Entry tags:

30 seconds to mars, 30stm: jared leto, mcr: matt cortez, my chemical romance, penguins in space verse, penguins: matt/jared

FIC: Never the Easy Way- pt 1/?
title: Never The Easy Way
author: lisa roquin
rating: adult
fandom: 30StM/MCR
pairing/characters: Jared Leto/Matt Cortez, also Matt Cortez/Tomo, Jared/OFC, Matt/OCs. Bob Bryar/Shannon Leto, MCR/Wives, Brian Schechter/Margo Brezinski (OC), numerous others & various OCs flitting through the background to fill up the scenery
series/sequel: Penguins In Space Verse
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything. **all of the Cortez family are entirely ficticious for the purpose of this story**
summary: Neither one of them have much of a history for doing things the easy way, and whatever the hell this is--it definitely isn't easy, simple or freaking unicorn shirts and penguins happily ever after.
warning: graphic sex, angst, language, drug & alcohol use, mild violence, more sex, more language, more angst, touching on numerous trigger-worthy issues woven through that go from abortion, sexual harassment, past references to/implications of rape & consensual turned non-con (nothing on screen) reference to domestic abuse, and the list goes on. Honestly I'm at a loss for attempting to warn for this one. The accumulative effects of living hard and most around them doing the same. Here be smut, angst and a fairly rough rollercoaster ride.
author notes: massive amounts of thanks to gwionfawyr, jiltanith and tsorriana for reading through, listening to me whine, and in general making this a lot better. And thanks to silverceri for her help with beta'ing the first bits of this way back when.


authors note 2: this starts about partway through It Starts With Penguins In Space Or Some Shit Like That and runs concurrent through it and along with majority of the Penguins Outtakes and My Idiot. Though this should be able to be read entirely on it's own.

Direct references to Chance Meeting which is pretty much prologue to this.

also note: Sept 28 2008- this is still a WIP as I start posting it, but there's almost 140k completed and on the homestretch (read probably only 20k ish more to be written). It's my intended finish as unofficial nano project and knock on wood hopefully complete by US Thanksgiving.

Hotel Night, My Chemical Romance/30 Seconds to Mars/The Syndicate Tour Late December 2008


“What the fuck is your problem?” Tomo asked as Jared let him into the hotel room the Letos were sharing.

“Why are you here?”

“Tim went with your brother to get pizzas or something. Shannon was ready to blow a fucking fuse. What did you do?”

Jared glared at Tomo and moved to flop back on his bed. His head hurt and Shannon was being an ass. He kept insisting that the only thing going on was Jared's overactive imagination. That didn't deter Jared. Shannon had insisted there'd been nothing but his overactive imagination on the subject of Tomo right up 'til the night Jared had walked in on the two of them. Jared had rolled his eyes at Shannon's explanation of denying that forever because he hadn't wanted Jared to get any fucking ideas, and there honest to god wasn't anything going on except for an occasional fuck.

Shannon had punched the wall and stalked out when Jared started poking around over what was wrong, if he'd had a fight with Bob or what. Jared could see Shan wanting to keep it quiet for a bit yet. Shannon always played things the quietest when they were either the most important or the most fucked up. He got that. Shannon was cautious, or at least the more cautious one of the two of them not necessarily by the rest of the world's definition. Jared couldn't figure out if Shannon was being so quiet because things were good and he was being stupidly cautious and holding back, or if he was being quiet because things were fucked up.

“I'm trying to figure out if he's okay.” Jared huffed under Tomo's glare. Tomo was on the very, very short list of people Jared trusted with anything serious about Shannon. Actually, Tomo was the list, other than Jared and Shannon's grandmother and mother. Tim was almost on the list. Almost.

“Why wouldn't Shannon be okay?”

Jared huffed. “If he got in a fight with Bob or something,”

“Why would he fight with Bob?”

Jared curled up on the bed and closed his eyes. How the hell did Tomo not know? Hell Shannon told Tomo more than he did Jared sometimes.

