Teenage Kicks [1/1]

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Title: Teenage Kicks
Author: Eve atlaregay
Pairing: Flykarth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Ain't my boys. Title to Teenage Kicks by The Undertones.
Summary: In which Alex holds Matt tight and gives him teenage kicks right through the night.

A/N: My third ever Flykarth! This one started out as a roleplay piece too. But it's just so perfect, I had to complete and edit. B-e-a-utiful. I think I'm falling in love with teen!Flykarth. I'm quite sure the ending sucked compared to what I was imagining, but ah well. Additionally, if you're the person that originally roleplayed this with me, please, for the love of God, here's my Tumblr, get in contact right now.

Comments would give me great joy, my loves.

Alex stumbled into his best friend's house way after midnight that Friday, giggling and tripping over his feet as he locked the door up behind him.

Matt's parents were away for the week, so it was just the dark-haired sixteen-year-old and his siblings at home. Alex had attended his cousin's house party and gotten a little drunk, and he knew he would, so he'd asked Matt if he could crash at his place afterwards with the spare key so his parents wouldn't see him like that. The house was all quiet, lights off, and Alex wandered into the front room to find Matt dozing on the sofa in front of a Disney movie with the lamp on. The younger boy rolled his eyes, kicked his Converse off and plonked himself into Matt's lap heavily, giggling and prodding his tummy.

"Wakey-wakey, rise and shine," he sang under his breath.

Matt whined in protest, sleepily waving a hand at Alex in an attempt to get him to move.

"Go 'way," he mumbled, burying his face in the sofa cushion. "M'sleeping."

His words were unconvincing in the threatening sense though, seeing as he was still half-asleep. Alex giggled more, gently shaking Matt's shoulders.

"Well it's wake-up time now!" he protested. "Come on! I wanna tell you about this girl I kissed tonight."

He bounced around in Matt's lap, trying to jolt him awake. Matt groaned, but slowly sat up, tucking his head into the crook of Alex's neck so he didn't have to hold himself up.

"Fine," he mumbled, even though the last thing he wanted to hear about was the other's hook-ups. Jealousy flared up in him whenever Alex mentioned them.

Alex had only ever hooked up with three girls, and one of them was a girlfriend, Lisa Ruocco, he'd had for six months last year. This girl from the party counted as the fourth, and he always told Matt.

"Yay!" he practically squealed, hugging his friend. He rubbed Matt's upper arm as he talked. "So I was coming outta the bathroom 'cause I went to piss and she called on me from the bedroom where all the coats were, she's my cousin's friend, and she was saying she couldn't find her jacket to get her phone so I helped her look and she kissed me on the cheek when we found it and then I kissed her properly and we made out for, like, twenty minutes! Cool, right? But she was, um, kinda... I don't know. Really eager. She was kind of a rough kisser... she wanted to blow me but I told her I didn't wanna so I went downstairs again. I felt kinda mean, but..." he shrugged and giggled again.

"Uh-huh," Matt said absentmindedly as Alex spoke. He wasn't really listening; if anything, he was trying to block out the details. He liked the way the younger boy was touching him, though, and he subconsciously leaned into the contact.

"You don't sound very happy for me," Alex huffed, pretending he was annoyed about it, but he was in too good a mood for that, really. "Are you jealous? Just 'cause you've only kissed one girl in your whole life!"

"Not jealous of you," Matt replied, hiding his blush in Alex's shoulder. "M'happy for you, but you can only be so enthusiastic when your best friend wakes you up in the middle of the night."

"Why? Were ya having a wet dream?" Alex teased, poking his tummy again and collapsing into another fit of giggles.

Matt yelped when Alex poked him, and he shook his head quickly. "No, you idiot, I was just sleeping. Not everyone has wet dreams every night, you know."

Alex petted Matt's hair and thumbed his lip ring gently with a contented sigh when he regained composure. Matt's lap was very comfy, and he liked sitting in it at the best of times. He made a little noise of contentment when Alex's hands went to his hair, and he looked up at him with big eyes.

