(1/2) Coming Out, Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt, shy
John was an awesome kisser. Pushed up against the couch’s arm, Matt did his best to keep from swooning like a teenage girl as John pressed close, hands gripping Matt’s hips as he ate at his mouth.
Matt didn’t quite know how they’d gotten in this position. One moment, they were sitting on the couch, watching a football game - well, John was watching; Matt was texting everyone he could think of to keep from dying of boredom - and the next, John was crowding Matt up against the arm of the couch, shoving his tongue in his mouth.
The harsh whisper of a zipper had Matt turning, cheeks reddening. John mouthed Matt’s chin as he pulled himself out, stroking roughly.
“H-hey,” Matt stuttered, taking in the size of John’s cock - holy shit - before looking up, a helpless grin on his face. “Man, I, uh, didn’t quite prepare for this.”
John pulled back, the lustful haze over his eyes lifting as confusion and mild irritation set in. “What’s to prepare for? You jerk me, I jerk you, easy.”
“Y-yeah.” Matt was pretty sure his face was glowing and he couldn’t stop fucking stuttering. “It’s just that, you know, I-I kind of like some warning. I mean, I haven’t used any kind of skin moisturizer or anything and hey, you’re missing the game-”
“Fuck the game,” John said, “and where the hell would you get calluses from?” He stared at Matt for a moment before his eyes changed; they didn’t soften, Matt wasn’t sure that was possible, but something in them shifted. “You a virgin, kid?”
“What?! No way!” Matt had had plenty - well, several - girlfriends in high school and college. “I seriously can’t believe you just asked me that, man.”
John rolled his eyes. “Sorry for offending your masculine pride,” he said. “What I meant was have you been with any guys?”
Matt was sure the gay porn he’d snuck peaks at didn’t count. “Well, not exactly.” John laughed and Matt winced. “Yeah, laughing is definitely helpful. Let’s go with that.”
“Calm down,” John said, still smiling. “So you’re a little shy, big fucking deal. What will make you feel better?” He gestured down at his swollen dick. “Because this isn’t going away. You want me to close my eyes?”
“Yeah, make fun,” Matt said, definitely not pouting now. “That’s…actually, that’s kind of a good idea.”
John frowned. “What? Are you serious?” He snorted. “Sure, fine, whatever.” He sat back, resting over Matt’s thighs and closed his eyes. “Good enough?”
“No.” Matt stretched out and grabbed a piece of cloth he‘d been meaning to throw away but never got around to. “You’re a peaker, I know. Tie this around your eyes.”
“Ha! You’re serious? That’s kind of kinky, kid. ” John took hold of it and smirked, doing that eyebrow thing that always got Matt hot, before tying it around his head. “Okay, ready.”