Tomo shook his head and muttered under his breath. “You're going to bed?”

“I'm fucking tired and Shannon gave me a headache.”

“Shannon gave you a headache?” Tomo snorted and flopped on the other bed, reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels on the television.

“Fuck it,” Jared muttered and got up, headed for his bag and the baggie he'd managed to get earlier from one of the crew. Tomo didn't know anything? How the hell did Tomo not know anything? Really that was...

He shook off the thoughts and rolled the joint with practiced ease. Tomo's attention immediately caught by Jared's actions and he moved to sit by Jared. “Share, asshole.”

*

What the fuck had Shannon done? Gone and killed a cow for his burger? He should be back by now, it had been over a freaking hour. How long did it take to find food? The smoke left him relaxed and sleepy, and worrying about his brother was threatening to bring back the headache and wound-up worrying about his brother.

The pounding on the door made Jared grumble. Tomo got up, muttered under his breath as he answered the door. “OH FUCK WHAT DID YOU DO, JARED?” Tomo shouted.

Jared opened his eyes and sat up with a protest of “I didn't do anything!” What the hell? What were Gerard and most of his band doing at the door?

“No, this time it was his fucking brother! Where is he?” Frank snarled.

“He went out to get some food or something with Tim,” Jared said unable to stop the yawn. Fuck fuck fuck. Yeah that's what Tomo had said. Went to get food...

“Your brother's a fucking asshole!” Mikey announced.

Huh. Mikey could be scary. Shannon was right. Jared looked at Gerard, half defiant because Shannon was not an asshole! If anyone was an asshole it was Bob, and just what had his brother done?

“Bob's birthday is New Years Eve,” Gerard answered Jared's unspoken question. His voice cold and unforgiving.

“Oh. Fuck.” Jared paled. Shannon could remember the time and date of everything Jared had ever fucked up that had caused trouble for his big brother. Being able to remember things like his boyfriend's birthday were obviously beyond Shan. Of course, this was Shannon. Dumb ass might not even have pulled his head out of his ass enough to think of asking when Bob's birthday was.

“Yeah. Do something about your fucking brother,” Mikey growled.

“I will I swear. Uh, who's rooming with Bob tonight?”

“Me.”

Jared looked at Frank. Shit. “You want to switch with Shannon?”

“Sure. Just as long as I don't have to share a room with you I don't care,” Frank nodded.

Jared winced. Fuck. Bob's band really hated him. That wasn't good. Fuck. He wasn't going to be the one that screwed this up for Shannon. Shannon might never forgive him, and Jared couldn't handle that.

*

“Shannon and Bob?” Tomo stared at Jared when the My Chem guys headed for the elevators, not willing to wait for Jared to get shoes and well, clothes on. He'd been in for the night and stripped down to boxers because Shannon had a thing for cranking the thermostat to freaking summer-desert or something for a temperature in hotels.

Jared nodded and tugged on one tennis shoe. God he was already sweating but Shannon bitched if the temperature got turned down, at least in hotels in the winter. On stage he'd play three-quarters naked and never notice the temperature, put him in a hotel room or on a bus and he'd fucking shiver and bitch if he had to be still anywhere it was below seventy degrees.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I'm fucking sure, where's my other shoe?”

“Here. Really? He hasn't said shit...”

“You fucking idiot. We're talking about SHANNON.”

“Shit,” Tomo agreed.

“Bob probably got upset because we're going to Ruby's and Shan's still being all quiet--”

“Shit,” Tomo groaned. “He actually finds someone decent and he's going to fuck up being a moron.”

“Yeah.”

*

Jared stared in horror at the group that came into the hotel lobby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh FUCK the brunette just shoved her hand down Shannon's pants. Goddamn and his brother called him the stupid one. Tim had a girl pressed to either side and two more following and Shan had a girl to each side. All of the girls looked like they'd been out partying hard all evening.

