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Matthew Marcos: 

Age: 31-32 

Birthday: July 30th, 1992

Sign: Leo

Height: 6"

Ethnicity: Japanese (Mother's side) and Portuguese, English, Italian (Father's side)

Build: Slim but built/muscular

Sexuality: Gay (in the closet)

Role: Dom

Clayton Leanmount:

Age: 23-24

Birthday: December 28th, 2000

Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5'10"

Ethnicity: French  and French-Canadian (Father's side) and a bunch of other white European stuff I haven't decided (Mother's side)

Build: Average, not particularly toned or slim

Sexuality: ???

Role: Unsure Sub

Lucas Leanmount:

Age: 18-19

Birthday: April 17th, 2006

Sign: Aries

Height: 5'6-7"

Ethnicity: French and French-Canadian (Father's side) and a bunch of other white European stuff I haven't decided (Mother's side)

Build: Small, not toned at all, maybe even a little chubby

Sexuality: Gay (out)

Role: Sub 

The prologue takes place in 2023, story starts around April/May of 2024.

So, Matthew is 30-31 and Clayton is 22-23 in the prologue.

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The Marcos family wasn’t particularly rich or influential. But, with the exponential success of one young man, the name became fairly well-known in the matter of a few short years. 

Matthew Marcos, with only an in-law uncle as a banker, had made huge waves in the business world by the time he had turned 30. 

A secret he hid close to his chest, or at least something that felt like he was better off keeping private, was that he liked the company of other men. 

Many men marry off their daughters as quid pro quo in business deals, Mr. Leanmount, the freshly appointed CFO of Marco’s new business venture, traded his son. 

Clayton Leanmount was graduating university that spring, which made for a good cover. Naturally, he would be newly starting his career. Of course, his major was in nothing related to business or finance or economics, but that hardly mattered. His father was in the business, so why not him? It seemed all too normal and expected. Nothing to question.

He had not experimented with men in college and he had never really thought of men in that way. Actually, he hadn’t really been with women either. Even though he had been asked out before. He didn’t necessarily think there was anything wrong with being gay. If anything he was supportive, but it was nothing he had ever considered.

When his father presented the idea, it was worded like a choice, but Clayton wasn’t an idiot. He could read between the lines. At least he was smart enough to have some concept of what was really going on. He knew by “agreeing to work for Marcos” he was actually agreeing to become Matthew Marco’s gay lover. Maybe one of many.  

And more importantly, should he agree, his father would be promoted tenfold. 

With a deal like that resting on his shoulders, no girlfriend, and no other job lined up anyway, Clayton agreed to the unwritten terms of service. 

He was always a diligent boy growing up, respectful, well-behaved, and polite. It appeared that had not changed since he went away to university. He would do as his father wished without any objection.

Sorry he had questioned it for a moment in his mind, Clayton prepared to leave home for the second time.

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“Clay,” Matthew Marcos, the dashing, young entrepreneur, raised his pointer finger and called him over to his desk at the head of the wide-open office floor. 

Pushing his chair back immediately, but not in any harsh manner that would cause a loud noise and thus alarm others, Clayton stood up from his chair. 

When Mr. Marcos started using his first name in the office, and not even his full name, Clayton worried it was too risky. With his other employees, Mr. Marcos addressed them professionally with their last names, just as Clayton, and everyone else, did with him. He didn’t call him out on this or ask about why he did it. He was well aware of the conditions he had agreed to though there was no formal contract and nothing of the sort had ever been spoken out loud. 

Over time Clayton realized the reason Matthew Marcos was doing such was simply because he could. That degrading him in any way, even if it was just slightly belittling him in what was supposed to be a work setting, was Marcos’ way of pleasuring himself throughout the day. 

Especially when he was bored out of his mind like today.

“Yes, sir?” Clayton approached the front of his desk, lowering his head just a bit for effect. 

“Come here.” 

Since he called for him to come around, Clayton did as he asked and went behind his desk. “Is this true?” He pointed at the screen. 

A picture of his family. His mother and his father. His older sister. His aunt. His uncle. His cousin.

“You have a brother?” 

Clayton watched as Matthew Marcos turned and met his eyes. 

“Yes,” He answered without letting a change occur in his voice. Being stared at like that was something far too confronting in the middle of the day. 

Clayton was never sure, because there was no way for him to know with any certainty, but he didn’t think anyone else in the office was a partner of Mr. Marcos. At the very least, it didn’t seem like anyone else was with him intimately right now or had been since their partnership had begun. He was probably the only guy being fucked by him in the past few months, he’d guess, considering he had been staying with him and no one else had ever been brought around when he was there. 

"Oh,” Marcos nodded. “I didn’t know that.” 

“Sir…” Clayton mumbled, leaning over. The picture was taken at his college graduation. He had already gone in for his formality of an interview at this company, went through the new employee orientation days, and spent the night multiple times at Marcos’ apartment before that. The man in that picture was no different than who he was now. He couldn’t even look at this past verison of himself and claim he was untainted. 

Marcos laughed, “Now don’t ask why I was looking at your father’s Facebook…” He waved his hand, “I swear I had a reason, but I forget it now…” He glanced up at Clayton and flashed a grin, “Aren’t you getting hungry? What did you bring for lunch, Clay?” 

Standing back up straight, Clayton made his exit. 

He knew how to take a hint better than anyone, but he wasn’t sure exactly why Marcos was bringing that photo up. He thought maybe to taunt him. Make him look at who he once was. But he more strongly suspected it had to do with his younger brother since he asked about him. 

Clayton just wasn’t so certain Matthew Marcos had never heard of his existence. 

“Don’t you want to question me?” Matthew amused himself as Clayton sucked him off. He spent almost every night at his technical boss's apartment unless he was kicked out, but Clayton was pretty sure that was part of the deal from the start. It never really felt like Matthew Marcos was his boss. Always his master . “Are you that obedient that you won’t?” 

Clayton cupped his balls in his palm delicately and leaned in, taking him as deep as he could. 

Pushing his hands into Clayton’s soft brown hair, Matthew pressed the issue further, “Even when it concerns your baby brother? I thought you valued your fam—“ 

Clayton choked a little. 

And that made Matthew smirk and slide back, out of his mouth. Bouncing his tip on Clayton’s lips, he explained, “Well don’t worry.” He reached out and curled his bangs in front of his eyes. “I wasn’t lying really , your father never mentioned him. I only saw a picture of you back then.”

“Oh,” Clayton uttered. He picked up his hands and put them back on Matthew’s cock, he didn’t like that he hadn’t made him finish yet. “You didn’t know about him at all?” 

“Well… that’s not exactly true.” Matthew looked up, “I think you’ve mentioned him before—“ He stared down with a sly smile, “—And I’m actually not even gaslighting you. I just had not looked at a whole big happy family picture of all of you until today. Insider is doing an article on your father, ya know?” He winked. “They wanted pictures.”

Focused as he was stroking him, Clayton didn’t really care to acknowledge the things he did or didn’t know about his father. And however Matthew came to know about his brother, the truth was that in the end, it didn’t really matter. 

It already seemed inevitable.

He let out a steady breath, careful to not make it a sigh, “He’s asked about you.” 

“What?” Matthew glared down with a sneer, “Your father? Why the hell would I care about that?“ 

“My brother.” 

  Just when Clayton thought maybe it was time to put his mouth back on Matthew’s dick in an attempt to get him off sooner rather than later, he felt it get harder in his hands. He glanced up to see shocked, wide eyes. 

“H-he did?!” 

“Uh…” Clayton suddenly felt anxious. Not the kind of nervous as he had the first few times, but worried as Matthew had never really seemed this way before. “Yeah… Um, well, you see, my little brother is well, he’s…” 

It felt like Matthew Marcos was actually listening to what he had to say and hanging onto his every word. It was a piercing, him leaning in closer. Clayton didn’t know how to take his behavior. 

His cock seemed so big in his hands. He thought about letting go, “…uh…” 

Clayton was freezing under the pressure of Matthew’s eyes. Eyes that lured and lusted over him. And that had planned and watched his some of most embarrassing moments. He saw them light up with curiosity while being filled with self-doubt, “My brother is like actually gay so—“ 

“He is?!” 

“I think?” 

Matthew slapped his hands off of his dick and stood up. 

Being lightly hit like that in itself wasn’t surprising to Clayton. Matthew was capable of things much rougher than that, but with him seeming so turned on it was odd. Or at the very least out of character. Normally he would go all out now. 

Walking away with his penis standing out and precum running down, Clayton considered crawling over to lick it up, but Matthew huffed, throwing his arm down, and asked, “What do you mean by ‘I think’ that’s ridiculous?! Are you stupid?! Is he or isn’t he?!” 

“Um, I just—“ 

“‘I just—' "He mocked back bitterly, “Ugh! What has he asked about me, then?” 

Clayton curled his legs behind his butt and looked to the side. He wanted to tell the whole story to get himself out of trouble, but thought that taking the time to say the whole story would get Matthew quite angry, and himself probably into trouble, “When I was home for the holidays—“

“Spit it out.” 

Clayton sped up his talking and just said it, “After my sister asked me how it was going my brother asked if you were hot!”

He braced himself after getting it out, but looked up when Matthew was silent. 

“ He asked that…?” 

Clayton nodded. “Before I said anything-- Like, I didn’t lead him into it… I swear.” 

Narrowing his eyes, and letting out a little chuckle, because of course Clayton didn’t say anything flattering about him first, Matthew asked, “And what did you say back?”

“I didn’t…” He lowered his head to bow, “Sorry.” 

Matthew sighed, gripped the side of his arm, almost hugging his own body, “Your sister was right there… It’s okay.” He moved again, shifting his weight. 

Matthew Marcos being quiet, complacent, and seemingly retreating inward, made Clayton tense. Usually, he was much more violently animated and dominantly passionate, even despite Clayton’s subpar enthusiasm. 

He peeked up after hearing him pacing and saw Matthew biting his thumb against his bottom lip. If he was thinking hard typically that meant he was cooking up some devious scheme whether work-related or something new Clayton would have to do with or for him, but now it wasn’t clear what he was thinking of. 

Clayton had other reasons he thought his younger brother was gay. 

He didn’t know whether he should explain them now or not, he decided it was smarter to wait it out a little longer. They had said more about Marcos later too. Clayton worried it was bad to not speak too. It felt like a no-win scenario and he was locked in silence. 

“Your brother’s just a kid though right?” He thought back to the picture he had seen and the boy looked to be pretty young. 

“Uh…” Clayton shook his head when Matthew looked back at him over his shoulder. It was spooky seeing him like this, pensive and self-conscious. “N-no he turned 18 about a month or so ago…? How long ago was April 16th?”

Suddenly, Matthew approached. Clayton’s graduation was just over a year ago. 

Lifting Clayton’s head, he pushed his dick back in his mouth, “Finish me off!” 

Matthew controlled most of the motion as Clayton stumbled and struggled to keep up. Getting his tongue under and suctioning as quickly as he could, Clayton didn’t care how much Matthew jerked his head around or how violently he slammed his dick into his throat without warning as long as it got him to finish. He did his best to assist as he was facefucked and pushed back against the chair. 

Sperm seeped into his mouth and flooded his throat. Matthew pulled away after fully releasing his load. He ran his own hand down his dick and wiped it on Clayton’s cheek, splashing any leftover mess onto him. Walking away, he searched for his briefs. He wanted to be done. There was no clean-up duty today. 

Clayton blinked, his eyes opened and covered his mouth. He felt and heard him leave, but couldn’t believe it. 

He stood up. “Matt?” 

Matthew Marcos was over by the couch. He had put his underwear back on. 

Clayton went over. 

“Are you okay?” 

Matthew laughed.

“Go wash your face. You look dumb.” 

For the first time, Clayton felt some sense of pity for him. He seemed like a real person, less like a situation Clayton found himself in, and that was weird. 

“Clay, maybe I could do this, but I don’t think I’ll push it… hmm…” He shifted over on the couch, thought, and reapproached, “You could switch with your brother. I mean, if you guys wanna work it out like that.” He slapped the couch next to him for Clayton to sit down. “See I think we agreed on you, but I’m sure a trade wouldn’t be out of pocket to suggest. What would be too much from me…” Matthew laughed and pulled at Clayton’s hair, “Would be asking for the both of you.” Clayton leaned over and kissed Matthew’s nipple. “Especially with you not being gay and all.” 

“Yeah.” 

Clayton sucked gently. He didn’t even know if he really had the right to consider what Matthew Marcos was saying. Even though he thought it made more sense to have his brother who was more likely gay than him be here. Still, it sounded like it was between his father and Marcos. 

“So what would you want to do?” Matthew pulled him away and tilted his head up. 

“I—“ Drool hung from his mouth, and the remnants of Matthew’s load coated his face, “Whatever you want me to do, sir.”

Grinning, Matthew massaged the back of his head, “It’s funny you know… I’ve never heard of another guy talking about me like that.” Clayton wondered if that was really true because surely there were other men who found him attractive. Tons of women did. Maybe none had ever told him. “God, I really want to just go get your brother right now.” He bent down and kissed Clayton’s messy lips, “But, it’s only mid-May, has he graduated?” He kissed him again. “Why haven’t you gone? Did you even wish him a happy birthday? Some big brother you are!” 

“I’d have to check…” Clayton let out between kisses. 

“I’d let you go. Jeez. You have to ask for things that are important sometimes you know.” Matthew crossed his legs under him. “You’ve never given me any trouble from the start, which is fine, I don’t mind it, but I worry you’re quite the doormat Clay… You’d do whatever anyone says. You can’t think for yourself!”

“My brother—!“ Clayton spoke up, voice breaking. 

“Yes?” Matthew looked noticing a change in demeanor as Clayton sat up and held onto his arm eagerly. It was as if he was dying to tell him something. 

“He dresses strange and cosplays and stuff… he pulled me aside later and made me show him a picture of you and then went ‘mmm’ like that! And… he said ‘daddy’ too… So—! That’s why I think—“ 

He could see Marcos start to blush until he covered his face with his elbow. 

