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Tom was stretched out across the worn in red couch that resided in their living room, blindly watching whatever was playing on the television. He wasn’t fully paying attention, mainly because earlier he had popped a few gummies. And not the normal kind either, the kind that get you fucked up. He was home alone and figured why not? Nothing else to do and when he was stoned, he always found a way to entertain himself. All his roommates were out for the weekend. Edd had gone off to visit some relatives—Matt had a modeling gig. He didn’t know where the fuck Tord went, didn’t really care either.
He could feel them slowly kicking in, his body feeling a little heavier. Typically, he’d just get wasted. However Edd had him on a strict set back, due to him over drinking some the past few weeks. Whatever, he could find other ways to have fun. And edibles were one of those ways.
The man stretched his arms above his head, pulling his disposable from his pocket and pulling it to his lips. Taking a deep puff and exhaling it, dazedly watching the smoke billow up above him and dissipate fairly quickly. Slowly letting his eyes drop back to the bright screen of the Tv. He could tell the high had kicked in when he started noticing how hazy the lighting of the screen shone through the dark room, and how slow and heavy his body felt. He loved it. What he didn’t love was the sound of the front door opening. He jumped up, looking over the couch with wide eyes and a sped up heart rate before his eyes landed on the intruder. He couldn’t fight, so he’d just be accepting his fate. Luckily, after spotting who the intruder was, he realized he wouldn’t need to fight. It was Matt.
"What the fuck are you doing here? You scared me." He complained in an obnoxiously loud tone, not having much a filter on the volume of his voice in his current state.
Matt lifted a curious and knowing eyebrow before smiling, hanging up his coat and dropping his bag by the door. Approaching the back of the couch where Tom had looked over. "They had to cancel the shooting, something happened with the director and we had to reschedule." He explained, eyes flickering down to the brit’s disposable in hand and back to his heavy lidded expression. "Are you high?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Tom snorted. "Duh. You know Edd won’t let me drink," He sighed heftily, laying back down on the couch and taking yet another hit off his pen. He didn’t look up but could hear Matt circling the couch and soon felt the ginger pushing his legs up so he could sit down on the couch with him, then letting them fall back over his lap. Tom didn’t say anything—it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Matt to do something like that. He was a physical touch kind of guy, like that with everyone occupying the house. Nobody minded. So naturally, Tom simply kept watching whatever was playing on the Tv, his breathing slow and heavy. He was so immersed in the damn colors and sounds, he barely took noticed off the way Matt had very slyly inched closer, Tom’s thighs resting on his lap now.
He could feel those piercing eyes staring right at him. He was subconsciously getting embarrassed and too in his own head, so he confronted the issue at hand.
Thomas looked to the ginger, furrowing his eyebrows into an expression of distant confusion. "What are you doing?" He asked, watching Matt shamelessly set a manicured hand down on his thigh. His now exposed thigh, he hadn’t noticed his sweat shorts rode up. When the fuck did that happen?
The ginger laughed, patting his hand along the shorter’s leg. "Are you playing dumb? I think you know," He drew his hand upwards a little, his fingers breaching where the fabric covered his leg and pressed on.
Tom did know. He wasn’t playing dumb on purpose, he just had to ask. "I do," He admitted with a slightly shaken voice, his cheeks beginning to heat up. Him and Matt hadn’t done something like this in a while. Mainly because Matt liked to take his time and that required privacy. The two of them didn’t have that with Edd and Tord in the house. He was pulled out of his thoughts when the ginger pushed his hand deeper, now rubbing at the fabric of his briefs. Right along his heat. Tom swallowed, the feeling warming him up. "Mmh," He didn’t protest as the other man spread his legs slightly, then slipped a his hand under the fabric of his briefs. This had the brit twitching, his body acting hyper sensitive under the influence of the edibles.
"You’re cute like this. Much more responsive than when you’re sober." The model complimented, two fingers pressing along his lips before quickly finding his clit and rubbing small circles into the sensitive spot. This motion had the brit panting within seconds, his stomach tensing up. Of course, compliments from the ginger were always appreciated, especially in this setting. They really got him going.
"Matt," He mumbled, now grinding his hips into the touch, much to Matt’s pleasure. He could feel the ginger’s fingers slipping lower every other stroke, just prodding and teasing at his entrance. It was frustrating him, but he didn’t say anything for fear of him stopping altogether. His face was hot, a deep shade of red contrasting against his dark skin.
The brit got so lost in the feeling that he also lost track of time, his heavy eyes opening when he felt Matt pull his hand out from down his pants. Noticing how soaking wet they were and trying not to let that embarrass him. "Wait—" The shorter immediately tried to coax Matt into touching him again.
Matt tutted. "I’m not done, you were getting awfully noisy so I’m just taking these off so I have more room, " He informed, pulling off the two articles of clothing that were in his way. Pulling Tom’s waist up onto his lap so he was at a slight angle, he now used one hand to rub at his clit and the other pressed two fingers into him.
The stimulation had the man dropping his head back, breathy pants leaving him. "Holy fuck," He mumbled, jaw dropped.