Well, at least Frank and Mikey weren't killing Shannon as they peeled the two girls off him. Jared glanced at Tomo who looked back.

“Think we could borrow Matt, Gee?”

“Just for this? Yeah, I guess.” Gerard easily agreed even as he frowned and started hauling Shannon toward the elevators.

Jared ended up with the two that had been attached to his brother, and not missing the light that went on in their eyes as they recognized him. Any protest about Shannon being hauled off lost at their obvious improved mood at getting the 'better' Leto brother. Matt could have these two for all he cared and Tomo could have the two now glommed to him. Jared could go back to his room and turn down the fucking thermostat and worry about his brother til he could gage what went on with Bob and Shannon in the morning.

Frank choked. “I'll send him to Tomo's room.”

“Thanks, Frank.” Jared smiled and snorted at Frank's turn down of the dumb brunette.

“PIZZA!” Tomo shouted.

“Pepperoni,” Frank announced as he looked in the first of the two pizza boxes he'd taken from Shannon.

“Shannon's,” Jared called out. Like Shannon ever had fucking anything but pepperoni. The pizzas Tim was holding were likely his and Tomo's.

Frank shoved the pepperoni back into Shannon's hands. “Veggie Lover's, cool,” Frank said as he peered in the remaining box, and helped himself to a piece.

“That's fucking mine, Iero!” Jared protested.

“You want Matt or not?” Frank had the balls to say.

Jared bit his tongue and moved to grab his pizza from Frank. He completely ignored the protest and grab from the brunette who'd had her hand down Shannon's pants. He couldn't care less about her, he was worried about Shan. Bob better not fucking hurt his brother and damn it he was hungry, she was drunk and not all that interesting, not tonight. With Matt there he could probably slip off unnoticed.

Something about Cortez bugged the hell out of him, familiar somehow, like he should know the guy but fucked if he could place him from anywhere but Gerard's band. Jared was pretty sure the guy didn't like him since he tended to stay back and stay quiet, but none of Bob's band seemed to like him, and Cortez was almost one of them. At least temped, and he was the head guitar tech, and rode the damn band bus. Gee thought Cortez was a fucking saint, and he seemed to be fairly tight with Bob, too. Some instinct said Cortez was trustworthy. That instinct rarely cropped up. Tomo had been one. Bob honestly another, but that still remained to be seen, so didn't count. To lesser extents Tim and Gee. Even kinda Colin, Jonny, and Francisco. The instances were few and far between.

He knew Cortez was single. So was DeWees but Cortez made Jared less nervous, and Tomo had gotten along well enough with Cortez and Ray talking guitars and shit when they'd been on the My Chem bus. Cortez also seemed to be the fucking porn connoisseur of the bunch so likely enough to go along with whatever the fuck this ended up.

Jared really didn't care, he wanted to eat and curl up and wait for Shannon, make sure Bob didn't hurt his brother over an honest fucking mistake. He let the momentum take him as Tim and Tomo managed to steer their girls toward the bank of elevators and the two now attached to him followed. He leaned against the wall of the elevator and managed to get a slice of pizza out of the box, and nearly choked on his first bite as the brunette that had stuck her hand down Shannon's pants stuck her hand down his. He wondered if the bitch was in heat or what.


*

Tim was the only one that still got a thrill out of the girls that were a dime a dozen if you bothered with them. Not that Jared, Shannon or Tomo were going to turn down what was offered if they were in the mood for it, but they'd all been on the road more than long enough to be jaded as hell. Hell, Tomo and Shan's weird understanding was almost worth being jealous of. Tomo didn't usually go for guys and if he did, he was strictly a top—though Jared honestly couldn't think of any guy Tomo'd fucked other than Shan. They at least got sex without worry of strings or bullshit all over the internet out of it and Tomo wasn't the least bit bothered by Shan having Bob now, other than worried about Shan fucking it up.

