At Long Last

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Aidan and Matt are set up on a date they're hesitant to go on. But they'll discover maybe this time it's right.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - At Long Last

Submitted: April 02, 2013

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Aidan and Matthew met because someone had set them up, thinking they’d be perfect for each other. Both profusely turned down the person in charge of setting them up multiple times, finally giving in with the promise that this person would drop the subject and never try setting them up again in the future.

“You won’t have to,” Lizzie spoke to them, although not at the same time. “You are so perfect for one another that you’ll end up married or something like that.”

“In case you are not aware Lizzie, England does not allow same-sex couples to marry. So we’ll end up domestic partners, living in a large estate in the middle of nowhere with our flower garden.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Matthew. You and Aidan will make a wonderful couple, and I expect you to name a child after me.” Matthew raised his eyebrows. “Okay…maybe not a child, but perhaps a pet?”

Matthew just shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head in disbelief.

“When and where will I be meeting this Aidan?”

“Eight o’clock, on Saturday at the Subway in Westminster.” Matt shot her a look. “It was the first place I could think of, okay? Just be there Saturday night, and you can thank me Monday morning.”


Aidan, although strongly opposed to the idea of being set up on another date with some person he had never met, was excited for the opportunity to get out of his house for an hour or so. He thought if things didn’t work out romantically for him and Matthew, they might become good mates, which was just what the poor Irishman needed most. Aidan took a shower, and arranged his black unruly hair to the best of his ability, before going out the door.

Aidan sat in the front of the slightly busy restaurant by the door, so he could be seen by Matthew when he came in. Trying not to look like he was a mobile addict, he casually would check the time on his phone, deciding how long he should wait before abandoning hope that Matthew would show up. Every time a tall blond man would appear as though he was coming in, Aidan’s heart beat quickly. He wasn’t even paying that close attention when Matthew finally did walk in, ten minutes late.

“Are you Aidan?” He asked, all out of breath. Aidan nodded, because he was shocked by Matthew’s looks. “I’m Matthew, or Matt, if you’d like. I apologize for being so late. I got stuck behind a bunch of tourists on the Tube, and then there was a row by the tracks, which added ten more minutes onto my route than expected. It was utter bollocks, if you want my opinion. Well, let’s get this damn nightmare that Lizzie created out of the way, and be on our way.”

“We haven’t had our dinner yet, Matt. Let’s not call the night a wash until we’ve gotten to know each other a bit better than just first glances.”

“I’m sorry; I couldn’t understand a damn word you just said. Your accent is so heavy. Are you from the North?”

“If you mean Northern Ireland, yes. I’m from Armagh, originally. I’ve been in London for about a year now,” he replied with a smile. “Did you catch all that, or should I speak slower for you?”

Matt surveyed Aidan for a moment, before laughing at his response.

“I understood you completely, just then. Shall we order dinner, since Lizzie has gone out of her way to set us up?” Aidan simply nodded, and got up from his seat.

Aidan ordered a salad, which got Matt’s attention in a negative way.

Oh lord; he’s one of those snooty food-types. Because he’s thin, he’s got to watch his figure so that it doesn’t expand. What a prat.

As soon as they sat down to eat, that opinion changed.

“I am lactose-intolerant, so I order salads in places I have never eaten in before,” Aidan explained. “I was a lazy arse all week, and didn’t research the ingredients in the food or breads, so salad was the safest option.”

“Of course, of course,” was all Matt could respond with. “Don’t need you having an issue in the middle of dinner because you ordered something on a whim.” What a fucking tosser I am.

As they continued to eat, those initial thoughts they’d both had about Lizzie making a mistake slowly dissipated. They both found themselves laughing, hysterically on occasion at something the other said. After forty-five minutes of sitting inside after finishing their dinner, they decided to take a walk through Westminster.

“So where in London do you live?” Matthew glanced over at Aidan, who was looking to his left at the Houses of Parliament.

“In Aldgate, in a nice apartment with a rooftop terrace,” he replied, smiling at Matt. “Where do you live?”

“In South Kensington, in pretty much the same situation,” he smiled. “I find myself going to the roof when I need to clear my head, or it’s a gorgeous evening out.”

