Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Title: Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Summary: This one might be heaven-sent, Matt, so don't screw it up!
Disclaimer: The only thing here that is mine is the plot. I do not intend to besmirch any actual people, whom I also don't own. The title belongs to Nat King Cole from "Orange Colored Sky."
Sun flooded the room around him, and he twisted his naked body between the sheets. Then he shot to a sitting position. Where the hell am I? Brian flung himself out of the bed and threw on the clothes that were laid on a nearby chair. He threw the door of the room open, and was met with the sight of Matt's living room. Brian felt relief and panic tear him up inside. Did we have sex? Brian ran his hands through his messy hair frantically, ripping through rat's nests made by hair product. He began pacing in the living room, until he couldn't take it anymore. He went upstairs and looked for Matt's bedroom. Just as he went to knock on the door, it opened. He was met with the sight of a naked Matt.
"Uh, I-I-" Brian stuttered as the door slammed shut. This was the wonderful start to a Saturday. He went back downstairs and waited in the kitchen. Brian took the time to appreciate how much better Matt's house was than his apartment. When he heard footsteps, he perked up with anticipation.
Matt was fully dressed, and heading to the cupboard. "What would you like for breakfast?"
Brian cleared his throat. "Uh, what happened last night?"
Matt blushed. "You fell asleep watching TV, and I had to help you to bed."
"Why was I naked?" Brian asked, squirming in his seat.
Matt chuckled nervously. "You started stripping down before you got into bed. Made me feel awkward."
"Yeah," Brian said a little too loudly with a giggle of his own. "So what's for breakfast?"
"Um, there's cereal, I have a few eggs in the fridge, we could have toast... I think that's about it."
"Do you have powdered sugar?"
"Uh... no...?"
Brian shrugged. "I'll make French toast anyway. Do you have butter and milk?"
"Kinda. I have soy milk and margarine."
Working together, the two men went about trying to make breakfast. There were a few mess-ups where Brian would splash batter at Matt. For the most part, though, they were successful, and sat down to a nice meal at the small kitchen table.
"Want something to drink?" Matt asked.
"Orange juice would be nice, if you have it." Brian smiled to himself when Matt instantly got up. "Do you have any plans for the day?"
Matt paused as he was getting a pair of cups out. "No, not really."
"I need to go furniture shopping for my apartment. Would you mind coming with?" Brian asked hopefully as Matt poured the drinks.
"Sure, I'll go."
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Thus it was that Matt stood next to Brian amidst a plethora of display living rooms. He was quickly discovering how much fun shopping actually was; especially with Brian. They were at that moment looking at a rather small living room set. However, once Brian saw the price, he scoffed and walked away.
"What's wrong with it?" Matt asked.
"That is way too pricey," Brian said with a laugh. "Why do the small ones cost more?"
"They're considered stylish."
"It was a rhetorical question." Matt stuck his tongue out at Brian, who laughed again. "Anyway, where haven't we looked yet?"
They spent a couple hours wracking the store for anything that was within the pre-designated budget. Even though it was such a mundane task, Matt found that when he got bored, watching Brian livened him up a bit. For when Brian turned this way or that, Matt got a view of the man's profile. The cute, rounded tip of his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his perfect, wild hair. If Matt also found a good reason for it, he liked brushing up against Brian, and found that the other man had a very nice build. The area from his neck to his chest was smooth skin concealing muscle - power and grace. And if Matt needed to talk to Brian, he made sure to make eye contact; if only to revel in the perfectly warm and lively depths of the other man's eyes. Matt suddenly had a surging need to kiss Brian. He found his attention was turned to the pink lips making dramatic movements as Brian spoke.
"This one!" Brian exclaimed. Matt's heart jump-started when he practically felt electric excitement in the air around Brian.
"What about it?"
"It's fantastic! It's small, cheap, but at the same time, nice!"
"Are you going to get it today?"