“St-Stop it…!” Clayton went quiet. It was overload. “For real? Jeez… These boys today might be too much for me… If he’s that bold…” 

Clayton tried to figure out if he was laughing at his brother’s behavior like he would or if he was laughing it off because he was overwhelmed. He knew that Matthew Marcos kept his sexuality on the down low, or rather almost completely hidden from the rest of the world. He had guessed that was probably for the sake of his career, but now Clayton considered that maybe Marcos felt that way since he was younger. Maybe he had always kept it a secret regardless of if he had a reason to or not. 

“At least you’re not more than a decade younger than me,” Matthew lowered his arm and looked out at Clayton, who leaned up to kiss him. Clayton thought about how 8 almost 9 years wasn’t much better. As Matthew ran his hand through his hair, he praised him, “You’re such a good boy, Clay…” He pulled him back and slid his tongue in. 

Clayton knew it in his soul. Matthew Marcos was getting what he wanted. His little brother too. Meanw hile, he didn’t have the ambition to leave and he certainly didn’t have the desire to keep Marcos all to himself. He would let things happen around him as he always did.

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“No I—“ The Leanmount father protested, as he clenched his fists and felt like crying. The past year he had been overcome with guilt. He had practically sold out his son and he had wondered every day since if he could’ve done the same had that man asked for his daughter… Now the thought of his youngest child was just too much. 

“Dad,” Clayton spoke calmly. He had brought it up rather than Marcos asking himself. He had come home for his brother’s graduation that weekend and they were speaking off in another room during his celebration the following day. “He’s not asking for an agreement or a deal or anything.” 

“So… What…?” Mr. Leanmount exhaled, stressed and confused. 

Clayton shrugged, “Lucas has just asked me about him before, and you know he’s always seemed a bit… right?” 

“So you want to swap out with your brother?” His father clapped his hands together like he had figured it all out, “Is that it?” 

“Well…” Clayton nervously looked down. His collar felt tight, “Mr. Marcos suggested that, but I don’t really mind staying either. To be honest, his place is close to work and I mean— especially if it keeps our family doing well in our careers, what’s the harm, right?” 

“Sure…” Mr. Leanmount remembered once Clayton said it, that this was what it was all for in the first place. “But Lucas—“

“He didn’t get into any universities, Dad.” 

Clayton himself was taken aback by how informally he had just spoken to his father. 

“I mean, sorry, that’s not very nice of me. Please forgive me. I just mean, Lucas could use a lot of help career-wise, correct?” He reapproached his father, slowly but seriously, “Marcos could make him an intern right now without him needing to be in college or pursuing a degree in the field. And Lucas, more than me , would actually like it!” 

Mr. Leanmount stared at his son, who suddenly seemed like a different person. Through gritted teeth of regret, he asked, “Did he order you to ask for my permission?” 

“No, actually,” Clayton brushed it off like it was kind of a funny thing, “I asked him if I could clear it with you and then ask Lucas.” 

“Why would you…? You’re selling out your little brother!” 

Words of hypocrisy rang hollow in Clayton's head, he plainly replied like it was obvious, “Because it worked out for us before… Plus, I’m pretty sure Lucas wants to be with Mr. Marcos, I just thought it would be nice to let you know too.” Clayton smiled, “Since you’ll probably be a lot busier at work after today! Isn’t that right, dad?! Who knows, maybe you’ll be made CEO!” 

As he watched his son’s face light up, and as he saw him joyfully leave the room to find his brother, Mr. Leanmount seriously worried that he had made a deal with the devil a year ago. And now, it was too late to do anything about it. 

“Whaaat?!?!” Lucas’ bright hazel eyes shined like there were hearts inside, “Really? You’re seriously not kidding, right? That would be really mean Clayton!” 

He shook his head, “Nope.” 

Lucas pulled back. He wrapped his arms around himself. Much smaller than his older brother despite only being about 5 years younger. It’s like his older siblings got all the height and brains and talent and he got nothing. “ He wants me~?” 

It didn’t seem like reality. 

For the past year since his older brother had started working for Marcos, Lucas had been curious about the circumstances. And after pretty much figuring out the entire situation based on inferences and educated guesses, he couldn’t stop wistfully researching everything he could find online about Matthew Marcos. 

He graduated with a 3.94 GPA, an undergrad in business with minors and certifications in finance, micro and macroeconomics, and accounting. He started working right out of college at a place he had interned during school, but he took night classes for the first two years to get his master's degree. He used to wear all black suits when he was younger. In recent years it appears he mixes it up a lot more wearing brown and gray and blue. When he poses in magazines, he looks way too young and far too hot for the founder of multiple thriving businesses, at least that was the conclusion Lucas came to. 

Every picture on his social media accounts, each article about him, what people say he’s like on forums… Lucas had read it in the past few months. 

The obsession had taken hold. 

He had liked guys for a long time. 

He idolized Matthew Marcos. 

“Yeah,” Clayton chuckled, sitting on Lucas’ bed in his childhood room, “But only if you want to—“ 

“I want to!” Lucas quickly lunged toward him, grabbing his brother’s shoulders, “I really want to! You live with him, right? I’ll move in too!” 

Clayton nodded once. “His apartment is pretty big but… Listen, Lucas, he’s not out publicly so be nice and considerate. And be careful about that. He’s not all…” Clayton cringed, “...like you. Also, Matthew Macros is… well… He can be um…” Clayton tried to find the words for what he wanted to warn his brother about. He felt he just had to say it or else Lucas could be agreeing under false pretenses. “He’s kind of controlling ? I guess?” 

Lucas blinked. He paused and stared at his brother blankly. He tried to figure out what he was attempting to say. Clayton scratched the back of his neck and clenched his teeth, not looking Lucas in the eye. “Oh—! You mean he’s a dom?!”

Dropping his head, Clayton feared his fall from heaven was too clearly understood by his younger brother. 

“That’s fine. I don’t mind that!” Lucas jumped up and clapped. “In fact I like it!” He celebrated, “But you already knew that, didn’t you? You didn’t think I was a top, did you?! You’re so silly!” Rushing over and hugging his brother, Lucas rejoiced, “What a good graduation gift!” 

Clayton wrapped his arms around his younger brother. 

His father could think whatever he wanted about him. That he was a traitor. A sellout. Clayton knew he wasn’t like him, he wouldn’t have gotten his little brother involved if it wasn’t what Lucas wanted. And clearly, his desire was bordering on desperation. 

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Clayton called as he waited for his younger brother to get ready. “Hi. Sir?” 

“Uh-huh, so?” Matthew replied, ignoring the greeting. He just wanted to know the result. 

“Yes, he is coming back with me— but um sir, I think we will be a little late—“ 

“No! No! No! No!” Lucas rushed out of his room yelling loud enough it was picked up on the other end, “Don’t tell him that!!! Say we’ll hurry—!” 

Clayton heard Matthew laugh, “Is that him?” 

“Yes, he’s getting ready. Uh, he had to change so that—“ 

He was cut off, being tugged down by Lucas, “Put me on speaker.” 

“Okay,” Clayton did as he asked, lowered his phone, and hit the button to switch Matthew Marcos onto speaker so Lucas could hear and talk to him. 

“Little brother?” Matthew’s voice sounded so teasing, it made Lucas vibrate a little, “I might forgive you showing up late if you’re dressed to my liking… too bad you’re big brother won’t be much help with that, now will he?” 

“Mm—!” Lucas lit up embarrassed. He had already tried three different outfits and hated each one as his first impression, but now the pressure was on even more. “I—“ He took a deep breath and leaned into the phone, gripping his chest, “I really wanna meet you Daddy! I’ll be there soon… And I’ll look good for you! I promise!” 

The phone call ended. With Matthew Marcos dropping the call.

“Lucas!” Clayton gasped, astounded by how forward he was. He worried Lucas might have angered him.  

“Leave me alone!” Lucas ran back into his room, “Why the fuck would you call and say we were going to do something that would let him down? Are you an idiot?! Or are you just like that—!” Lucas shouted from his room in horror, “Clayton are you trying to be punished?!” 

“No—!” He grasped the door. Clayton managed to stay mild-tempered, but he was having a hard time, “That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid… You made me… I’d never be late getting home like this.” 

“Agh!” Lucas let out his frustration, “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? It’s not every day I meet the love of my life for the first time! What does he like?!” 

“Uh… uh…” Clayton tried to think, but Matthew was right. He was pretty much clueless even though Matthew had bought clothes for him before. It didn’t seem like there was any clear pattern, and definitely not a specific fetish. At least not any he knew about. The clothes Matthew had given him were pants for work because he hated how he wore loose ones when he started. And he switched out his brown loafers for black ones. Made him match his belts and ties. Stuff like that. Nothing sexual really. Nothing that would help here. 

“Like would he like it if I’m basically naked or would he hate that?” 

“…no… He’d like that. I’d hate that though!” Clayton shouted back, then provided a solution or at least a compromise, “Could you wear a jacket till we get there?” 

“Duh, I’m gonna do that!” Lucas yelled and something hit the door making a loud noise. “And we are not doing anything together! You got that?!?! I might be kinky, but I’m not into real-life incest!” 

“Me neither…” Clayton sighed and held his head. He couldn’t believe what his life had come to.

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“I can take it off now... right?” Lucas really didn’t want to be wearing some big ugly poncho during his first introduction to Matthew Marcos. He was worried there was a chance he could be rejected and sent back home. 

Every outfit choice felt like a risk. Each sexy option felt like it could maybe be a hit or a total miss. Because, if Marcos didn’t really like feminine men, then getting in a full-on femboy cosplay would be the wrong decision. But if he loved it… Then, that would be Lucas’ easy recipe for success! 

It was hard to decipher based on so little. He was with his brother, but his brother wasn’t girly, but… that didn’t mean he wasn’t looking for variety though.  

Eventually, Lucas decided it was hopeless and went for what he felt the sexiest in without it being completely pornographic. 

Aside from his outfit, he packed a bag with enough to stay overnight for a couple of days. He hoped he would get to stay more, but didn’t want to come across like he expected to move in right away at their first meeting. 

From what his brother was saying, Marcos didn’t seem like the kind of dom who liked bratty guys. That was just an assumption though. So, unless he was asked to, Lucas would not be playing up disobedience or cockiness. Which, he was actually hoping was true, because he wasn’t sure he could hide his excitement if he tried. 

“Yeah, I guess you should.” Clayton agreed. “I can hold it for you. Your bag too.” 

“Uh,” Lucas passed his stuff over to take off the poncho, “I want to keep my bag though, it has things I might need in it.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So are you assuming you aren’t doing anything with him tonight?” Lucas asked. 

Clayton nodded. 

“You’re probably right…” Lucas’ worry that he’d be denied right away hovered over his words. He tried to ask about Clayton’s feelings instead, “Is that okay…?” 

“Yes,” He folded the poncho in his arms, and spoke quietly, “Besides it being what he wants, I really don’t mind sharing.”

“Because you’re not gay?” Lucas looked up and questioned. 

“I don’t know.”  

“What did you mean by ‘it’s what he wants?’” Lucas asked, adjusting his clothes. He picked his booty shorts out of his ass crack, pulled them up so his cheeks peeked out, and hung one arm of his tank top to hang off the side. 

“Huh?” Clayton already thought this for a while, but if his little brother was a girl, he’d think he was a kind of whore. His parents seemingly didn’t notice. He couldn’t watch as Lucas yanked socks that he had been wearing folded down the whole way there, up over his knees to sit on his thighs. “Just that Mr. Marcos- uh, Matthew I mean- I think he wants to be with you because I told him you asked me about him.”

“You what?!” Lucas raised his voice. “What did you say?! Oh, you idiot! You totally blew up my spot! He must think I’m some total weird obsessive stalker freak!” 

The apartment door opened.

They both went quiet. 

Lucas dropped his bag. 

“I was wondering what all the noise was…” 

There stood Matthew Marcos in the doorway, smirking, wearing a robe untied and sleek silk pajama pants. Lucas’ eyes went wide. He turned bright red. Embarrassed that he had probably heard him yelling at his brother just seconds ago and amazed that he was seeing the man he had stared at in pictures in real life.  He was dressed so casually. His hair was a little wet from a bath or a shower. He smiled like he never had in photographs. His chest, his torso, and his abs all peeked out of his robe. He looked so hot. 

Then Lucas remembered who he was and where he was, and lowered his head, “Sir—! Please forgive me for being so loud. It won’t happen again. I swear!” 

Matthew chuckled. He looked at Clayton, amused with his little brother’s behavior, though this wasn’t much different than how Clayton acted. He was just way more vocal. And it sounded completely genuine.

“You’ve apologized, you’ve promised, you’ve sworn…” He bent down and picked Lucas' head up, “Why don’t you just do it right the first time?!”

Lucas could hardly contain himself from exploding. 

“Hey Clay,” Matthew looked over, “You two should come inside, huh? Your little brother is staying over right?” 

“Yes.” 

“Alright,” Matthew turned on his heel, expecting them to follow. And they did. Clayton gestured with his head for Lucas to go in, then shut the door behind them. “Then you’d better sleep in your room tonight… But come here—“ He leaned against the bar between the kitchen and living room, waiting for Clayton to come to him. 

Lucas watched his older brother diligently go over to the man beckoning him. He put his knee up on a barstool and let Matthew cradle his face. 

“I don’t care about you any less, okay? I will still make time for you…” He leaned down and kissed him. 

After a couple of seconds, Matthew Marcos pulled Clayton away from the kiss and asked pointedly, “Understand?” 

He nodded, “Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy,” He lightly slapped his cheek a few times ending with a harder slap on the last one. Clayton knew he was telling him to leave. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

Standing up tall and exiting to his room, Clayton hardly looked at his brother on the way out. Whatever happened now, he would really rather not know the half of it. 

Sitting up on a stool himself, Matthew Marcos crossed his legs and turned to the new boy in his apartment, “So, you sexy little thing, I’ve been told you like men. Is that true?” 

Lucas nodded. “Yeah.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” 

“Not officially.”

Matthew pointed at the mini fridge down by the lower counters in the kitchen, “Could you get me a beer out of there?” Lucas moved to get it and Matthew turned around to sit at the bar. “So unofficially…? Not a can, a bottle.” 

Lucas turned back and switched what he had grabbed. He wondered if he would have been wrong either way. It was exciting for him to imagine that was the case even if it wasn’t. Made him giddy inside. 