“I think I spend all my time on my terrace. Even when it’s freezing outside, I am out there, just thinking. I grade my students’ papers out there.”

“You’re a teacher? What level do you teach?”

“I am a primary school teacher. I cater to the minds of seven-year-olds. I vaguely remember Lizzie mentioning you were a teacher as well.”

“I am, yes. Although I teach English in a private school to teenagers, who don’t appreciate the efforts I go to to teach them.” Matt walks over to a bench and sits down. Aidan follows suit. “I am curious as to how you and Lizzie know one another, if you don’t work with her?”

“I know Lizzie from a tour of the Tower of London. She went one afternoon to view the Royal Jewels, and talked my ear off about the Crown of the Queen Mother and the various scepters housed there. I assume you know her from work?”

“Guilty. I have known her for the last four years. You are the first person she has set me up with.”


“For this I am grateful. I don’t know why after four years of working together she decided to take it upon herself to set me up with someone.”

“Lizzie did it for my benefit, I would suppose,” Aidan spoke up. “I had just suffered a terrible break-up when Lizzie first met me. I jokingly laid my head upon the block where Anne Boleyn was beheaded and asked if anyone had a sharpened ax or sword to end my pain, and she decided to treat me to dinner. You’re not the first man she’s set me up with, and I was wary to meet you because she had done so badly in the past.”

Matthew sat on the bench, listening to the quieting crowds that passed by them, and the gently rushing of the Thames, taking in what Aidan had said.

“I won’t be too offended then,” he joked. At that moment, Big Ben rang. “It’s eleven o’clock,” Matt reported, looking at his watch. “We’ve managed to spend almost three hours in each other’s company.”

“I ought to be going,” Aidan replied. “I have church in the morning.”

“Let me walk you to the Tube station,” Matt offered.

Matt walked Aidan to the station, then down the stairs, to the train itself and rode with him all the way out to Aldgate, walking him to his apartment before saying goodnight. He then took a twenty-minute ride back to South Kensington station.


That Monday, Matthew was speaking to his Irish co-worker, Eoin about the date.

“Eoin, he was so handsome. He’s tall, and made of skin and bones. He eats healthily, but he looks like he’s so breakable. He has these prominent cheekbones on his face, which are accentuated by his jet-black hair and blue eyes. When he smiles, Eoin, it’s like the sunshine after a horrible rain. He’s also Irish, and has the heaviest accent. I spent most of the night concentrating on what he was saying to me.”

“You’ve left out how he was dressed that night, Monsieur Amour,” Eoin smiled widely.

“Are you genuinely curious, or just messing around?”

“I genuinely want to know, although I am not sure why.”

“He was wearing a plaid shirt that hung on him awkwardly with jeans and Converse shoes.”

“Good choice, if you ask me,” Eoin grins. “I have to go and give a test on the conjugations of the verbs to eat, to drink, and to sing. Enjoy your free hour, and we’ll talk more after work.”

That afternoon, Aidan was talking to his sister about Saturday night.

“You’ve told me everything else, but what he looked like, Aidan.”

“I didn’t? That’s unusual, Georgiana. Are you sure?"

“Positive, Aidan. Now, do your little sister a favor and tell me all about his looks.”

Aidan sighs. “If I must,” he smiles into the phone. “He is about my height, but he appears to be shorter, by a half inch at the most. He has this blond hair that tends do its own thing—“

“Like yours,” she interjects.

“Yes, like mine,” he replies sarcastically. “Anyway, he has these blue eyes that you could get lost in, and an athletic build. I’ll wager he plays football when he gets the chance.”

“You better find out his allegiances, otherwise this is doomed.” She begins giggling hysterically.

“Georgiana, you’re not funny.” She continues giggling.


Matthew spent the next few days listening to Lizzie go on and on about how amazing she was at setting people up and catching her smug smile whenever he came into the main office in the morning for his papers. He found that his only solace was calling or texting Aidan to keep himself from hitting Lizzie.

She’s just happy that it finally worked in her favour for once.

I don’t care, Aidan. She’s taking all the fun out of meeting you, and I am beginning to resent her for it.

Are you insinuating that you don’t want to see me again…ever?

