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Chapter Four – A Time for Everything

Once they were back in the car, Maddox noticed how Francine kept looking at him a certain way. Earlier, when she had given him the secret signal, he had witnessed her diplomatic skills at work and was still in awe. His future mother-in-law had a shrewd way of dealing with people and her so-called velvet gloves hid well hands of steel. While everyone at the table had some cause to present and insist that it was the most deserving charity, Francine didn’t let herself fooled by the people that had prepared the best speeches for the occasion. Although he was supposed to be there to save her, in the end, he had the impression that he had just witnessed a valuable lesson in how to deal with people, no matter how much pressure was involved, especially of the emotionally charged type.

“I know what you did,” he said with a smile. “You showed me the master in action.”

Francine grinned and nodded. “I knew you’d get the gist. You’re a smart young man. A lot of people are experienced in the art of saying nothing while using grand words. Charity work can be a ruthless world, but it is all for a good cause, in the end. The right causes,” she added. “But there’s something else I have to ask you about. I saw you speaking to Andrew Kincaid. What did he want?”

Maddox sighed and looked forward, at the back of Mr. Simmons’s head. “He told me that he didn’t get his invitation to the wedding. And I told him that he wasn’t supposed to get one. Not like that. I used more tact.” He hesitated for a moment. “Would it be that bad? I think he needs to see with his own two eyes that Jonathan is happy with me.”

“Andrew is a spoiled child,” Francine commented while tapping her fingers slowly on her bag. “But, of course, this isn’t something you should be asking me. It’s Jonathan – and you – who should decide. I’m in favor of not having to see that miscreant,” she said with a sigh of her own, “from now till eternity. That was vile, what he did. I can understand why my son was mortified by the whole affair. People never learn if they don’t pay for their mistakes.”

“It looks to me like he’s done some thinking on the matter. He doesn’t look that well.”

“Getting weaned off drugs can do that to a person,” Francine said and squared her shoulders. “But don’t let my opinion of him influence your final decision. In the end, if it helps Jonathan to see that his former… boyfriend, although I doubt I can call Andrew that, is moving on, I can’t be against it.”

“You and George seemed ready to allow Jonathan to have a real relationship with him, even get married.”

“Well, I was losing my son, and I was thinking of ways to make him happy. At the time, I believed he was keen on Andrew, and I needed to push the two of them together to see if they fused or repelled one another. But there was no need for that. You and Rusty came to the rescue.” She smiled and patted his knee. “And then I knew who my boy would be happy with for the rest of his life.”

“Thanks, Mrs. H. So you don’t think it would be that bad an idea if I ask Jonathan if he’s all right with having Drew invited to the wedding.”

Francine put both her hands up. “As I said, it is his decision and yours. I’ll make sure to have the right security on site prepared to remove him in case he becomes unmanageable.”

“He’s from a good family. I don’t think he’d go as far as to ruin the wedding. Weddings.” Maddox wasn’t entirely convinced of his own words and wanted to hear Francine’s take on the matter.

“A good family is your family, Maddox. Wealth and power don’t make up for bad choices. Or wrong upbringing. Andrew ticks both boxes. But, I am curious to see if the last year has served him well and whether he’s more of a grownup than the last time he interacted with you and Jonathan. Just make sure to discuss the matter with Jonathan. This concerns him the most.”

“I will,” Maddox said and nodded with determination. “He has the last word on this.”

“Good. I can tell you two have a strong foundation for starting a happy life together.”

Maddox felt a smile stretching his face to the max. Nothing made him happier than hearing that he was making his Jonathan happy. And if his better half didn’t want to see that beaten dog’s face at the wedding, he’d be fine with it.

***

“I suppose other celebrations are in order,” Matty said as he crowded Rusty against the door and caged him with his arms. It had to look a bit funny because he was shorter and slimmer, but Rusty adored playing the softie when it concerned him. “Dex and Zoey want us to throw a housewarming party, although I told them that we might not spend that much time here.”

“I have nothing against that. But I’ll tell them to bring food instead of some ugly vase that we’d end up hiding from view save for the times when they come visiting.”

“Is that how little faith you have in your friend Dex? Do you think he’d inflict such a burden on us? Or,” Matty wasn’t against a little bit of teasing, “do you suspect Zoey of wanting to do such a thing?”

“I put nothing beneath that little imp,” Rusty declared. “Thing is, I don’t want them to spend money on us, not before they’re gainfully employed. Like me,” he added with a grin.