"Yeah. I'm going to go find the sales-dude."
"I'll wait here," Matt said, flopping down onto the couch. He cringed when he found out that it was a rather hard surface. I want Brian to have better than this. The gravity of such a thought slammed into his conscious, and it made Matt's heart thump in his chest.
It was like a missing piece had fallen into place with a violent suddenness, and Matt knew he needed to take full advantage of this opportunity. By the time Brian came back, Matt had built a new resolve.
They got back to Brian's apartment in the city, where a delivery truck brought the furniture. It was moved in, and Brian and Matt spent the afternoon organizing the apartment.
"It's really nice of you to do this, you know," Brian said as they rested on the new couch.
"No pro-" he was cut off by a kiss. It was dry, warm, rough, and heaven. Matt breathed in through his nose and caught Brian's scent of aftershave (the strongest), cigarette (made him remember the car), and something else (probably pheromones). When they pulled away, Matt had to make himself breathe. "Wow..."
"I, uh..." Brian was at a loss for words, and he scooted away, giving Matt some space.
"It's OK," Matt said softly. "I was waiting for that." He went across the couch after Brian, and pressed his lips to Brian's. It really was so wonderful that he thought he would cry. He had been missing out this whole time. Brian's lips separated, and his hot, wet tongue darted out to Matt. From there, it escalated into heated caresses and then rough, hungry - Oh GOD - grinding, thumping bodies and mouths. Matt was convinced he had gone from solid matter to pure heat and energy. His hands were splayed out on Brian's fleshy shoulders, pinning the other man's upper body to the back of the couch. Their groins were pressed together with intense power, and Matt let his hips pulsate against Brian's.
Matt broke the kiss, and went on to ravage Brian's neck with fierce passion. He let his mouth open and close sloppily on the hot flesh, and drug his teeth along. He lapped the salty sweat forming on the back of Brian's neck, and traced his tongue back along Brian's jaw, nibbling at the earlobe briefly. "Mmm!" Matt paused when the high-pitched moan left Brian's lips. After that, the moans kept coming. Matt panted against Brian's skin as he sucked and licked his way back to Brian's lips. He was fully aware that they both had hard-ons; he wasn't sure of what to do next, so he guessed that a hand job was the least he could do.
He maneuvered their bodies so that Brian was on his lap, and they were chest-to-back. Matt unzipped Brian's jeans and slid them down, along with the boxers - Brian helped by lifting his hips. Matt scratched his nails gently up Brian's thighs; Brian threw his head back with a low groan, but Matt was preoccupied with avoiding getting smacked in the face. He massaged his way in towards Brian's cock, and just when he was about to touch it, he pulled one hand back and stopped.
"Nngh, don't stop..." Brian whined. However, the next thing out of his mouth was a whimper when he heard Matt spit into the hand he had pulled away. Next thing he knew, Matt was stroking him off. Gentle and firm at first, gradually increasing the grip and speed.
The slight wetness between hand and cock was intense. The friction was mind-blowing.
Matt placed his other hand on Brian's abs so they were pressed close together, and Matt's erection was pressed against Brian's ass through the pants. Brian rolled his hips to get more of that sensation and they both moaned. Matt built a nice rhythm to Brian's hips, and added a thumb that slid over Brian's moistened head.
"Oh..nn..yeah..." Brian growled. "Faster... please!" Matt bit down on Brian's clothed shoulder and sped up even more. Brian shuddered and came hard, his body tightening up as his cum spurted out onto the carpet. "Ah, fuck! Matt!"
When they calmed down, Brian shifted off of Matt, careful to not step on the new stains. He saw Matt's erection, put one hand on Matt's chest, and started pushing Matt down.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked, a little scared.
