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There were worse places to sleep than the loft. Florian had gotten used to it quickly, certainly helped by the hospitality of the family he was working for. He'd made a bed for himself in the corner, a small amalgamation of blankets of various sizes and colours that was far cozier than it looked, and the size of the area allowed him plenty of room to live normally without disturbing the hay stored up there or the animals down below. His days had fallen into a comfortable routine, one of hard labour during the day and deep, dreamless sleep during the night. It gave him something to distract himself, something to do with his hands, some way to give himself purpose.
The pay wasn't bad, either, but that wasn't even the best part.
After long days, ones where his bones ached and his muscles felt stretched, the rancher would dismiss him to the barn early to rest. At first, he was the one who brought Florian dinner on those days, but before long, his son began volunteering to do it himself — and Florian always looked forward to his visits.
To put it quite simply, Matthias, the rancher's son, was... well, he was rather attractive, in Florian's humble opinion. He was tall — taller than his father, taller than Florian, taller than anyone Florian had ever laid eyes on — with long, slender legs and a slim, somewhat wiry build. His brown hair was short, cut choppily, the same colour as his single sunken, tired eye, and his skin was a pallid shade, almost sickly-looking. His left eye was gone, the socket long since covered by fresh skin, and the left side of his face and neck were covered in rough, patchy scars that disappeared beneath his dark clothes, all of which lent itself well to the fascinating, unique sort of charm the man had. As a person, he was distant, almost uncaring, but despite his seeming apathy towards anything and everything, Florian always appreciated his company. Matthias was blunt, sure, but with that bluntness came an honesty Florian rarely saw from anyone, and though he rarely smiled, his gentle nature was clear in how he treated the animals around the ranch and how he interacted with Florian on those few occasions that their paths did cross. He had an odd air about him, one that had Florian only wanting to get to know him better.
Though, as to be expected from someone like Matthias, who kept to himself most days, opportunities for that were rare. So Florian savoured those nights when they met in the loft, when Matthias passed him his plate and his drink, sometimes even sat with him as they ate, as the best way to bond with his employer's son.
Tonight, Matthias had snuck him an extra gift: a flask of his father's whiskey, which they passed between themselves over their dinner, talking between brief sips about the workday and the weather and their plans for the week. The drink burned on the way down, loosened their tongues, had Matthias filling the silence more than usual, and even long after dinner was done, he stuck around, inching ever-closer to Florian as he shifted his position. The single lantern flickered between them, lighting up the loft with warm, familiar orange, and in its glow, Matthias' gaunt face looked softer, gentler, even livelier. Like this, their plates discarded and the flask hopping between them, tossed delicately or passed over with a soft brush of their fingers, there was a rare sense of domesticity that had settled around the loft, and looking upon Matthias' tired eye and relaxed posture, Florian felt almost like he was looking upon a longtime lover, someone he'd fallen for long ago and sworn to spend a lifetime with.
Florian noticed how Matthias glanced at the lantern, his look wary. An eye that was once so flat now held an uneasiness that had Florian's own stomach churning slightly, and after a few moments of silence, a meaningless sentence trailing off between them, he asked, "Everythin' alright?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm okay." Matthias looked away from the lantern and back down at the flask in his hand. "I'm worried about the lantern, that's all."
"What's up with the lantern?" Florian glanced at it apprehensively.
"It's nothing," Matthias tried to reassure him, voice going quieter. He was silent for a long while, before finally, he murmured, "Have you ever seen a barn fire before?"
Florian blinked, thrown off by the question. "Once, a long time ago. Why?"
"What was it like?"
Suddenly nervous about this line of questioning, Florian chewed on his lower lip, delaying his response as long as he could. He held out his hand, and Matthias passed him the flask to take a long sip from. He waited to respond, Matthias' expectant gaze still trained on him as he gathered his thoughts.
Truthfully, the memory wasn't one Florian was particularly interested in dredging up. It had been an accident, truly — at least, the way it grew out of hand was. He was still a drifter then, working for a month or two at each place before he moved on, lighting small fires when he got bored to pass the time. There wasn't much to the story; he'd been staying at a farm across the country, and was left without work for a long while. One of his little pet fires had spread quickly, and before he knew it, the barn was up in flames, a beautiful, horrible beacon in the starry night. He'd fled before anyone could find him, disappearing into the night with nothing but his matches and clothes.
That wasn't the story he told. It wasn't the story he wanted Matthias to know, not in the low, tender light of the lantern, when the whiskey had something warm under his skin, when Matthias was so close, his gaze so curious.
"Bright," he finally said. "I don't remember much of it. I was still pretty young. I just know it was an accident."
Matthias nodded and looked back to the lantern. "And that's all you remember?"
No. "Yes."
"I see." Matthias held out his hand, silently requesting the flask, and Florian passed it over. There was a long, contemplative moment where Matthias took a swig of whiskey before he spoke again. "I was in one, once."
Florian watched him take another sip in silence. He was about to ask for clarification when Matthias continued to speak, his voice distant as he stared into the lantern's flame. "It was right here, years ago. I'd snuck out to visit the animals, and my lantern..."
He curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and setting the flask on the wood beside him. "I'd set it down, and I accidentally kicked it over and broke it. I couldn't get out in time, and... and..."