Matty snickered and kissed his fiancé slowly and with clear intentions. “Well, we will have to tidy up, and make sure we have enough snacks, and that we have enough napkins--”

“Stop with the chore talk, you’re making me horny.”

Matty pushed himself away. “Then my work here is done.”

Rusty caught his arm before he could get away. “Aren’t you a cocktease?”

“Cocktease is my middle name.”

Rusty hugged him from behind and pushed him toward the bed. “Hasn’t it hit you? We haven’t had sex in this house yet.”

“I was thinking the same thing. We should try the bed. See if it’s going to wake up the neighbors when we do the horizontal cha-cha.”

“There’s always the floor.”

“Is that how low we are willing to go?”

“Low? I’d call it down and dirty, but whatever floats your boat. Or we might come up with a compromise.”

Matty didn’t have time to ask what compromise that would be because Rusty tackled him down to his knees while pushing his arms on the bed. For good measure, a short slap on the butt followed, making him giggle.

“I’m putting my foot down, so stop it with your snickering,” Rusty said severely.

“Oh, no, and what are you going to do if I don’t feel like it?”

Rusty grunted. “You really know how to push my buttons, Matty. Be grateful that I’m not putting you into your cat boy suit right now and having you twerk for me until I’m satisfied.”

“I’d do that.”

“Yeah, but I intend to make you feel a little sore because of my vigorous lovemaking and not because I let you shake your butt for hours.”

“For hours?”

“Why are you surprised? You know I have great staying power.”

“You don’t say,” Matty teased him. “Let’s put that to the test.”

It was his turn to grunt as Rusty pushed him down, one hand between his shoulder blades, and held him there while getting busy with his pants. Once his ass was naked, Matty had an inkling that he would be in for a major treat.

Yep, he was right. After slapping both cheeks lovingly a couple of times, Rusty grabbed them and dove in boldly. Matty gasped and grabbed fistfuls of sheets as he felt Rusty’s deft tongue exploring his backdoor. That was one area of expertise his naughty fiancé was an absolute master of. Sensations spread from there up his spine and throughout his whole body. The pressure of long fingers on the flesh of his ass cheeks kept him grounded while the tongue in his hole was working him good. Although it wouldn’t be enough to prevent them from moving on to more serious things quickly, Matty more than appreciated the gesture. And the technique. Especially the technique. His future husband surely knew how to make him come undone, and all the while using nothing but his insistent tongue.

Now, the tongue in question was moving lower, rubbing itself with abandon against the taint. The way it flicked against the skin there made Matty arch his back and shamelessly beg for more. Rusty appeared to take that as an order to move lower, and soon, his mouth was full of Matty’s balls.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come too fast,” Matty complained.

“Don’t come. I want you to do that with my cock in your ass.”

“In that case, you should hurry up because I think your tongue is fucking me too good.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, dear sir.”

“Stop joking, Rusty. Get back to licking.” Matty grabbed his lover’s head from behind and pushed his whole face against his ass.

But his sensual assailant already had other plans. After giving the head of the cock in his hand a long wet swipe, Rusty moved away. Matty heard the shuffling of clothes, and a shudder of anticipated pleasure coursed through him.

He winced for a moment as he felt the cold lube landing on his hole but relaxed right away as Rusty worked him with his long fingers, opening him slowly.

“Please, don’t take all day,” he moaned.

“You’re quite the demanding type,” Rusty commented. “But that’s okay. Look what I have for you, darling.” The Mighty Thor smacked Matty’s crack playfully and then was guided with purpose by its owner, straight for the prize.

“Oh, wow, how come you’re bigger?” Matty teased between two moans of pleasure.

“Don’t you know? My dick has never stopped growing since I met you. It’s its way to show its appreciation for getting to meet the tight hole of its dreams.”

“You don’t say. Ah, put it in already. Stop fooling around.”

“Hmm, Matty, I think it’s you that got tighter. I can barely get the head in.”

“If the head is in, the rest should be easy.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Matty gasped as Rusty began pushing in slowly, making sure that he felt every inch. The rhythm was so snail-like that he could count the beats. All of them, because eventually Rusty was in fully and busy hugging him and kissing his ears and neck. His hands moved over Matty’s flanks and then grabbed him by the waist.

“Fuck, you have no idea how nice your ass looks from up here. I so want to fuck you.”