"You'll like it, don't worry," was the mischievous reply. Matt watched, dumbfounded, as Brian unzipped him and pulled his boxers down enough to release the cock. A few strokes, and Brian was working the tip further and further down his throat. "Oh my god!" Brian laughed around the cock; the vibrations made Matt shiver, and he scratched his stubby nails along the couch. Brian started to bob his head and suck in his cheeks when he pulled back. Matt was trying to keep his hips still - his brow was furrowed in concentration - but the sensations he got all up and down his body were making an inner rhythm he could not suppress. He started bucking, and Brian took it as a cue to stay still; with one hand around the length he didn't have in his mouth, and another massaging the tightened balls.
"Auh! Ohhhhh..." Matt knew he couldn't last. He let himself go, cumming down Brian's throat. He felt the other man swallowing, and he could barely believe it. Brian lapped up Matt's cock, and pulled away with a smirk.
Matt sat up in a daze, more relaxed than he had been in a long time. He supposed he should help Brian clean up, and that was exactly what he did: they worked in complete silence. Finally, when the silence was becoming too much, Matt cleared his throat. "So, uh, that was amazing." Brian laughed.
"I knew you'd like it. Hey, wanna go out to dinner somewhere? We never went anywhere last night."
"I think I'd like that, too." When Matt added a smile to his response, Brian stared at him. "What?"
"You have the most fantastic smile I've ever seen."
They both leaned in for a kiss where Matt could still taste a little of himself on Brian. That felt right. When they pulled back, they both had a smirk and heavy-lidded eyes, as if they had been intoxicated with the sweetest of drugs... nay, aphrodisiacs. They finished cleaning up, and made themselves presentable before heading off to dinner at a restaurant chosen by Brian.
"You never told me what sort of online business you run," Matt said suddenly, as they started into their meal. It must've caught Brian by surprise, because the man let his fork fall to the plate with a loud clatter.
"Oh I- Yeah, never did..." Brian said as he recovered the cutlery.
"Well, what is it?" Matt asked expectantly. Brian gave him a funny look.
"Promise not to laugh?" he asked with a quiet voice.
"Promise."
"I do personal horoscopes. It's uh... It's a hobby. My most popular are sex horoscopes." Brian paused, but then he started rambling. "I know it sounds really girly but it's a fantastic enterprise and I have high hopes for it because of the fact that it caters to such a curious population of people and maybe sometime in the future I thought of adding tarot readings just maybe and I do celebrity love matches and personal matches and sometimes I do couples' natal charts and it can be really fun I'll do ours if you want and who knows maybe-"
"Brian," Matt said with light tone, "shut up. Or at least, calm down. You don't have to be so nervous about it: I think it's a good enterprise, too. It's admirable that you would turn a hobby into a small business." Brian had the largest smile on his face that Matt had seen yet. Matt added, "You should smile more like you are now."
Brian gave a small laugh. "You're..." he stopped, looking away with a blush. Matt raised his eyebrows and waited for Brian to continue. "...wonderful."
"Thanks," Matt said, genuinely touched.
When dinner was done and they had politely refused desert, they left promptly to Brian's apartment. Once there, they tried to figure out a sleeping arrangement since Brian refused to let Matt drive all the way home. Pulling out the couch, however, turned out to be quite impossible.
"You didn't get a sleeper couch?" Matt asked. Brian cringed.
"It would appear so. I can't believe I didn't think of that. You sleep on the bed, I'll take one for the team."
"Aw, c'mon. We'll share the bed," Matt said. It sounded friendly, but there was a lot of hope behind that, too.
"It's only a twin. And I steal blankets."
"That's fine: so do I! We'll have a tug-o-war in our sleep, and technically we'll be splitting the blankets 50-50." Brian laughed outright at Matt's logic.
"Well, if you insist."
After brushing teeth - Matt used a finger - and stripping to boxers, the two large men clambered into the small bed. They shifted against each other and tried to situate themselves comfortably under the sheets - a fair start to the the promised tug-o-war. Just as they became still and tried to fall asleep, Brian's last words were:
"Y'know, we would probably fit if we were lesbians."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Summary: This one might be heaven-sent, Matt, so don't screw it up!
