They stood in the cramped living room, Christmas lights from a neighbor's window casting a faint glow across Mateo's face. Julian stepped closer, drawn in despite himself, and Mateo didn't back away. Their breath mingled, sharp with cinnamon and rum.
"This wasn't part of the deal," Julian muttered, voice rough, giving Mateo an out.
Mateo's hazel eyes darkened, searching Julian's face. "I know." Then he closed the gap, lips pressing to Julian's in a kiss that started tentative but turned hungry fast. Julian groaned, hands fisting in Mateo's sweater, pulling him closer. Mateo's fingers slid into Julian's hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back, deepening the kiss with a heat that made Julian's knees weak.
They stumbled to the couch, shedding layers as they went, sweaters, shirts, belts clinking to the floor. Mateo's chest was broad, dusted with dark hair, muscles shifting under olive skin as he hovered over Julian. Julian's leaner frame arched beneath him, pale in the dim light, scars from an old bike accident faint across one hip. Mateo's gaze raked over him, raw and wanting, and Julian shivered under the weight of it.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Mateo breathed, voice thick, before dipping down to kiss along Julian's jaw, teeth grazing his neck. Julian gasped, hips jerking up as Mateo sucked a mark into the skin just below his ear, hot and wet.
Julian's hands roamed, mapping the hard planes of Mateo's back, nails digging in when Mateo bit lightly at his collarbone. "Shit... do that again," Julian rasped, and Mateo obliged, nipping harder, tongue soothing the sting. Their bodies pressed tight, cocks straining through thin boxers, grinding slow and desperate against each other. Julian's breath hitched, a low moan spilling out as Mateo rolled his hips with purpose, friction building a maddening heat.
Mateo pulled back just enough to tug Julian's boxers down, freeing his big cock. Julian kicked the fabric off, watching with half-lidded eyes as Mateo shed his own, revealing a thicker shaft, heavy and veined, precum glistening. Mateo's hand wrapped around Julian, stroking slow and firm, thumb smearing the slick over the head. Julian jolted, a sharp "Fuck!" tearing from his throat.
"Like that?" Mateo murmured, lips brushing Julian's ear, breath hot enough to make him shudder.
"Don't stop," Julian panted, hands clutching at Mateo's shoulders. Mateo kept the pace torturous, dragging pleasure out until Julian was writhing, hips bucking into his grip. Then Mateo shifted lower, kissing down Julian's chest, tongue flicking over a nipple. Julian arched, a broken sound escaping as Mateo sucked hard, teeth scraping just enough to sting.
When Mateo moved further down, settling between Julian's thighs, Julian's breath caught. Mateo looked up, eyes asking, and Julian nodded, voice gone. Mateo licked a slow stripe up the underside of Julian's cock, tongue swirling over the slit, tasting salt and heat. Julian cried out, fingers twisting in the couch cushion. Mateo took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, lips stretched tight around him, spit slicking the way. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the room as Mateo bobbed, slow then faster, hand working the base.
"Mateo... gonna... fuck, slow down," Julian gasped, feeling the edge creep close. Mateo pulled off with a wet pop, grinning, lips swollen and shiny. He crawled back up, kissing Julian hard, letting him taste himself on his tongue.
They flipped, Julian straddling Mateo now, grinding down against his thick cock. Mateo groaned, hands gripping Julian's hips, guiding the rhythm. "Need you," Mateo muttered, voice wrecked, reaching for a drawer in the nearby side table. He pulled out lube, slicking his fingers, eyes never leaving Julian's.
Julian leaned forward, bracing on Mateo's chest, as a slick finger pressed against him, circling slow before slipping inside. He hissed at the stretch, body tensing then relaxing as Mateo worked him open, careful but firm. A second finger joined, scissoring, brushing that spot inside that made Julian quake, a ragged "Oh shit!" spilling out.
"Ready?" Mateo asked, voice low, fingers stilling.Julian nodded, breathless. "Yeah. Fuck me."
Mateo slicked himself, thick cock glistening, and guided Julian down slowly. The head breached, stretching wide, and Julian moaned long and broken, sinking inch by inch until he was seated fully, Mateo buried deep. They stilled, trembling, adjusting to the tight heat. Mateo's hands gripped Julian's waist, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin.
"Move when you want," Mateo rasped, voice tight with restraint.
Julian rolled his hips experimental at first, then harder, finding a rhythm that dragged over every sensitive spot. Mateo thrust up to meet him, shallow at first, then deeper, snapping hard. The couch creaked under them, their gasps and groans mingling, Julian's sharp "Fuck, right there!" and Mateo's guttural "So goddamn tight!"
Sweat slicked their skin, bodies sliding together. Mateo sat up, pulling Julian into a messy kiss, tongues clashing as they rocked harder. Julian's cock rubbed between them, leaking steadily, the friction pushing him close. "Gonna come... shit, I'm..." he warned, voice cracking.
Mateo slowed, grinding deep, prolonging it. "Not yet. Wanna feel you longer." His hands slid to Julian's ass, spreading him wider, controlling the pace until Julian was shaking, begging with incoherent whines.
Finally, Mateo sped up, pounding up into him, relentless. Julian came first, body seizing, cum streaking Mateo's chest in hot spurts as he wailed, "Fuck, Mateo!"
Mateo slammed deep, spilling inside at the same time with a raw groan, "Oh fucking hell!" pulse after pulse flooding Julian.
They collapsed, tangled and panting, Mateo still inside as they caught their breath. Foreheads pressed together, sweat cooling, neither moved to separate. The Christmas lights outside flickered, casting soft patterns over their skin.
Eventually, Julian shifted, wincing slightly as Mateo slipped out. They lay side by side, staring at the ceiling, reality creeping back in. "This… wasn't fake, was it?" Julian muttered, voice quiet, almost afraid of the answer.
Mateo turned his head, hazel eyes soft but serious. "Not for me. Hasn't been for a while."Julian swallowed, a small, real smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Me neither."
Outside, the city hummed, oblivious. Inside Mateo's small apartment, a lie had unraveled into truth, messy and complicated, but undeniably theirs. They didn't know what came next but for now, they stayed close, letting the new kind of warmth settle between them.