Not at all. In fact, are you available this coming Saturday? I thought we could go to the Tower and talk utter twaddle about the Crown Jewels.

Twaddle? What the heck language do you speak?

One of my students keeps saying it. After three days of hearing nothing else, it’s stuck in my brain. So…what do you say to this weekend?

If you promise never to say ‘Twaddle’ in my presence, I agree to accompany you. It will be fun to walk around the Tower with someone who isn’t preoccupied with jewellery.

Great! I will ring you tonight and we’ll iron out the details.

Sounds good. I have to get back to work now. Talk to you later.


Their official first date went off spectacularly, especially in the Torture Chamber. For some reason, Matt was excited to mess around with the torture devices, which panicked Aidan because they were not supposed to be touched. Every time Matt would touch them or play with a part of something, Aidan scolded him. It made Matt laugh, being scolded like he was a child again.

“I do teach children,” Aidan reminded him as they walked past a mace on the wall. “And at this exact moment, you’re acting like a child who needs to be removed from the tour.”

“You know what you need, Aidan?”

“No, Matthew, I do not.”

“You need to relax, and turn off Year Three teacher mode, okay?” Matt squeezed Aidan’s shoulder as he said this, causing a wave of electricity to surge through his body. He just nodded at what Matt had said, because he couldn’t form the words to agree.

They decided to go to some fish and chip shop after visiting the Tower, where Aidan asked Matt what he’d do if a student of his acted like he was in the Tower.

“What would you do if a male student acted like you were in the torture chamber?”

“I’d warn him once. If he did it again, I’d grab him by the collar, and make him my special friend throughout the rest of the tour. You think he’ll act up if I have him by the collar?”

“Do you see where I am coming from?”

“Aidan,” Matt stressed softly, “I am twenty-seven years old. I know when it’s appropriate to act stupid, and when it isn’t. If I thought there was any possibility of being removed from the tour, I wouldn’t have acted like a twat. I am a born and bred Englishman, and I know what I can get away with in certain historical sites. With that said, I don’t tolerate that type of idiocy from my students,” he replied with a smile.

“The males in my classes already show enough disrespect for history as it is. If they pulled that crap, I would personally see that they were flogged.”

“Your school flogs students?” Aidan’s eyes bulged from his face.

“No, it’s just a broad statement. I am sure at one point the school did publicly or privately discipline that way, but not anymore. I couldn’t work in a school that did that. It’s not acceptable.” Aidan sipped his soda, admiring Matthew’s personal principles and his strong jawline.

They decided to go to St. James’s Park, for some quiet, so they took the Tube to St. James’s Station and walked through the park. As they walked past boys playing a lively match of football, the ball flew in front of Aidan’s face. Matt grabbed the ball before it made contact with Aidan. Aidan, whose focus was suddenly on Matthew, watched with rapt attention as Matt dropped the ball to his feet and shot it back at the boys.

“Oi! Be more careful, okay?”

Aidan stood there, stunned. Stunned and slightly turned on.

“What is it?”

“Nothing; it was just your skills at kicking the ball back to those boys.”

“I play football with mates when we get the urge. I also was team captain in school. We’re having a match next weekend, if you’d care to come. It’s faculty versus Administration. My close mate, Eoin is the center midfielder. He’s Irish too.”

“I’d love to see that, even if Eoin was Welsh. What position do you play? Not like I’ll really know, but I can Google it later.”

“I am center forward. My main focus in the game is to score points.” Aidan stares back, with a blank face. “I’m going to have to explain this again next weekend, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you will,” Aidan grins. “I am quick learner, but I haven’t played footie since I was eighteen. I do support Manchester United when matches are on television.”

“Manchester?” Matt asked with a mock-annoyed edge. “I support Chelsea, even though they’re breaking my heart at the moment.”

“So, are you still willing to be seen with me? Or should I catch the Tube back home, and hide in shame?” Aidan asked with a mischievous smile.

“Although your football allegiances are bit…wrong, I am an open-minded man. You may continue gracing me with your presence,” he winked.

“Why thank you, good sir,” Aidan bowed.

They continued their walk.