“Then less talking, more fucking,” Matty suggested, choking slightly as he felt so full of Rusty that he was no longer in control of what sensations he was experiencing.

“Stop provoking me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“I don’t mind you being a little bit of a villain when we’re at this point.”

“Oh, yeah? Like how? As if I own your ass?” Rusty poured the naughty words right into his ear, making him quiver with impatience.

“That should do it, yes,” Matty agreed hurriedly.

Rusty moved slightly away and thrust back in, making both their bodies shake.

“Oh, yes,” Matty whispered. “Go faster now.”

“Your wish is my command.” Rusty repeated the move, more amply this time, and his fingers dug deep into Matty’s hips. There might be a bit of bruising later, but that was the kind of thing Matty loved. It was his secret, the usually fast fading marks of Rusty’s lovemaking on his body. After all, he gave as good as he got, and when it was Rusty on the receiving end, he didn’t spare a drop of passion.

***

Damn, that was one enticing sight that he didn’t want to miss, not even by blinking. Matty was naughty to goad him like that, but it was true that he enjoyed it when he went hard like this, his body slamming against his fiancé’s taut ass, the continuous slapping adding to the mounting excitement. He loved going at it so fiercely; Matty only had to say that he wanted to be owned, and Rusty was there to deliver. His hole squeezed him like mad, and he had to move rapidly, or he risked getting his cock choked and held hostage.

“How is it going, Matty?” he asked for confirmation.

“It’s so good it blows my mind,” Matty whispered and moaned.

“Are you close? I want to come with you.”

“Yes, yes… like now,” Matty groaned and threw his head back.

Rusty hadn’t been quite prepared, so it was a good thing that the Mighty Thor was just as fast on the uptake as usual. Their grunts and shouts of delight mingled as their bodies thrashed in a frenzy. Matty was pushing back, slamming hard against him, as their synchronized orgasms took over.

He could feel every pulse, every drop of cum shooting out of him and straight into Matty’s tight, hot ass. It really felt like he was being milked. And Matty did his part squeezing and trembling, his sweaty back the most beautiful sight in the world in Rusty’s book.

Minutes later, when they could speak again without impediment, Matty remarked. “We haven’t even unpacked everything.”

“Well,” Rusty replied gamely, “there’s a time for everything.”

Matty laughed. “And the time for us to fuck was now.”

“Yes, definitely. Fucking, first, unpacking, later. Ah, damn, Matty, I can’t tell you how happy I feel here, with you. Even if we don’t live here more than several months, I think we’ll make the most out of it.”

Matty pushed himself up and offered him a hand to pull him to his feet, as well. “I have no doubt about that. Let’s take a shower and then prepare for Dex’s and Zoey’s visit. Zoey keeps telling me that she got taller.”

“No, for real. How much taller? An inch?”

“No, that would be preposterous,” Matty said with a small laugh. “Between you and me, I think she’s imagining things, but it’s her usual go-to lie when she’s seven parts excited, three parts nervous. It’s code for how much she wants to see me so that we can talk again.”

“I guess that’s one thing we need to be prepared for. You know, not seeing our friends all the time. This is no longer summer break as we know it.”

“Yep,” Matty confirmed and wrapped himself around him. “But it’s not that bad. We get to be together.”

“That surely compensates. You know,” Rusty said, feeling a bit in the mood for a confession, “before you happened, I had no idea how my life would look after college. Now it’s all clear.”

“Hmm, so maybe a little bit boring and predictable?”

“Don’t you even dare say such a thing, cat boy,” Rusty teased him back. “No, it’s wonderful. I feel like I can stand tall now. No more burdens and dark futures.”

“Come here,” Matty said, with no intention of scolding him for getting a bit too emotional after sex. “I never thought I’d get you to become my lawfully wedded husband, but here we are. I guess you can’t foretell the future for yourself.”

“Totally a good thing,” Rusty added. “Because that would be really boring and predictable.”

***

Without even examining his fiancé too closely, Jonathan knew that there was something eating Maddox, and also that he was taking his time putting it out in the open. As he told his parents good night, he had to fight himself not to grab his man and hurry him up the stairs so that they could talk.

“So,” he asked, once they were finally alone, “how was the country club with mom? Were you bored?”

“You were right,” Maddox said right away.

“That they don’t exactly drink tea with their pinkie raised there?”

“No. That I might meet Drew there.”

Jonathan felt his spine turn rigid. “What happened? Did he give you a hard time?”