Disclaimer: The only thing here that is mine is the plot. I do not intend to besmirch any actual people, whom I also don't own. The title belongs to Nat King Cole from "Orange Colored Sky."
Sun flooded the room around him, and he twisted his naked body between the sheets. Then he shot to a sitting position. Where the hell am I? Brian flung himself out of the bed and threw on the clothes that were laid on a nearby chair. He threw the door of the room open, and was met with the sight of Matt's living room. Brian felt relief and panic tear him up inside. Did we have sex? Brian ran his hands through his messy hair frantically, ripping through rat's nests made by hair product. He began pacing in the living room, until he couldn't take it anymore. He went upstairs and looked for Matt's bedroom. Just as he went to knock on the door, it opened. He was met with the sight of a naked Matt.
"Uh, I-I-" Brian stuttered as the door slammed shut. This was the wonderful start to a Saturday. He went back downstairs and waited in the kitchen. Brian took the time to appreciate how much better Matt's house was than his apartment. When he heard footsteps, he perked up with anticipation.
Matt was fully dressed, and heading to the cupboard. "What would you like for breakfast?"
Brian cleared his throat. "Uh, what happened last night?"
Matt blushed. "You fell asleep watching TV, and I had to help you to bed."
"Why was I naked?" Brian asked, squirming in his seat.
Matt chuckled nervously. "You started stripping down before you got into bed. Made me feel awkward."
"Yeah," Brian said a little too loudly with a giggle of his own. "So what's for breakfast?"
"Um, there's cereal, I have a few eggs in the fridge, we could have toast... I think that's about it."
"Do you have powdered sugar?"
"Uh... no...?"
Brian shrugged. "I'll make French toast anyway. Do you have butter and milk?"
"Kinda. I have soy milk and margarine."
Working together, the two men went about trying to make breakfast. There were a few mess-ups where Brian would splash batter at Matt. For the most part, though, they were successful, and sat down to a nice meal at the small kitchen table.
"Want something to drink?" Matt asked.
"Orange juice would be nice, if you have it." Brian smiled to himself when Matt instantly got up. "Do you have any plans for the day?"
Matt paused as he was getting a pair of cups out. "No, not really."
"I need to go furniture shopping for my apartment. Would you mind coming with?" Brian asked hopefully as Matt poured the drinks.
"Sure, I'll go."
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Thus it was that Matt stood next to Brian amidst a plethora of display living rooms. He was quickly discovering how much fun shopping actually was; especially with Brian. They were at that moment looking at a rather small living room set. However, once Brian saw the price, he scoffed and walked away.
"What's wrong with it?" Matt asked.
"That is way too pricey," Brian said with a laugh. "Why do the small ones cost more?"
"They're considered stylish."
"It was a rhetorical question." Matt stuck his tongue out at Brian, who laughed again. "Anyway, where haven't we looked yet?"
They spent a couple hours wracking the store for anything that was within the pre-designated budget. Even though it was such a mundane task, Matt found that when he got bored, watching Brian livened him up a bit. For when Brian turned this way or that, Matt got a view of the man's profile. The cute, rounded tip of his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his perfect, wild hair. If Matt also found a good reason for it, he liked brushing up against Brian, and found that the other man had a very nice build. The area from his neck to his chest was smooth skin concealing muscle - power and grace. And if Matt needed to talk to Brian, he made sure to make eye contact; if only to revel in the perfectly warm and lively depths of the other man's eyes. Matt suddenly had a surging need to kiss Brian. He found his attention was turned to the pink lips making dramatic movements as Brian spoke.
"This one!" Brian exclaimed. Matt's heart jump-started when he practically felt electric excitement in the air around Brian.
"What about it?"
"It's fantastic! It's small, cheap, but at the same time, nice!"
"Are you going to get it today?"
"Yeah. I'm going to go find the sales-dude."