They made their way around the other side of the lake; Aidan knelt down to feed a piece of bread he’d kept from their lunch to a duck. Matt was so caught up in how attractive Aidan was feeding the duck, he didn’t notice when Aidan stood back up and was looking right at his face. When he did, he just pulled Aidan in closer and kissed him. Aidan gasped in surprise, but returned the kiss with a soft moan.

“What brought that on? Not that I mind, but what was the cause?”

“I can’t tell you. Maybe someday I’ll reveal the secret,” Matt replied with a sly smile.

“Fine, have your secrets,” Aidan returned. “I am going to have fun extracting it from you.” He bent back down to feed a swan and more ducks.

I am so fucked, Matthew thought to himself.

Matt drove Aidan to his apartment, which Aidan questioned, since it was a twenty-two minute ride on the Tube to South Kensington to get his car and another fifteen minute drive from his apartment to Aidan’s in Aldgate. Matt said it was no problem, and Aidan secretly thought Matt was a bit soft in the head, but cute at the same time. As they rode the Tube to South Kensington, Matt was telling him about a student’s paper on Hamlet.

“She wrote this compelling argument that Ophelia may have had an undiagnosed mental disorder, which led to her committing suicide.”

“Which, of course, is correct,” Aidan nodded.

“And that if her family, or Queen Gertrude had known about it, her life might have been saved.”

“So, was there a problem with her paper, besides the glaring reality that mental illnesses went untreated back then?”

“The paper was supposed to be a summary on why Hamlet was such a tragedy. She wrote the entire paper on Ophelia’s mental state, and how it could have been treated. I ended up giving her a passing grade, but leaving a note about the fact she deviated from the actual assignment. I couldn’t fail her for it, as much as I should have.”

Aidan sat in silent reflection for a moment.

“She had a point, though. Hamlet in this day and age would be a tale of depression. Hamlet himself had several mental disorders, severe depression disorder being one of them.”

Matt chuckled, and added, “That, and schizophrenia. He swore he could see and hear his father talking to him, when no one else could. If I were a university professor, I could address this idea, but it’s not usually something discussed in Year 11 English.”

Aidan patted Matt’s hand, giving him a warm smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Matt warned. “If you look like that, I will have no choice but to kiss you,” he smiled.

“A pity, then, because I’m not going to stop smiling.” Aidan shrugged, a grin forming at the corner of his mouth.

He could see Matthew staring blatantly at his mouth, wondering if he should breach London Underground rules and publicly kiss Aidan. Aidan took the initiative, and kissed him softly. When he pulled away, Matt’s eyes were still open, and his lips softly pursed from the kiss. Aidan laughed, causing Matt to crack a wide smile.

Matt and Aidan walked past Matt’s apartment building, which was an updated Georgian building with a red door leading to the apartments inside. They walked a bit further down the road to where Matt parked his car, a blue Mercedes-Benz coupe. Aidan’s mouth dropped open, and he floated over to the car.

“How in the hell did you afford this on a teacher’s salary? I own a Volvo, for heaven’s sake.”

“I saved up for a long time,” Matt beamed. “I drove a 1985 Citröen that broke down if I put it into third that my parents gave me as a birthday gift when I was eighteen. I began saving for this beauteous thing when I was twenty. It took me seven years, but I finally saved up enough to buy myself a nice car.”

“Nice isn’t the word I’d use,” Aidan replied, stroking the hood. “This is the sexiest thing on wheels I’ve seen.”

“You haven’t seen the inside,” Matt grinned, pushing the key fob to unlock the doors. “Now stop stroking the bonnet, and get inside.” Aidan smiled, and opened the door.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, sitting down. “God forgive me for my language,” he crossed himself, “But it had to be said.” Aidan reached out his hand to stroke the center console. “If I ever wondered if God existed, this car is the proof He hears prayers.” Matthew laughed, and turned on the car. Aidan moaned in response. Matt made sure to take the longest route back to Aidan’s, so Aidan could experience the car for as long as possible.

When they finally did reach Aldgate, Matt turned off the car, turning to look at Aidan. Aidan was still transfixed with the car, only breaking from this when Matt placed his hand on his. Aidan thanked Matt for a wonderful date, which they ended with a long, deep kiss goodbye.

Matt, I have to ask: was our date on Saturday our first date? This has plagued me since last night.

