hands up Matti’s legs-spread wide to accommodate him-and cocked his head, looking straight at Matti’s erection.
Matti looked down and thought for sure that Jakob would say something crazy, like ‘hello and long time no see’ to his cock, but Jakob didn’t. He curled his fingers around the base of Matti’s erection and moved his hand up and down slowly. His mouth hovered dangerously close to the head and Matti could feel his breath. It made him shiver and issue an impatient sound.
“You want my mouth?” Jakob inched just a little bit closer, his lips touching Matti as he spoke.
“Oh god, yes!” Matti answered with a moan, bracing himself against the wall with one hand. He put the other on Jakob’s head and felt him move. Jakob looked up, eyes locking with Matti’s for one electrifying moment, before letting the head of Matti’s cock slide slowly between his lips.
Matti groaned in bliss and closed his eyes, holding his breath while Jakob took more and more of him into his mouth. His fingers tugged Jakob’s hair when Jakob flicked his tongue against Matti’s cock and both of them growled.
If he wanted to, Jakob could do that forever, tease him and use his mouth to put Matti on edge and bring him back as many times as he fancied, until Matti quivered from head to toe, exhausted and begging for release. He’d be there soon, Matti thought, watching Jakob’s head bob up and down his length, taking him deeper each time. Jakob didn’t try to hold him still when Matti’s hips jerked forward and he pushed himself into the incredible heat. Jakob’s hand stroked and massaged what his mouth couldn’t reach and he matched his breath to the way Matti thrust into his mouth.
When Matti’s moans grew louder and he throbbed on Jakob’s tongue, quickly losing himself to pleasure, Jakob squeezed the base of his cock and sat back, licking his lips. Matti grunted and shook his head, looking down, eyes completely fogged with lust.
“Jakob…,” he pleaded, voice rough and full of need.
Jakob gave him a sultry smile, laid his head against the wall and motioned Matti to come forward. He parted his lips, waiting for Matti to claim his mouth again. Jakob relaxed his throat and hummed around Matti’s cock, encouraging him to thrust as fast and as deep as he wanted.
Matti braced himself with both hands and moved his hips forward. His knees slid on the bed and the muscles in his thighs were quivering with effort, but it was nothing in the wake of how much pleasure Jakob’s mouth brought him. Matti struggled not to choke Jakob, or bang his head against the wall, but it was almost impossible to control himself when Jakob took him to the back of his throat each time he thrust forward.
“Nnnnnnn,” Jakob growled when he began to taste Matti’s climax nearing. He stilled the frantic movement of Matti’s hips and pushed him back. “Sssh, slow down a little,” he asked Matti, his voice low and rough.
“Sorry…, ” Matti panted, looking down at Jakob’s swollen lips and wanting to kiss him savagely. When he tired lower himself on top of Jakob, he was held in place.
“Stay like this, I’m not done,” Jakob beckoned him.
“If you take me in your mouth again, I won’t last long.”
“Then I won’t take you in my mouth,” Jakob grinned. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Matti’s hip-bone, then sat back and groped for the tube of lubricant. While Matti watched with great interest, Jakob poured a generous amount onto his hand and slicked his fingers, trying to warm the gel. “You can have my hand, for now, and then, my cock,” Jakob said, making Matti shudder and moan.
He made good his words, using his hand to massage the base of Matti’s cock, then rolled the taut sac beneath between his fingers in a way that made Matti’s eyes slip shut. He groaned loudly and spread his legs further, meeting Jakob’s wandering fingers. Jakob stopped and added some more lube before resting his forehead against Matti’s abdomen and holding his hip with one hand. The fingers of the other slid between Matti’s buttocks and into him, teasing the tight ring of muscles and breaching him slowly.
Sweat broke out all over Matti’s skin and he struggled to stay still while Jakob took his time preparing him. But he could endure it only for so long and he began to rock into those fingers, moaning Jakob’s name and asking for more. More came and Matti almost did the same when Jakob rubbed the sensitive spot inside him, making stars explode before Matti’s eyes. He cried out once, twice and then again, when Jakob brushed that spot. Then, Jakob removed his fingers and leaned back on the bed. Without his hands supporting him, Matti almost fell. He shook himself and knelt at Jakob’s side, breath coming out in quick, short gasps.
Jakob smiled, satisfied and giddy with excitement at the same time. He took Matti’s hand and poured some lubricant into the upturned palm.
“Hurry,” he urged Matti, welcoming the slick touch of Matti’s hand with a loud moan. Jakob lay back and panted, feeling just how much he’d enjoyed pleasuring Matti. He was beyond hard and wouldn’t last a minute unless Matti stopped stroking him like that. “Enough… Matti, please, stop!”
