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He imagined spreading his legs, pulling his pants down to expose
himself, and Matt looking at him before settling down between
Jayden s legs and taking his cock in his mouth.
Yes, he would definitely like that!
Instead, Matt pulled a first aid kit out of the nightstand, and if Jayden
looked a bit wide-eyed at how skillfully Matt handled everything,
including checking on his stitches, he never commented on it. How a
supposedly spoiled rich boy like Matt could possibly have gotten any
experience looking after this kind of injury was beyond him, but he
couldn t deny what he was seeing with his very own eyes.
A few grunts of pain escaped him, but no actual words were
exchanged during the entire process.
At the end, Matt put self-sticking gauze over the stitches, and when
he nodded to himself, Jayden finally asked,  So, is everything alright?
He might have been casual about his wound before, and he still
didn t regret the bath he had taken, but at the same time, he didn t
want to get an infection. The knife wound hadn t been deep, so it
would heal quickly, and there were only a few stitches to worry about,
but even he knew it didn t take a serious wound for someone to get
complications from a nasty infection. Sometimes even a cut on the
finger could lead to unexpected consequences.
 You re fine, Matt said, still not looking at him while he put the
contents of the first aid kit back into the box.  Sooooo, Matt asked,
drawing out the word,  are you still interested in watching the game?
Jayden nodded eagerly because he couldn t imagine a better way
to spend the evening than curled up on a good sofa with a cold beer
in his hand while watching a good game.
 Great. There was a brief flash of an earnest, eager-to-go smile,
and Jayden returned it before Matt schooled his features once more.
 Come on, then& .
As with everything in Matt s home, the flat screen TV was
impressive. Jayden had no clue what game they were actually going
to watch, but he didn t say no to the popcorn or to the beer. Naturally
they made a mess of things, but Jayden wouldn t have traded the
experience for anything else.
 Oh come on, he whined, throwing some popcorn at the screen.
The fluffy yellow-white corn made it halfway to the TV before crashing
to the ground.
 Boooo. Matt echoed his very sentiment, throwing some corn of his
own, and of course he had way better aim, because his flying
projectile actually reached the screen, bouncing off it before joining
Jayden s on the ground.
Jayden pouted; this wasn t fair. He d like to hit the screen too!
 Don t worry. Matt tried to sooth his bruised ego, but he didn t quite
manage.  Not everyone can have perfect aim like me.
 Oh please, Jayden huffed, turning slightly to throw some popcorn
at Matt for a change.
 Hey! the other man protested, retaliating by emptying his entire
box, or what was left of it, over Jayden s head.
 You& you& . Jayden was searching for the perfect word to insult
Matt with, but his brain chose that very moment to desert him,
because nothing came forward.
 Yes? Matt prompted, clearly enjoying Jayden s difficulty.
 You idiot, he finally said.
 That all you can come up with?
Jayden settled for glaring; clearly words weren t his thing, and the
three bottles of beer he had emptied might have had something to do
with his current brain freeze.
Eventually the game ended. Jayden stretched lazily, yawning,
exposing a tantalizing strip of his smooth stomach, and when he
opened his eyes again, he found Matt s blue orbs had zoomed in on
his face. Matt was staring at him as if he were the last morsel
standing between him and certain starvation.
It was a heady feeling to be the recipient of such a lustful stare, and
for a few seconds Jayden lost all ability to speak. His mouth hung
open, and then Matt reached for him, a hand settled at the back of his
neck, and Jayden was hauled forward into a deep kiss.
There wasn t anything gentle or timid about it. Matt apparently liked
to do things head-on, giving them all he had, and the moment Jayden
opened his lips, Matt s tongue slid into his hot mouth, playing,
tantalizing him, and with a grunt, Jayden returned the favor.
He tasted beer and some remnant of the nachos they had enjoyed
earlier on, as well as something uniquely Matt. In his opinion, every
person had a certain taste, a flavor, if you like, and even though he
couldn t put a name to it, he liked Matt s taste.
Jayden grunted, shifting closer to the man, moving his legs so he
was now straddling the still-sitting Matt. He was just about to sit down
fully, to press his rising erection into Matt s body, when he found
himself gently shoved backward.
Jayden emitted a keening sound of protest, leaning further toward
Matt, but the push he received this time was far from gentle. He
toppled backward, and it was only by sheer luck he managed to catch
himself before he fell off the sofa. His stitches pulled uncomfortably at
his side, and this time, the grunt escaping his lips was mostly from
being in pain.
 We can t do this, Matt whispered, his voice hoarse, and there was
pain there too. Judging from the rather impressive dent in his jeans,
Jayden figured he must also be feeling quite uncomfortable right
about now. He could offer to take care of it for him he didn t mind
but the steely gaze in Matt s eyes stopped him.
So instead of protesting, he simply nodded. He unfolded himself
from the awkward position on the sofa and straightened his clothes. It
was a defensive tactic more than anything, and he kept his head
lowered while he nodded to Matt.  Good night, then.
He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but since he was usually
quite transparent, he wasn t so sure if he succeeded.
Matt surprised him, though, by reaching out and grabbing his hand.
 Later& , the man said slowly, hidden meanings in his words Jayden
couldn t translate because he lacked the necessary information.  Not
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