Technically, it was. But I think we should consider that first meeting that Lizzie set up for us as the first one, don’t you think?

It’s been plaguing you??

Yes, it has. It’s just my nature. Okay, I just thought I’d ask, for future reference. What are you up to today?

Not much, really. I went out for a run this morning with Eoin. I gave him all the gory details about our date. I told him you practically had an orgasm in my car, lol. He’s also excited to meet you at the football match, if you can make it.

I told you, I am coming…to the football match. You can pass along to Eoin I am eager to meet him as well. There are plenty of Irish people in London, but I never seem to find them.

And I didn’t almost have an orgasm in your car.

Don’t lie to yourself, Aidan. If you didn’t have an orgasm in the car, you almost had one stroking the bonnet.

Don’t say ‘stroke.’ For the love of God, don’t say that.

You know, Aidan, I plan to take the car to get cleaned. I am going to stroke the bonnet over and over...soaping it down with a sponge.

You’re a fucking lunatic, Matthew.

And when I am done soaping it down, I am going to rinse it with water, and wax it down.

I hate you right now.

You can’t hate me. You think my Mercedes is sex on wheels. Anyway, I have to go. Eoin and I are having a practise match before Saturday’s game. Have a good rest of the day, Aidan ;)

I hope Eoin kicks the ball hard into your bollix, Matthew.


A bientôt.

Matthew couldn’t get their text conversation out of his head as he practiced with Eoin.

“Something is up, Matt,” Eoin voiced, bouncing the football off his knees. “You would have already kicked my sorry arse one hundred times. Spit it out, mate.”

“It’s about Aidan. Nothing that would remotely pique your interest,” Matt sighed. Eoin kicked the ball into his hands, and took a seat on the ground.

“Tell me anyway,” Eoin squinted, looking up at Matt. “Sit your pretty gay arse on this ground and tell Uncle Eoin all about it,” he joked.

“Aidan and I sent some racy texts to each other before I came over here.”

“Okay…and what was the context of these messages?”

“Well, I kind of was using my car getting cleaned as a euphemism for sex,” Matt winced, looking through his squinty eyelids at his friend. Eoin just started laughing. “Is it funny, Eoin? Aidan took it differently. It kind of frustrated him.”

“Can I see these messages, or are they too private?” Matt walks over to his bag, and pulls out his phone, handing it to Eoin.

Eoin reads the messages quietly to himself, his mouth silently saying some of the words as he reads. He begins to smile and chuckle as he reaches the end. When he’s finished, he hands the phone back to Matt, who looks at him in slight fear.

“You have nothing to worry about, mate. It appears that you and Aidan are just expert flirters. You just happened to stroke his fancy,” he laughed. “Have I told you how excited I am to meet him on Saturday?”

“About nine-hundred times…what about it?”

“Nothing, I was just wondering.”

“He’s excited to meet you, as well,” Matt smiled, taking the football out of Eoin’s hands. “He’s been looking for Irish people to talk to, but can’t seem to find them.”

“Where in Ireland is he from, anyway?”

“I am not telling you anything. You’ll just have to find out on Saturday,” Matt grinned. “Now, how about we get back to kicking your arse?”


Matt and Aidan went out on a series of quick dates all week, meeting in pubs or cafes for quick lunches, and then texting when they weren’t together.

“It’s getting late, Matthew,” Aidan said Friday night as it reached midnight.

“So? Do you have somewhere to be tomorrow?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. This guy I’ve been seeing insists I see him and his mates play football tomorrow in some match against his co-workers. He promises me it will be worth it, but I don’t know,” Aidan sighs dramatically.

“Well, that sounds like an amazing game,” Matthew smiles widely. “I am sure if this guy is a good one, he will take you out for a victory lunch or dinner.”

“What if they lose?”

“I am sure if this guy is as good as he says; they won’t. And even if they do, he ought to take you out. Hell, you might even get a good snog out of it.”

“What the hell am I doing here with you, then?” Aidan laughs.

Matthew walks Aidan to the South Kensington Underground Station, kissing him deeply. Aidan gasps for air when they pull apart, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll you see around noon, then?”

“It’s a date,” Matthew winks.


