He was starting to feel rather uncomfortable too. It seemed to him that the temperature in the room had risen to an unnatural level, and he was rather surprised not to see Matt sweating like he was. No, his friend�s eyes were still focused on the screen, and apparently he was not at all uneasy with the situation. They�d never watched porn before, it was something he hadn�t considered either, so he felt a bit put off by the fact that he was the only one confused about this. He supposed as close guy friends they should be able to watch porn together. It was a very manly thing to do, right? He wasn�t sure that taking enjoyment out of watching his friend�s reactions was very manly, though, especially when he found himself transfixed by the mere sight of a tongue darting out and wetting lips. That shouldn�t have been so sensual.
There was a hand on his leg, he suddenly realised. A hand not his own. It was warm against the thin material of his cheap sweats, fingers comfortably resting on his thigh. He swallowed, but couldn�t get himself to look down and acknowledge what was going on. Or perhaps he was just too curious to find out how far Matt was willing to go with this.
All he needed to do was focus, see where it would go. There was something heated about his friend�s face now, the nervous movements of his eyes betraying him. Whatever he was seeing on the screen, it wasn�t what he was concentrating on. It was clear what had drawn his attention, for the hand that had been so innocent earlier was now stroking his thigh, seemingly casually going higher and higher until an agile finger slipped under the edge of his waistband. Frankie was breathing heavier now, and he desperately tried to keep his eyes on Matt�s face, seeing the determination written there.
This wasn�t happening, they shouldn�t be doing this. He sure as hell shouldn�t allow it, but as Matt started teasing him by barely brushing the skin under his fingers, all Frankie could think about was wanting to see what would happen. Something about this frightened him. He tried to pinpoint what exactly it was that scared him so, but could only come to the conclusion that he had no idea. Perhaps the lust he was feeling, knowing this wasn�t something most close friends did, or the fact that the thought of something happening was so hot on his mind.
It was hard to stay focused on Matt�s face now that his hand was brushing the inside of his thigh, slightly calloused fingers dancing over exposed flesh. His sweats had been pulled down, showing more skin than would have been appropriate had it not been for the hand currently tempting him.
Frankie knew he had to say something now, while he was still coherent. So he bit back the annoyed groan he wanted to utter and focused on his friend�s face alone. The bastard was still staring at the screen, even though the credits were now falling down the screen like snow on Christmas Day. Soon the movie would end and they�d be in the dark. Just the thought of that sent chills up his spine.
�Matt�� he whispered, cringing at the strained tone in his voice.
�Yes?� came the soft reply, hand still creeping dangerously close to Frankie�s cock.
�Matt, this isn�t what friends do,� he said hastily, immediately groaning at the things he�d just uttered. Christ, he sounded like a twelve year old.
�No?�
Matt�s voice had a humorous edge to it, and maybe that should have warned him. It looked like Matt didn�t really consider stopping what they were doing. Or what he was doing, at least. In fact, the hand that had been making all the hairs on Frankie�s neck stand on end was now tugging suggestively at the waistband of his briefs.
In a split-second his pants were pulled down, as well as his unnecessary underwear, and he gasped as the suddenly cold air brushed over his hard cock. Normally he would have been embarrassed about such an immediate reaction to another guy�s ministrations, but right now all he could care about was the hand that was resting on his thigh. He stared at it, his chest heaving as he tried to control his breathing. A slight tremor in Matt�s hand made Frankie look up, his friend�s eyes thick with lust.
Acknowledging what was there, lust, made him contemplate his own situation. He�d never considered doing this. He knew how the wrestling world worked, knew certain things happened when people got frustrated, but he�d never even thought about his relationship with Matt in such a way. They were just friends, right? But then why was this happening, and why was he not compelled to stop it?
He closed his eyes for a moment, willing his mind not to conjure up images of his best friend stretched out under him, mewling in pleasure, his hair messy and his eyes closed in pure bliss. It didn�t work very well, though, especially when he opened them to see Matt�s face inches away from him. The urge to lean forward, kiss him, see where it would lead, was making him mad.