Matti squeezed his cock one more time, making Jakob bite his lip hard.
“Ready?” Matti asked him, straddling Jakob’s hips and watching Jakob intently.
“I’m too ready!” Jakob took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He nodded and balled the cover into his fists, all of him tense and still, while Matti positioned himself and slid down on his cock. Neither of them made a sound, brows furrowed in concentration, breathing harshly through their noses. Matti’s thighs quivered under the strain of his weight and the pain of being stretched so wide, but he bore it, lowering himself until Jakob was fully inside.
Jakob’s head had fallen on the pillow and he looked at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. When Matti sat down on him and exhaled loudly, Jakob’s own breath rushed out of his burning lungs. He willed himself not to move even if his cock ached for release, squeezed so tight. Jakob raised his head and looked at Matti, calling his name in a breathless whisper full of awe and need.
Matti’s discomfort faded to a dull ache and then turned into the incredible sensation of being filled. He moved, tentatively, eyes locked with Jakob’s. Beneath him, Jakob rolled his hips, moaning low in his throat. He squeezed Matti’s knee and arched into him, watching how Matti’s head fell back and how he raised himself, muscles tense and cock hard against his belly. Then, Matti fell back down with a hoarse cry and Jakob echoed him, nearly coming undone.
For as long as he could, Jakob watched Matti moving up and down his cock, his back arched and skin gleaming with sweat. He bore down on Jakob faster, grinding against him and angling his hips just right. His breath caught each time Jakob bucked into him and he squeezed the hot shaft inside him in a way that drove Jakob to the very brink.
Matti leaned back, supporting himself on one arm and taking hold of his cock with the other. He was panting with exertion, stroking himself fast and bucking into his own hand. He clenched around Jakob so hard that Jakob felt he might die and what a way to go, but Matti was getting there first and he cried out so loud that everyone in the purple building must have heard how good he felt. Before he was fully spent, Jakob sat up, pulled Matti against him and gave him a sloppy kiss. Matti moaned with every breath he took and he was pliant in Jakob’s hands, when Jakob laid him back and bent his legs.
Jakob could hardly see straight and every nerve in his body screamed for the pleasure in him to uncoil. He thrust into Matti hard and fast, biting his knee to muffle his own hoarse cries. He shook and tottered, about to collapse on top of his lover, while heat and friction pulled every ounce of energy right out of him. Jakob somehow managed to move back and then he fell at Matti’s side, panting harshly. Matti groped for his hand and squeezed it, laughing breathlessly when he came to his senses enough to realize that the world was upside-down. Jakob was too high and to faint to tell up from down, but he recognized Matti’s laughter and snickered in response, his head hanging over the side of the bed just like Matti’s.
*** *** ***
“What happened here?” Matti touched a little cut just above Jakob’s hip.
“A rock or a shell, I don’t know,” Jakob told him.
They were soaking in the tub, letting the hot water and the bubbles relax them further. Matti sat with his back against the tub and Jakob had settled himself between his legs, enjoying the light massage Matti was giving him.
“What about here?” Matti scooped a handful of water and poured it over an abrasion on Jakob’s shoulder-blade.
“Sand, I guess…, ” Jakob winced.
“And here?” Matti put his finger on Jakob’s shoulder, between two red, crescent marks.
“Teeth,” Jakob looked at the spot, unsettled by how clinical Matti’s voice sounded and how he wanted to know about little wounds someone else had inflicted upon Jakob. “Can we not talk about this right now? Just hold be, please.”
“Alright, whatever you say,” Matti replied lightly. He ran his palms over Jakob’s back and raised himself to wrap his arms around the man he loved so much. He kissed Jakob’s shoulder, wondering how on Earth could the guy be so amazing and yet cause him so much unwitting agony?
Damn you, Andy! Damn you, damn you, damn you to hell! Matti shouted within the confines of his mind. You hateful bastard, using Jakob like this, hurting him, playing with his feelings, mocking him… mocking me! If your boyfriend had any idea what you…
Matti’s breath caught and his eyes widened. Alberto…, his inner voice growled.
Compassion for how much the guy suffered even without Andy’s blatant infidelity should have made Matti banish the thought. But Alberto deserved to know and maybe he’d find a way to rid them of goddamned Andy! For a while Jakob put the idea out of Matti’s mind, being wonderful and loving Matti, but soon, it was all about Andy again and when he had the gall to be smug about regaining Jakob’s attention, Matti had no choice. He took Alberto’s number from Andy’s phone and called, the next night, when Jakob was not in his bed, but with Andy.