Aidan walked from the station to the sports club where the game was being held. He was immediately greeted by Matthew, who was talking with a tall man with dark hair.

“Aidan, this is Eoin.” Eoin thrusts out a hand, which Aidan shakes.

“So…Aidan, where in Ireland are you from?”

“I’m from Armagh, actually,” he replies nervously. Aidan can tell by Eoin’s accent that he’s from the Republic.

“You’re a Loyalist, then?” Eoin raises an eyebrow.

“No, we’re actually Catholics, but we show allegiance to North Ireland and are not on any particular side.”

“That’s okay; I don’t care if you’re from Northern Ireland. My parents raised me not to judge anyone, unless it was necessary. I’m from Drogheda. Did Mr. Collins tell you how we know each other?”

“No, just that you two work together.”

“Figures he wouldn’t say. I teach French to Year tens and elevens. And you teach…year fours?”

“Close: year threes. For some reason, I like seeing their little faces light up when they learn things. It’s a bit more frustrating than teaching teenagers, but it is fun.”

“Who said teaching teens wasn’t frustrating?” Eoin and Matthew asked in unison.

“I had two sixteen-year-old girls ask me the other day why French guys go commando,” Eoin huffed. “I explained to them: I am a French teacher, not a guru on the French people. Do you know what happened next? They said, ‘But you’re a bloke. Don’t all blokes know what the others do?’” He began laughing. “I didn’t have a reply. I just told them to have a good lunch break.”

Aidan started laughing.

“I guess I do have it easier. I just have the occasional kid who asks me where babies come from. I tell them that’s their parent’s responsibility, not mine. I just cover the basic everyday things, not the complex things.”

Matt smiles at Aidan, and takes him inside the club, to the stands.

“You have the perfect spot to watch everything,” he whispers in his ear as Eoin looks on with a smug smile. “Eoin and I have to go finish getting ready. You’ll be fine on your own?”

“Yes, Matthew, I think I can survive without you. Besides, Lizzie is on her way over here.” Matthew looks over, and dashes off at the sight of Lizzie waving like a maniac, but not before quickly kissing Aidan.

As Aidan watched Matt warm up for the match, he found himself getting warm. Lizzie pretended not to notice the flushed-cheeked man sitting beside her. At one point, Matt looks right at him while stretching his thighs, and flashes him a million watt smile. Aidan felt the all-too-familiar collection of nerves in his stomach, which traveled further down into his jeans. He was going to have to kill Matt after the match for possibly embarrassing him in front of Lizzie. Lizzie eventually left him to talk to another friend, which Aidan was very grateful for.

The match was a huge success. Aidan watched as Matt ran around the pitch in a fit of athletic fervor, his face focused on winning against Team Administration. Aidan might have been aroused at the sight of Matthew drop-kicking the ball to those boys on their second date, but that was no match for watching him strategically dominate the pitch alongside Eoin. When Team Faculty finally won, Eoin whipped Matt up into his arms, jumping around in joy. Aidan noticed an unhappy face staring at Matthew and Eoin across the pitch. If looks could kill, his would have. Aidan didn’t care at that moment. He ran down the steps, shouting to Matthew, who ran enthusiastically towards him.

“Congratulations, Matt!” Aidan was beaming, as Matthew looked up at him. Matthew pulled Aidan down and kissed him passionately. Aidan’s eyes were still open, and he caught a glimpse of Eoin laughing and giving him thumbs up before he shut his eyes with the kiss. When Matt finally pulled back, Aidan’s eyes delayed in re-opening.

“Winning certainly agrees with you,” Aidan gasped.

“We’re going out for that victory dinner,” Matt breathed. “And then, we’re going to fucking snog.”

Matt pulled Aidan for another long, languorous kiss, his tongue hungrily parting Aidan’s lips apart and moving deftly with Aidan’s. Matt groaned into Aidan’s mouth, and a warm ball of energy collected in the pit of Aidan’s stomach, aching from the sexual tension.

They had dinner at some restaurant Aidan couldn’t remember the name of, because the whole of the meal, he and Matthew stared lustily at each other. Matt quickly got the check, and they ended up back at Matthew’s, since it was closer. They fell through the door once Matt got it to unlock, after some expletive-laced muttering. Matthew backed Aidan into the wall, his hands roaming all over his upper body.

