11 Chapter 11

It was quick after that. Fumbling with each other’s buttons and drawers, getting his hand round Matty’s prick, feeling Matty’s hand on his own in turn, exploring that silken, hot, hard length. Matty drew both their cocks together in one hand and Rob wrapped his own hand over the top. Matty drew back to watch, and they both looked down, foreheads pressed together as they came with gratifying simultaneity.

“God,” Matty exhaled. “That’s made a mess.”

Ever practical.

“Hang on, I’ve got a hanky.” Rob delved deep into a pocket. “Here.” They cleaned themselves up as best they could, unspeaking, and then Rob drew Matty back into his arms. “Come here,” he said. Matty took up the same position as before, but he was warm now, and relaxed.

“God. I needed that,” he said. “I’ve needed that for years.”