FIC: Home Sweet (AI RPF, Matt/Anoop, NC-17)
So this is another short story written for a donation drive (the Toms Shoes donation drive to be exact) but this one is a little special. This one is for lovealwaysliana, from a secret admirer pax_et_amor. :D The request was pretty wide open, as long as it was Manoop, so I went back to my roots with some domestic kink. Hope you like it, bb! And know that there are people out there who think the world of you. ♥
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Home Sweet
AI RPF. Matt/Anoop. 2450 words. NC-17. Contains: rimming, nipple clamps, domesticity
Michigan was a compromise. Anoop missed home, he missed the sights and the smells and the barbecue, but sometimes you needed to make difficult choices and Anoop had made his. Two years ago now. Matt had made compromises for him, and he'd made this compromise for Matt.
So, Michigan. Michigan and a house on a tree-lined street and a relationship that he may have given up a lot for, but he got a whole lot in return.
"I just left the airport," he said, slamming the door of the cab and holding the phone against his chest as he gave the driver his address. There had been a car waiting for him in LA, but that wasn't how they did things on this end. LA was business; Michigan was home. "Are you still recording?"
"No," said Matt, though Anoop could hear some voices in the background so he figured even if Matt was finished in the studio, he wasn't home yet. "I'm just waiting for a fax and then I'm out of here."
"How quaint," said Anoop, and Matt's laugh was muffled when his attention was drawn by someone else. Anoop could hear the low murmur of conversation but not the words.
"Check that, I have received said fax," said Matt. "See you when you get in?"
"Hopefully soon, traffic willing," said Anoop. "It's been too long."
"It's been a week," said Matt.
"Exactly," said Anoop. "Love you."
He didn't even wait for Matt to say it back before slipping the phone away again. He knew it was always said, even when it wasn't voiced. He didn't even wonder anymore.
Traffic was not his friend, but Matt was probably going to get caught in the same stuff so it wasn't like Anoop was missing any precious time with him while some idiot caused twenty minutes of gridlock because he didn't know how to drive. When he finally got in, tossed the driver some bills and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, the sun was already starting to go down.
It was chilly, and that was another thing Anoop missed about home. December didn't hit quite so hard in the South, and the sun didn't disappear quite as quickly as it did here. Matt made fun of the heavy clothes he still wore in the wintertime but Anoop knew he got a genuine kick out of it so he let him win that one. It was a compromise, after all.
Matt chose Michigan, but Anoop chose their home, he chose how they would live there. And he knew that as soon as he got inside the house it was going to be exactly the way he wanted it. He knew it was going to be home, in a way no place had ever quite been his home before.
It was still kind of weird to think about it sometimes, that this wasn't some secret hideaway. That his relationship with Matt wasn't something they kept on the down low, too-infrequent meetings and careful glances and all the trappings of the closet. When it came down to it, and it did finally come down to it, that was one thing he wasn't willing to compromise on anymore. It was his life and he was going to live it, and he'd already worked out a whole plan with his management team and publicist to handle the new turn his life was taking.
Only that was something Matt never asked him to compromise on.
And that was why Anoop loved him. One of many, many reasons why he loved him.
The lights were off when Anoop went inside so he was apparently the first one home after all, but the thermostat was set high and he breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth washed over him. He knew Matt must've done that before he left for the studio, and just the fact that he thought of it made Anoop feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. Not that he actually admitted to warm and fuzzy feelings, but he did have them sometimes.
He barely had time to throw his jacket in the closet, to haul his luggage up to the bedroom and pull out the stuff he needed to hang up, before he heard the door opening downstairs.
"Anoop?"
"Up here!" he called back. If he wasn't right in the middle of something he would've rushed down to meet him, but it'd drive him nuts if he left it half-done like that, and it wasn't like Matt wouldn't be up there just as quickly anyway.
He could actually hear Matt take the stairs two at a time on the way up, and was ready for it when Matt wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"Traffic was terrible."
"I know," said Anoop, looking back over his shoulder, waiting for a kiss. "I just got here about five minutes ago."
"You're still cold," said Matt, running his hands down Anoop's bare forearms. "I can do something about that."
"Yeah, I just bet you can," he said. What he thought about saying was, "Yeah, I was counting on that."
He hung up two suits in their closet, right next to Matt's, and left the rest of his things for later, whenever he felt like getting up again. If he did get back out of bed, or wherever they ended up this time, it was probably going to be hunger that drove him and not any kind of burning need to unpack.
"How was the studio?"