“No, not at all. He was just sad that he didn’t get invited to the wedding.”

Jonathan looked at Maddox, still puzzled by the guarded look in the pretty grey eyes. “Sad? I find that hard to imagine. He can put on an act when he wants. And he didn’t get invited because, well, I should think that it is fairly obvious why.” He moved to the bed and began straightening the blankets and fluffing the pillows. Somehow, hearing about Drew still annoyed him and made him feel helpless about what had happened in the past.

Maddox took him by the shoulders and began squeezing the tension in them away. “Would it be so bad? I mean, how about we show him once and for all that he’s a closed chapter for you?”

Jonathan grimaced. He enjoyed his lover’s touch, but he couldn’t help but feel irritated. “It’s supposed to be our happy day. I don’t want to see his face on that particular occasion. I mean, it’s one thing if it happens by accident, if we bump into him out in the street or in any other public place. But this, I don’t want.”

All right, he definitely sounded like a kid, and he hated that too.

“That’s okay,” Maddox said and pulled him into a hug. “I wanted to ask you about it. And there’s no way I’d want anything other than what you do on stuff like this.”

“Babe, did he get to you? He definitely made an impression on you.”

“I don’t know,” Maddox replied. “I guess he did look like a kicked puppy, and that did make an impression on me. Let’s forget about it. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable about anything.”

“I just hate it that he thinks he can get away with everything,” Jonathan said. “I hope he wasn’t high when he talked to you, at least.”

“He was surprisingly civil. I guess that was why it was easy to feel for him. He looked down. Your mom thinks is the effect of being weaned off drugs. I think he just has his regrets and needs to deal with them. But, of course, he can do that on his own.”

Jonathan frowned slightly as he began to turn the new information around in his head, examining it from all sides. “You know what?” he said with a sigh. “I’ll think about it. Let’s get to sleep and, in the morning, I’ll see how I feel about him coming to our wedding. But it’s only because of your good heart, just so you know.”

“Well, my good heart is at ease then. Only that I don’t think I want to go to sleep. Just yet.”

Jonathan chuckled while tilting his head back for a kiss. Well, he could live with that. Thinking about Drew’s request could very well wait.

TBCChapter Four – A Time for Everything

Once they were back in the car, Maddox noticed how Francine kept looking at him a certain way. Earlier, when she had given him the secret signal, he had witnessed her diplomatic skills at work and was still in awe. His future mother-in-law had a shrewd way of dealing with people and her so-called velvet gloves hid well hands of steel. While everyone at the table had some cause to present and insist that it was the most deserving charity, Francine didn’t let herself fooled by the people that had prepared the best speeches for the occasion. Although he was supposed to be there to save her, in the end, he had the impression that he had just witnessed a valuable lesson in how to deal with people, no matter how much pressure was involved, especially of the emotionally charged type.

“I know what you did,” he said with a smile. “You showed me the master in action.”

Francine grinned and nodded. “I knew you’d get the gist. You’re a smart young man. A lot of people are experienced in the art of saying nothing while using grand words. Charity work can be a ruthless world, but it is all for a good cause, in the end. The right causes,” she added. “But there’s something else I have to ask you about. I saw you speaking to Andrew Kincaid. What did he want?”

Maddox sighed and looked forward, at the back of Mr. Simmons’s head. “He told me that he didn’t get his invitation to the wedding. And I told him that he wasn’t supposed to get one. Not like that. I used more tact.” He hesitated for a moment. “Would it be that bad? I think he needs to see with his own two eyes that Jonathan is happy with me.”

“Andrew is a spoiled child,” Francine commented while tapping her fingers slowly on her bag. “But, of course, this isn’t something you should be asking me. It’s Jonathan – and you – who should decide. I’m in favor of not having to see that miscreant,” she said with a sigh of her own, “from now till eternity. That was vile, what he did. I can understand why my son was mortified by the whole affair. People never learn if they don’t pay for their mistakes.”

“It looks to me like he’s done some thinking on the matter. He doesn’t look that well.”

“Getting weaned off drugs can do that to a person,” Francine said and squared her shoulders. “But don’t let my opinion of him influence your final decision. In the end, if it helps Jonathan to see that his former… boyfriend, although I doubt I can call Andrew that, is moving on, I can’t be against it.”

“You and George seemed ready to allow Jonathan to have a real relationship with him, even get married.”