He placed a bottle of beer on the bar in front of him. “…like situationships I guess…”

Matthew Marcos just stared at the bottle. 

“Do you not know how to open it?” 

“I don’t have a bottle opener.” 

“In the drawer,” he tapped the end of the counter, where the drawer was underneath. Lucas quickly opened it up and pulled out the bottle opener.

He set up the end at the top of the bottle. He hadn’t really had much alcohol before since he was still underage, for drinking, but he had had root beer and he had seen kids open beer bottles before. Hooking his arm he managed to crack it open. He took the cap and passed the beer over, proudly. 

It was clear he was happy that he succeeded. The way he was proudly smiling as he offered it.

“Well, aren’t you cute…?” Matthew commented. “Explain situationship to me, you hooked up but you didn’t date, is that it?” 

“…kinda of. But sometimes we didn’t do that! Just held hands or kissed or… But uh— Daddy !” Lucas looked right at him, panicking. Matthew held the bottle at his lips after having taken a swig, “I’d rather not talk about what I have done… because I just want to be with you!” 

He breathed out. Let his sip settle and set the bottle down. “You’re gonna kill me with this ‘daddy’ stuff.” 

“Do you not like it? I can drop it!” Lucas bit his lip, “...It’s kind of something I’ve always wanted to say but I’ve only been with guys around my age so… it didn’t really make any sense to say it before. I guess I could tried anyway, but—“ 

Resting his elbow up on the bar, Matthew suggestively insisted, “You can keep it, baby . Would that be the right thing for me to say?” 

Lucas wasn’t even sure if Matthew Marcos knew his name at this point, but he didn’t care if he ever did. “Mmhmm!” He could call him baby for the rest of his life, fuck Lucas .

“Let’s go over to the couch, baby .”

He let him direct him wherever he wanted, going to the couch before he had gotten up from the bar with his beer.

“Okay, so, you do like guys… We confirmed that one, what else did your brother say?” Matthew sat a cushion away from him, took another sip, then rested his arm on the top of the couch. “Oh, right!” He smiled mischievously and crossed his leg toward Lucas, “He said that you said I was hot .”  

Freaking out inside, Lucas couldn’t stop himself from jumping toward him, “My brother is so stupid! He shouldn’t have told you that! He doesn’t know what he is saying when it comes to stuff like this…! That’s what I was yelling at him about. Sorry! He just has no concept of—!”

Looking down at him bent over on the couch apologizing, Matthew laughed, “What’s there to be so ashamed about, baby?” He bent forward and put his drink down on the coffee table. “It’s good that you think I’m hot.” He picked up Lucas’ head and planted a kiss on his lips. 

Surprised then slowly shutting his eyes, Lucas welcomed it. He felt beyond lucky to be able to kiss the Matthew Marcos. And his lips felt so good. 

He moved his legs out to slide closer, but Matthew pushed him on his back. Laying over him, he brushed his tongue over Lucas’ lips. Giving in instantly, Lucas parted his lips and let him slip his tongue in. He wasn’t going to put up any resistance whatsoever. 

Matthew thought about how it didn’t seem like he was new to making out, or at the very least he was trying his damndest to compensate for his lack of experience. His effort was noticeable. He could feel how badly Lucas wanted to win him over.

Wrapping his arms around Matthew’s neck, he begged for more. Matthew pushed in. His knee between his legs. His hands sneaking up his shirt. Lucas felt him rub up against him and moaned into their kiss.

Pulling away, as far as he could with his neck locked, Matthew let out a laugh and smiled, “Damn, Baby…” 

Lucas fluttered his eyes open, “Was it okay, Daddy?” 

He chuckled, “Aren’t you just a professional?” 

Smiling back, Lucas rubbed his neck with his thumbs, “Actually… I just really want this. Whatever you want, however you want me… Matthew ?” 

He nodded, “Matthew is fine too. Your brother uses Mr. Marcos at work but here Matt or Matthew… or Sir.” 

“Right,” Lucas let out an airy little laugh, continuing to massage the back of his neck, “Say… my brother…” 

“Bad to mention him as we’re heating things up?” 

“No,” Lucas shook his head, “I’m just wondering. You don’t think he’s really not gay, do you? I mean I’m asking you because—“ 

“He can’t be. No way. He’s gotta be bisexual or I must’ve made him bisexual by now.”

Matthew ran his hands up Lucas' torso. 

“Okay, that’s what I figured.” 

He leaned down and kissed his overly exposed collarbone, the one with his tank top sleeve pulled down. 

“I said he could switch out with you. He said no, so, I won’t hear he’s not here of his free will anymore. Got it?” 

“Got it!” Lucas replied cheerfully. “Though maybe I want you all to myself…” 

“Don’t be bratty. I hate that shit.” 

It made him happy to hear it. His brother wasn’t being tortured or forced to do anything he didn’t want to do. Maybe he just wasn’t as open about it as he was. Lucas had thought Clayton wouldn’t stay in a situation he hated very long even if it was for his family’s benefit.

“Sorry, daddy.”

Pulling him up into a hug, Matthew attacked his neck with bites and kisses. 

Lucas gently cradled his head. Almost dry, dark brown hair. It looked incredible in his pictures and amazing when makeup artists styled it for photoshoots, but how it looked right now might have been his new favorite. He hadn’t seen how he looked when he woke up, so he wasn’t ruling that out for the number 1 spot just yet. 

Matthew held his hips as the boy stood just in front of him. He examined his outfit choice as the boy quivered between his legs. “So then this is what you think I’d like?”

“Well… I-I don’t really know what specifically you like yet, so I went with something I think I look good in?”

He picked at his tiny shorts with one hand and swatted at the end of the tank top with the other, “It’s kinda just pajamas isn’t it?”

“Yeah… but like…” He bent his knees together, “Super slutty?” 

Matthew raised his eyebrows, “Oh, we can make it sluttier.” He suddenly stood up, grabbed his neck, “Like put a choker here.” He touched his mouth, “Wear some lip gloss or something. Some accessories. Grow your hair out more.” 

“You like girly boys? I mean— more feminine men?” 

“Love them.” 

He kissed the top of his neck by his ear. 

“B-but my brother—“ 

“Yeah, well your brother’s different. He’s not as into dressing up like you are.” 

“Huh?!” 

“Oh…” He wrapped his hand down around Lucas’ backside, “He also told me you like to cosplay. So, I expect you to dress up for me a lot. Okay, baby?” 

“Wait—!” Lucas cried out as Matthew was shoving his hand down the back of his shorts, and kissing all over his neck, “In my bag—!” 

“What?” 

He continued, determined to grab at Lucas’ bubble butt of an ass. 

“I brought cat ears and a collar—! Just let me go get them!!” 

“Fine,” he huffed and released him. 

Lucas ran over to the doorway and sitting on the ground ruffled through his bag. He pulled out the ears quickly. But had to dig for the collar. He shook the bag a little to hear where the bell was and then found it. 

Returning, he also placed a bottle on the table, “I brought lube too… and I’ve cleaned myself out so…” Matthew suddenly grabbed him as he was about to put the cat ears on his head. “Hey—! Hey, I’m clean too, okay?!” 

A paper slipped out of his hand. He had gotten tested after his last hookup. 

“What a good little slut you are!” 

It was actually quite amazing to him, he had to walk Clayton through each step of gay sex, but his little brother was openly prepared for anal right away. 

“ But you have to be only my slut. No one else’s.” He pushed him back, “Put on the ears and the collar.” 

Lucas lifted the headband with the black and white cat ears up to his head. As he was snapping the back of the collar around his neck he wondered out loud, and it became a question, “Your… slut?” 

“Yes, I don’t want you messing around with other guys anymore. You’re mine now.” 

Lucas dropped to his knees. He held Matthew’s legs and looked up, “You mean it?” 

Matthew nodded and touched the cat ears of his headband. 

“God, you look adorable.” He bent down and asked in a whisper, “Do you wanna be my pet or my boyfriend?” 

“Both—“

Sitting back he shook his finger, “Choose one.”

“Your pet!” Lucas jumped forward, grabbing at his legs, excitedly saying the answer he just knew was right.

“Then come here, kitten .” Matthew put his hands under his arms to help lift him up onto his lap, “ I wanna fuck your ass!” 

Lucas laughed as he was picked up and placed on Matthew’s legs. Clearly, the pet roleplay lasted all of 2 seconds. Matthew Marcos, it seemed, was a very horny and rather impatient man. 

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“Knock, knock,” he said while hitting the door and entering. Clayton rolled over. “Were you asleep?” 

“No, not really.” 

“Did you touch yourself?” 

“N-no…” 

“Did you think about it?” 

He didn’t answer. 

His voice got closer. “Did you get lonely?” 

“No— It’s okay for you to do whatever you—“ 

His legs were grabbed and he was pulled forward. 

“Don’t be like this, Clay. I’d be happy if you told me you missed me.” 

Sitting up, Clayton considered coming clean and admitting he had poked around at his asshole in the dark, but he didn’t want to own up to the possible consequences even if hearing him say something like that would please Mr. Marcos. “I want my brother to be happy. And, and to have a good life!” Matthew licked his ear. “And I want you to have someone who loves you back!” He lightly held the man’s back as he looped his tongue around the lines of his ear. 

“But you love me, don’t you, Clay?” 

“I do but— Not in the same—!” He yelped as Matthew bit the back of his neck. It always felt like he was just agreeing for the sake of not disagreeing.

“Lucas is my boyfriend.” 

Matthew sat beside him, wrapping his arms around his body. 

“I’ll continue to use you as I want since you decided to stick around anyway.” He flicked Clayton’s cock in his underwear, “Turn around.” 

Clayton flipped over. 

“But let’s be clear, I will not tolerate you disobeying me and lying to me!” 

“But I—!” 

“Do you really want to go there?” He threatened. 

Clayton backed down. 

He was given a firm slap on his ass. Then another. He didn’t know how many slaps he would get and if admitting to his crimes of playing with his ass would help or hurt the situation.  But worse of all, he didn’t know what outcome he wanted anymore.  

He hadn’t even gotten hard and he didn’t orgasm on his own. Maybe Clayton would be able to force him there and it wouldn't be so bad. 

“Sorry!” He repeatedly apologized, until he finally spurted out onto his sheets. 

Getting up and leaving him in his mess, Matthew chuckled to himself, “See? I couldn’t just leave you alone all night.” He leaned out and listened in the hallway to check if the shower was still going. “But seriously, I might make your little brother my wife if you’re not careful man…”

Clayton flopped forward on the bed. He could feel some of what he had let out coming through his clothes. 

By himself, before, Clayton didn’t usually masturbate all that much, but when he did he was usually able to make himself ejaculate. With Matthew, it took a while. He was curious if he had had an anal orgasm or not. 

Clayton just didn’t know what he was experiencing anymore. If he ever really did before.

He thought about how he should teach Lucas how to properly do chores around Mr. Marcos’ apartment since he’d be sharing the load. Of course, he’d probably be increasing it too. Clayton figured there were at least two sets of sheets that needed to be washed tomorrow. And probably clothes and towels they’d want to put in right away. 

He huffed into his pillow. 

For a second he thought about his older sister, wondering if she felt happy or sad that she was living on her own at 28 years old. Maybe it was nice to only do what you had to do for yourself each day. Maybe it was boring and isolating. 

He questioned if she felt like her life was going nowhere. And he hoped she was at least somewhat content with how things were. And wondered if he was better or worse off than her. 

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Walking out of the bedroom, though they had gone one round already, after teasing Clayton, Matthew was hungry for more. 

It was getting late. He wasn’t sure what time of night it was exactly, but he would work from home or call out if he needed to. Clayton would be going to work as usual. But, Matthew Marcos could pretty much do whatever he wanted. These were his businesses as a part of his company, no one was going to question him. He could walk in at any time or not go in at all. 

He didn’t really care about work at the moment his most pressing concern was playing with his new toy.

While over the past year, he would wager a guess that Clayton Leanmount wasn’t as straight as he once claimed, it seemed apparent just talking to and then blindly obvious after hooking up with him, that Lucas was a raging homosexual. No doubt about it. 

Being with someone so openly gay was a new experience for Matthew. 

It was exhilarating. 

Past flings of his were usually done in secret, as exceptions to the rule for those other men. Experimenting, but making no conclusions. Crossing lines, then returning as soon as it’s over. In truth, Matthew had never had a boyfriend either. Only situations .

He went into the bathroom.  

The shower was still running, but Lucas heard the door open, “Huh?” He turned and saw Matthew’s figure through the foggy glass. 

“You’re done, come on.” 

He pushed open the shower door and grabbed his wrist. 

“Okay…” 

Lucas reached for a towel as he was being pulled out. 

“You could’ve gone in my bathroom.” 

“But—“ Lucas thought that didn’t seem right considering he hadn’t even been in his room yet. When he told him to shower, it only seemed natural to use the hall bathroom. 

Matthew yanked him close, not caring if he got wet too. “I might have joined you.” He leaned down and pulled him into a kiss. 

Lucas held onto him with his arm loosely tangled in the towel, loving the feeling of Matthew’s tongue being shoved into his mouth without warning. All he could do was moan as he took it. Matthew traced his fingers down his back. Each touch was stimulating and sent another shiver down his spine. 

Matthew was bigger and taller, but more fit and toned. Lucas reasoned it was probably because he worked out regularly. Meanwhile, he had always been on the smaller side, though he wasn’t exceptionally short or skinny. He wished he had been more forward-thinking to cut down and make himself leaner before this, but he hadn’t. 

He tried his best not to feel too insecure as Matthew made seductive passes all over his body. 

Pulling back, but kissing his lips softly once more on the way out, Matthew snickered. He trickled his fingers on Lucas’ hips, creeping around the back. “You should dry off, baby.” 

“Y-yeah.” 

“Then come join me in the bedroom, alright?” 

Lucas nodded. He gulped, thinking there could actually be more in store for him tonight, it wasn’t a one-time thing and he hadn’t failed miserably, “Yes, daddy.” 

Matthew letting go of him felt so sad and lonely, even though he knew that he was only walking away to wait for him in his bedroom. 