"Shut up," said Matt, pulling Anoop's shirt out and undoing his belt, alternating between the two until they were both done. Anoop just laughed and let Matt push him down on top of the dirty t-shirt he'd left lying on the bedspread.
He hadn't had anything specific in mind, but he'd been thinking about this all week. Actually, that wasn't true. He'd definitely had a few specific things in mind, he just wasn't particular about whether they did them now or later.
Being together for years didn't mean they got tired of each other. It didn't mean they got complacent and it didn't mean than anything got any less exciting. All it meant, as far as Anoop was concerned, was that they were completely comfortable with one another's bodies now, and they had a much larger sexual repertoire.
Much, much larger. What had once been limited to handjobs and blowjobs and maybe-maybe-fingering if they were feeling kinky now came with multiple positions and multiple props, and Anoop kind of hoped they were going to be calling on both tonight. Not that he'd spent the last week thinking about that or anything. Not all the time.
He put his arms up and Matt pulled his shirt off, diving right in to take hold of Anoop's nipple with his teeth. Anoop grabbed hold of Matt's arms right above the elbow, pushed them behind his back so they were trapped there and let Matt do whatever he wanted to with his mouth, with his teeth, hissing when they bit in a little harder, a little rougher.
There was a little bite mark right on the curve of his ribcage, then another beneath that as Matt moved downwards.
"I'm not in any hurry," he murmured, and Matt looked up and said, "Neither am I."
No quickie blowjob in his future, then, even though Matt finally pulled his pants off, pulled his shorts and socks off, left him lying naked on the bed while he was still fully dressed.
"I'm not your toy," he said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, giving Matt a smug little smile and knowing full well that was exactly what he was right now.
"I did just unwrap you," said Matt, finally pulling his own shirt off over his head. Anoop couldn't help watching as he did, not just looking but watching the way his muscles flexed, the shape of his body with his arms stretched over his head. "That should mean something."
"It means everything," said Anoop, reaching down and resting his hand over his cock, not gripping it, not covering it entirely, just resting it there as he watched. As he looked at the bulge in Matt's jeans.
"Stay right there," said Matt, as if Anoop was going anywhere now. He held up his hands like he was framing him, then took a couple of steps backwards. "Right there."
"Right here," Anoop echoed him, half his volume. He barely even twitched, completely comfortable where he was, laid out for Matt to do pretty much anything. "Try not to get lost."
"Take a wrong turn one time," muttered Matt. "And we were in a hotel, so it doesn't even count."
"Everything counts," said Anoop, and ran a finger up the trail of hair leading to his groin as he waited. Matt didn't go far, rummaging around in a drawer then finally pulling his own pants off. Anoop hadn't actually been waiting long but it felt like he'd been waiting forever. "Are you going to tie me to the bed?"
"Not tonight," said Matt, and whatever he got out he left it by the side of the bed for now anyway. Maybe a dildo, even though Anoop wasn't sure he had the patience for that right now. Round two, though.... "Stay with me."
"Just thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass," he said dryly as he drew one knee up.
"You should be thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass," said Matt, pushing his other knee up too. "My mouth's all warmed up already, after all. Be a shame to let that go to waste."
"A damn shame," said Anoop faintly, and if he had a feeling Matt had made that same joke back at the studio before leaving to meet him here at home, but he wasn't going to breathe a word about it just in case it delayed the actual application of said mouth. "Tell me you warmed up that tongue, too."
Matt didn't tell him anything, just dropped to his knees and sucked a mark onto the back of Anoop's thigh before moving in to mouth at his balls.
"Come on, main event," murmured Anoop, but not quite loud enough for Matt to hear, not unless he was listening for it. And maybe, now that Matt's mouth was on him, maybe he was a little more impatient than he thought he was. He lifted a leg around him but Matt still made him wait, pushed his legs open and sucked on his balls and kissed at the base of his cock and nipped at the crease where his legs joined his body. He was aching for it by the time Matt's tongue finally flicked at his hole, his belly tight, teeth biting hard into his lower lip.
He was as unable to speak as Matt was, making noises deep in his throat as Matt licked at him, sucked at him, pressed into him with his tongue. Everything before he got home was forgotten, the trip, the drive, the cold, even the time it took to come upstairs.
And Matt didn't let up, he didn't take it a little bit at a time, a lick here, a nip there, he was in it a hundred percent, driven and relentless, never even giving Anoop a chance to breathe.
It was when Anoop was already going kind of crazy, ready for Matt to grab him and jerk him and let him come, that Matt lifted his head and lowered Anoop's legs and backed away.
