Where You Least Expect It by M. Durango Page A

Christian didn’t notice how uncomfortable Matt was, but not wanting to just walk away. Fuck, he could not figure things out with this guy.
    “Soon. Mostly papers. It kind of sucks, but it’ll be over soon.” Christian folded and refolded the ten-dollar bill he was holding.
    “Cool.” Matt picked up the pitcher. “I should get this back before Sam gets cranky.”
    “’Kay. See you.”
    Matt threaded his way through the crowd, carefully carrying the pitcher and avoiding any spills. He was filling their glasses when Alison pointed out Christian.
    “Is that our barista?”
    “Yeah, that’s Christian.” Matt placed the pitcher carefully on the table, the unease from earlier returning. Alison had teased him before about his friendliness toward Christian and he didn’t know what Sam thought about finding them hanging out together.
    “You should invite him over.” She took a drink, holding his gaze over the rim of her glass.
    “I think he’s with friends, Al.” Deflect, Matt.
    “We don’t count as friends?” Sam asked. “Hey, we need a fourth for pool.”
    Before Matt could even begin to formulate a response, Sam was on his way over to where Christian sat.
    “So you and Christian have started hanging out a lot, huh?” Alison asked.
    Fuck. “I guess.” Matt tried to shrug off the question. “I drove him home a couple of times.” This night was definitely not going the way Matt expected.
    “Sam said you and Christian were hanging out last weekend when Sam was looking for someone to play pool shark with.” Alison had the uncanny ability to sound casual when she was grilling him.
    Matt really hated being the subject of his friends’ gossip.
    Sam returned, followed by Christian and his friend. “Come on, let’s go stake out a table.”
    Matt had no option but to follow and try to ignore his racing pulse. He was tempted to make an excuse and leave, but that would make him seem like an asshole. He had no idea how he was supposed to act and he was still unsure of what to make of the physical part of his relationship with Christian, who definitely gave the best head Matt had ever had.
    They didn’t have to wait long for a table to open up and Matt was relieved that everyone seemed to get along okay. He was able to relax a bit after a quick round of introductions proved that Sam knew both Christian and Christian’s roommate, Trent, through a mutual friend’s parties. He felt less like he was on the spot and was able to enjoy the rest of the night, even if his cock did stay half-hard.
    They stayed through last call, later than Matt had planned on being out. Once the lights turned on, everyone scattered quickly. Alison was Sam’s designated driver, and Trent and Christian had plans to meet other friends at a diner. Matt parted ways and had started to walk the few blocks home when he heard Christian telling Trent he was going to pass on the diner.
    Matt reached the corner and waited for the light to change, hoping Christian would catch up with him. Shit, he was getting hard just thinking about it. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Christian walk up next to him.
    “Hey, again,” Christian said.
    Matt turned and smiled at him. “Hey. Change your mind about going to meet your friends?”
    Christian looked at him. “I did. It didn’t sound like much fun.”
    The light changed and they walked across the street. One more block and they would turn in separate directions.
    “Are you heading home?” Matt asked.
    “Unless I get a better offer.”
    Matt hoped he wasn’t misreading things. “You could come back to the condo.” Matt looked over at Christian in time to see him bite his lip.
    “Okay.”
    Matt turned and led the way, trying not to rush but wanting to get home quickly. Christian was right there beside him, not saying a word, so he figured they were on the same page.
    The cold kept Matt’s hard-on mostly at bay until they were inside Matt’s condo. They just stared at