�Are we doing this?� he asked; his throat feeling like concrete as he tried to make his brain work.
�Why not?�
Damn you, Matt, for sounding so casual. There had been that tremor, though, and the guarded look in the man�s eyes. One of these days those eyes would be his undoing, too. Not now, now Frankie just wanted to stare at them and try to figure out what Matt had in mind.
�Because we�re friends?�
�Nothing wrong about friends with benefits.�
The earnest in Matt�s voice severely dented Frankie�s resolve, the movement of lips so close to him driving him crazy. The guy was very tempting right now, and for a moment he wondered why he was even resisting. He wanted it, Matt apparently wanted it, so why not? Well, the fear that they�d stop being friends, or perhaps the fear that they wouldn�t. Frankie wasn�t sure which it was, not willing to even consider the second one. It was dangerous to think that way, even though it was more than fitting.
�I don�t know,� he forced himself to say, noting the change in expression on Matt�s face.
�Would it help,� Matt whispered, some uncertainty in his tone, �If I said I want this? That I want you?�
He was so close to snapping, to just giving in, that it was almost unbearable. His intake of breath was so audible that Matt had no doubt heard. There was no escaping, it seemed, unless he finally took up arms. Or perhaps �dropped his lance and ran� might be a better term for it. Either he went through with this, or he stopped it now.
�It might��
Okay, so he wasn�t strong enough to do what he had to do. He was a wimp, but just the thought of Matt upset with him was enough to keep from saying what he was supposed to say. Besides, he desperately wanted to, and his body was telling him this in the best way it knew how; lust.
�Well then� Frankie, I want you, I want��
Matt was cut off abruptly as Frankie threw caution to the wind and pulled him forward, not even needing to hear the rest. Friendship was overrated anyway, and damn did he want to do this.
He�d never imagined kissing Matt, not even sloppy kisses shared during a drunken stupor. It was different, knowing he was kissing his best friend. Somehow it didn�t seem wrong, though, and as he tasted an unfamiliar taste he couldn�t help but enjoy this fully. The kiss had started out hesitant, but after establishing that kissing each other wouldn�t end up in the sky falling down, it grew more insistent, more heated. Frankie took control, enjoying the way Matt opened up to him. This was definitely a pleasant situation, especially the way Matt had moved against him and was now trying to undress himself without falling over.
Unfortunately a rather uneasy move tore the two apart, Matt ending on his back, feet on the floor as he tried to entangle himself from the t-shirt he�d been removing. Frankie chuckled softly, listening intently as Matt muttered to himself, before leaning over and helping him, taking in the ruffled hair and the embarrassed look on Matt�s face.
�You always were clumsy,� he muttered, watching the way Matt slid out of his jeans, eyes gleaming. By the time Matt was naked, not in the least bit uncomfortable it seemed, Frankie had only managed to stare. Stare at the way shadows appeared with every movement, disappeared the moment Matt leaned forward, and the stretch of tempting skin, begging to be touched, tasted.
He removed his shirt, still mesmerized by the movement in front of him, barely acknowledging Matt pulling some lube and a condom out from under one of the pillows. This had been planned, but Frankie didn�t care. Whatever it meant, he didn�t want to ponder it now.
Lips found each other again, more certain this time, brushing, tasting, allowing tongues to join in as well, the sensation of Matt�s hands pulling him even closer driving Frankie mad. He could feel every touch, the way fingernails trailed down, pressing down just hard enough to be noticed. His skin felt hot, scorching even, as he tried not to shiver at the feeling of another body rubbing against his, limbs resting against limbs, Matt�s face hard to make out in the dark, even though they were frightingly close.
�God,� he muttered, tearing away from Matt to take a few deep breaths, hands roaming across the boy�s body with vigour, mapping, tempting, a smile on his lips at every twitch, hiss or moan. He brushed Matt�s cock with his fingers, teased him by grabbing it lightly, letting go the moment he felt Matt tense in anticipation.
�Fuck me.�
The request was audible enough, but Frankie pretended not to hear. He pushed Matt down, his body covering his, feeling the muscles move under him, shuddered as his cock brushed Matt�s thigh.
