The sky was cold and empty, mirroring the way Jake felt. He wasn’t sure why he had let Matthew touch him, but he had, and the kiss had been inevitable. They were outside, not very visible but not entirely hidden either, the air chilling sharply as the horizon swallowed the sun.
Their warms fingers and hands, Jake supposed, were one good thing. Matthew was kissing him again, and Jake had to feign his interest; the taller boy’s lips were thin, chapped, and forceful. Still, how long had it been? Quite a while. It wasn’t that hard for the taller boy to elicit a response out of Jake with his hand between his legs, cupping and squeezing. The following spark of pleasure that knifed briefly up through him moved his fingers to tug open several of the older boy’s shirt buttons as they fumbled roughly against each other, still kissing.
It wasn’t until he felt foreign fingers on his cock, the boy’s hand half down his trousers, did Jake realise just how far it had gone. He couldn’t stop now. He’d be sneered at, called a prude. The thought was quickly chased from his mind as rough fingertips grazed the head of his cock, and his hips jumped to attention by their own will. Matthew dropped to his knees, and Jake wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
He didn’t even know much about the boy. His name, his house, and the corresponding football team he was on. They had lost to Jake’s team that afternoon, and somewhere in the back of his mind he smirked at how fitting this was. Matthew tilted his head up, and even though Jake knew what was coming (never having done this before – but like the boy on his knees needed to know that) he wasn’t prepared when a tongue slid along the underside of his cock and lips covered the head. He gasped sharply, head tipping back and his eyes on the sky before they closed and Matthew took his cock in as far he could.
It wouldn’t take long for this to finish, pleasure washing up over Jake in waves as Matthew worked him over, expertly Jake could have said, but then he had nothing to measure it up against. But the more noises Jake made, however soft and muffled, the more Matthew flicked his tongue and hollowed his cheeks. Then his nails grazed Jake’s balls and he was done, jerking forward and coming into the boy’s warm mouth with the heel of his hand pressed hard against his own.
The air stilled around them, the chill creeping back in and finding Jake’s bare skin, making him shiver. He reached for his trousers and realised with the way Matthew was looking up at him, climbing back to his feet and obviously hard, Jake was going to have to reciprocate. Matthew pressed against him, threading his fingers into Jake’s hair to push it back and kiss him again, but Jake turned his head slightly, the other boy’s lips catching the corner of his as he reached for the flies of Matthew’s trousers and pressed his fingers to the bulge he found there. The kiss was forgotten, the older boy moaning automatically, and Jake quickly undid his trousers and pushed them unceremoniously down.
He had no idea what he was doing.
Matthew took his spot leaning against the wall, and Jake lowered himself to his knees, exposing the other boy and taking him in his hand. Matthew arched his hips impatiently. Jake closed his eyes and slid his mouth over him.
He didn’t like it. The feel of it, and taste of it, the way the other boy raked his fingers over his scalp – Jake almost balked and pulled away, though to do that would mean he’d have to explain. He sucked a little, trying to open his mouth wider to ease the tension, working his tongue against the underside, and then trailing it slowly along the vein he found there. Matthew tightened his hold on Jake’s hair and swore above him, letting out a soft cry at Jake’s unintentional hum. Jake did it again, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the way the cock felt too heavy on his tongue and how uncomfortable the cold grass was on his knees, even through his trousers. He mirrored what Matthew had done to him, and finally settled on sucking on the head of his cock, flicking his tongue against it once before Matthew came hard with a cry he didn’t bother to muffle.
Again unprepared, Jake struggled with his release, spitting it out into the stiff grass and wiping it off his lips. Matthew slid down the wall, sinking into a crouch. Jake wiped his fingers discreetly in the grass as well, and met Matthew half way in a hard kiss, hoping it would rid his mouth of the taste.
“I have an arseload of Latin,” Jake muttered a minute later. Matthew stood quickly and tugged up his trousers, fixing himself back up neatly. The sky was purpling, and it was decidedly chilly.
“Sure,” the other boy replied easily. “Let me know if you…” he trailed off, but Jake knew.
“Yeah,” he answered. And they parted just like that. Jake turned and walked backwards toward the lit walks, watching the older boy disappear in the opposite direction. He tuned and hurried quickly back to his house, his mind uneasy. Not like he could do anything about it. He was getting used to it.