He couldn't have cared less that the two girls gave him a look of disgust when Cortez was let into the room and started vying for Cortez. One of them recognized Cortez from a show a year or so before that Cortez had played when Mikey had been off, close enough to a rock star and one that was possibly more interested in them than pizza.

One of them had Cortez' shirt and hoodie pushed up in no time flat, hand running over his back. Cortez. Jesus fuck. Cortez. The face might be blurry in his memory but that goddamn tattoo wasn't.

Jared ran, his pizza knocked over and landing on the floor of Tim and Tomo's room.

*

“The fuck?” Tomo frowned. “Shit..”

Matt turned just in time to catch how pale Jared was.

“Goddamn it,” Tim whined. “Whose turn is it?”

“Shannon's,” Tomo sighed.

Matt looked from one to the other. “Just a minute, sweetheart.” He pulled the hand from his crotch. “He okay?”

“He's in one of his funks. And goddamn it.”

“I'll go.” Matt said, the cool air on his back and fingernails scratching lightly over the Cortez tattoo. Shit. He wondered if that wasn't what set Jared off. Not like that night hadn't popped up a lot in his thoughts since this tour started. Even if it was a bit fuzzy in places, he knew who Jay had been without a doubt. He'd caught Urban Legend on video at a friend's not even six months after that. He hadn't given much thought to if Jared had remembered him or not. Not like it mattered if he did or didn't, Matt remembered the night well enough but Jay had been too damned gorgeous and too fucked up not to make a helluva lot more of an impression than the average hookup. Matt sincerely doubted he was anything of note for someone like Jared.

Tomo scowled at him.

“Dude, you rode with us two weeks while your bus was fucked,” Matt said with a snort. “I can handle him.”

“It's you or him 'cause I'm not,” Tim said leaning back on the bed with the two girls who'd attached themselves to him.

The girl in Tomo's lap whined and wriggled. The girl who was pressed tight against Tomo's side, and looked enough like the one in Tomo's lap, except for the difference of patently unnatural hair color, to be at least sisters, if not twins, pouted. “We want you to stay.” The one in Tomo's lap leaned to kiss her double-sister-twin-whatever. And damn that was a pretty sight. Tomo groaned.

Matt sighed and nudged the blonde toward Tomo and the brunette toward Tim. “I'll keep an eye on him.” He managed not to snort at the brunette's petulant “UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!” which nearly drowned out Tomo's shout of “Six-Twenty-Five!”

*

“I'm fucking fine, Tomo--” Jared began as he yanked open the room door angrily.

Matt threw his weight against the door as Jared tried to slam it shut. He grunted as the door knob caught him in the stomach and Jared did his level best to crush Matt in between the door and frame where he'd managed to wedge himself before the door was slammed in his face. “Let me in or I will make a fucking scene then go interrupt Bob and Shannon's night.” he managed to grate out.

“Fucking asshole,” Jared snarled, stalked toward the bed and sat down with an angry toddler-ish petulance, and hard enough to bounce a couple times at that.

Matt shook his head as he let himself in the room. He was going to have fucking bruises from the door and the frame on his back, shoulder and stomach. Goddamn.

“They're worried about leaving you alone. I volunteered. And fuck, it's a sauna in here.”

“Shannon screwed with the thermostat,” Jared muttered. “I don't need a fucking babysitter.”

“Well, you got one. Because your band will be pissed as hell otherwise since I said I'd come hang out with you. And then they'll get your brother pissed too. And then Bob'll be pissed at me.”

“Bob doesn't like me. He wouldn't care.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Dude, he defended you when everyone was ready to shoot Brian and Gee over you guys on this tour. Said you and Gerard played nice together in Chicago too when Gerard was up there with Bob over the break after recording. No one's a fan of you and Gee winding each other up and getting in bitch fights but no one hates you for it. Well, Mikey maybe, but only when you've got Gerard wound. And you'd hate anyone who wound up Shannon regularly so you can't bitch much about that.”

“How long have you had that tattoo on your back?”