The whole time he was through school, Lucas had no sense of direction. No ambition. He couldn’t give an answer to guidance counselors about what he wanted to do when he graduated. And he left the college applications given to him blank until the deadlines passed by. His sister filled a couple out for him, but he didn’t get in anyway with his grades being so barely passable.

It seemed now, that all that time, those weeks and months, he had been preparing for this . Spending his free time learning and practicing gay sex rather than doing his homework or studying for exams seemed to be paying off. He had had purpose all along. It was everyone trying to force him into the box they wanted that were wrong, but he had known that for a long time.

Rubbing the towel all over himself, Lucas attempted to dry as quickly as possible. 

He hoped Matthew was turned on after making out because he was aroused again, and almost everything came out in the shower anyway. He figured he could go again right away. Probably. 

Wiping the mirror, Lucas checked his face. Flushed from the steam and warmth of the water, but more likely because of how strongly his emotions were spiking. He thought that overall he looked okay. Decent enough anyway. 

However, he wished he was more attractive in whatever way Matthew Marcos would define a good-looking guy. 

Lucas knew he could change things about his appearance moving forward if Matthew had suggestions, but he wanted to already be perfect for him. 

He frowned a little and brushed the towel through his hair. 

There was no point in getting down about it now, and he was aware of that, still a part of him longed to magically transform into a guy out of Matthew Marcos’ fantasies. Because if he looked like he dreamed his perfect guy would, maybe just maybe Matthew would never want him to leave. 

  Lucas took a deep breath in and exhaled to calm himself down. 

He tied the towel around his waist and guessing the main bedroom was up on the lofted floor, Lucas went back through the hallway and climbed up the stairs. 

A large door was left partially open. “Um, d-daddy?” 

A cackle of a laugh, then he said, “Yeah, I’m in here, babe.” 

Lucas sighed a breath of relief. 

Walking through his apartment alone for the first time was a little scary. The only lights guiding his way were the one he left on in the bathroom and the one here in Matthew’s room. Just a dim light either from purposefully lowered lamps or candles. Lucas rushed forward once he knew he had gone to the right place. 

“Oh,” He stepped in and saw Matthew laying on his bed. His room, his bed, and his entire apartment was dark and big. Cool and clean, but largely undecorated. His black rope loosely draped over him blended into the comforter, but even in the low lighting, his body was on full display. Sprawled out, exposing himself as he was, Lucas was given a long look. And he wondered if Matthew Marcos was just more genetically gifted than everyone else. “You took your pants off…” 

Lucas couldn’t help but stare. 

He was amazed to see it right in front of him. 

“You’re—“

It was hard to believe it, but it made him feel a little bit better that Matthew was sporting an obvious erection. 

“Get over here.” 

“Right.” 

Lucas dropped his towel. 

“Shut the door.”

“Okay.”

He spun around and pulled the door closed by the handle, then crawled up onto the bed. He found his place in Matthew’s arms and turned around so his ass brushed past his cock. 

Embracing him, Matthew pressed his hips up against Lucas’s backside. 

“Did you lube up again?” 

Quietly, shutting his eyes, Lucas nodded. 

“Naughty boy.” 

He cupped his chest, lightly squeezing.

“What am I gonna do with you…?” Matthew whispered. He slipped his other hand down to Lucas’ penis, “You’re so eager to be with me, huh?” 

“Y-yes—!” 

“Is that really the truth?” 

“Yes! Yes, it is,” Lucas answered honestly, and instantly, he didn't want him to be so skeptical about it, “Please…” 

Matthew poked his cock at Lucas’ asshole. 

“Where do you want to work for me?” 

“Huh?!” 

Matthew continued slowly teasing him. 

“The main office, the company uptown, the one your father manages… which? I have to arrange it soon, don't I?” Matthew joked, “If you’re agreeing to stay with me.” 

“I don’t—“ Lucas panicked and covered his mouth, he was unable to speak as he felt Matthew jam his dick inside him. Pressing his hips flush to his legs. Gasping, because somehow he felt even bigger than out in the living room. 

“You can intern wherever you want to. I really don’t care.” Matthew pushed his body over Lucas, rolling the boy over to be face down and flat on the bed. He fucked him downwards, “So, you choose.” 

“I…” Taking his raw pounding was making it impossible to say what he wanted to say in response. He gripped the covers. 

“Either way, I’m probably going to have to write you off as blatantly benefitting from nepotism.” Matthew’s breath shook a little, giving away that his calm talking was only coping, “Fuck, you take my dick so well, baby.” Doing it like this was so freeing he was starting to really get into it. A thoroughly prepared asshole, begging for it. He never would have imagined it to be a guy so much younger allowing him to indulge in uninhibited gay sex. 

“You don’t have to give me a job!” Lucas managed to spit out. 

Matthew suddenly slowed down. 

Looking back, Lucas worried he messed that up, “I mean— Sorry, I just, I would have come here anyway. I need you to know that… Seriously.” 

He stared at him for a moment and then went back to assaulting his ass without saying anything. 

Putting his head back down on the bed, Lucas had no clue what impact telling that had had on Matthew. If any. He had to tell him though. He just couldn’t let him believe he was only here to advance his nonexistent career or help his brother or his father. He did not care about any of that. Not even a little bit. 

He wanted this. 

Even if it was crazy.

This forever. 

If Matthew Marcos would like to have him, that is.

Beating into his asshole, Matthew stayed quiet while holding Lucas from squirming around. He was panting and moaning so much it was embarrassing, “D-Daddy…?!” 

Matthew jutted his hips forward, stuffed his dick deep inside, and let out his load.

Mouth wide open, Lucas couldn’t help groaning into the sheets as he felt his hole being filled up inside. His body was pulled closer, kept in place as Matthew used his ass to squeeze up every drop. 

Lucas attempted to tighten up his asshole. 

He received a firm slap. 

“Let me out.” 

Slowly, Matthew managed to slide his dick out of Lucas’ desperate asshole. 

“Clean me off,” He ordered, kneeling over him. 

Lucas pushed himself up and rolled around to sit up and face him. As soon as he was close enough, Matthew grabbed his head and brought it right up to his dripping cock. 

Pushing his tongue out, and holding Matthew’s dick to his mouth, Lucas got to work licking. 

Caressing his head, Matthew sighed, “You will start at my office next week.” 

“Okay,” Lucas blindly agreed. He sucked up any hint of mess, practically making his dick shine. He felt so proud that something so perfect had gone inside him and that he was able to pleasure and worship it. “Daddy…” he closed his eyes. Each and every taste was so good. He didn’t know if it was because he was in love with him or because Matthew Marcos was just that much better than any guy he had before. 

As his dick got hard again, Matthew pushed it inside Lucas’ mouth. His ass and his throat felt tight in a way that it was clear this boy knew how to work a cock. 

“Mm…” Lucas sucked as Matthew steadily moved his head. Practicing by himself and with other virgins and newbies wasn’t the same as taking it like this, but he was trying his hardest to provide pleasure. He wanted only to impress Matthew. To make him want to keep him around. 

If he had to start working 40 hours a week at an office job to make Matthew Marcos feel better about their relationship, he would do it. He just hoped he could keep being used for things like this. 

A round of hot sperm came spurting down his throat. He slurped and sucked hard, not letting his dick go until everything was out. 

“Jesus,” Matthew combed back Lucas’ hair while he still clung to him, “I don’t think I’ve ever reloaded and cum again so fast… Baby, you’re insanely slutty. It’s turning me on so damn much…” 

Lucas smiled and looked up. He pulled his mouth away. Gulping, he visibly relished in digesting Matthew’s cum. 

“You like that?” He tilted his chin up. 

Lucas gazed up at him, entranced, “It tastes… so yummy…” He softly said, “Thank you, daddy.” 

“Thank you?” Matthew laughed. 

“Yes,” Lucas scooted even closer, “Thank you.” 

Shaking his head, Matthew muttered, “You’re messed up in the head or something.”

He hugged him, so happy to be in bed with him for the first time he started tearing up. 

Picking him up by his ass, Matthew pulled him up onto his lap. Lucas’ erect penis touching his flaccid one. Neither worried about size going in. Matthew knew he was packing and almost always bigger than his partners, while Lucas knew he was average at best. 

“I’m sorry…” Lucas mumbled into his chest quietly.

Chuckling, Matthew asked, “Now, what are you sorry about, dear?” 

“I don’t look good— I should’ve been trying to lose weight this past year too! I’m all prepared to have sex but I don’t look small enough for you!” 

“Are you joking?” Matthew groped his ass cheeks, “You probably weigh like 130 pounds and you’re what, all of 5 foot 5 or something?” 

“No…” 

Both numbers were low guesses to the actuality Lucas knew. 

“Plus, I don’t care about that dumbass!” He leaned close to his ear, “Didn’t I already call you sexy, baby? Do I need to say it again?” 

Lucas squeezed him tightly, secretly blushing, Matthew Marcos could move him way too easily. 

He traced his hands up his hips and torso, then threw him backward. “I’m just thinking of all the ways I can dress this slutty body up.” He crawled over him, “I’ve never thought I’d have a sexy fucking gay manwhore like you walk into my life.” 

“But— My belly!” Lucas went to bend his knees to cover up his outwardly exposed bare stomach. A little chub he had been trying to hide the whole time by staying on his side or bent over. 

Matthew pounced and spread his legs down flat, then pinned them under his ankles. He leaned forward, slapped his dick to the side, and stated, “Your belly is gonna be filled with my cum anyway so stop worrying about that.” He pushed his hands down on Lucas’s stomach, and slowly sperm leaked out of his asshole onto the bed. Matthew snickered, “See? If you’re not fat there I’m not doing my job, now am I baby?” 

“Daddy!” Lucas yelped, his dick throbbing and jerking just about ready to burst. 

“What?” He teased. 

“C-can I please…?” 

“What is it?” Matthew looked down in an exaggerated fashion, “Oh, did you want to cum too? Just from being used ? I haven’t done a thing for you.” He pressed down more on his stomach, while cackling, enjoying how Lucas was squirming from trying to hold back until he had his permission. It was like he didn’t even have to ask or convince the boy to be submissive, he just naturally was. Because he had never said Lucas couldn't cum.

He was actually kind of worried that he hadn't before, out in the living room on the couch, but figured since Clayton typically didn't maybe Lucas also had a pretty low libido... or maybe it was a high resistance...? He hadn't really decided which, if it wasn't Clayton not being gay that was the issue. But now, with Lucas, it was thrilling to hear that he was purposefully waiting to be allowed. It only made him want to tease him more. 

“P-please… I’m—“ Feeling Matthew’s previous load slipping out of his asshole was too much. He wanted to hold it in, but couldn’t when he was being driven to such ecstasy. 

He touched his finger to the tip of his cock. 

Lucas reeled. 

He needed to release so badly. It took everything in him not to have done so already. He swore he had had like three to four anal orgasms. At least.

“Baby?” 

“Y-y-yes?” 

Even though his legs were locked down, his whole body was shaking. 

Matthew wrapped his hand around Lucas’ penis, then gave it one thrust upward. 

“Gah—!” Lucas threw his head back and bit down on his lip hard. 

“Look me in the eyes.”

He snapped forward. 

Matthew grabbed right under his chin, he stared into Lucas’ pleading eyes. There wasn’t a hint of fear or displeasure. No awkwardness about the situation. He wasn’t begging to be set free. He just wanted to be with him that badly. All he could see was the heart of a boy so turned on by him and so passionately in love with him that he was praying he would be allowed to reach orgasm near him.

He tightened his grip around Lucas' cock and slid his hand up and down, “Cum for me.” 

The instant after he began to say it, Lucas started jerking out wildly, cumming into Matthew’s hand and all over him. Hot moans escaped his mouth as his eyes rolled back and his tongue stuck out. A level of pleasure he had never reached before. 

“Good boy…” Matthew continued to stroke his penis as he finished. 

He leaned down and planted his tongue on Lucas’ hanging out, bringing it back in his mouth and meshing into a deep kiss. 

No one has ever wanted him this badly. 

Moving his hands up Lucas’ torso, he started playing with his nipples, rubbing in wet drops of sperm. Kissing and teasing him right after he came, Matthew knew he must be sending the boy completely over the edge. Bringing him further and further from any sense of sanity. 

He didn’t care. 

He began thinking it was this boy’s fault for being so into him anyway. Calling him hot, dressing up for him, suggesting dirty pet names, cleaning his dick up, thanking him, and everything else he had done was all to entice him. 

This guy is a fucking seductress! 

  He pinched and tugged on his nipples while melding their mouths together. 

Underneath, Lucas fought out and wrapped his legs up around Matthew’s calves only pulling his body in closer. He was so toned and muscular despite being pretty tall and lean, Lucas was simultaneously enraptured that he was being touched by such an attractive man and jealous that he looked so amazing. He figured there was just no way Matthew Marcos had been looking forward to this moment, this possibility even a fraction of the amount he had been. That made him feel a little foolish, but at the same time feeling inferior was only turning him on. 

Of course, he would fall incredibly short of what Matthew Marcos could achieve. 

The best thing he could do in this life, the only goal he wanted to pursue was completely become Matthew Marco’s. Body, mind, and soul. That was what he decided he was seeking in terms of success. 

“Matt…” 

“Shh—“ He hardly let him breathe and pulled tighter while sticking his tongue back in. 

Matthew felt he just could not be held accountable for the things he did to a man this erotic. 

He sat up a little, knocked his legs together with his knees, and stuffed his dick between his thighs. 

“D-daddy—!” 

“I said shush…” he looked at him hungrily, reached up, and wrapped his hands around his neck, “Don’t make me make you.” 

Lucas’s cock bounced up, hitting Matthew’s abs. He laughed. It was so obvious he would like anything kinky. 

Sliding his penis in between thighs with a little bit of meat on them, Matthew made himself harder and harder. “Those socks you had on were nuts.” He slowly went in and out while loosely holding Lucas’ neck, “You wear stuff like that all the time?” 

Lucas nodded into his hands, “At conventions and for…” 

“You dirty boy.” Matthew let go, sat back, and parted Lucas’ legs, “I can’t believe I got such a sexy little boyfriend .” 

“Yeah!” 

“I feel like I could fuck you all night!” 

Lucas smiled and pulled his hips up so he was pushing his asshole out. “Daddy…?” 

Matt smirked, and played along, “What is it, baby?” 