“Well, I was losing my son, and I was thinking of ways to make him happy. At the time, I believed he was keen on Andrew, and I needed to push the two of them together to see if they fused or repelled one another. But there was no need for that. You and Rusty came to the rescue.” She smiled and patted his knee. “And then I knew who my boy would be happy with for the rest of his life.”

“Thanks, Mrs. H. So you don’t think it would be that bad an idea if I ask Jonathan if he’s all right with having Drew invited to the wedding.”

Francine put both her hands up. “As I said, it is his decision and yours. I’ll make sure to have the right security on site prepared to remove him in case he becomes unmanageable.”

“He’s from a good family. I don’t think he’d go as far as to ruin the wedding. Weddings.” Maddox wasn’t entirely convinced of his own words and wanted to hear Francine’s take on the matter.

“A good family is your family, Maddox. Wealth and power don’t make up for bad choices. Or wrong upbringing. Andrew ticks both boxes. But, I am curious to see if the last year has served him well and whether he’s more of a grownup than the last time he interacted with you and Jonathan. Just make sure to discuss the matter with Jonathan. This concerns him the most.”

“I will,” Maddox said and nodded with determination. “He has the last word on this.”

“Good. I can tell you two have a strong foundation for starting a happy life together.”

Maddox felt a smile stretching his face to the max. Nothing made him happier than hearing that he was making his Jonathan happy. And if his better half didn’t want to see that beaten dog’s face at the wedding, he’d be fine with it.

***

“I suppose other celebrations are in order,” Matty said as he crowded Rusty against the door and caged him with his arms. It had to look a bit funny because he was shorter and slimmer, but Rusty adored playing the softie when it concerned him. “Dex and Zoey want us to throw a housewarming party, although I told them that we might not spend that much time here.”

“I have nothing against that. But I’ll tell them to bring food instead of some ugly vase that we’d end up hiding from view save for the times when they come visiting.”

“Is that how little faith you have in your friend Dex? Do you think he’d inflict such a burden on us? Or,” Matty wasn’t against a little bit of teasing, “do you suspect Zoey of wanting to do such a thing?”

“I put nothing beneath that little imp,” Rusty declared. “Thing is, I don’t want them to spend money on us, not before they’re gainfully employed. Like me,” he added with a grin.

Matty snickered and kissed his fiancé slowly and with clear intentions. “Well, we will have to tidy up, and make sure we have enough snacks, and that we have enough napkins--”

“Stop with the chore talk, you’re making me horny.”

Matty pushed himself away. “Then my work here is done.”

Rusty caught his arm before he could get away. “Aren’t you a cocktease?”

“Cocktease is my middle name.”

Rusty hugged him from behind and pushed him toward the bed. “Hasn’t it hit you? We haven’t had sex in this house yet.”

“I was thinking the same thing. We should try the bed. See if it’s going to wake up the neighbors when we do the horizontal cha-cha.”

“There’s always the floor.”

“Is that how low we are willing to go?”

“Low? I’d call it down and dirty, but whatever floats your boat. Or we might come up with a compromise.”

Matty didn’t have time to ask what compromise that would be because Rusty tackled him down to his knees while pushing his arms on the bed. For good measure, a short slap on the butt followed, making him giggle.

“I’m putting my foot down, so stop it with your snickering,” Rusty said severely.

“Oh, no, and what are you going to do if I don’t feel like it?”

Rusty grunted. “You really know how to push my buttons, Matty. Be grateful that I’m not putting you into your cat boy suit right now and having you twerk for me until I’m satisfied.”

“I’d do that.”

“Yeah, but I intend to make you feel a little sore because of my vigorous lovemaking and not because I let you shake your butt for hours.”

“For hours?”

“Why are you surprised? You know I have great staying power.”

“You don’t say,” Matty teased him. “Let’s put that to the test.”

It was his turn to grunt as Rusty pushed him down, one hand between his shoulder blades, and held him there while getting busy with his pants. Once his ass was naked, Matty had an inkling that he would be in for a major treat.

Yep, he was right. After slapping both cheeks lovingly a couple of times, Rusty grabbed them and dove in boldly. Matty gasped and grabbed fistfuls of sheets as he felt Rusty’s deft tongue exploring his backdoor. That was one area of expertise his naughty fiancé was an absolute master of. Sensations spread from there up his spine and throughout his whole body. The pressure of long fingers on the flesh of his ass cheeks kept him grounded while the tongue in his hole was working him good. Although it wouldn’t be enough to prevent them from moving on to more serious things quickly, Matty more than appreciated the gesture. And the technique. Especially the technique. His future husband surely knew how to make him come undone, and all the while using nothing but his insistent tongue.