Matt was absolutely not intending to make this fast. That much was clear when he set a pace. The fucker was edging the poor bastard. The second Tom got a little nosier, Matt would slow his fingers and stop the rubbing, leaving Tom breathless and complaining weakly. Very weakly. He was at Matt’s mercy here. He knew what the ginger probably wanted. His suspicions were confirmed a few denied orgasms later.
"Tom.." The ginger sing-songed. "You know what I want you to do, baby." He purred in a sugary sweet voice. "Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you."
Tom groaned, lifting a hand to run through his hair. "Fuck—Matt, Come on," He pleaded, only to be met with the other pulling his fingers out. That whipped Tom right into shape. "Wait-wait, Okay."
He took a deep breath, swallowing down his pride. "Please, will you fuckin’ make me cum already—I need it so bad," He said quietly, closing his eyes out of embarrassment.
Despite the intense embarrassment, he got what he wanted. Immediately the ginger crooked his fingers to hit a certain angle that he had been intentionally missing. His fingers were pumping into the brit at a quicker pace now, matched with the teasing rubbing at his clit. The double stimulation was driving up yet another feeling that Tom was vaguely familiar with, and he was struggling to hold it back. "Fuck.." He heaved under his breath, his chest rising and falling quickly. "Matt—" He warned, moans spilling past his lips. "Shit, wait—You’re gonna make me-" He didn’t get the warning out before he came, simultaneously making a mess across the gingers lap and squirting. His hips twitched and rolled into the others fingers until he rode out his orgasm, panting loudly over the sounds of the television.
Matt was still rubbing at his insides gently until Tom pawed at his hand to get him to take it out, mumbled jumbled up pleads. Matt did, rubbing his hands along his jeans before gently massaging the man’s thigh. "Was that good?" He asked, just to really fuel his own ego. Of course he knew the damn answer without Tom needing to say anything.
The brit was still gathering his bearings, his stomach tense as he heaved. "Fuck, Uh, Yeah. It was good." He managed to scoff through his labored breaths. "Listen, um," He sat up slightly, Matt aiding him by slipping a gentle hand under his back and tugging him up. "You want to..sleep with me tonight?"
Thomas had a thing, he enjoyed sleeping with other people. Despite being a bitch a majority of the time, he enjoyed close contact. Especially when he was high off his ass.
Matt’s smile grew keener, and of course he nodded. "Sure thing," The ginger began to get up, before Tom grabbed at his wrist. "Wait,"
"You don’t want me to help?" He asked, his hand sliding to the erection pushing at his jeans.
Matt seemed surprised, before giving a slight nod. "Oh, well—If you’re up for it, sure," He nodded, his expression brightening when Tom nodded again.
Soon enough Tom was on the floor between his knees, pressing at the insides of his thighs to get him to push them apart father. He fumbled with his buttons for a moment before he pried them open and pulled the gingers hard dick out. Tom liked to suck dick. Especially Matt’s—he had a good looking one. Pale, reddened at the tip when he was hard.
The shorter leaned forward, drawing his tongue along the tip slowly. Picking up the bit of pre that beaded at the tip. His hand wrapping around the base and simultaneously pumping. He was going slow on purpose, drawing it out to make Matt feel as good as he did. He couldn’t do this with Tord. He always got impatient and ended up shoving his face down. Not Matt, he could tell that he liked watching. The way the gingers hand caressed the back of his head, learning him up and down with gentle suggestions.
Tom could feel saliva dripping down his chin, probably cum too but he didn’t care. So lost in the haze of sucking on this man’s dick, he hardly noticed how Matt was tugging lightly at his hair to pull him off. He finally did, lips parted as he panted softly, eyebrows draw together in confusion.
"Hah, you think you’d be up to..riding me?" The ginger suggested in a pleading tone, fingers combing through Tom’s hair as he waited for a response. Well, there was no way Tom could say no to such a nice request.
Wordlessly, he stood off his knees and got over Matt’s lap. Taking his dick and leading it to his entrance and sitting down on it without trouble. He had gotten a little wet while blowing his friend. Matt was moving Toms arms to wrap around his shoulders, then taking his waist and proceeded to grind his hips upwards in a way that had the two clinging to each other.
The pair was close as can be, sweat glistening skin rubbing up against each others. Tom’s face tilted back and Matt’s face tucked away in the crook of his neck. Tom was rolling his hips in a repetitive motion, his body straight up buzzing. He swore he was making a mess all over the man beneath him and probably in the couch but he didn’t care. And Matt didn’t seem to either, sucking and nipping along his neck while he gently fucked up into him.
Soon enough, both of their breathing patterns picked up and Matt’s grip on his side tightened. Digging his nails into the soft skin. "Ooh—fuck," Tom groaned, the harsher thrusts making him cum without warning and pretty quickly, feeling Matt force his hips downwards to take him all.
It wasn’t much longer before the ginger was groaning Tom’s name in a husky tone of voice, forcing the shorter to grind and roll his hips down onto his cock while he shot his cum up into him. Tom could only take it, his insides squeezing and constricting around the ginger’s dick.
Later on that night, the two were snuggled up all cozy like under the dim purple lighting of Matt’s room, wrapped up in his comforters. Tom had passed out pretty quickly after the swift shower, feeling thoroughly satisfied. Matt was soon after, spooning the shorter man close to his chest. He wasn’t usually all that happy about modeling gigs being cancelled, but this time wasn’t so bad.