“God, you’re so thin,” he moaned in Aidan’s ear. “But it’s not a bad thing,” he whispered, kissing Aidan’s mouth deeply.

Matthew pulled up Aidan’s shirt, his hand disappearing beneath it, running haphazardly across his chest, his fingers running teasingly across his collarbone. Suddenly, his hand was cupping Aidan’s face, as his mouth explored Aidan’s deeper than before. In one swift motion, Aidan’s shirt was off and lying in a puddle at their feet. Matt pulled off his own shirt; his body colliding into Aidan’s, his hips rubbing tantalizingly against Aidan’s tightening jeans.

“Jesus, Aidan, you smell good.” Matt licked up along Aidan’s jaw, eliciting a guttural groan from Aidan. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I’ve wanted you from the moment we went to St. James’s Park,” Aidan replied, his hands running through Matt’s hair.

Matt pulls Aidan away from the wall, leading him down the hall to his bedroom. They stand in front of the bed, kissing hungrily. Matthew leans into Aidan, falling back onto the bed, taking Matt with him. Aidan pushes himself up further on the bed, Matt in close pursuit, kissing a trail up from his belly button to the base of his throat.

“Damn, Matt,” Aidan hisses, gripping Matt’s hair tightly in his hands. He flips on top of Matt, immediately going for his throat; kissing and licking like it were the last time he’d be able to. Matthew bucked beneath Aidan, which made Aidan chuckle throatily and do it more.

Matt used his more athletic build, and flipped Aidan back onto his back. He pinned Aidan’s arms down, their hands entwining as he kissed Aidan with a loud smack. He then removed Aidan’s jeans, tossing them into the opening of the wardrobe. He began to slowly kiss down the length of Aidan’s stomach, making Aidan groan and reach his hands fitfully into Matthew’s hair. He ran his finger slowly along the band of Aidan’s boxer-briefs, pressing soft kisses into the hair just above it.

“Jesus, Matt.” Matt smiled slyly, and slowly pulled the boxer-briefs off of Aidan. Aidan’s hands kept pushing the constraining fabric away faster than Matt wanted, and he shoved Aidan’s hands away.

“It’s my decision,” Matt grinned, kissing Aidan’s prickling skin as he went. Matt moved back up Aidan’s body once he had rid of the offending garment, admiring Aidan’s endowments, before reaching into his bedside drawer and drawing out a condom.

“Better safe than sorry,” Matt shrugged.

“I would have insisted,” Aidan rasped.

Matthew slid the condom down the length of Aidan’s shaft, taking special care to not tip Aidan over the edge he was teetering on. Matthew began by slowing running his hand down Aidan’s length, and then taking him slowly into his mouth. Aidan moaned deeply, his hips moving up into Matthew’s mouth. Matthew knew he was doing something right when Aidan began muttering between ragged breaths. Matthew decided to tantalize Aidan further by running his other hand around Aidan’s sack. Aidan arched his back, hissing in response.

“Fuck, Matthew, I am so close.” Aidan dug his fingers deeper in Matthew’s hair, groaning and gasping the closer he came to reaching his climax. “Yeah, just like that,” he gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he had his release. Matthew looked up at Aidan, whose body had relaxed, but his chest was heaving. A moment later, he was chuckling, running his hand through his hair.

He sat up, and looked at Matthew.

“Damn.” He slid off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up a little. When he came out, he pushed Matthew onto the bed with a kiss.

Aidan wasted no time, immediately removing Matthew’s jeans. He then straddled Matt, and began rubbing against Matt’s thigh. Matt groaned, his hands reaching around Aidan’s hips. Aidan pushed Matt’s hands back, pinning them behind his head. He ran his tongue around the edge of Matt’s lips, then kissing him deeply. He slowly kissed his way down Matt’s body, his tongue lashing out and circling his belly button. Matt ran his hands over Aidan’s fingers, gripping his wrists gently. Aidan lightly ran his tongue down the trail leading to the waistband of Matt’s boxers. Aidan moved up Matt’s body, his hand reaching inside the boxers, and slowly stroking Matt’s length.

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