Now, the tongue in question was moving lower, rubbing itself with abandon against the taint. The way it flicked against the skin there made Matty arch his back and shamelessly beg for more. Rusty appeared to take that as an order to move lower, and soon, his mouth was full of Matty’s balls.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come too fast,” Matty complained.

“Don’t come. I want you to do that with my cock in your ass.”

“In that case, you should hurry up because I think your tongue is fucking me too good.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, dear sir.”

“Stop joking, Rusty. Get back to licking.” Matty grabbed his lover’s head from behind and pushed his whole face against his ass.

But his sensual assailant already had other plans. After giving the head of the cock in his hand a long wet swipe, Rusty moved away. Matty heard the shuffling of clothes, and a shudder of anticipated pleasure coursed through him.

He winced for a moment as he felt the cold lube landing on his hole but relaxed right away as Rusty worked him with his long fingers, opening him slowly.

“Please, don’t take all day,” he moaned.

“You’re quite the demanding type,” Rusty commented. “But that’s okay. Look what I have for you, darling.” The Mighty Thor smacked Matty’s crack playfully and then was guided with purpose by its owner, straight for the prize.

“Oh, wow, how come you’re bigger?” Matty teased between two moans of pleasure.

“Don’t you know? My dick has never stopped growing since I met you. It’s its way to show its appreciation for getting to meet the tight hole of its dreams.”

“You don’t say. Ah, put it in already. Stop fooling around.”

“Hmm, Matty, I think it’s you that got tighter. I can barely get the head in.”

“If the head is in, the rest should be easy.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Matty gasped as Rusty began pushing in slowly, making sure that he felt every inch. The rhythm was so snail-like that he could count the beats. All of them, because eventually Rusty was in fully and busy hugging him and kissing his ears and neck. His hands moved over Matty’s flanks and then grabbed him by the waist.

“Fuck, you have no idea how nice your ass looks from up here. I so want to fuck you.”

“Then less talking, more fucking,” Matty suggested, choking slightly as he felt so full of Rusty that he was no longer in control of what sensations he was experiencing.

“Stop provoking me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“I don’t mind you being a little bit of a villain when we’re at this point.”

“Oh, yeah? Like how? As if I own your ass?” Rusty poured the naughty words right into his ear, making him quiver with impatience.

“That should do it, yes,” Matty agreed hurriedly.

Rusty moved slightly away and thrust back in, making both their bodies shake.

“Oh, yes,” Matty whispered. “Go faster now.”

“Your wish is my command.” Rusty repeated the move, more amply this time, and his fingers dug deep into Matty’s hips. There might be a bit of bruising later, but that was the kind of thing Matty loved. It was his secret, the usually fast fading marks of Rusty’s lovemaking on his body. After all, he gave as good as he got, and when it was Rusty on the receiving end, he didn’t spare a drop of passion.

***

Damn, that was one enticing sight that he didn’t want to miss, not even by blinking. Matty was naughty to goad him like that, but it was true that he enjoyed it when he went hard like this, his body slamming against his fiancé’s taut ass, the continuous slapping adding to the mounting excitement. He loved going at it so fiercely; Matty only had to say that he wanted to be owned, and Rusty was there to deliver. His hole squeezed him like mad, and he had to move rapidly, or he risked getting his cock choked and held hostage.

“How is it going, Matty?” he asked for confirmation.

“It’s so good it blows my mind,” Matty whispered and moaned.

“Are you close? I want to come with you.”

“Yes, yes… like now,” Matty groaned and threw his head back.

Rusty hadn’t been quite prepared, so it was a good thing that the Mighty Thor was just as fast on the uptake as usual. Their grunts and shouts of delight mingled as their bodies thrashed in a frenzy. Matty was pushing back, slamming hard against him, as their synchronized orgasms took over.

He could feel every pulse, every drop of cum shooting out of him and straight into Matty’s tight, hot ass. It really felt like he was being milked. And Matty did his part squeezing and trembling, his sweaty back the most beautiful sight in the world in Rusty’s book.

Minutes later, when they could speak again without impediment, Matty remarked. “We haven’t even unpacked everything.”