“Can you fill me up again?” 

Stuffing his dick in, Matt replied, “Of course, if you get it out of me.”

Chapter Text

Matthew woke up as the sun was peeking through the shades of his bedroom.

The young man next to him was still fast asleep, having practically passed out late the night before. Lifting the covers, Matthew admired the messy state he had left his body. Lucas had showered once, but that was before they really had gone at it. 

His cum seeping out over his cherry-red ass cheeks and onto the bed sheets. He wanted to spank him again for good measure before leaving but figured he’d let him rest a little. If they were going to continue like this, Lucas was going to have to get used to getting fucked thoroughly and waking up early for work the next day soon enough. For now, Matthew decided he could stay like this and sleep in.

Getting dressed, Matthew stared at Lucas’ body sprawled across the bed. He was a smaller guy. And not really a tough, rugged, or super pretty kind of attractive, but he was appealing nonetheless. Matthew had no doubts Lucas was getting a lot of offers, being as outwardly gay as he was, so he was racking his brain on how to firmly lock him down. They had said they were boyfriends last night, but Matthew kept his sexuality private. Maybe words like that from him held no meaning. 

The marks he had left on Lucas’ body, mainly his neck, his collarbones, his ass, and his thighs would all fade in a couple of days or a week if he left now and never came back. He couldn’t claim him with sex alone no matter how hard he tried to work that out in his mind. 

Having feelings for guys had always been annoying to him. A nuisance he couldn’t make go away, but he could sedate with sex sometimes. 

He wrapped his tie loosely over his neck and walked out, lightly closing the door behind him without fully shutting it. 

Matthew had only known Lucas for a matter of hours. It was just one night. He was pissed off at himself that he was getting so emotionally attached. He thought he had taught himself better than that over the past 5 to 10 years. Trained himself out of caring. 

Seemed it hadn’t worked at all. 

“Hey,” He mumbled to Clayton, who was putting on his shoes as he got down the stairs. 

“Oh,” He looked up, “I just wrapped up your food and put it in the fridge… Should I heat it up before I—“ 

Matthew smirked. Clearly, Clayton was about to leave so he’d get to the office early, but he liked making him do more work especially if he was offering. “Yeah.” He tilted his head to the kitchen and put his hand on Clayton’s back as they walked over. “Did you make some for your brother too?” 

“Mmhmm…” Clayton nodded, his head low, blushing as Matthew leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then bit his ear. 

“I’ll need you to teach him how to do some things around here.” 

“I-I’ve already thought of that…” Clayton fumbled around the counter. He weakly pushed a piece of paper over so Matthew could take a look at it. 

“Oh…” He let up to read. Clayton went to the fridge to get the plate with his food out. “It’s instructions. Nice.” Matthew raised his eyebrows, impressed with Clayton’s forward thinking. “Breakfast… Coffee… Lunch… Laundry… I don’t know if I approve of this first part, Clay!” He groaned, “‘ Things Matthew will want you to do’ That’s kinda rude!” 

“Sorry…” He pressed start on the microwave. “I thought he’d get up before—!” 

Matthew grabbed his waist from behind. 

“How long?” 

“What?” 

He locked his hands by his stomach. “I want to know how long I’ll get to have the both of you!” 

Taken aback, completely confused, Clayton couldn’t answer. 

The microwave beeped. 

Clayton went to get the food, but quickly, Matthew snatched his arms and pinned them behind his back. Even if he could get out, he didn’t dare try. 

“I can’t force either one of you…” He pushed Clayton's hands against his back, causing him to lean forward over the stove. Suddenly laughing, Matthew teased, “I mean I could but…” Thoughts of torturing him ran through his head. Turning the burner on and making him beg to let him stay rather than suffer. “That’s no good in the end.” 

He dropped Clayton’s hands and walked away to sit at the bar and be served his breakfast. 

Clayton’s mind raced. He didn’t understand Matthew at all. After almost a year he thought he had figured him out. At least he had his routine down quite early on. He knew what to do and where to pleasure him to get it done quickly. And he believed he knew the meaning behind a lot of what Matthew Marcos said and did. But recently, it was like he had become a much more vulnerable guy. And that in itself was frightening.

He was easier to deal with as a cocky abuser type. 

Bringing over the plate of food, Clayton had no words of comfort to say. 

Matthew yanked his tie and pulled him down. “Clay, if you find some girl to date you, I don’t care if you leave me and marry her, but just know…  as she’s walking down the aisle to you, and you start crying,” His dark brown eyes pierced into Clayton empty soul, “We’ll both know it’s because you’re thinking about how I’ve ruined you.” He grinned, “Right?”

“R-right…” Clayton stuttered as he was brought in for a kiss. He couldn’t think about anything. Not about why Matthew was upset. And not about if he should consider leaving. Or if he even could find a wife anymore. He was blank. 

“Now get to work.” Matthew slapped his butt, releasing him. Clayton hurried to the door and grabbed his bag. “Your brother will be joining us there too. I am thinking part-time as an intern. And then he can start taking on most of the chores at home. Sound good?”

Clayton bowed before walking out, “Yes sir.” 

Butt-naked, in a frenzy, not even feeling his pain from the night before though it was definitely there, Lucas came running down the stairs. “Matthew?!” He frantically looked around, spotted that some shoes were still by the door, and tried to take a deep breath. He ran to the kitchen, a play was left out, and into the living room, he wasn’t there either, “Matthew?!” 

He began feeling hopeless. 

Then he noticed the door to the balcony was open, air was coming into the apartment through the screen. 

Lucas peeked out, without moving the screen, “Matthew…?” 

“Hm?” He turned, hearing Lucas' voice but being unable to see him made him laugh, "Just come out here, silly.”

“I— I kinda can’t…” Lucas pushed the screen open a little and leaned out just covering the front of himself loosely with the nearby curtain. “I um rushed down…” He bit his lip and looked out at Matthew sitting cross-legged casually sipping his coffee. He had his laptop out there meaning he was probably at least half-working. 

“You came down naked?” He put his hand over his mouth, continuing to laugh. 

“Well—!” Lucas turned red. “You could’ve woken me up… I would have made you breakfast and coffee… or tea... whichever...” 

“Ah,” Matthew looked away, he spoke soft and low, “So you feel the same about me, then?”

“Huh?!” Lucas stepped out. 

Matthew turned, snapping up, he wrapped the curtain around Lucas’ butt and pushed him inside. “Careful!”

“Why would you ask something like that…?” Lucas held onto him tightly. “Of course. Of course! I’ll say it again— I love you! I love you! I want to be with you! Forever! Please—!” 

Tears started swelling in his eyes.

“Shh…” Matthew hugged him back. 

“I can’t believe you’d doubt that. You idiot…” Lucas pressed his head into his shoulder and pulled the back of his suit jacket. “I’m so in love with you…” 

Petting his head, Matthew confessed, “I thought maybe it was the heat of the moment or something…” 

“No way!” 

“Well,” Matthew squeezed him closer, it was far too soon to be talking about love, a nervous chuckle escaped his lips, “Good then. You’re mine until I decide you can go away.” 

“Don't ever!” 

“We’ll see…” He tried to flip Lucas around but he was budging from hugging, “Turn. I want to make out with you.” After saying that, it was easy to spin him the other way. Lucas stood up on his toes, eyes closed, ready to be kissed.

Matthew bent him down onto the ground, then attacked him, jamming his tongue in his mouth. 

“Ugh, I’m gonna have to change before I go in,” Matthew announced his realization out loud, as he pulled his mouth away. Lucas was still a mess from last night and it had effectively gotten on his suit too. 

“Can’t you keep working from home today, daddy?” 

“No,” He sat up, straddling Lucas, and tossed his hair back. Then, he smirked down, "Still doing the daddy thing?” 

“If you like it?” 

Matthew traced his hands down the sides of Lucas’ torso, “I do… baby. Come on, you know I do. Don’t play stupid.” 

Lucas smiled sweetly, “You’re the stupid one… “ He placed his hands on Matthew’s, “Getting worried over nothing.” He pulled his hand up to his lips to kiss, “If you’ll have me, I’m never fucking leaving you. They’ll have to pull my bones away from yours.” 

Matthew shut his eyes and sighed. He didn’t know whether it was right or wrong to take Lucas at his word, but he knew what he wanted to believe. He stood and pulled Lucas up. “Let’s go clean off, stupid . Then I should really go.” 

“Oh, alright.” Lucas wrapped his legs around Matthew’s waist as he carried him up to the shower. 

Lucas Leanmount seemed like an idiot, who blindly decided that being attracted to him meant true love. But Matthew couldn’t deny his charms were working on him.

When he was lying next to him in bed after what was a blurred third or fourth round, Matthew was shocked to hear Lucas muse with his eyes closed, “ I love you… I love you… ”

And when Matthew finally went to say something back, though he had no idea how he even could respond, it seemed he had drifted off to sleep. So, he figured Lucas must not have been aware of what he was saying. 

Declaring love during the first hookup seemed wild, but apparently, he did mean it.

Matthew could feel himself falling for him more than he thought he ever would when inviting him here was just a suggestion. 

“Is it alright if I wash your clothes with your sheets, or do you want me to separate them?” 

Matthew stared at him, “Separate them, what?” 

“Well you don’t have to waste water for a load of just your clothes… that’s all I’m saying,” Lucas snickered under his breath. “But I’ll do whatever you want!” 

“If you put in our clothes from last night…” Matthew thought, he tried to find a way to still win this, “And I don’t know there’s probably more in mine or Clay’s hamper he hasn’t done yet— Besides! Do you even know how to do laundry?” 

“Yes,” Lucas patted his shoulders, “Sorry, I’m being a brat, laughing at you like that.” 

Matthew rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

“Aw, don’t be mad at me! Please!” Lucas jumped toward him. “I’m really sorry—! I didn’t mean it—!”

Staring down at him falsely pleading for fake forgiveness, Matthew only cared about the conversation so far as it was a little embarrassing to be called out by someone much younger. He didn’t actually give a damn about how the laundry was done. “Fine,” Matthew pushed him into the shower and pinned him against the wall, “Turn the water on.” 

“Okay.” Lucas fumbled around for the knob.  

“Now this will be a real waste,” Matthew joked, pushing his finger into Lucas’ asshole, “Ready to go again?” 

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded enthusiastically. He glanced back at Matthew, then smiled to himself. “Did you really mean that I’m your boyfriend?” 

“Yes, I'd like if you were,” He clicked his tongue, “Though I’m not out so…” 

“I know,” Lucas replied, “Clayton told me that. I won’t go running my mouth, I promise.” 

Matthew bit his lip. He moved his finger around inside, prepping him.

“Yeah, nobody has to know.”

Chapter Text

“Hi, excuse me?” While walking across campus a girl came up to him. He kind of recognized her, but he wasn’t sure from where exactly. Luckily, she explained, “I was in Econ with you last semester, we did that one presentation together.” 

“Oh right,” He nodded. “Claire?” 

“Yeah, um, so,” She dug around in her bag until she pulled out her phone. Continuing to talk while scrolling through her photo library, she explained, “I get this is kind of weird but my friend Kaylee just got out of a bad breakup and I’m trying to help her get back out there.” He stared at the picture of a girl she was showing him on her phone. “Would you maybe wanna go out with her?” 

Clayton blinked. 

It seemed wild. 

But this was the kind of scenario he found himself caught up in more often than not. 

Not unlike the girl he dated in high school. Or rather the girl he took to prom to help her get her ex-boyfriend back. 

“Uh…” He made eye contact with Claire. And, without any good reason to decline coming to mind, he agreed, “Okay.” 

“Really?!” He witnessed joy appear on her face. “I’ve asked like 5 other guys and they all said no, you really will?!” 

He shrugged. 

“Awesome! Thanks. I’ll give you her number so you can work it out— I’m really just trying to build her confidence back up. I mean she’s a great person. Her boyfriend was a dick. Like just the worst. Totally sucked her dry kind of guy. And she’s the best, she doesn’t deserve that— I’ve been her friend forever and he was suspicious of that?! What an ass!” 

Clayton didn’t say anything as she vented. He let her put the girl’s number into his phone. If this was just a one date thing that would be fine with him. If he was signing up to be her new boyfriend, that would probably be okay too. 

Still, he figured it was probably true, Claire was in love with this friend of hers, and that made him feel enough pity to say something about it. 

“I’m a senior, just so your friend— knows.” 

“Oh, I know.” She gave him his phone back. “So you can just graduate and fuck off .” 

“Right.” He nodded and knew he, and this girl’s ex-boyfriend had the situation correct. Slipping his phone in his pocket he conceded, “Sounds good.” 

Carrying his laptop bag felt like dragging a sack of rocks after working overtime as much as he had this week. And there was still another day of work tomorrow. 

His boss, his landlord, his friend with benefits— whatever he was— the man dating his little brother now, had left the office at a typical time. Around 5:30 or 6 pm. Slowly after him, everyone else trickled out, except for Clayton. He actually had a lot of work he was trying to get done. 

Despite getting his position due to the relationship he had with the founder, he did want to do a good job. And if he did actually end up progressing and finding success in the field, that didn’t really seem so bad. 

He went to school with a major in engineering, but he figured business was fine too. 

At least it wasn’t too terrible a place to end up. 

He got back to Matthew Marcos' apartment late in the evening. Public transportation wasn’t fast or direct, but he never bothered to take cabs if he was on his own. Dropping his bag down by the door he could see that they, Matthew and his younger brother Lucas were on the couch together. 

He witnessed Lucas sit up and crank his head around. 

“Clayton!” Lucas yelled out, then looked back at Matthew, “See I told you he didn’t go home!” 

All he heard was a grunt in response. 

“You worked really late, huh?” Lucas asked as he was pulled back down, his head disappearing back behind the couch.

“Uh yeah…” Clayton cautiously walked over. It had been about two weeks since Lucas had been there. He hung over Matthew Marcos constantly. Not that Clayton exactly minded that but it was… different. It wasn’t breaking news that his younger brother was a raging homosexual what was more alarming was the change in Matthew. 

Clayton had been fucked in the ass by him, and he could tell Matthew had checked him out before, but seeing how he was with Lucas he realized Matthew had actually been holding back. 

Probably for his sake. 