"I'll wait here," Matt said, flopping down onto the couch. He cringed when he found out that it was a rather hard surface. I want Brian to have better than this. The gravity of such a thought slammed into his conscious, and it made Matt's heart thump in his chest.
It was like a missing piece had fallen into place with a violent suddenness, and Matt knew he needed to take full advantage of this opportunity. By the time Brian came back, Matt had built a new resolve.
They got back to Brian's apartment in the city, where a delivery truck brought the furniture. It was moved in, and Brian and Matt spent the afternoon organizing the apartment.
"It's really nice of you to do this, you know," Brian said as they rested on the new couch.
"No pro-" he was cut off by a kiss. It was dry, warm, rough, and heaven. Matt breathed in through his nose and caught Brian's scent of aftershave (the strongest), cigarette (made him remember the car), and something else (probably pheromones). When they pulled away, Matt had to make himself breathe. "Wow..."
"I, uh..." Brian was at a loss for words, and he scooted away, giving Matt some space.
"It's OK," Matt said softly. "I was waiting for that." He went across the couch after Brian, and pressed his lips to Brian's. It really was so wonderful that he thought he would cry. He had been missing out this whole time. Brian's lips separated, and his hot, wet tongue darted out to Matt. From there, it escalated into heated caresses and then rough, hungry - Oh GOD - grinding, thumping bodies and mouths. Matt was convinced he had gone from solid matter to pure heat and energy. His hands were splayed out on Brian's fleshy shoulders, pinning the other man's upper body to the back of the couch. Their groins were pressed together with intense power, and Matt let his hips pulsate against Brian's.
Matt broke the kiss, and went on to ravage Brian's neck with fierce passion. He let his mouth open and close sloppily on the hot flesh, and drug his teeth along. He lapped the salty sweat forming on the back of Brian's neck, and traced his tongue back along Brian's jaw, nibbling at the earlobe briefly. "Mmm!" Matt paused when the high-pitched moan left Brian's lips. After that, the moans kept coming. Matt panted against Brian's skin as he sucked and licked his way back to Brian's lips. He was fully aware that they both had hard-ons; he wasn't sure of what to do next, so he guessed that a hand job was the least he could do.
He maneuvered their bodies so that Brian was on his lap, and they were chest-to-back. Matt unzipped Brian's jeans and slid them down, along with the boxers - Brian helped by lifting his hips. Matt scratched his nails gently up Brian's thighs; Brian threw his head back with a low groan, but Matt was preoccupied with avoiding getting smacked in the face. He massaged his way in towards Brian's cock, and just when he was about to touch it, he pulled one hand back and stopped.
"Nngh, don't stop..." Brian whined. However, the next thing out of his mouth was a whimper when he heard Matt spit into the hand he had pulled away. Next thing he knew, Matt was stroking him off. Gentle and firm at first, gradually increasing the grip and speed.
The slight wetness between hand and cock was intense. The friction was mind-blowing.
Matt placed his other hand on Brian's abs so they were pressed close together, and Matt's erection was pressed against Brian's ass through the pants. Brian rolled his hips to get more of that sensation and they both moaned. Matt built a nice rhythm to Brian's hips, and added a thumb that slid over Brian's moistened head.
"Oh..nn..yeah..." Brian growled. "Faster... please!" Matt bit down on Brian's clothed shoulder and sped up even more. Brian shuddered and came hard, his body tightening up as his cum spurted out onto the carpet. "Ah, fuck! Matt!"
When they calmed down, Brian shifted off of Matt, careful to not step on the new stains. He saw Matt's erection, put one hand on Matt's chest, and started pushing Matt down.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked, a little scared.