�Not a man for foreplay, then?�
�To hell with the foreplay.� Matt hissed. The sound was muffled because he�d pressed his head against a pillow, giving Frankie the space he needed to suck on his neck. There�d be a mark there, if he was lucky. A quick quirk of the hip caused Frankie to groan, the delighted chuckle from Matt deceiving since it left him in a huff.
They had been watching porn, it was a bit too much expect all the fancy foreplay people were expected to indulge in. Besides, Frankie didn�t really feel the need for that either, his body letting him know by little tremors shooting up his spine, every muscle tense, awaiting release.
�Fine,� he muttered, sitting up, straddling Matt, and taking the condom and lube from Matt�s clammy hands. He relished in the sensation of Matt under him, moving, rubbing against him to satisfy his own need, before quickly preparing himself. He moved back a bit, using as much lube as he could to prepare Matt, fingers carefully stretching, not wanting to cause him pain. Every moan leaving his friend caused him to pause, swallowing heavily before continuing, until he was eventually looming over Matt again.
�You sure you want�� Frankie started, but was interrupted by one of Matt�s legs hooking around his waist, strong muscles clenching down in a silent warning. He better not finish that sentence. Instead he nodded, positioning himself, looking up at Matt�s face but seeing nothing but darkness. He wasn�t sure when, but sometime during his exploration of Matt�s body the movie had ended, the screen going blank. He could imagine his friend�s face, though, eyes closed, mouth agape, an expression of serenity on his handsome face. Or, at least he hoped that was the case. Distracting himself he turned his hips, his cock brushing Matt�s entrance, eliciting a gasp from both.
Gathering that last bit of courage he needed � now was too late to give up anyway � he pushed forward, his breathing coming out in pants as he felt muscles clenching around his cock. Matt was panting too, his body shuddering, but still he felt the time to make a smart-ass comment.
�What is that, a pencil?�
�Ha-ha, very funny,� Frankie breathed harshly, �If you don�t keep quiet I might just stick a real one up your ass instead, so shut the fuck up.�
�Temper,� he heard Matt mutter, but grinned at the sharp intake of breath as he pushed in further. He knew how to shut the cheeky bastard up. They�d never done this before, obviously, but distracting him by whatever stimulant available; candy, music, in this case sex, had always worked wonders.
�Fuck,� he whispered, more to himself than to Matt, as he felt Matt move, inching him in further. There were a few pained cries, Matt wanting to go just a bit too fast, but eventually Frankie was fully sheathed inside, his legs trembling, his hands brushing against whatever body part he could find until they finally closed around Matt�s throbbing erection. He had trouble matching both rhythms at first, but eventually he figured it out, the way Matt arched off the bed enough to tell him he was doing well.
He angled his thrusts, trying different positions until he could hear the appreciative whine of Matt, still struggling under him.
�Right there,� Matt muttered, legs wrapping even closer around him, Frankie�s ego inflating substantially every time a happy whine left Matt�s body, caused by the mere brushing of his prostate.
It didn�t take long for their orgasms to hit, the porn having aroused both of them to the point where foreplay hadn�t even been necessary, and the way Matt had totally abandoned himself enough to make Frankie hard just thinking about it. The myriads of sensations washing over him temporarily made him forget who he�d just fucked, the truth of the matter not sinking in until he smelled the familiar scent of his best friend. They really shouldn�t have done that, working together would be so much more of a problem now, but still Frankie was glad that they had. He could not help but pull Matt over, ignore the annoyed mutters, and hold him there for a short while, trying to figure out why he�d done it, why he�d allowed it to happen. In the end, he was too scared to really think about it.
�That was nice,� Matt muttered, sighing as he finally relaxed against him, though still pushing Frankie�s possessive arms away. �We should do that more often.�
The indifference in Matt�s voice caused Frankie to close his eyes, the pain of rejection � even if it hadn�t technically been that � heavy on his heart. Do it more often? No, they definitely shouldn�t, if only for his sake.