“First real big piece I got. And my fifth tatt. I was eighteen when I got it. And I was about a month shy of twenty when you last saw it if that's what you're freaking about, that I was underage or shit.”

“Bob--”

“What about Bob? And you mind if I turn down the heat a bit?”

“If Bob kicks Shannon out he'll be back and bitch about it being cold in here.”

“Bob ain't going to kick Shannon out,” Matt snorted.

“Not even for Tim picking up them when he was with Tim? The one stuck her hand down his pants. Gee and Mikey and Frank saw that. All Shan was doing was carrying the pizzas, she was the one that was pawing him.”

Matt thunked his head back against the door and closed his eyes a moment. He was a little buzzed and a little horny, and Jared had nothing but his shorts on, which stripping once you hit the overheated room was about the only way to tolerate it honestly. Damn the man was gorgeous. And still fucked up as hell. Matt opened his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. “Jay, Bob isn't going to go ballistic and rough Shannon up. Isn't even gonna get pissed and lay into him shouting.”

“What about Christmas? And his birthday. Shan –Shan honestly probably doesn't know when Bob's birthday is because I didn't 'til Gerard knocked on the door earlier.”

Matt shook his head. “Bob's not mad about Christmas. I can guarantee that. Came up earlier when we were having a few beers. And Bob doesn't make a big deal over his birthday. Hell, last couple years he ended up playing designated watchdog over me, James and Frank. And last year Lyn's band too. And hell, depends on where you guys are going for sure and how long you're planning on staying with your grandma..no reason Shan couldn't fly to Chicago and spend Bob's birthday with him.” Matt stifled a sigh. “Look, dude, we're in for the night, I'm getting comfortable if you're not turning down the heat.”

“Not turning it down.”

“Didn't think so,” Matt snorted, toed off his shoes and tugged off his hoodie and t-shirt.

“I suppose we can if you want and—if Bob wasn't mad why were they so pissed when they knocked earlier.”

“Oh now, that's a helluva an offer. Way to play virgin sacrifice or something,” Matt shook his head, with a smile. “C'mon,” he reached for the light switch and turned off the lights, which left the TV and bathroom light on. More than enough to see by. Not even thinking twice about what he was doing he made his way to the bed Jared was on. He might be a little buzzed and horny just like the last time he was alone in a room with a bed with Jay, but he wasn't nineteen anymore. And he'd taken his turn of keeping Gerard company when the elder Way's insomnia was at it's worst and he was worried over shit—a stupid squabble with Lyn that Lyn honestly forgot about the minute it was over and Gerard got wound up as hell over thinking he'd ended the world or something, the rough patch Alicia and Mikey had gone through a few months back that no one knew what the hell that was over. When Mikey was out of whack with his meds or needed time off, Gerard would worry himself into nearly driving the rest of them crazy at times.

He settled back on the bed and tugged Jared from where he sat back almost on him. “You need some sleep, Jay,” he said once they were settled comfortably enough, not giving a second thought to cuddling Jared. He lived on a bus of guys who had no concept of personal space half the time, especially Frank, and Jared looked too much like a lost little kid at the moment to consider doing anything else. That and he was pretty sure not held down Jared would pace and twitch around and keep them both up all night. “Bob's not the type to demand shit. Hell, he doesn't even ask for shit most of the time. He keeps personal shit pretty low key even with the guys. He's not upset, yeah probably a little disappointed not working out their first Christmas they're not even gonna manage being in the same state, but he's not going to be mad. Bob promised his mom he'd be home for Christmas. Bob takes promises serious, and if Shan promised to go to your grandma's already—that's just all there is to it. The guys just get overprotective. Especially since Bob doesn't ask for shit. Just kinda rolls with it and is there to lean on when someone's wobbling.”

“Shan's kinda dumb about shit sometimes.”

“Bob's good about noticing things like that,” Matt said softly and brushed Jared's hair back from his face. “Bob's not gonna get mean with him, not even if he's so pissed he's ready to strangle something. If Bob was the type to get mean when he was pissed, he'd've probably killed Frank for climbing him when he's in a bad mood by now.”