"I don't have wet dreams every night! Don't imply that, Matthew! Besides, it was you who made a mess in your sheets every day for a week when you got a crush on that girl Kendra," he reminded him, and then continued giggling, unable to stay serious for more than a couple of minutes.

Matt was blinking at him like a little lost puppy and it was pretty cute. Alex liked teasing him.

Matt blushed again, darker this time. Kendra hadn't even been the reason. It was Alex he'd developed the crush on, and he'd lied to keep him from freaking out.

"Shut up," he mumbled, unconvincingly.

Alex shook his head, but he was still grinning like an idiot.

"You get awful cute when you blush," he rolled his eyes. "Anyways. The last time you kissed anybody, it was Cristina, and that was only for ten minutes. And it was a dare. And it was, what, eight months ago? I gotta get you hooked up with somebody, bro!"

Matt shook his head, a little too quickly. "No," he said in protest, wrapping his arms around Alex's neck, practically clinging to him. "I don't wanna get hooked up with someone."

Except for you, he wanted to add. But he didn't. He couldn't do that. Alex didn't even know he liked boys.

"Why not? Are you scared? It's really easy, I promise! You'd like it lots," Alex insisted, gently trying to pull his arms off and failing. Then he got a bright, slightly drunken idea. "Hey! I know! I could teach you!"

Matt froze, looking up at Alex with wide eyes. "R-really?" he stuttered. "I mean, um..."

He trailed off. He knew that Alex was drunk, that he might not even remember this, but he couldn't help but want to go with his idea. Who wouldn't? It was a perfect opportunity and he didn't even have to work to get it. It was literally placed right in his lap.

Alex wasn't really that drunk anyways, just kind of giddy and giggly. He smelled of fruity alcoholic beverages and he was teaching his best friend some tricks of the trade. Everyone was a winner.

"Yeah! You want me to?" he grinned, looking slightly mischievous.

Matt nodded slowly, his cheeks pink. "I, um-- y-yeah," he finally managed to get out. "Yeah, please."

Alex's grin got wider, and he pushed Matt to sit back on the sofa. "Okay then!" he clapped his hands before linking them around the back of the older boy's neck. "Just relax and go with it. Copy what I do."

He planted one soft kiss on Matt's lips and he felt him freeze up a little, which made him giggle and keep going. Alex gave him lots of little closed mouth kisses before he started licking at Matt's lip ring.

Matt kissed him back, his eyes falling shut as he put his hands on Alex's shoulders, pulling himself closer. His breath hitched when the older boy started playing with his piercing, and his mouth fell open a bit by instinct.

Alex teased his tongue into Matt's mouth, humming and smiling at the way he tasted. He gave slightly harder kisses, shuffling forward a little in his lap so he was sitting on the older boy's groin. Not that Matt seemed to mind -- Alex had noted he was enjoying this a whole lot indeed. Matt couldn't stop himself when a moan slipped out of his mouth, high-pitched and breathy. He intertwined his tongue with Alex's, arching into him, desperately causing their bodies to touch.

Alex was surprised at the moan, even though he'd kind of been expecting it, but he didn't pull away to comment. Matt seemed to be getting really quite excited. Alex hummed again, pulling on his friend's bottom lip and piercing with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before releasing again and getting back to the kiss. As a further experiment, Alex gently did a tiny bit of grinding into Matt's lap, just for a few seconds.

Matt outright gasped when Alex ground down onto him, and he pulled away to look at him with wide eyes, pupils blown.

"Jesus, Lex," he breathed, then paused, biting his lip. "Can-- can I try something?" he asked softly.

Matt looked strange when he pulled away, all stunned and lusty. It was different to what Alex usually saw in his face.

"Sure you can," he answered just as softly, stroking Matt's jawline, just once, just quickly.

Matt shivered at the touch, and nodded, then ducked his head down to trail his lips along Alex's neck, starting at his jaw and working his way down to his collarbone. Alex could feel Matt's lip ring pressing into his skin, and how warm and wet his mouth was from kissing before. He laced his fingers up through the other boy's hair, giving gentle tugs. It felt nice, he wasn't going to lie. Matt was very tender and careful about it, almost like he was scared.