"Oh fuck no," said Anoop. "Get back here. We're not done." Matt just laughed at him, reached down beside the bed and came back with a set of nipple clamps, heavy chain between them. He was lying down so the chain didn't weight them but as Matt slipped them on, a tweak and a tug and a snap, the chain rested heavily against his chest. Matt gave it a little yank. "You're forgiven," Anoop hissed.
"Yeah, I thought I might be," said Matt, and when he slipped back between Anoop's legs again, pushing his thighs open with almost bruising strength, he picked up right where he left off. Anoop clutched at the blankets and let a tingling numbness settle in in his chest and for a little while his mind went a whole other place.
"C'mon," be breathed finally, because he didn't know how much higher he could go, how much more he could take. "Matt."
It was like Matt couldn't hear him, or wasn't listening to him, until a moment later he lifted his head again, rested his forehead against Anoop's knee, then reached up.
The moment after Matt pinched the clamps off Anoop didn't feel anything at all, just a faint relief. Then something started swelling in him until there was a hard pulse of sensation in his chest, his nipples sparking with pain and his cock throbbing. He couldn’t help gasping and digging his fingernails into the bed.
Then he felt something hard and cool on his cock, and realized that Matt was winding the chain from the nipple clamps around it, gripping it hard and then sliding the chain up and down his cock, jerking him off with it.
It didn't take a minute. It didn't even take half a minute. Anoop let his head fall back and let his mouth open and as Matt stroked him with the chain, as his head went back down between Anoop's legs again to lick at his balls and then his hole, as his nipples continued to throb, Anoop came so hard it left him momentarily blind and breathless.
He felt sweat trickling down his temples as he finally collapsed back against the disheveled blankets, against the mercifully soft pillow. He couldn't even think, shocks of pain and intense pleasure still shooting through him, not just his cock and his chest but everywhere. No matter how hard he panted he couldn't seem to catch his breath.
"Oh, I'm awesome," said Matt, kissing his thigh.
"Shut up," Anoop said, letting out a breathy laugh.
"No really," said Matt. "Look what I did."
Anoop didn't say anything this time, just reached down to bat at Matt's head weakly, not doing much more than ruffling his hair, maybe clipping his scalp with a fingernail. "I guess you're going to want me to do you now?" he said finally.
"I can wait," said Matt. "I know you're good for it. You can do me when you can move again."
And that was just one more compromise Anoop was more than happy to make.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Home Sweet
AI RPF. Matt/Anoop. 2450 words. NC-17. Contains: rimming, nipple clamps, domesticity
Michigan was a compromise. Anoop missed home, he missed the sights and the smells and the barbecue, but sometimes you needed to make difficult choices and Anoop had made his. Two years ago now. Matt had made compromises for him, and he'd made this compromise for Matt.
So, Michigan. Michigan and a house on a tree-lined street and a relationship that he may have given up a lot for, but he got a whole lot in return.
"I just left the airport," he said, slamming the door of the cab and holding the phone against his chest as he gave the driver his address. There had been a car waiting for him in LA, but that wasn't how they did things on this end. LA was business; Michigan was home. "Are you still recording?"
"No," said Matt, though Anoop could hear some voices in the background so he figured even if Matt was finished in the studio, he wasn't home yet. "I'm just waiting for a fax and then I'm out of here."
"How quaint," said Anoop, and Matt's laugh was muffled when his attention was drawn by someone else. Anoop could hear the low murmur of conversation but not the words.
"Check that, I have received said fax," said Matt. "See you when you get in?"
"Hopefully soon, traffic willing," said Anoop. "It's been too long."
"It's been a week," said Matt.
"Exactly," said Anoop. "Love you."
He didn't even wait for Matt to say it back before slipping the phone away again. He knew it was always said, even when it wasn't voiced. He didn't even wonder anymore.
Traffic was not his friend, but Matt was probably going to get caught in the same stuff so it wasn't like Anoop was missing any precious time with him while some idiot caused twenty minutes of gridlock because he didn't know how to drive. When he finally got in, tossed the driver some bills and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, the sun was already starting to go down.
It was chilly, and that was another thing Anoop missed about home. December didn't hit quite so hard in the South, and the sun didn't disappear quite as quickly as it did here. Matt made fun of the heavy clothes he still wore in the wintertime but Anoop knew he got a genuine kick out of it so he let him win that one. It was a compromise, after all.