"You'll like it, don't worry," was the mischievous reply. Matt watched, dumbfounded, as Brian unzipped him and pulled his boxers down enough to release the cock. A few strokes, and Brian was working the tip further and further down his throat. "Oh my god!" Brian laughed around the cock; the vibrations made Matt shiver, and he scratched his stubby nails along the couch. Brian started to bob his head and suck in his cheeks when he pulled back. Matt was trying to keep his hips still - his brow was furrowed in concentration - but the sensations he got all up and down his body were making an inner rhythm he could not suppress. He started bucking, and Brian took it as a cue to stay still; with one hand around the length he didn't have in his mouth, and another massaging the tightened balls.
"Auh! Ohhhhh..." Matt knew he couldn't last. He let himself go, cumming down Brian's throat. He felt the other man swallowing, and he could barely believe it. Brian lapped up Matt's cock, and pulled away with a smirk.
Matt sat up in a daze, more relaxed than he had been in a long time. He supposed he should help Brian clean up, and that was exactly what he did: they worked in complete silence. Finally, when the silence was becoming too much, Matt cleared his throat. "So, uh, that was amazing." Brian laughed.
"I knew you'd like it. Hey, wanna go out to dinner somewhere? We never went anywhere last night."
"I think I'd like that, too." When Matt added a smile to his response, Brian stared at him. "What?"
"You have the most fantastic smile I've ever seen."
They both leaned in for a kiss where Matt could still taste a little of himself on Brian. That felt right. When they pulled back, they both had a smirk and heavy-lidded eyes, as if they had been intoxicated with the sweetest of drugs... nay, aphrodisiacs. They finished cleaning up, and made themselves presentable before heading off to dinner at a restaurant chosen by Brian.
"You never told me what sort of online business you run," Matt said suddenly, as they started into their meal. It must've caught Brian by surprise, because the man let his fork fall to the plate with a loud clatter.
"Oh I- Yeah, never did..." Brian said as he recovered the cutlery.
"Well, what is it?" Matt asked expectantly. Brian gave him a funny look.
"Promise not to laugh?" he asked with a quiet voice.
"Promise."
"I do personal horoscopes. It's uh... It's a hobby. My most popular are sex horoscopes." Brian paused, but then he started rambling. "I know it sounds really girly but it's a fantastic enterprise and I have high hopes for it because of the fact that it caters to such a curious population of people and maybe sometime in the future I thought of adding tarot readings just maybe and I do celebrity love matches and personal matches and sometimes I do couples' natal charts and it can be really fun I'll do ours if you want and who knows maybe-"
"Brian," Matt said with light tone, "shut up. Or at least, calm down. You don't have to be so nervous about it: I think it's a good enterprise, too. It's admirable that you would turn a hobby into a small business." Brian had the largest smile on his face that Matt had seen yet. Matt added, "You should smile more like you are now."
Brian gave a small laugh. "You're..." he stopped, looking away with a blush. Matt raised his eyebrows and waited for Brian to continue. "...wonderful."
"Thanks," Matt said, genuinely touched.
When dinner was done and they had politely refused desert, they left promptly to Brian's apartment. Once there, they tried to figure out a sleeping arrangement since Brian refused to let Matt drive all the way home. Pulling out the couch, however, turned out to be quite impossible.
"You didn't get a sleeper couch?" Matt asked. Brian cringed.
"It would appear so. I can't believe I didn't think of that. You sleep on the bed, I'll take one for the team."
"Aw, c'mon. We'll share the bed," Matt said. It sounded friendly, but there was a lot of hope behind that, too.
"It's only a twin. And I steal blankets."
"That's fine: so do I! We'll have a tug-o-war in our sleep, and technically we'll be splitting the blankets 50-50." Brian laughed outright at Matt's logic.
"Well, if you insist."
After brushing teeth - Matt used a finger - and stripping to boxers, the two large men clambered into the small bed. They shifted against each other and tried to situate themselves comfortably under the sheets - a fair start to the the promised tug-o-war. Just as they became still and tried to fall asleep, Brian's last words were:
"Y'know, we would probably fit if we were lesbians."