"I wanna do that!" Alex burst out after a few minutes of sitting still, pulling Matt's hair a little harder to make him stop.

As good as it was for Alex, Matt seemed to be getting enough pleasure from this for the both of them, so Alex wanted to treat him and do more of the work. Matt's breath caught in his throat when Alex pulled on his hair, and he nodded, pressing a final kiss to Alex's neck before pulling away. He still couldn't believe any of this was happening, let alone that it was this good. And the hair-pulling? It was one of his favorite things in the world, so the fact that it was Alex's fingers made it even better.

Alex buried his face away into Matt's neck, and hell, he was rough about it this time. He bit and sucked away at the skin to his heart's content, and apparently Matt's as well. He kept one hand in the boy's hair and he kept tugging, sometimes harder than he meant to, but he could feel Matt breathing heavily above him. His chest was heaving, almost in a way that made Alex slightly concerned, but he didn't stop what he was doing until there were five blotchy bruises rapidly spreading on his friend's neck. Matt took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes falling shut for a second.

"God, you're good at that," he managed to wheeze out, looking down at Alex as he played with his hair, running his fingers through the strands.

"You're panting like a dog," Alex giggled, soothing the angry-looking bruises with his hot tongue.

He pressed more kisses to Matt's mouth, sometimes licking past his lips, other times biting and occasionally sucking the older boy's tongue into his own mouth to get a better taste, and during this he decided to grind just a little more. But he did it in the least obvious way to act like it wasn't deliberate and pretend he was only shifting around to get comfy.

"Yeah," Matt agreed between feverish kisses. "Tends to happen when a super-hot guy is making out with y-- fuck."

A choked little whimper escaped his lips when Alex shifted, and he bucked his hips up on instinct. Alex felt Matt's hips buck upwards pretty hard, and he paused in surprise. He hadn't been expecting the reaction to be both vocal and physical. It got Alex wondering about the possibility of Matt getting hard; at this rate it wouldn't take much. But he still hadn't moved again and Matt seemed a little shocked at himself too.

Matt blushed darkly. He hasn't expected all of this to go so far; he'd figured it would be a light kiss or two and call it quits.

"Sorry," he whispered shyly.

Alex was quiet for a few seconds longer and then collapsed into yet more giggles, leaning against a slightly embarrassed Matt before he could get his composure.

"No sorries," he shook his head cutely once he could stop laughing, gradually getting into the kisses again to let Matt cool off.

Not that Alex could keep that up for long; he started up the 'accidental' grinding and bouncing five minutes later, just when Matt had started to relax once more.

Matt froze, a small gasp sounding out from parted lips.

"Fuck," he choked out. "God, Lex, really?"

"Really what?" Alex asked innocently, moving his ass in slow circles against Matt's groin.

He wasn't sure why, but he kind of wanted Matt to get hard, and then proceed to blush and get all flustered and embarrassed. Matt with a boner and a blush was probably the cutest Matt that Alex could think of, in a weird way. And he didn't seem to be handling himself very well so it should be pretty damn easy. Alex had moved onto kissing along his jaw now, right to underneath his ear.

Matt was getting more and more flustered by the minute, his cheeks now a consistently dark shade of pink. A series of high, breathless moans escaped his throat, and he leaned his head back. He really hoped Alex couldn't feel the growing boner pressing into his thigh.

When Alex started to suck on Matt's earlobe, he felt it. There was a serious bulge straining painfully inside Matt's pants now. Alex let out a breathy little laugh onto his skin, placing his hands on Matt's chest before pushing away to look at his face.

"Matthew!" he blinked, shaking his head. "Have you no control? Oh, you're bad."

Matt bit his lip, avoiding Alex's eyes. Shit, he had noticed. He didn't really know what to say, and he wouldn't have been able to speak if he tried, so he just kept quiet.