Matt groaned at the hand that slid over his stomach and downward, cupping him through his jeans. “Fuckin' hell, Jay,” he groaned and caught the hand. Matt tugged Jared's hand to his mouth and kissed the palm before settling it on his chest covered with his own hand.

“Not into guys anymore?”

Matt laughed. “Jay, I'm not into anything in particular. I just like sex. Not much I haven't tried or wouldn't do again. You ought to have clued into that. All the porn bitching and rules are aimed at me on the bus and I get blamed even when it isn't me.”

“Then--”

“Jay,” Matt groaned and shifted just enough to kiss the other man slowly. “Jay, if that offer was serious not just you think you owe me for me being here insteada in the other room or some stupid shit I'd take you up on it so fast your fuckin' head would spin.” he whispered. “Now just go to sleep.”

“I usually used Joey or something. Jay's—Jay's what Shan calls me.” Well, Tomo too these days but still very few and not often. He still had no idea what possessed him all those years ago to give the then random nameless kid his actual nickname.

“Mmm, should I not--”

“I don't mind.”

“Get some sleep, Jay.”

*

Jared nuzzled into the warm body next to him, and jerked completely awake a second later.

“Shh, shh s'fuckin' early.” Matt murmured without completely waking up.

It was fucking early. Jared laid his head back down on Matt's shoulder since Matt didn't seem to want to let go. “Fuck,” Jared breathed seeing the door knob shaped bruise forming on Matt's stomach, his fingertips trailed lightly over the mark. Bruises still darkening in a line on his shoulder and down his chest from the edge of the door. He hadn't meant to....just add it to the miles long list of shit that he hadn't meant and still happened anyway.

Matt groaned. “Jay, man, don't unless you want it. Not for stupid fuck shit.”

“Woke up horny. I'm a guy and a hand not my own at the very least sounds good?” Jared snapped.

“Mmm that works for me,” Matt agreed. “You fussy about morning breath?”

“No,” Jared blinked.

“Cool,”

It took Jared's mind a second to catch up with the slow lazy kiss and respond uncertainly. Jared tensed, not sure what the hell he'd expected but it wasn't this. Not slow, sleepy-lazy kisses and touches.

“Dude, just relax,” Matt husked against Jared's neck. “We can quit if you don't want to...”

Jared swallowed back a groan as Matt pressed against him, his hand moved, slow, easy, gentle. He had no idea what part he was supposed to play when it came to Cortez and that threw him into a spiral. “Don't wanta quit-” Jared managed.

“Then just relax,” Matt whispered. “Nothin' to worry about, no hurry to get up and get moving today. Been a long time since I got to be lazy and just make out for a while. Just me, ain't like you have fuck all to prove to me. I ain't after nothin' more than your hand if that.”

Jared relaxed into the soft touches, hands that slid over his back and side, the endless string of deep lazy kisses, the slow roll of Matt's' hips that pressed them together, the slide of Matt's still denim clad legs against his skin. The quiet little gasps and near-moans didn't register to his ears, not heard at all, and he certainly didn't realize he was the one making them.

“Fuck, Jay,” Matt rasped out with a groan. “Fucking gorgeous, Jay,” Matt caught Jared's bottom lip lightly between his teeth. “When was the last time you were tested?”

“Clean, just before the tour, nothin since to worry about--” Jared managed the daze of unhurried pleasure retreating a little. Jared struggled to think what the hell he'd want to know that for if it was just making out and hand jobs. The chain of thought lost as Matt's mouth claimed his own again, a roll of his hips against Jared not enough friction or pressure to be anything but a fucking tease.

“So fuckin' gorgeous. Wanna suck you.”