Which was interesting, if not surprising, to learn. 

Standing before them, he noticed Matthew’s hand underneath Lucas, who was sitting halfway in his lap. He also was gripping his wrist where he had yanked him back down, then slid down to hold his hand. 

He wondered if they had been there a while. They were both fully dressed. It’s not like they had just been going at it. He found himself trying to figure out what they would have even been doing for the past few hours since Matthew got back home. 

“Are you gonna make dinner?” Matthew narrowed his eyes on him. 

“Hey,” Lucas leaned close to his face, “He just got home— I’ll cook for you.” 

Matthew sighed. “No,” He huffed, squeezed his ass, “I’m groping you.” 

Clayton blinked, unable to react at all. 

“Oh…” Lucas blushed, melting into Matthew’s lap, and weakly smiled out to her brother, “Sorry, I tried.” 

The TV wasn’t on. There weren't any bottles or cans around. No plates, so they really hadn’t eaten anything. Matthew only had his suit jacket and tie off, he was still in his button-up and trousers.

He must have come back a while ago. 

Clayton didn’t understand what the hell was going on. 

He had never just sat and talked with Matthew for a prolonged period of time. The man as stubborn and demanding as he was would either go right to his room or call him in to hook up then send him away when he decided they were done. 

“Can we order food?” Lucas suggested, causing Matthew to scowl, “What’s a good place…?” 

Clayton could tell right away his brother was goating both of them, giving Matthew a choice to be in control and getting him out of cooking as a favor . He let out a sigh before he realized it. 

“What?” Matthew snapped his head up.

“Sorry,” Clayton suddenly caught on that he had audibly allowed a side of frustration escape his mouth. 

“You don’t want me to choose, is that it?” Matthew questioned, in a threatening voice. 

“No, no, it’s just…” 

“Hey- hey- hey—!” Lucas shook his head quickly, “Don’t say irrelevant things, Clayton!” 

“Hm?” Matthew turned to Lucas, and steadied his face. 

“Mmm…!!! He is going to tell you that I’m trying to trick you… R-right? I mean, all I’m doing is trying to save Clayton from having to do more work right after—“ 

Matthew stood up abruptly. 

“Oh fine…” Lucas admitted from the ground, “I didn’t want him to be more useful to you than I am.” 

“That is so annoying,” Matthew lightly kicked him. “Be quiet and go call for Dim Sum. And you get it.” He squatted down, “Got it, baby?” 

“Got it, daddy.” He gulped, not from being frightened, but instead from being worried about having to go out to pick up the food when he’s so turned on. 

Laughing, Matthew stood up and approached Clayton putting his hand on his shoulder. “Why’d you stay so late, anyway?” 

“I—“ 

He couldn’t give an answer even though he had felt it was the smart thing to do.

“Whatever. Just don’t work yourself to death. I can move people around if you’ve been giving too much.” 

“That’s not it,” Clayton managed to get out. “I’m fine.” 

“Alright,” He shrugged. “Join me for a bath?” Lucas pushed himself up from the floor right after he asked. “You shut it!” 

“I didn’t say anything!” Lucas held his hands up playing innocent. 

“I know you were thinking it !” 

“I wasn’t! I swear! It’s fine you and—“ 

Clayton only considered for a few seconds before actually speaking up this time, “How about you two go? I am really tired, could I just go to bed?” 

Both Matthew and Lucas went silent. They looked at each other. 

Clayton seemed like an obvious liar, even if he was exhausted he would pass out before saying it, so this was confusingly shocking. 

Running over, Lucas took charge, “It’s okay, honestly. I’m being a spoiled brat. I’ll order and get the food. And I can start the bath! So forget it!” He hurried down the hallway. 

“My bedroom!” 

“Oh! Shit. Sorry!” He came back and sprinted up the stairs instead. 

In the quiet left from when Lucas had gone, Matthew looked back at Clayton. The apartment almost felt like it had before. Still and dull. A muted pressure cooker. 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

He didn’t know. 

“He worries about you a lot, Clay.” Matthew scoffed, “Don’t do anything with me tonight if you don’t want to but don’t make him think it’s his fault. Do you think I’m so pathetic I couldn’t handle your rejection?”

Matthew Marcos was almost unrecognizable, at least in Clayton’s opinion it was like he had revealed a whole hidden side of his personality in the past few weeks. Of course, he was still mean, outwardly getting enjoyment out of being aggressive and rude. But, now it was like an almost down-to-earth kind of guy was coming out of the shadows. 

Clayton already wasn’t sure how to respond to what he was saying, when Matthew smiled to himself and looked down, “I either gotta kill that guy or make him mine forever— He knows way too much about me.” 

All too aware of the surface he was barely scratching and the walls his brother had broken down with apparent ease, Clayton turned away. He was okay with it. 

Actually, he was almost glad to see it. 

Matthew found someone he could really be loved by in the way he needed. Clayton on some level knew, but couldn’t place the reason, whether it was because he wasn’t gay, because he wasn’t as fun or affectionate as Lucas, or because he just didn’t like Matthew specifically, he wasn’t meant to be with him. Sticking around didn’t feel right. 

At the same time, he wasn’t completely sold on this existing couple after what was barely multiple weeks. 

He cared about his brother and more about Matthew than he let on. Maybe more than he was aware of himself. If he did leave, he wasn’t sure what would happen to him. 

“Okay, it’s full!” Lucas came out from Matthew’s bedroom, “I called, they said 20 minutes so I’m getting it now.” 

“You didn’t take our orders…” Matthew muttered. 

“I know what you like,” Lucas stepped down. 

“What if I wanted something else, hm?” 

Going pale, Lucas panicked. “Uh— Well,” He scratched the back of his neck, “I actually did order a couple of different things for you in case that happened… but you caught me so… I’m sorry?!” 

“You bought multiple things, on my card, in case ?!” 

Lucas held out his hands, defensively shaking them, “No, no, no! I’m paying! I wouldn’t do that!!!” 

“What—“ Matthew stepped towards him, “The fuck do you mean you’re paying ? What was the total?” Lucas shivered as he towered over him so angrily. “Tell me.” 

“It was— Why?! I don’t mind paying when I’m the one who—“ 

He was grabbed on both sides, “You’re not. You just started working for me , part-time, yesterday. No.” 

“But—“ 

“Just—!” Matthew let go by tossing him to the side, leading Lucas to stumble as he caught himself on his shirt after going down a stair. He flashed up to see Matthew pressing his fingers to his forehead, “Go get the food.” 

“Okay!” He hugged him quickly and bolted out of the apartment before he could get mad at him again. 

Lucas wished he had said I love you before he left, but only thought of it as he was heading out of the building. He cut his losses and kept going. 

Clayton’s mind was spinning as he watched Matthew pull out his phone and take a seat on the stairs. He hung over his legs, resting his elbows on his knees as he swiped, then typed. “Uh,” Clayton sounded. Matthew didn’t really move. “I think I should probably move back home until I can find a place of my own.” 

Then he glanced up. 

“Oh man,” He sighed, and his face dropped in a way that seemed like genuine emotion to Clayton. “I was trying not to… but I guess I’ve still pushed you out, haven’t I?” 

“No, that’s not really it…” Clayton looked down at him, as he stood still in the middle of the room not knowing what he was thinking. 

“I really did think it could be fun to have two guys around, but the reality of that was a lot different than how I imagined it,” Matthew was speaking honestly, “I’m in love with him, I think.” He stood up, “Sorry, Clay.”  

It seemed unreal.

“W-why are you apologizing?” Clayton clenched, biting his lip and tilting his head down. “It’s weird.” 

Letting out a laugh, Matthew questioned while walking closer to him, “ It’s weird ?” 

“Yes—” Clayton spit out, “You are acting completely different it’s—“ 

“You’re the one about to cry, Clay.” He pushed his head into his shoulder, holding on comfortingly, “What happened to the guy who shows no emotions no matter what I do?” 

“That’s not—!” The rubbing of his hair felt almost soothing. He breathed out and softly asked, “Can I still work for you?” 

A crooked laugh, “Of course you can! Did you assume I’d fire you?!” 

He wrapped his arms around his back, “Thank you. I want to keep working there. I like what I’m doing.” 

“Oh, you do?” Matthew peered down at him, and was happy to hear it, even though it felt like breaking news, “That’s good.” 

“I like you too,” Clayton confessed, “Not in the way my brother does though, I think he’s better for you than I could ever be, so…” He hung on tight, burying his head, “Maybe we can still be friends.”

Matthew dropped his head onto Clayton’s shoulder. 

“Not friends…” He groaned. It was late to admit it now and pointless anyway since they already had a physical relationship, but Matthew was attracted to Clayton too. Although, he would probably share a similar sentiment. The way he felt about Lucas was somehow different. “Yes, we can be friends .” 

“Well, you are with my brother so that’s probably—“ 

“Watch it! I could still smack you even if we aren’t fucking anymore.” He pushed Clayton back and looked at him sternly, before chuckling. “But you’re right.” 

His faint smile faded, “Can you… kiss me one more time?” 

Matthew twitched, suspicious that he was asking for it, but everything Clayton was saying seemed out of character. He had made choices and decisions, let his opinions be known, and now he was requesting a final kiss. “Alright.” 

It proved only one thing. 

Clayton still had no idea why he didn’t like it.

Chapter Text

“Baby?” Matthew called out into his seemingly empty apartment after getting home from work just after 6, but he knew Lucas was probably there since he had off today. 

Footsteps came charging from the downstairs hallway as Lucas raced in. “Daddy!” He hopped in front of him, “Look! Look! Look!” Spinning around, he started showing off what he was wearing, “It’s not a sexy outfit—“ He paused, “Sorry, but—“ He pulled the end of the sweater down and smiled wide, “I finally found what I can use for a cosplay!” 

“Use?” 

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, “I have to add some details, like a school batch here and borders or whatever but this actually looks pretty close.” 

“...to what’s in the show?” 

“To what's in the video game.”

"Oh," Matthew nodded. He was trying to keep up with Lucas' hobbies as he was always going on about them. When they weren't hooking up anyway. If it wasn’t putting together outfits, it was making them. If it wasn’t making them, it was showing him pictures of old ones. And for the past two weeks or so while Matthew was at work, it seemed Lucas had been putting together a lot of new things. 

Lucas held out his hands to take Matthew’s bag and hang it up for him. “How was work?” 

A slight smirk, “Fine.” He snatched Lucas up before he could get to the handles, “But you weren’t there! I had no one to harass in the copy room today…” 

“That was quite the tutorial on how to use a printer you gave me,” Lucas laughed. He should have guessed when Matthew said he wanted to give him a tour his first day it was going to result in workplace misconduct. 

“I do have one complaint,” He tightened his grasp around Lucas’ waist, lifting him up a little. 

“Seriously?” He wondered if he was joking around or not as he was tackled onto the floor. 

After a kiss on the forehead, Matthew explained, “A bento box was a cute idea since I told you how my mom used to make them for me in elementary school... before I asked her to stop, but, I don’t know about chicken nuggets being in there!” 

“Oh,” Lucas blushed, blocking his face. 

“That felt wrong!” 

Matthew leaned down and tried kissing him repeatedly anywhere he could get through. 

“You silly idiot! You might need some advice...” 

Lucas, without thinking, shot back, “Well can I ask her?” 

“Who?” 

“Your mom?” 

Matthew squinted as if he was requesting something both impossible and out of nowhere, when it very much was in the topic of conversation.

He backed off of Lucas and stood up, holding out his hand. 

The thought of introducing a man to his family was too much for him to discuss. 

“Come on. Get up.” 

“Alright…” Lucas took hold of his hand and let himself be pulled up and walked over to the living room. 

Matthew sighed and flopped down onto the couch. He put his face in the palm of his hand, “I can’t do this…” 

“Hm—!” Sirens went off prematurely in Lucas’ mind. “What?!” He bent down and begged at Matthew’s knees, “No, no, no… I’m sorry! Don’t— Don’t break up with me over chicken nuggets, please! I shouldn’t have mentioned your—“ 

“I’m not!” Matthew raised his voice, definitively ending that theory. He spread out his arm, “Sit next to me.” 

When Lucas regained himself and climbed up on the couch, Matthew pulled him close. 

“I’m just venting, alright?!” 

“Alright…” Lucas gazed at him. Kissed him on the cheek saying “Sorry, Daddy.”  

He rubbed his waist down to his hip and back up again while trying to calm down, “It’s just hard for me. It always has been…” 

Lucas leaned up and touched his hands to Matthew’s collar. He started loosely undoing his tie. He was pretty sure he knew what he was talking about now. “Being gay?” 

“Yeah…” 

Tilting his head back, Matthew shut his eyes. 

“I’ve never been good at it…” 

“That’s not true.” Lucas tried, “You’re good at it. Trust me.” 

“Ha. Ha.” Weakly Matthew waved his hand in the air attempting to connect with Lucas’ face despite not looking. He hit his shoulder instead. 

Lucas pulled out his tie and folded it, putting it to the side the best he could. “What was hard before?” 

“Everything—! Anything!” Matthew threw out his arms, then lazily looked out at Lucas without moving his head. 

“Like what?” Lucas clung to him.

“Well,” He rolled his eyes, “One time I’ll never stop thinking about was when this girl just casually asked me ‘Do you think that guy is cute?’ And I got way too defensive like ‘No! What? How would I know?! Why do you ask?! I’m a guy!’ …It haunts me.” 

“Classic.” Laughing lightly Lucas placed his head on Matthew’s chest. 

“And in high school,” Matthew began telling another story, which made Lucas melt into him with happiness, “I guess looking back… I probably liked this guy who was the student council president, but he was showing me what to do when I became president, make sense?” 

“Yes.” 

“So, we were going around the school patrolling for like the last month or so of his senior year. My sophomore year. Usually, nothing was going on. And I would mess with him.” 

“In what way…?” Lucas questioned. 

“Not in that way, uh, I would push him into the railing on the stairs when we were walking. Or like… if we were stamping papers I would start stamping his arm.” 

“Oh, so you were flirting?” Lucas grinned. 

“Shush— Anyway! So, we are checking the club rooms after school to make sure they are locked. Why was that a student job? I don’t know! But, when I tested the door to the gym locker room and it opened, I threw the guy in there and he crashed into one of the lockers. That didn’t really matter…. What ended up happening was that there were a couple of guys from the soccer team beating up this little guy.” 