Alex had never seen Matt looking quite so panicked or humiliated than he did right then, and the younger boy felt a little bad for his teases.

"Matty?" he sang gently. "Is it time for us to stop...?"

Matt shook his head, looking up at Alex, then kissed him hard, arching up against him. The shake of Matt's head had been almost pleading, and he was clutching onto Alex as if he were scared the other boy would try and clamber off him. Alex placed his hands on the back of Matt's neck and murmured against his lips after the hard kiss had eased.

"He-ey, what's wrong? It's okay, we don't have to stop," he shook his head, moaning quietly as their mouths met again.

"Just," Matt gasped out, his hands clutching onto Alex's shoulders. "Just don't leave. Please, I don't want you to leave."

"What do you mean? I'm staying the night, silly," Alex answered his breathless friend, slightly confused about how worked up he was getting. Arousal sure did get Matt wound tight.

Matt nodded, finally relaxing. He just really didn't want Alex to freak out on him and leave him by himself.

"Okay," he whispered.

Alex smiled when Matt looked less like he was going to burst into tears.

"What'cha gettin' all worked up like that for?" he giggled, tucking his face away into Matt's neck again and pulling his shirt collar out the way to bite down on his collarbone.

Matt sighed softly, tilting his head to allow Alex better access.

"Just don't want you to leave me," he breathed after a moment, which wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either.

"With your boner, you mean? Is it a bad one?" Alex grinned, lapping his tongue on Matt's collarbone before he sat up and started bouncing in the older boy's lap, giggling all the while.

Matt whined and nodded, deciding that it was a better answer than telling Alex he had a mega-watt crush on him. He pushed his hips up in desperate search of friction instead. Deciding the bouncing probably wasn't relieving Matt too much through his jeans, Alex opted for grinding again, much harder than before. He frowned in concentration, trying to make sure he pushed down into Matt's hips at a good angle for him to rub up on. Matt continued bucking his hips against Alex, catching his lips in a feverish kiss as he did so.

"Matty," Alex giggled, cupping his face and then running his hands down the boy's chest. "I can feel your nipples! They're so perky."

He laughed again, listening to the array of noises that Matt couldn't seem to hold in. Matt shuddered, arching against Alex's hands.

"Feels good," he blurted, then blushed.

Alex smiled at the near-violent shiver that ran through Matt's body, biting back a further grin at him.

"You like your nipples touched?" he asked curiously, plucking the hem of his shirt.

Matt hesitated before nodding again, mumbling a quiet word of agreement. He was more flustered than ever, trembling slightly from the stimulation. Alex could feel Matt shaking as he pushed his shirt up to his armpits, and he wondered just how good the other boy felt right now. His cheekbones were a dark red and there was sweat on his forehead, so he was clearly enjoying himself a lot, and that made Alex feel pretty good about himself. Still pushing his ass into Matt's groin, he rolled his thumbs over the other boy's hardened nipples, and the reaction was spectacular.

The noise that left Matt's lips was borderline whorish, his entire body reacting to the contact as he whimpered softly. He had no idea teasing would feel so good. The way Matt kept writhing was really quite sexy, and Alex decided to tell him so.

"You're sexy when you squirm like that," he giggled, pinching each nipple and giving it a little pull, experimentally.

"Oh, shit," Matt choked out, his arms draping around Alex's neck to keep himself steady. His mouth dropped open, his breath coming out in shallow pants. "More, please, so good..."

He didn't even realize he was babbling.

"Oh, Matty," Alex cooed, helping him get his shirt off completely and dabbing his forehead with it before tossing it away. He unbuttoned his pants as well, though more to take the painful strain from the tight denim off his dick -- he had to be aching by now. Since Matt seemed to be reacting so well to getting his nipples played with, Alex ducked down and sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Matt's reaction was immediate and visceral, his hands going to Alex's hair on instinct as his breath hitched. He hadn't ever dreamed this would happen, but now that it was, there was no way he was going to argue against it.

Matt seemed like he was completely losing it, hands going all over the place and all his little noises getting louder. When Alex brought his head back up to press a kiss to his lips, he had this smug smile on, but not in a nasty way.