“Yeah--” Jared managed as lips moved to his neck. Fuck the man could kiss. He wasn't going to turn down that mouth on his dick, even if it cost him later. He went with Matt's movement ended up flat on his back with Matt over him. Another long kiss and roll of his hips that weren't nearly enough pressure or friction. Jared moaned and arched upward as fingertips ghosted over his nipple, Matt's hand on his chest for the first time.

“Jay,” Matt groaned and started kissing and licking his way down Jared's neck, his chest. The too-loud whined moan was distant, far away, Jared barely registered it as his when Matt's teeth tugged lightly, gently at his nipple. He had just enough instinct to try to swallow back the sound. “Fuck, Jay, don't be quiet—fucking hot..”

Quiet was nearly impossible as Matt set to driving him out of his mind, suckling, licking tugging, pinching, teasing. Gentle, careful that it was just enough to drive him crazy but not hurt. That his nipples were ridiculously sensitive wasn't new, that anyone was exploiting that fact with such concentrated effort was mind blowing. The sensitive skin almost too tender from unaccustomed attention as Matt finally started moving downward again with something that sounded like “fucking amazing”, breathed and licked against Jared's chest.

Jared didn't try to stop the eager groan he made as Matt worked his shorts down just enough out of the way, his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated and could he just fucking die as lifted his hips just enough for Matt to shove his shorts down to his thighs and managed to poke Matt in the goddamned nose. “Goddamn gorgeous, Jay,” Matt breathed.

Jared whined out a high, needy sound in the back of his throat as Matt's tongue darted out, fucking teasing, licking away the precum from the head of his cock before taking him in his mouth. A hand moved to his balls, the touch nothing short of a fucking caress even if the angle was likely uncomfortable as hell for Matt the way he had his arm tucked under him and was kneeling crouched over straddling Jared's knees. He could feel Matt watching him even as his own eyes fell closed and he struggled to stay still and not thrust, not come just yet. Wet heat, suction, tongue pressed and worked against the underside of his cock. When Matt hummed a hungry pleased sound, the vibration against his cock was too much he arched up, coming hard, contrite as he felt Matt choke just a little, but he didn't pull back, a harsh breath drawn through his nose and swallowed instead.

“Sorry,” Jared managed when he had enough breath and coherency to get the single word out, and even at that it was almost a whimper as Matt let his dick slowly slide from his mouth and gave a final sweep of his tongue over the head.

“Gorgeous, god. Don' be,” Matt managed as he sat up and back, still straddling Jared's knees he bit his lip, eyes blown with lust and eyelids drooping down, cheeks flushed. His hand slid to his crotch, pressing against his dick through the jeans he'd worn to sleep in and jeans that had to be miserable as hell just now.

“Do it, wanna watch you...” Jared got out as he struggled to catch his breath.

Matt groaned and undid his jeans, pushed them out of the way just enough. Unselfconscious. Utterly shameless as he eased his cock out, commando under his jeans. He spit in his palm and started stroking himself. Rocking into the movement, fucking his own goddamned fist. Jared watched transfixed as Matt brought himself off. “Fuck, Jay,” moaned as he came.

Matt shakily leaned down and more fell than anything to Jared's side. He surprised Jared yet again as he reached for him, tugged him close, nuzzled at his neck and jaw. The chaste kiss pressed to the corner of Jared's mouth nothing less than questioning. And Jared was pretty sure he got the question right when he murmured “Don't mind,” against Matt's cheek and in the next instant Matt's mouth was on his own, tongue licking at Jared's lips which easily parted. He wasn't a fan of the taste of come, not even his own, but he wasn't turning down kisses from Matt either. This was just plain fucking nice and he couldn't think of a damn thing Matt would have to gain by this, he was going to enjoy what he could.

“Mmm, fuck, could do this all day,” Matt groaned a long while later as he struggled to catch his breath and nuzzled into Jared's neck. “Should probably get cleaned up though. Your brother's gonna be coming back. Bob's got one of the first flights out.”

“You really could...just make out and fool around?” Jared stared.

“Hell yeah,” Matt smiled.



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