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fall for you?”
    “Hey,” he said, reaching his hands to my face.  “What happens is I fall back .”

Chapter Four
     
    W e finally made it into the bedroom sometime after four in the morning.  Stripping off his flannel and jeans, Matt slid into bed next to me and placed one hand firmly across my waist.  It was the first time I’d seen him without a shirt; he did not disappoint.  Red, somewhat sheer briefs stretched tightly across his perfect ass.  His chest was broad, sculpted with a perfect dusting of dark hair leading south before disappearing into the band of that underwear.
    “You tired?” he asked.
    “Exhausted.”
    “You mind if I stay?”
    I shook my head, swallowing dryly.  “Of course not.”
    “Do you want to spend the day together tomorrow?” 
    Matt’s hair was a disheveled mess, fanning out around the pillow.  He looked so beautiful in that moment; I wished I could take a photograph.  If he was really my boyfriend, I could do that.  I could photograph him a thousand times.  Knowing the fantasy may never live up to the reality, a slight frown creased my forehead.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked.
    “Nothing.  I guess I just… anyway, you look beautiful.”
    “Thank you,” he replied.  “You do too.”
    “I’m too skinny.”  My hand traced over my bare chest, outlining a few ribs.  “You’re so – I don’t know – masculine.”
    Matt laughed aloud.  “You’re masculine, Fin.  Jesus.”  His hand lowered across my underwear, lightly cupping over my growing dick.  “This is pretty fucking masculine.”
    I stared up at the ceiling, breaking eye contact with him.  “You know what I mean,” I mumbled.
    He quickly cupped one hand to my chin and turned it to face him.  “No.  I don’t.  Don’t say that stuff.  You can be beautiful and still be a man.  You know that, right?”
    “Whatever.”
    “Do you know what happened to me when I first saw you that day?  In the lounge?” he asked.
    I turned to the center of the bed.  “What?”
    “I got hard,” he said with a laugh.  “I couldn’t remember the last time just seeing someone made me hard.  You were so fucking gorgeous that I lost my ability to think rationally.  I mean it.”
    I rolled my eyes.  “Go to bed.”
    He pulled me close and kissed my shoulder lightly.  “I mean it.”  Taking one of my hands, he guided it to the front of his underwear.  “See?”
    Shit.
    I ran my thumb over the sheer material, feeling a hint of fluid pooling around the tip.  As I massaged gently, Matt let out a low growl and craned his neck back.  “Fin… fuck,” he whispered.
    “Do you want me to…?  I don’t know…”
    “Do that.  God, just do that.”
    My hand continued to move over his (oh-my-God-enormous) cock as he writhed beneath me.  “Is this okay?” I asked, slipping my fingers inside the band of his briefs.
    “Yes,” he choked.
    I couldn’t help it.  I looked – well, more like stared – at it as my fingers gripped him.  The foreskin was shiny, almost purple, and near bursting.  The heat in my hand was palpable as Matt slowly ground his hips.  He had more hair than I did – a thatch of black curls around the base.  My own hair was finer, blonder; I’d contemplated having it lasered off at one point but chickened out before the appointment was made.  It seemed to be something of a hot-button topic on some of the blogs I’d followed.  I knew the bears kept theirs, of course, but that was kind of their thing.  I, on the other hand, was practically hairless everywhere – even on my backside.
    “God… Fin… I’m gonna… oh shit.  I’m gonna come,” he announced.
    One last pump and he did just that, leaving a ropey white trail over his stomach and my hand.  I drew a finger through it and lifted it to my lips, curiosity getting the best of me.  It was warm and salty, but not awful, per se, regardless of what some of the blogs spouted.
    “Did you just taste me?”