"Matty," he said in his sing-song voice, very softly. "Are you gonna come?"

Nobody could say Alex Gaskarth didn't get straight to the point. He knew if Matt wasn't ready to just yet then things were certainly headed that way.

Matt barely managed a soft yes, his hips moving in desperate little circles as his hands slipped under Alex's shirt. He was so close, and the other's words were just pushing him further towards the edge. Alex shifted closer, if that were even possible, holding Matt's head and kissing his forehead gently.

"Are you aching? What do you need?" he whispered, wanting to give the older boy his relief.

He looked desperate for it; pained. Matt leaned in, brushing his lips along Alex's slightly.

"Just kiss me?" he asked, his voice cracked.

"Okay," Alex nodded, attaching their mouths once more and managing to wriggle Matt's pants down a little more so he could bounce down on him with better friction -- jeans out of the way, just boxers hiding the older boy's boner.

The thin grey cotton gave perfect friction, Alex knew that much, and he could already see a little patch of pre-come leaking through, making a wet spot bloom on the material. It was weirdly sweet, and it only spurred him on to grind more for Matt.

"C'mon, Matthew," he whispered against his tongue, teeth clicking in the kiss.

That was all it took. Matt came mere seconds after Alex spoke, without being touched, moaning loudly into the other's mouth. His hips went into spasm, feet pushing up onto his toes to give him leverage while he rode it out, bucking furiously until all he could do was melt back into the couch.

Alex pulled back a little, watching Matt moan and pant in his relief. Looking down, there was now a much bigger wet patch on his underwear. Alex wasn't sure how he found himself doing this, but he got a loose hold of Matt's dick through his boxers and jerked him slightly, making the best of his orgasm and helping him milk everything out. Touching him there when he was way over-sensitive was probably a bad idea, considering the squeal that left his mouth, but Alex didn't let go.

Matt tilted forward, dropping his head to Alex's shoulder, his eyes falling closed for a moment as he shook slightly. The over-stimulation was the best kind of pain, which is why his squeal sounded somewhat like a moan towards the end.

"All done," Alex announced a moment later, kissing Matt's hair and letting him catch his breath.

He really was shaking and he looked totally spent. Matt nodded, pressing a kiss to Alex's neck in response.

"Thank-you," he whispered softly.

"Feeling better?" he giggled, rubbing the nape of Matt's neck firmly.

"Yeah," Matt murmured, nestling into the crook of Alex's shoulder with a contented little sigh.

Alex let him catch up to everything that had just happened for two quiet minutes before he gave the hairs at the nape of Matt's neck a small pull.

"Do I get a turn?" he asked innocently, a little pout on his lips.

Matt smiled and nodded. "How do you wanna do this?" he asked, slipping his hands under Alex's shirt as he spoke.

Matt's smile was bright and excited and Alex wasn't hard yet but he really wanted to be.

"I'm not sure," he shrugged.

The dark-haired boy bit his lip and shifted around, pulling Alex with him. Eventually, he'd turned them so that he was in Alex's lap, hands wandering the expanse of the other's now bare torso. He looked at him for a moment before kissing him deeply. Alex grabbed the back of Matt's neck again, pulling himself up so he could kiss back with just as much force, his breathing getting a little bit heavier.

"You kiss good," he murmured.

Alex let Matt's tongue invade his mouth greedily, pressing and licking and wanting. The brunette's hand fell to his right nipple, fingers brushing over it lazily, and then pushing it down with a little more purpose. Playing with his nipples always got Alex hard; it was how he'd started every masturbatory session since he was fourteen. One little pinch and pull later, he was erect, cock making the zip on his jeans strain. Alex didn't know how Matt noticed, but he was on it in seconds, fumbling to get his best friend's pants open. His eager fingers didn't stop there and Alex broke away from Matt's mouth with a gasp when he felt his cock being pulled out of his boxers, the waistband tugged down to reveal pubes and dick and balls.