“Oh.” 

“And the student council president guy I was with goes up to them and says something like, ‘Now don’t make us do our job’ kinda jokingly but also in a way where it’s like he will break up the fight or rat them out or something. And one of them goes, I was in there by now, ‘Looks like you guys are playing around too, just like us’ so then I, stupidly got involved…” 

“What did you do?” 

Matthew, when he was not yet 16 years old, had followed into the boys' locker room when he heard all the noise. He kind of recognized the boy on the floor, but he wasn’t in the same grade as him. The other guys were all definitely in higher grades. 

The student council president had managed to catch himself and bounce back from Matthew’s teasing. 

It wasn’t like he threw him hard. He just pushed him. He could have possibly been hurting him. Not in the same way. 

Matthew punched the lockers so the loud sound was made, “Get the fuck out of here!” 

“Whoa…!” 

“You’re not supposed to be in here and you know it! So I don’t want to hear it, you assholes !” 

He pushed one guy aside to walk through and get to the boy. He was bleeding in a few places and it looked like he was crying a little. 

“Hey man…” One guy tried.

“Just go,” The president jumped in. “We won’t say anything, but leave him alone now, alright? I’m not getting you all dropped from college.” 

Matthew heard a wave of “ thanks man ’s” as the guys left the locker room. He could only stare down at the wounded deer before him. The boy blinked his eyes up at him. Matthew remembered he was a grade below him because they were on baseball teams together sometimes as kids. 

“Why’d they do this to you?” He asked. 

“I don’t know…” He mumbled. 

The president grabbed paper towels and handed them to him to hold on his lip, while he started addressing his knee that had clearly been kicked repeatedly. 

“It made no sense!” The kid cried, “Stuff about being small and little and stupid… and gay!” 

“Forget them,” The president asserted, “Half of them are faggots that get off on hurting people anyway!” 

Matthew sat up on the couch, looking at Lucas after he repeated what had been said. He caught his hand, stopping it from slipping off of his chest, and confessed, “So if I had ever thought I was gay before that… I forced myself to—“ 

“Yeah,” Lucas gazed into his eyes. He thought Matthew looked sweet when he was pensive and a little sad. “I—“ He paused, letting his voice trail off. Matthew’s hand was cold on his. There was a pathetic air about him. He wanted Matthew to kiss him so badly. 

His wish was granted. 

“Mm—!” Lucas moaned, pushing back on his chest. “Wait— What about the guys?” He asked, having stopped himself from fully giving in to him.

“What guys?” 

“Well, is it true… Did any of them turn out to be gay too? Or what about the little one?” 

Amused, Matthew shook his head, “No, what? Not that I know of anyway. The little one had had a girlfriend since middle school, that’s what he told me when I asked after we helped him up and stuff. So that’s why he was confused about getting beat up in the first place. The other guys… I have no clue, but if any, probably just one or two, right? Not half.” 

Lucas nodded, “Yeah… I guess it was strange hearing the president guy say, right?” 

“Yup.” Matthew pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, then popped his lips audibly, “Not really the strangest thing I’ve done in this regard but—“ 

“Oh!” Lucas leaned his body weight into him, “There’s more?” 

Matthew sighed, touching his hand to his forehead, “Well… in college…” He glared as Lucas clapped his hands. He was getting so much out of him and it wasn’t even a challenge. 

“A college story!” 

“Enough!” He snatched his hand and put it back down on his chest. “In college, I had a girlfriend for a little while.” 

“Oh really?” Lucas blinked, “I guess I never asked you so directly if you had been with a woman before…” 

“No you haven’t— Wait,” Matthew lowered his eyelids, thinking about the situation, and questioned him just to double check, “You haven’t right?” 

“I don’t think I’ve asked you…” Lucas tried to remember if they had talked about that or not. 

“No, not that!” Matthew huffed, “You haven’t been with a woman?!” 

“Oh,” He chuckled into his hand, the thought of it was comical, “No.” 

Matthew didn’t even know why he bothered. As far as he was concerned the young man beside him was the ideal gay man God had in mind when he created sinners. Or whatever was in the Bible. Matthew wasn’t religious like that. 

He just thought Lucas was someone who was actually skillful at being a homosexual. Unlike himself, who he believed had been ignoring it and as a result stumbling through it his whole life. 

“Go on with your story…!” Lucas pushed. 

“God, you're being so whiny. Quit it. Don’t hurt my head baby.” He planted his hand on Lucas’ cheek.

“Sorry.” He pleaded for forgiveness with his pouty face. 

“Anyway,” Matthew pushed his head down to rest on him, maybe for comfort, maybe so he didn’t have to look into his eyes. “I had this girlfriend in college. She was rushing a sorority and rushing a frat— I know you already know the name so stuff it!” He held him down before he could jump up and prove his knowledge. Show off the efforts of his studying. “So that’s how we started dating I guess. Whatever. Anyway, at some event, she and some other girls were talking about how this one TA was hot. Her friend pointed out that he looked kind of like me. And then because all of them and everyone else turned to me, I asked ‘What is he Asian?’ And that shut that down for a little while.” 

Matthew breathed. Lucas wasn’t squirming under him or being completely still either. He was cuddling up to him. Lighting wrapping his legs underneath, curling up his knees, and slipping his arms around his torso. He let go of his head and dropped his arm around Lucas’ back. 

Rubbing his thumb along the holes of the sweater he had just got, Matthew continued, “Around the same time I had a roommate like all freshmen do and one night this guy snuck in alcohol. He was planning to save one of the packs for a party the next night but we drank them all. And, well… a few drinks in…” 

Lucas laughed along with him claming up. 

“Yeah, I said something I normally wouldn’t have. I forget exactly how we got there but he was talking about sex and it became about receiving head. He had asked me how the girl I was dating was at it. And he told me he asked because he had heard from some other guy that she was pretty good. Then he covered his mouth and went ‘Oh sorry man! I shouldn’t have told you that!’ But I didn’t really care that much.”

And Matthew, loose and tipsy within the cement walls of their tiny dorm room, told him that. 

“Still, I didn’t mean to call your girlfriend a slut dude…”

“That just means she’s practiced, right?” He suggested an alternative option. “So it’s fine. To answer your question… I don’t really know since it hasn’t happened that many times!” Laughing to himself while falling over onto his bed he asked, “Don’t you think a guy would be better at it than a girl?” 

“Huh?” 

Matthew, his eyes glazing over, stared out at his roommate but wasn’t really seeing him. Some other 18-year-old guy who he didn't particularly get along with well or not, but they were assigned as roommates since Matthew moved to college. He went out a lot at night. During the week and on the weekends. Matthew had no clue where he was getting the alcohol from, but he didn’t really care. 

“Girls probably don’t know what the heck they are doing— that’s all!” Matthew cackled, a big grin on his face. He was blissfully unaware of how he was sounding for the moment. “Like guys know how to make themselves feel good, right?” 

“Right…” His roommate tilted his head, picking at the top of his beer can, “It’s never happened… for me… so…” 

“You’ve never had a girlfriend?” Matthew pushed up on his arm but didn’t manage to sit all the way up on the first try. 

“Nope. I’m looking for one but…” He chuckled, “I think I’d take hooking up at this point. I want to know what it’s like!” 

“And that’s when I saw a tent in his pants.” 

When Matthew said that Lucas felt like he could guess what happened next, “So you went for it?” 

“Yeah… I kinda did...” Matthew felt kind of embarrassed telling the story. He didn’t know why he was saying all these things. Sharing experiences he hadn’t told anyone before was weird but it was all just coming out, “I convinced him, probably because he was drunk too, that we should test the theory. 

“I bet you said something like ‘think of me when a girl does it next time— To compare! To compare!’” Lucas teased, sitting up in his lap and holding his hands out mockingly defending. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” Matthew glared. 

“I’m not making of you… ” Lucas smiled and curled back into him, “I’m making fun Straight Matthew. He was funny!” 

“Yeah well, it’s hard being in the closet so long you know.” 

Lucas raised an eyebrow, “I know. I’m not saying— Sorry…” Leaning back on him, he tried to get the rest of the story from Matthew, “So, what was the stuff about your girlfriend and the teacher?” 

“Oh,” Matthew realized he had been rambling nonsensically, “They started hooking up. But hold on! I’m not done with the roommate part yet!” He smacked him in the face, holding onto his cheek. Lucas giggled after being silenced and brought his knees back up to cuddle. “I started to give him a blowjob, that was my first time with a guy— But he didn’t come.” 

Matthew cupped his hands underneath as he worked his mouth down the length of his roommate’s penis. He was brilliant in school and excelled socially, but Matthew had never worked this hard for success before. 

“Dude,” His head was pushed back, “I don’t think—“ 

“Oh come on!” Matthew stood up from the ground, pissed off and visibly frustrated. He stared down and suggested, “You try it on me then!” 

Matthew, unlike his roommate, was already hard. 

“Wh—?” 

“Tsk—“ Matthew turned away, that reaction after he had pulled down his pants was not ideal, “It’s your fault. You made me think about… my girl…” He hoped that was a good excuse. One any guy would buy. “Don’t be so uptight. The girls are doing stuff with each other all the time.”

“Really? That’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah,” Matthew scratched the back of his neck. His cock bounced, becoming more erect with each passing second. “It doesn’t mean anything. I just wanna see…” 

When his roommate didn’t reply right away, Matthew looked at him, he placed his hands on his head. 

“Just open your mouth and I’ll put it in.” 

“But—“ 

“It’s just a test,” Matthew was so desperate he’d try anything, “What are you so scared about?” 

“I’m not!” 

When his lips parted, Matthew managed to get the tip of his dick in between, “Now—“ 

“So you did fuck him?” Lucas asked, not so much judging the forcefulness but wondering why he sounded somber about the whole thing. Hearing Matthew was sexually aggressive, even possibly a rapist, would not be that surprising given how he acted now. 

“No,” He sighed, “He pushed me off. And I stopped pushing for it to happen.”

“Oh.”

“He was like, ‘Man, stop playing!’ And got more to drink. Then he said, ‘You know I suck at that. I’m a virgin. Plus, look at my dick and look at yours!’ I didn’t get what he meant at first, but he explained while he put his underwear back on. He was saying that since he had a small dick even if guys in general knew more about pleasuring other guys, there was no way he’d know what to do with mine.” 

Lucas made a crooked face. 

“What?”

“Well, I’m just thinking he’s lame, that’s all.” 

Matthew let out a hard laugh. 

“Who cares about that?! What kind of guy can’t take on a challenge ?” 

“Yeah, you’d say that, baby.” Matthew kissed his cheek, “But he was even smaller than you so… He started crying about how he’d never get a girlfriend. And I just went to the bathroom and jerked off to the image of a man under my dick for the first time.” 

“Of course, you did, Daddy,” Lucas threw back looking up for another kiss. 

“You know what’s terrible about straight guys?”

“What?”

“They never give head like you gay boys do!” Matthew grabbed his face and pulled him into a messy kiss. 

“Anyway…” Ripping Lucas off his lips, Matthew continued sharing his embarrassing tales, “The part with the TA, that’s like a student teacher, not a full-time teacher baby, I think he was a senior.” 

“Okay,” Lucas knew that he had just messed it up before, but he let himself be talked down to in this instance. Matthew’s voice was pretty hot when he was mansplaining and talking down to him.

“A little after the thing with my roommate, I pretty much knew I was gay—“ 

“I’d say so after begging—“ 

Matthew covered his mouth, “So I ended up breaking up with that girl I was dating and I didn’t really date anyone after her. I think I maybe went with some girls to formal events, but that wasn’t really dating… One day though, near the end of the school year, the hot TA guy the girls were talking about came up to me. He had apparently been with my ex— is she my ex? I don’t even know…” He found his own past life quite confusing. “Regardless, he asks to talk to me at this party. And, because I’m the worst, I tell him to go upstairs. ‘Because it’s quieter up there’ I think I said.” 

Lucas held onto his hand on his mouth and slipped down off his lap slightly, back onto the couch next to him. 

He didn’t think Matthew was all that bad for saying that, but he didn’t want to butt in now. With each story, he thought Matthew seemed stressed but in a distant sort of way. He figured out that maybe he had never really talked about these things before. They might not just be kind of embarrassing, silly stories, but more like traumatic ones even though he was joking sometimes. 

“When we’re upstairs, I close the door and lock it. A stupid thing to do but whatever he didn’t notice— Or if he did. He didn’t care.” Matthew rolled his eyes, pressing his hand into Lucas’ face, “He… propositions me basically.” 

“Mm?” Lucas questioned in a muffled mumble.

“Essentially,” Matthew took his hand off and turned his body to face Lucas and speak to him directly, “He told me that he had a cuckold kink, you know what that is?” 

Lucas nodded. 

“And when he had come clean to this girl about it, she said she would prefer the guy who cucks him to just be me.” Matthew made fun of that, “Now I don’t know if she just wasn’t over me, or if she said that to get to him, but I said to him, ‘That’s because she’s got an Asian kink’, but inside I was thinking if there was any way… any possible scenario where this could end up with me fucking him.” 

“Did it happen?” Lucas leaned in. 

Their hands in the middle. 

“No, not exactly.” Matthew laughed, “I did do it. I had sex with that girl again and he watched or whatever, and that was kind of exciting. I mean him being there and getting off on what I was doing. But I didn’t really do anything to him except berate him a little. And uh…” He mixed his fingers in between Lucas’ fingers, “Maybe I slapped his dick once before leaving…” 

“Hm…” 

“What?” He didn’t like that Lucas wasn’t commenting much, even though he knew he probably would not like it if he was either. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this…” 

“Do you want to take your jacket off?” Lucas asked, “We came over before—“ 

“Yeah, take it off for me.”

“Okay!” Lucas smiled and pushed his hands underneath his suit jacket. Matthew was so nice to touch, he’d never get over it. But he wanted to comfort him somehow now. Of course, sex was an option and one Lucas liked very much, that didn’t seem quite right though judging by how tense Matthew was. “You know,” He ran his palms down, pulling the sleeves off of his arms, “Being out and proud isn’t perfect either.” 

