there for a long time, until the dampness became cold and sticky. Matt rolled to his side, depositing Evan next to him. They kissed lazily, exhausted, sated. Dozed for a little while, their hands moving almost involuntarily across each other's chests, arms, backs.
* * * *
Evan woke up, the overhead light harsh on his eyes. There was no clock and he couldn't remember where he'd put his wristwatch. He closed his eyes again, exhaustion pulling him down into the mattress. He should get up, clean himself off... but he couldn't seem to move.
He woke up again later to Matt's hand stroking his thigh. Evan started to laugh. He opened one eye to find Matt leaning over him, a suggestive grin on his face.
“Jesus Christ— more? Aren't you tired yet?”
Matt shrugged. “I recover quickly.”
“I'm old, leave me alone.”
“Yeah? I'm older— stop being such a baby.” He leaned down to slide his tongue across Evan's lips. “This is the best part— the beginning. Where you're so turned on you can barely stop fucking to think.”
Evan's mouth went dry. The low growl of Matt's words sent a wave over his damp skin. “You're sure you've never done this before?”
“What can I tell you— I'm a quick study.” Matt pulled himself up, swung one leg over Evan's body, straddling him. “And pretty much from the beginning there's been something about you— something that makes me want you.”
Evan felt the desire rise up again. “Which is?”
Matt grinned wickedly. He slid his hand to grab Evan's forearm, brought it up over Evan's head. The tattoo. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the black edges of the design. When he reached the bottom, right above the wrist, he sank his teeth in and sucked until Evan was writhing underneath him.
And he didn't stop there.
* * * *
Matt got up to turn the overhead light off and lock his door. He slid back under the covers and relaxed against Evan's warm body. They were “spooned"— a position Matt usually hated, but he was reluctant to let go of Evan. Wanted to run his hands over the man breathing quietly beside him. Pressed his mouth into his shoulder, sighing.
“So I guess I should let you go to sleep,” he said softly. He ran his palm gently from Evan's shoulder to his knee.
“We have furniture to move in what? Five hours?”
“Mmm... yeah. Don't worry about it— we can take a nap on the new mattress after the delivery guys leave.” Matt didn't bother to leave the leer out of his voice.
“I highly doubt I'd get any sleep in that case.” Evan's voice sounded sleepy, and realizing what a precious commodity sleep was for him, Matt kissed him on the back of the neck.
“Go to sleep. I'm gonna make you carry all the heavy stuff,” Matt whispered. He pulled him close against his body, one arm resting on the pillow above his head, the other draped over Evan's midsection.
Evan chuckled and leaned back comfortably. He sighed, rooting down into the pillow, under the blankets.
In just a few minutes, Matt felt Evan growing heavy against him. Heard the change in his breathing and realized he was asleep. Well, if I'm not going to get him to eat enough at least I can make sure he's tired enough to sleep , Matt thought drily.
Suddenly it wasn't the sexual feelings this man aroused in him crowding Matt's brain— it was the tenderness, the concern. He wanted to take care of Evan, ease his burden a bit. At the same time, Evan gave him a safe place to be— like he'd felt with Tony, with Phil— but with the added bonus of an addictive surge of lust that seemed to have obliterated any doubts Matt might have had about getting involved with a man.
He kept thinking about his old partners, about how he missed their company, their friendship, their concern. Having a partner back when he was on the force anchored him somehow. It was more than work, more than solving the cases. It was Matt's home, Matt's family, and goddamnit he missed it still.
But not as much as a few months
* * * *
Evan woke up, the overhead light harsh on his eyes. There was no clock and he couldn't remember where he'd put his wristwatch. He closed his eyes again, exhaustion pulling him down into the mattress. He should get up, clean himself off... but he couldn't seem to move.
He woke up again later to Matt's hand stroking his thigh. Evan started to laugh. He opened one eye to find Matt leaning over him, a suggestive grin on his face.
“Jesus Christ— more? Aren't you tired yet?”
Matt shrugged. “I recover quickly.”
“I'm old, leave me alone.”
“Yeah? I'm older— stop being such a baby.” He leaned down to slide his tongue across Evan's lips. “This is the best part— the beginning. Where you're so turned on you can barely stop fucking to think.”
Evan's mouth went dry. The low growl of Matt's words sent a wave over his damp skin. “You're sure you've never done this before?”
“What can I tell you— I'm a quick study.” Matt pulled himself up, swung one leg over Evan's body, straddling him. “And pretty much from the beginning there's been something about you— something that makes me want you.”
Evan felt the desire rise up again. “Which is?”
Matt grinned wickedly. He slid his hand to grab Evan's forearm, brought it up over Evan's head. The tattoo. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the black edges of the design. When he reached the bottom, right above the wrist, he sank his teeth in and sucked until Evan was writhing underneath him.
And he didn't stop there.
* * * *
Matt got up to turn the overhead light off and lock his door. He slid back under the covers and relaxed against Evan's warm body. They were “spooned"— a position Matt usually hated, but he was reluctant to let go of Evan. Wanted to run his hands over the man breathing quietly beside him. Pressed his mouth into his shoulder, sighing.
“So I guess I should let you go to sleep,” he said softly. He ran his palm gently from Evan's shoulder to his knee.
“We have furniture to move in what? Five hours?”
“Mmm... yeah. Don't worry about it— we can take a nap on the new mattress after the delivery guys leave.” Matt didn't bother to leave the leer out of his voice.
“I highly doubt I'd get any sleep in that case.” Evan's voice sounded sleepy, and realizing what a precious commodity sleep was for him, Matt kissed him on the back of the neck.
“Go to sleep. I'm gonna make you carry all the heavy stuff,” Matt whispered. He pulled him close against his body, one arm resting on the pillow above his head, the other draped over Evan's midsection.
Evan chuckled and leaned back comfortably. He sighed, rooting down into the pillow, under the blankets.
In just a few minutes, Matt felt Evan growing heavy against him. Heard the change in his breathing and realized he was asleep. Well, if I'm not going to get him to eat enough at least I can make sure he's tired enough to sleep , Matt thought drily.
Suddenly it wasn't the sexual feelings this man aroused in him crowding Matt's brain— it was the tenderness, the concern. He wanted to take care of Evan, ease his burden a bit. At the same time, Evan gave him a safe place to be— like he'd felt with Tony, with Phil— but with the added bonus of an addictive surge of lust that seemed to have obliterated any doubts Matt might have had about getting involved with a man.
He kept thinking about his old partners, about how he missed their company, their friendship, their concern. Having a partner back when he was on the force anchored him somehow. It was more than work, more than solving the cases. It was Matt's home, Matt's family, and goddamnit he missed it still.
But not as much as a few months
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