"M-Matt," he stammered, breathlessness and arousal ruining his coherency.

Misunderstanding, Matt's reply was a moaned, "Aw, yeah, Lex, fuck, yeah," as he started kissing his neck, sucking skin into his mouth and clearly well on his way to another boner.

"Matt, Matt, no, I'm--," and Alex just kind of stops talking because Matt's pulling away and giving him this look, worrying he's touching him wrong or something, and then his face completely floods with panic.

"What, what? Did you-- don't you-- I-- don't you want to? I'm sorry, I thought you said-- I'm sorry! I didn't mean-- did I-- is this too far?"

And he's just babbling nonsense as he tries to string together apologies and explanations all at once, awkwardly holding his hands against his chest in surrender and shuffling so far back in Alex's lap he almost tips right onto the floor.

"Matty, Matty, hush," Alex told him quickly, drawing out the shhh... of the word to encourage him to settle. The younger boy leaned forward as he spoke, grabbing Matt's hands and sitting up so they were close again, noses almost touching. "It's 'kay. I just didn't think... it's okay."

"I'm-- I didn't mean-- I j-just... I got lost in the moment," he stuttered shakily, gripping Alex's fingers tighter than necessary, and Matt always said the cheesiest shit ever but it was straight from the heart and Alex liked that about him. "D-don't leave me. Don't go home."

"I'm not going anywhere," Alex shook his head, letting his forehead rest on Matt's. They were both quiet, listening to Matt's unsteady breathing as he recovered. "...You gonna finish what you started or what?"

Matt pulled away to smile at his friend when he heard that, because Alex was smirking this playful smirk and he just always knew what to say and when to say it.

"I think you started this whole shebang, but whatever," Matt reminded him primly, shifting forward in his lap a bit to take a loose and nervous hold on Alex's cock.

Alex let his head fall to Matt's shoulder, nuzzling it and occasionally pressing his lips to skin -- collarbone, neck, throat, whatever he could reach. His legs started bouncing a little underneath Matt when his hand moved, a long slow stroke up his dick and then equally so all the way to the base. It was a tease, the sort of touch to get someone properly hard, but Alex was fully erect and set to fuck anything that moved so he hoped to hell that Matt picked up his pace a little, and soon.

Clumsy hands were pushed into Matthew's hair when he got his bearings and gave Alex's cock a proper jerk, tugging upwards roughly. Alex's fingers tightened in the dark strands, groaning and then puffing out soft breaths into the other boy's ear.

It gave Matt shivers. He couldn't help the roll of his neck into the contact, the pulls on his hair, and the quiet groan. It was just so good. Alex's fucking fingers, yanking on his fucking hair, and Alex's fucking lips, mouthing against his fucking ear in these little pants that sounded like a breathless whisper of, "More, Matt, more."

Yeah, Matt Flyzik was in his happy place.

He hadn't ever imagined his happy place would be on his couch in his living-room with an erect penis in his hand, but what can he do? Enjoy it, that's what, and he was not denying himself the pleasure of doing so.

He complied to Alex's request, jerking him off with no rhythm whatsoever, just making sure it was a good tight grip and not-too-fast-not-too-slow. Matt didn't know if he was doing an adequate job or not because it felt way different from doing it to himself. Same basic mechanism, but it was all backwards and round the wrong way and Alex felt different in his palm. It really threw him off. But he could feel Alex rocking his hips up moments later, pre-come seeping down his fingers, and Matt smiled to himself. He blushed a bit too, but he was extremely proud.

"You're not gonna get hard again, are you?" Alex groaned out unexpectedly, eyes shut as he thrust himself steadily into Matt's grip.

"Uh-um," Matt stalled, cheeks colouring darker. "I wasn't... planning on it..."

His cock was stiffening in his pants slightly, he could feel that for sure, but it wasn't a sudden boner that he couldn't control. It would be alright.

"So you are?" Alex guessed, spreading his legs wider and in turn, making it a little harder for Matt to sit in his lap.