Matt chose Michigan, but Anoop chose their home, he chose how they would live there. And he knew that as soon as he got inside the house it was going to be exactly the way he wanted it. He knew it was going to be home, in a way no place had ever quite been his home before.
It was still kind of weird to think about it sometimes, that this wasn't some secret hideaway. That his relationship with Matt wasn't something they kept on the down low, too-infrequent meetings and careful glances and all the trappings of the closet. When it came down to it, and it did finally come down to it, that was one thing he wasn't willing to compromise on anymore. It was his life and he was going to live it, and he'd already worked out a whole plan with his management team and publicist to handle the new turn his life was taking.
Only that was something Matt never asked him to compromise on.
And that was why Anoop loved him. One of many, many reasons why he loved him.
The lights were off when Anoop went inside so he was apparently the first one home after all, but the thermostat was set high and he breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth washed over him. He knew Matt must've done that before he left for the studio, and just the fact that he thought of it made Anoop feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. Not that he actually admitted to warm and fuzzy feelings, but he did have them sometimes.
He barely had time to throw his jacket in the closet, to haul his luggage up to the bedroom and pull out the stuff he needed to hang up, before he heard the door opening downstairs.
"Anoop?"
"Up here!" he called back. If he wasn't right in the middle of something he would've rushed down to meet him, but it'd drive him nuts if he left it half-done like that, and it wasn't like Matt wouldn't be up there just as quickly anyway.
He could actually hear Matt take the stairs two at a time on the way up, and was ready for it when Matt wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"Traffic was terrible."
"I know," said Anoop, looking back over his shoulder, waiting for a kiss. "I just got here about five minutes ago."
"You're still cold," said Matt, running his hands down Anoop's bare forearms. "I can do something about that."
"Yeah, I just bet you can," he said. What he thought about saying was, "Yeah, I was counting on that."
He hung up two suits in their closet, right next to Matt's, and left the rest of his things for later, whenever he felt like getting up again. If he did get back out of bed, or wherever they ended up this time, it was probably going to be hunger that drove him and not any kind of burning need to unpack.
"How was the studio?"
"Shut up," said Matt, pulling Anoop's shirt out and undoing his belt, alternating between the two until they were both done. Anoop just laughed and let Matt push him down on top of the dirty t-shirt he'd left lying on the bedspread.
He hadn't had anything specific in mind, but he'd been thinking about this all week. Actually, that wasn't true. He'd definitely had a few specific things in mind, he just wasn't particular about whether they did them now or later.
Being together for years didn't mean they got tired of each other. It didn't mean they got complacent and it didn't mean than anything got any less exciting. All it meant, as far as Anoop was concerned, was that they were completely comfortable with one another's bodies now, and they had a much larger sexual repertoire.
Much, much larger. What had once been limited to handjobs and blowjobs and maybe-maybe-fingering if they were feeling kinky now came with multiple positions and multiple props, and Anoop kind of hoped they were going to be calling on both tonight. Not that he'd spent the last week thinking about that or anything. Not all the time.
He put his arms up and Matt pulled his shirt off, diving right in to take hold of Anoop's nipple with his teeth. Anoop grabbed hold of Matt's arms right above the elbow, pushed them behind his back so they were trapped there and let Matt do whatever he wanted to with his mouth, with his teeth, hissing when they bit in a little harder, a little rougher.
There was a little bite mark right on the curve of his ribcage, then another beneath that as Matt moved downwards.
"I'm not in any hurry," he murmured, and Matt looked up and said, "Neither am I."
No quickie blowjob in his future, then, even though Matt finally pulled his pants off, pulled his shorts and socks off, left him lying naked on the bed while he was still fully dressed.
"I'm not your toy," he said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, giving Matt a smug little smile and knowing full well that was exactly what he was right now.
"I did just unwrap you," said Matt, finally pulling his own shirt off over his head. Anoop couldn't help watching as he did, not just looking but watching the way his muscles flexed, the shape of his body with his arms stretched over his head. "That should mean something."
"It means everything," said Anoop, reaching down and resting his hand over his cock, not gripping it, not covering it entirely, just resting it there as he watched. As he looked at the bulge in Matt's jeans.
"Stay right there," said Matt, as if Anoop was going anywhere now. He held up his hands like he was framing him, then took a couple of steps backwards. "Right there."
"Right here," Anoop echoed him, half his volume. He barely even twitched, completely comfortable where he was, laid out for Matt to do pretty much anything. "Try not to get lost."
"Take a wrong turn one time," muttered Matt. "And we were in a hotel, so it doesn't even count."