“No?” Matthew was genuinely curious. 

“Nope,” Lucas laughed thinking about himself, “Maybe because it was a little later… or maybe because of where I was or who I was, I wasn’t beaten up like that kid in the locker room at your school. But, I’ve done some stupid things too.” 

He folded the jacket on his knees in between them, then placed it to the side. Matthew pulled him close once again. He didn’t really believe him.

“Like what?”

“I mean… I don’t have any notable examples. I was just a lot !” He dropped his hand to his thigh, “You said I’m what? Good at being gay? That’s kinda silly, Matthew!” 

“What’s silly about it?!” He pinched his sides, causing Lucas to yelp. “Tell me!” 

“Well, it’s hard to explain!” Trying to talk through the rough tickling was difficult, “I just went too hard!” 

“You were too gay? ”

“No, no,” Lucas waved his hand, shaking that notion off, “I don’t mean that sort of thing. My family isn’t even totally sure I’m gay. I mean like… Well, for example~ ” He grinned up and Matthew smirked, “In middle school, me and this other guy had gotten in trouble for kissing, but I turned it into this whole big thing about oppression and discrimination— But like, it was during school. We were skipping class. They had every right to discipline us!” 

“God. You kissed a boy in middle school? ” 

He could feel how Matthew was about to push him away, “How is that all you got out of it?” 

When he glanced back, he saw the forlorn look on Matthew’s face.

“What is it?” Lucas asked, reaching up to touch him. He thought Matthew looked pouty in a way he never had before. Sitting up to lean over him, Lucas cupped the sides of his face. He could guess why he was sad about it. The assumption was that Matthew’s first kiss with a man wasn’t until he was much older than middle school. Maybe even after college based on the stories he was telling. But, in Lucas’ opinion, there was really no reason to get all envious. That boy wasn’t a good kisser and he was pretty ugly. Lucas had only kissed him so he’d trade games with him. 

“Nothing…” 

“Aw,” Lucas admired Matthew’s soft change of character. Every confession about his past he had made only revealed more aspects of Matthew Marcos to love. Lucas wistfully whispered, “You’re so cute, baby.” 

Matthew jerked. 

Lucas realized what he said and jumped back a little, “Oop—! I mean, daddy! Shit!” 

“What the hell?” Matthew cackled, “I’m your baby now?” 

“No! No! I just messed up— Stop! Please…” Lucas begged, lowering his head. 

“Why?” Matthew planted him firmly back down next to him, and began groping him, “I don’t know if a guy’s ever called me cute before…” He kissed behind his ear and squeezed his ass. 

“None?!” Lucas was in panic mode, mostly out of shame over having just called Matthew the wrong pet name. 

“I don’t think so… You’re the only one who does a lot of things—“ 

“Don’t say it!!” Lucas screamed, plugging his ears. And Matthew burst out laughing. “Please don’t! I don’t want to hear you say it! No!!!” 

Pulling his fingers out so he could hear him, Matthew relished in his own power, “I can torture you that much with the threat of saying a word?”

Lucas peeked one eye open. 

“I just really don’t want you to call me daddy… Please?” 

Matthew smiled wide, “I won’t. But, it’s fun to tease you. You might have gotten more worked up over that than anything I’ve done to you.”

Breathing again, Lucas calmed down. 

“Sorry… that was just scary.” He held his hand over his heart, “Is what you were saying true though? That I’m the only guy who has ever—“ 

Matthew cut him off to explain, “Probably. I’ve already told you I’ve only really had situationships as well.” 

“I know, but saying you’re cute isn’t a lot… is it?” 

“Maybe not for you.” Lucas shrugged as Matthew reached over and ruffled his hair. “You’re a cute guy, but if I called you handsome or hot that would be a little different right?” 

“Or hunky…?” He lifted his arm, flexing up and down.

“Nice try.” Matthew gave a slight smile, amused at his joke.

“I guess I get what you mean,” he had to admit that Matthew had a point. He wasn’t really the cute type . “But you are cute… sometimes…” 

Matthew was surprised to learn that he liked hearing it, but he couldn’t deny that he did. And by now, he was past lying to himself. 

“Thanks, baby. I also meant you’re the first to give me a lot of love and affection.” 

When he met Lucas' eyes, he was expecting appreciation, but instead, he looked kind of worried all of a sudden. 

“You mean my brother never?” 

“Huh? Clay?” 

Lucas turned his head down, taking Matthew’s hand solemnly, “He doesn’t… Clayton…” 

“Wait—“ Matthew wished he could go back a few seconds and make sense of what was happening. How he had out of nowhere made Lucas sad about Clayton. He didn’t understand it. But he didn’t like seeing him like this at all. “What— What’s wrong?” 

He picked up Lucas’ head, making him look at him. 

“He wants to stay here and that means he is okay with being with you, but he isn’t loving with you? I’m just confused…” 

“Oh,” Matthew’s heart sank. 

“I just don’t want him to be unhappy. But he always forces himself to do things against what he wants to be doing!” Lucas complained. “I don’t mean—“ 

“I know,” Matthew sighed, “I feel like, and you can correct me if I’m wrong, Clay is pretty bad at making decisions.” 

“I guess? I don’t think it’s that he’s indecisive exactly... more like he doesn’t feel particular either way, so if it’s what someone else wants he goes with it. But that stinks too!” Lucas threw his arms out, “He can’t keep going through life like that! He’s going to wear himself to the ground! He can’t make everybody else happy at the cost of himself!” 

“How do you feel about him and I?” Matthew asked. 

“Uh… honestly?” 

“Sure,” He cocked an eyebrow. 

“I’m split about it. I love you so much so obviously, I want to be your everything! But… if it’s what you want and especially if it’s what Clayton wants—“ 

“Got it.” Matthew stopped him. 

“Plus I know I got here second—“ 

“Enough. You told me what I wanted to know.” Matthew grabbed his leg and hiked him up, “About Clay, I care about him dearly, but no… I don’t think he loves me if that’s something you’re wondering…”

“Oh.” 

“I don’t know when it will happen, but he will probably leave...” 

Resting his head, Lucas wondered, “But what if he does love you…?” 

“Do you really think that’s a possibility?” 

“I think he loves a lot of people…” 

“Your family?” 

Lucas went quiet for a moment and looked away, “I should talk to Clayton about this…”

Matthew watched him, seeing Lucas so uneasy was fairly new even though it was always clear he cared about his older brother. He just didn’t know he worried about him this much. 

Lucas had considered possibilities but never drawn any conclusions about his brother. He didn’t like making assumptions like that. At the same time, he wasn’t able to stop himself from asking Matthew for information. 

“Sorry,” Lucas shook his head, “I shouldn’t have brought him up. Your relationship is your relationship—“ 

“It’s okay,” Matthew whispered close to his ear. “It’s alright if you want me to be all yours too.”

Blushing, Lucas’ eyes went wide, “Matt—!” 

“You’re all mine! No kissing other boys when you’re ditching class anymore.” 

“I’m not even in school!” He fought back as Matthew wrapped his hand up on his neck and chin. 

“Then not at work either.” 

“The only guy kissing me at work was you—!" Matthew planted his lips on Lucas’ shutting down his fair point. It was Matthew who had messed with him. 

“You looked so nice in a suit I couldn’t help it.” He let him go, just holding him in a loose cuddle, “Plus having you there was so exciting I might have to increase your hours. It wasn’t the same today…” 

“Speaking of which, where is Clayton? Does he usually stay this much later than you?” 

“Hm,” Matthew pulled out his phone and started scrolling through pictures, “I don’t know. Here, look, you’ll like this,” He moved his phone around Lucas’ shoulder and held it in front of him so he could see. Pictures of him in college. Graduation, Lucas had already seen, but some from events, formals, and parties he had not. 

“Whoa! Wait! Stop scrolling past,” He touched his fingers to the phone and zoomed into one on Matthew’s face. “Ah—! When was this?” 

“I’m not sure. Probably junior year…” 

“Okay, go to the next one.” He found him and zoomed in again. “Next,” Matthew thought Lucas was so focused on this with the way he was leaning in and analyzing each photo. He wasn’t saying much but it was clear his mind was racing.

“You find me so fast.” 

“Do you have high school ones too?” Lucas asked, “I’ve only seen your prom and graduation—“ 

“You’re such a stalker,” Matthew laughed, and playing with his hair, teased, “You love me way too much.”

“Nuh-uh,” Lucas insisted as he kept going through old photos, “I love you the amount you deserve to be loved. That just happens to be a lot!”

Something about hearing that was just too nice. It felt too right and too easy. Matthew was confused that another man could actually love him just like that. Without any convincing, bribery, or tricks. It made him feel like this could last forever. Still, he worried this bubble surely had to pop sometime soon. 

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“This one?” He waited, until after about 20 seconds there was still no response, “Matthew, you have to look! …Unless you’re on a call or you’re busy. I’ll leave you alone…” 

“No,” He looked up from his laptop, blinking, lifting up a pair of glasses he wore since he intended on staring at his screen all night, “It’s fine. I’m only a little busy. Let me see.” 

“I mean it’s not much—“ 

“Good, because I can’t have you turning me on right now baby.” He flashed him a smirk.

“I meant it’s not much different! ” Lucas rolled his eyes because he knew Matthew knew that. He was trying on suits he had picked out for him to wear to work. This wasn’t a super sexy situation. Or at least it wasn’t supposed to be one. 

Matthew shook his head, “It is. It is. This one is better than the last one, don’t you think?” 

“Hm,” Lucas pulled and tugged at the sleeves, examining the jacket. “I guess so. I don’t know if either of these styles are really me .” 

“Didn’t I buy some tighter-fitting ones? Are the sizes wrong?” 

“I think they are fine… I’ll try more…” 

Matthew nodded and went back to his work. 

Watching him, Lucas hesitated leaving to change into another outfit to show off and judge. The laptop light lit up Matthew’s face and shined on the edge of his glasses. He creeped closer to him. It was getting so late and he was still working. Matthew had ate the dinner he made, but said he had important deadlines to meet so they couldn’t do anything else. 

Even though he didn’t know if it was fair to ask this now of all times, he was too curious all of a sudden to resist anymore, “Are you going to be in BQ again?” 

“What?” He questioned, finding Lucas bringing up a business magazine random at best, “Why?” 

“I was just wondering…” Lucas leaned toward him, moments away from reaching out to touch his face. “You have other years, and you looked so good, so I just wanted to know if you’ll be photographed again.” 

Matthew turned and grabbed Lucas’ hovering hand. 

“Enough,” He raised his eyebrows, and sighed, “I have to finish my work. Stop trying to seduce me, baby.” 

“I—“ 

“You have like a million photos of me on your phone right now, don’t you? Isn’t that enough?” He laughed. He was well aware Lucas was sneaking pictures of him when he thought he wasn't paying attention. “I probably shouldn’t let you have all of those but whatever…” 

“…Could I take posed pictures of you? Not today, but I don’t know, like on a weekend or a day off?” 

Matthew looked away suddenly. “Really…?” He was embarrassed by the suggestion. It was way too lovey-dovey and sweet. “Yeah, I guess so. If you really want to.” 

“I do!” Lucas wrapped his other hand around theirs. “Okay, I’ll go get changed!” He bent down and kissed Matthew’s hand. “Sorry for being all needy!” 

As Lucas ran up the stairs, Matthew smacked his head down on his laptop thinking that this guy was much too much for him to handle. 

His boyfriend wanting attention and his affection was hardly something to apologize for.

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“This one?” He waited, until after about 20 seconds there was still no response, “Matthew, you have to look! …Unless you’re on a call or you’re busy. I’ll leave you alone…” 

“No,” He looked up from his laptop, blinking, lifting up a pair of glasses he wore since he intended on staring at his screen all night, “It’s fine. I’m only a little busy. Let me see.” 

“I mean it’s not much—“ 

“Good, because I can’t have you turning me on right now baby.” He flashed him a smirk.

“I meant it’s not much different! ” Lucas rolled his eyes because he knew Matthew knew that. He was trying on suits he had picked out for him to wear to work. This wasn’t a super sexy situation. Or at least it wasn’t supposed to be one. 

Matthew shook his head, “It is. It is. This one is better than the last one, don’t you think?” 

“Hm,” Lucas pulled and tugged at the sleeves, examining the jacket. “I guess so. I don’t know if either of these styles are really me .” 

“Didn’t I buy some tighter-fitting ones? Are the sizes wrong?” 

“I think they are fine… I’ll try more…” 

Matthew nodded and went back to his work. 

Watching him, Lucas hesitated leaving to change into another outfit to show off and judge. The laptop light lit up Matthew’s face and shined on the edge of his glasses. He creeped closer to him. It was getting so late and he was still working. Matthew had ate the dinner he made, but said he had important deadlines to meet so they couldn’t do anything else. 

Even though he didn’t know if it was fair to ask this now of all times, he was too curious all of a sudden to resist anymore, “Are you going to be in BQ again?” 

“What?” He questioned, finding Lucas bringing up a business magazine random at best, “Why?” 

“I was just wondering…” Lucas leaned toward him, moments away from reaching out to touch his face. “You have other years, and you looked so good, so I just wanted to know if you’ll be photographed again.” 

Matthew turned and grabbed Lucas’ hovering hand. 

“Enough,” He raised his eyebrows, and sighed, “I have to finish my work. Stop trying to seduce me, baby.” 

“I—“ 

“You have like a million photos of me on your phone right now, don’t you? Isn’t that enough?” He laughed. He was well aware Lucas was sneaking pictures of him when he thought he wasn't paying attention. “I probably shouldn’t let you have all of those but whatever…” 

“…Could I take posed pictures of you? Not today, but I don’t know, like on a weekend or a day off?” 

Matthew looked away suddenly. “Really…?” He was embarrassed by the suggestion. It was way too lovey-dovey and sweet. “Yeah, I guess so. If you really want to.” 

“I do!” Lucas wrapped his other hand around theirs. “Okay, I’ll go get changed!” He bent down and kissed Matthew’s hand. “Sorry for being all needy!” 

As Lucas ran up the stairs, Matthew smacked his head down on his laptop thinking that this guy was much too much for him to handle. 

His boyfriend wanting attention and his affection was hardly something to apologize for.