"I'll live," Matt muttered, flicking his thumb under the head of Alex's dick and then running it around the edge. He worked his way up over the tip, rolling his thumb around in circles and teasing another droplet of pre-come to emerge, immediately swiped away by his thumb. The head of Alex's cock grew crimson very quickly.

"Shit, here it comes," Alex grunted, body ticking forward in anticipation.

His sock-covered feet pushed into the floor, up on his toes for a little bit of a lift; he didn't really know why, all he knew was that his hips needed to buck, and this seemed like a good way to help them along. There was a jerk on the inside, in his stomach, and he felt a tingle spread through his limbs. Letting out a long wavering groan into Matt's neck as he felt his balls heat up and tighten, Alex snapped his hips harshly upwards a couple of times to reach his peak and there it was. Ecstasy.

He came in heavy shots, spurting up his stomach. A drop landed on one of his nipples, ripping a long whine out of his mouth that didn't quieten until he was emptied, come dripping from the tip of his dick.

Matt was in some kind of shock. His hand had loosened on Alex's erection and then let go somewhere in the middle of his orgasm, pulling back a little just to stare in a wide-eyed trance. He swallowed thickly after a couple of tries, his tongue seemingly swollen in his mouth, and scrambled off of Alex's lap to sit beside him inside. He kept his thighs pressed together quite tightly, trying to will away his second hard-on, but it wasn't easy. Not with Alex and his heaving chest and closed eyes and satisfied expression, one hand resting on his leg right up next to his softening cock, peeking over the top of his underwear.

Motherfucker.

"Woah," Alex breathed when he felt recovered, opening his eyes and lifting his head to smile at Matt. "You're good. Can I have a tissue?"

Matt grinned, snapping out of it to nod and go get him one. He was just adorable and straightforward. Matt wanted that. He felt too lost in his own head.

The older teen averted his eyes politely while Alex mopped himself up and got readjusted into his pants once more. Then they both tiptoed silently up to Matt's room, all dark purple walls and assorted Disney movie posters from decades ago. Alex made himself at home as usual, stripping to his boxers and throwing himself on the single bed with arms flung wide. He had sobered up after his surprise handjob.

"You gonna move over so I can get in?" Matt asked as he undressed slowly, feeling strangely self-conscious to do so after what just happened. And his boxers were getting to a half-dried sticky stage on the inside and it felt funny. Matt wrinkled his nose, fidgeting and resisting the urge to push his hand into his underwear and scratch.

"Normally, I would say no and keep all this lovely space to myself, but I think we both deserve after-sex cuddles," Alex grinned sleepily, hugging one of Matt's pillows to his chest and tucking up on one side of the mattress to make room.

"Thanks," Matt nodded as he climbed in beside him, subtly rubbing the wet spot on the fabric in the hopes that the itch would leave. It worked, and the stickiness felt oddly warm. It was sort of nice in a gross way and Matt decided not to bother changing when Alex was asleep.

The younger boy immediately threw the blankets over his friend and then hugged him close underneath, skin meeting skin. It made all the hairs on Matt's body prickle.

"Thank-you," Matt whispered after a moment. "For not leaving."

"I had to make sure you completed your kissing lesson, now, didn't I?" Alex replied, sounding tired, but the smile was evident in his voice.

"Did I pass?"

"With flying colours."

Matt's grin was ear-to-ear and he didn't even care that it was a stupid thing to be happy about. He didn't care that he and Alex were going to have to talk about the line they crossed tomorrow. He didn't care. He felt safe. Alex hadn't left. He was here, in his bed.

"I mean it, Lex. Thank-you," he repeated in another whisper, even quieter.

"I know you do," Alex yawned, cupping Matt's jaw to kiss his cheek. "I won't leave."

It was a promise Alex could keep, because to even dream of leaving Matt's side was insanity. He'd much rather stay and get his teenage kicks, through touches and the butterflies filling his stomach. Matt tightened his hold on Alex, burying his face into the pillow to hide a smile and a blush from his best friend. He hoped maybe he could say boyfriend instead soon.

Yeah, teenage kicks are awesome.