"Everything counts," said Anoop, and ran a finger up the trail of hair leading to his groin as he waited. Matt didn't go far, rummaging around in a drawer then finally pulling his own pants off. Anoop hadn't actually been waiting long but it felt like he'd been waiting forever. "Are you going to tie me to the bed?"
"Not tonight," said Matt, and whatever he got out he left it by the side of the bed for now anyway. Maybe a dildo, even though Anoop wasn't sure he had the patience for that right now. Round two, though.... "Stay with me."
"Just thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass," he said dryly as he drew one knee up.
"You should be thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass," said Matt, pushing his other knee up too. "My mouth's all warmed up already, after all. Be a shame to let that go to waste."
"A damn shame," said Anoop faintly, and if he had a feeling Matt had made that same joke back at the studio before leaving to meet him here at home, but he wasn't going to breathe a word about it just in case it delayed the actual application of said mouth. "Tell me you warmed up that tongue, too."
Matt didn't tell him anything, just dropped to his knees and sucked a mark onto the back of Anoop's thigh before moving in to mouth at his balls.
"Come on, main event," murmured Anoop, but not quite loud enough for Matt to hear, not unless he was listening for it. And maybe, now that Matt's mouth was on him, maybe he was a little more impatient than he thought he was. He lifted a leg around him but Matt still made him wait, pushed his legs open and sucked on his balls and kissed at the base of his cock and nipped at the crease where his legs joined his body. He was aching for it by the time Matt's tongue finally flicked at his hole, his belly tight, teeth biting hard into his lower lip.
He was as unable to speak as Matt was, making noises deep in his throat as Matt licked at him, sucked at him, pressed into him with his tongue. Everything before he got home was forgotten, the trip, the drive, the cold, even the time it took to come upstairs.
And Matt didn't let up, he didn't take it a little bit at a time, a lick here, a nip there, he was in it a hundred percent, driven and relentless, never even giving Anoop a chance to breathe.
It was when Anoop was already going kind of crazy, ready for Matt to grab him and jerk him and let him come, that Matt lifted his head and lowered Anoop's legs and backed away.
"Oh fuck no," said Anoop. "Get back here. We're not done." Matt just laughed at him, reached down beside the bed and came back with a set of nipple clamps, heavy chain between them. He was lying down so the chain didn't weight them but as Matt slipped them on, a tweak and a tug and a snap, the chain rested heavily against his chest. Matt gave it a little yank. "You're forgiven," Anoop hissed.
"Yeah, I thought I might be," said Matt, and when he slipped back between Anoop's legs again, pushing his thighs open with almost bruising strength, he picked up right where he left off. Anoop clutched at the blankets and let a tingling numbness settle in in his chest and for a little while his mind went a whole other place.
"C'mon," be breathed finally, because he didn't know how much higher he could go, how much more he could take. "Matt."
It was like Matt couldn't hear him, or wasn't listening to him, until a moment later he lifted his head again, rested his forehead against Anoop's knee, then reached up.
The moment after Matt pinched the clamps off Anoop didn't feel anything at all, just a faint relief. Then something started swelling in him until there was a hard pulse of sensation in his chest, his nipples sparking with pain and his cock throbbing. He couldn’t help gasping and digging his fingernails into the bed.
Then he felt something hard and cool on his cock, and realized that Matt was winding the chain from the nipple clamps around it, gripping it hard and then sliding the chain up and down his cock, jerking him off with it.
It didn't take a minute. It didn't even take half a minute. Anoop let his head fall back and let his mouth open and as Matt stroked him with the chain, as his head went back down between Anoop's legs again to lick at his balls and then his hole, as his nipples continued to throb, Anoop came so hard it left him momentarily blind and breathless.
He felt sweat trickling down his temples as he finally collapsed back against the disheveled blankets, against the mercifully soft pillow. He couldn't even think, shocks of pain and intense pleasure still shooting through him, not just his cock and his chest but everywhere. No matter how hard he panted he couldn't seem to catch his breath.
"Oh, I'm awesome," said Matt, kissing his thigh.
"Shut up," Anoop said, letting out a breathy laugh.
"No really," said Matt. "Look what I did."
Anoop didn't say anything this time, just reached down to bat at Matt's head weakly, not doing much more than ruffling his hair, maybe clipping his scalp with a fingernail. "I guess you're going to want me to do you now?" he said finally.
"I can wait," said Matt. "I know you're good for it. You can do me when you can move again."
And that was just one more compromise Anoop was more than happy to make.