“Well,” Rusty replied gamely, “there’s a time for everything.”

Matty laughed. “And the time for us to fuck was now.”

“Yes, definitely. Fucking, first, unpacking, later. Ah, damn, Matty, I can’t tell you how happy I feel here, with you. Even if we don’t live here more than several months, I think we’ll make the most out of it.”

Matty pushed himself up and offered him a hand to pull him to his feet, as well. “I have no doubt about that. Let’s take a shower and then prepare for Dex’s and Zoey’s visit. Zoey keeps telling me that she got taller.”

“No, for real. How much taller? An inch?”

“No, that would be preposterous,” Matty said with a small laugh. “Between you and me, I think she’s imagining things, but it’s her usual go-to lie when she’s seven parts excited, three parts nervous. It’s code for how much she wants to see me so that we can talk again.”

“I guess that’s one thing we need to be prepared for. You know, not seeing our friends all the time. This is no longer summer break as we know it.”

“Yep,” Matty confirmed and wrapped himself around him. “But it’s not that bad. We get to be together.”

“That surely compensates. You know,” Rusty said, feeling a bit in the mood for a confession, “before you happened, I had no idea how my life would look after college. Now it’s all clear.”

“Hmm, so maybe a little bit boring and predictable?”

“Don’t you even dare say such a thing, cat boy,” Rusty teased him back. “No, it’s wonderful. I feel like I can stand tall now. No more burdens and dark futures.”

“Come here,” Matty said, with no intention of scolding him for getting a bit too emotional after sex. “I never thought I’d get you to become my lawfully wedded husband, but here we are. I guess you can’t foretell the future for yourself.”

“Totally a good thing,” Rusty added. “Because that would be really boring and predictable.”

***

Without even examining his fiancé too closely, Jonathan knew that there was something eating Maddox, and also that he was taking his time putting it out in the open. As he told his parents good night, he had to fight himself not to grab his man and hurry him up the stairs so that they could talk.

“So,” he asked, once they were finally alone, “how was the country club with mom? Were you bored?”

“You were right,” Maddox said right away.

“That they don’t exactly drink tea with their pinkie raised there?”

“No. That I might meet Drew there.”

Jonathan felt his spine turn rigid. “What happened? Did he give you a hard time?”

“No, not at all. He was just sad that he didn’t get invited to the wedding.”

Jonathan looked at Maddox, still puzzled by the guarded look in the pretty grey eyes. “Sad? I find that hard to imagine. He can put on an act when he wants. And he didn’t get invited because, well, I should think that it is fairly obvious why.” He moved to the bed and began straightening the blankets and fluffing the pillows. Somehow, hearing about Drew still annoyed him and made him feel helpless about what had happened in the past.

Maddox took him by the shoulders and began squeezing the tension in them away. “Would it be so bad? I mean, how about we show him once and for all that he’s a closed chapter for you?”

Jonathan grimaced. He enjoyed his lover’s touch, but he couldn’t help but feel irritated. “It’s supposed to be our happy day. I don’t want to see his face on that particular occasion. I mean, it’s one thing if it happens by accident, if we bump into him out in the street or in any other public place. But this, I don’t want.”

All right, he definitely sounded like a kid, and he hated that too.

“That’s okay,” Maddox said and pulled him into a hug. “I wanted to ask you about it. And there’s no way I’d want anything other than what you do on stuff like this.”

“Babe, did he get to you? He definitely made an impression on you.”

“I don’t know,” Maddox replied. “I guess he did look like a kicked puppy, and that did make an impression on me. Let’s forget about it. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable about anything.”

“I just hate it that he thinks he can get away with everything,” Jonathan said. “I hope he wasn’t high when he talked to you, at least.”

“He was surprisingly civil. I guess that was why it was easy to feel for him. He looked down. Your mom thinks is the effect of being weaned off drugs. I think he just has his regrets and needs to deal with them. But, of course, he can do that on his own.”

Jonathan frowned slightly as he began to turn the new information around in his head, examining it from all sides. “You know what?” he said with a sigh. “I’ll think about it. Let’s get to sleep and, in the morning, I’ll see how I feel about him coming to our wedding. But it’s only because of your good heart, just so you know.”

“Well, my good heart is at ease then. Only that I don’t think I want to go to sleep. Just yet.”

Jonathan chuckled while tilting his head back for a kiss. Well, he could live with that. Thinking about Drew’s request could very well wait.

TBC

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