Where You Least Expect It by M. Durango

was thankful Christian made short work of getting Matt’s pants and boxers out of the way, swallowing Matt without hesitation. It didn’t take much for Matt to come, shooting into Christian’s throat with a strangled moan.
    Christian backed off as soon as Matt started to soften and placed a kiss on Matt’s thigh before moving back to the couch.
    “You look so fucking hot like this.” Christian was still touching Matt’s chest.
    Matt kissed him again, tasting his own come in Christian’s mouth. Matt dropped his head back. “Hey.” His voice was rough.
    Christian smiled, looking thoroughly sated. “Hey. Do you want to order pizza or do you need to get home?”
    Matt wanted to stay and do more than eat pizza. But, “I can’t, I really do have to get some work done tonight.” Matt grinned. “Maybe next time I rescue you from drowning in a rain storm.”
    Christian laughed. “Deal.”
    Matt let Christian kiss him again, even though it was making it difficult for him to leave.
    Christian seemed to sense Matt’s discomfort and pulled away, standing to retrieve the shirt he’d thrown haphazardly.
    Matt started to adjust himself and realized that his hand was still covered in Christian’s come. “Um. Can I use your bathroom?”
    Christian laughed again. “Sure, it’s right through there.”
    It only took a moment for Matt to make himself presentable again. Christian was waiting for him, wearing a clean T-shirt, when Matt returned.
    Matt was never good at this part. “So, um. Thanks for the beer.”
    “No problem. Thanks for coming up. And for the ride.”
    “Cool. I’ll see you.”
    “See you.” Matt heard the door shut behind him as he jogged down the steps.
    ***
    Matt was at Riley’s Saturday night with Sam and Alison, playing pool and unwinding from another crazy week. He froze momentarily when he saw Christian walk in with the guy he thought he recognized as Christian’s roommate. Shit. His pulse sped up — he wasn’t sure if it was nervousness, anticipation, or both — and his fingers clutched his beer glass as he watched the two men walk up to the bar, clearly having a good time and oblivious to Matt’s presence.
    What was he supposed to do now?
    He couldn’t remember if he’d told Christian he and Sam hung out here a lot or if Christian had no idea Matt would be here. Women Matt had casual relationships with always seemed to want him to acknowledge them, unless they were on a date with someone else.
    Would Christian expect something? Or was Matt going to have to watch Christian on a date? Matt had the sudden sickening realization that the latter would be at least as bad as the first option.
    Fuck. He was getting in way over his head.
    It didn’t take long for Christian to notice him, probably because Matt was staring. When Christian waved in his direction, Matt responded with a slight acknowledgment but looked away quickly, trying to rein in his thoughts. Maybe Christian wouldn’t stay long and Matt could avoid any awkwardness.
    Sam whapped him on the side of his head. “Dude. Are you listening to a word I say?”
    “Ow.” Matt rubbed the spot Sam had hit. “Shit. I’m sorry, I spaced. What?”
    Sam rolled his eyes. “I was talking about the Martinez trade.” Sam continued on and Matt made himself focus, arguing good naturedly with Sam and Alison about whether the trade would backfire on both teams. Twenty minutes later, it was Matt’s turn to pick up the next round. Christian stepped up next to him while he was at the bar waiting for his pitcher.
    “Hi.” Christian sounded nonchalant.
    Matt’s jaw clenched reflexively. “Hey. I didn’t know you came here.” Matt thought he might have sounded a little accusatory.
    “I don’t usually. Trent discovered it last week and insisted I come out before my brain has a meltdown from studying too much.”
    The bartender returned with Matt’s pitcher, collected his money, and took Christian’s order.
    “Exams?” Matt asked, hoping