Florian reached out a hand towards him, unsure of how to comfort Matthias. Matthias closed that distance and leaned into his touch, and warmth spread from that small point of contact beneath Florian's glove, making his heart leap and face heat up.
"Pa found me in the wreckage," he murmured. "I'd been buried under the collapsing wood. I felt awful, but Pa told me he was just happy I was alive. 'A barn can be rebuilt, but a son can't be replaced.' That's what he told me."
"He was right," Florian responded without thinking. Matthias glanced at him, puzzled. "I mean, look around. You're still here, and the barn's back up and working. It was the best possible outcome, I think."
Absentmindedly, Matthias lifted his hand to his face, fingertips tracing the scars that cut through his cheek. "I suppose you're right. It still caused a lot of trouble, though. Took a while for the barn to be rebuilt, and Pa... I think it changed him. He became a lot more protective after that. Truthfully, before I started bringing you dinner, I hadn't been out to the barn without his supervision in years."
"I'm glad he let you come," Florian admitted. "It's nice gettin' some alone time with ya'. And if anything happens, you can count on me to protect you."
Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Florian could've sworn he saw Matthias' bloodless skin flush a slight shade of pink at that. "Would you now?"
Florian let his arm slip around Matthias' narrow shoulders, tugging him closer. "Always."
After a moment of hesitation, Matthias leaned into Florian's warmth, eyelashes fluttering slightly, and Florian could taste the whiskey on his breath as he sighed. Their proximity was unlike any they'd had before; Matthias always kept his distance when he delivered Florian's meals, even when their relationship had developed into something more friendly. But now he was taking to it as if he'd never felt another person beside him before, accepting Florian's touch without a second thought. It felt tender, almost domestic — and when Matthias closed the distance further to kiss him, it felt like they'd done this a thousand times.
Had Florian been a little more sober, he may not have entertained this as much. As much as he wanted Matthias, had dreamed about him, fantasised about him, kept himself company during late, lonely nights with thoughts of him, he wasn't stupid — he knew damn well the risks of involving himself with his employer's son. But his arm still wandered, slipped lower to hold Matthias' waist, as he let the kiss carry him away. It was Matthias who first deepened the kiss, but Florian was the one to fully indulge it, tongue plunging into Matthias' mouth as if attempting to lap up every bitter droplet that lingered there. He pulled Matthias over to straddle his lap, hands finding his hips with a brief, tight squeeze that had Matthias gasping and clinging to his shoulders.
They separated, and after a brief moment to catch his breath, Matthias ran his fingers through his hair, looking dazed.
"Everythin' alright?"
"I'm fine," Matthias breathed. "I... I've never kissed someone like that before."
Excitement and nerves shot through Florian in equal measure. "Never?"
"Never."
"How was it?" He gazed expectantly up at Matthias, silently pleading for praise.
"It was nice." Matthias rested his forehead against Florian's and breathed a long, shuddering sigh. "I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind."
Florian let out a nervous, jittery laugh, hardly believing his ears. Still, he accepted and met Matthias' lips again, deepening it immediately and stealing his breath away. Matthias draped his arms around his neck before his fingers tangled in Florian's hair, fisting themselves in blond curls, as they kissed breathlessly by the gentle light of the lantern that had worried him so much.
Florian broke the kiss to nose along Matthias' neck, kissing at his jaw and throat to test the waters. He was rewarded with a soft whine from above him, music to his ears, as his lips traced over the skin of Matthias' neck, over the edges of smooth, discoloured scars, nudging beneath the collar of his dark shirt. His hands wandered from Matthias' hips to his back, appreciating the slight arch, and in a sudden, bold move, one fell to Matthias' ass and squeezed, making him jump slightly.
"Are we...?" Matthias' voice was tinged with eagerness, making Florian's heart leap. He so rarely heard any sort of emotion from him — this was a refreshing change of pace.
"If ya' wanna. You seem pretty excited, though." Florian guided Matthias to roll his hips against his own, groaning low in his throat at the way Matthias' hardness pressed against his. "Might wanna take care of that before you head back up to the house."
"Please," Matthias breathed.
Florian smirked up at him and withdrew his hands from his body to slip out of his gloves. Matthias watched with bated breath, his lone dark eye tracking the movement of Florian's hands with an intensity Florian had never seen from him before. When the gloves were discarded, tossed aside for the night, he took hold of one of Florian's now-bare hands to examine it. In response to a brief squeeze, Florian splayed out his fingers, allowing Matthias to admire each mark and scar that marred his tanned skin, all signs of a life of hard work.
"What's the matter?"
Matthias stroked a thumb over Florian's palm, making his fingers twitch slightly. "Nothing. Your hands..."
"Yeah?"
He shook his head and released Florian's hand. "Never mind. They're just... nice, is all."
Florian grinned and filed away the halfhearted compliment for later. Matthias shifted his hips, resting his own hands behind the nape of Florian's neck and getting comfortable.
"I haven't—"
"I figured," Florian interrupted. "Don't worry, Matty, I'll be gentle. I'll make it nice and special for ya'." At least, as special as losing your virginity in the loft of your father's barn can be.
Matthias' blush darkened and he looked away — though whether that was at the assumption, the nickname, or the promise, Florian couldn't tell. He swiped up the flask, took one last sip, and placed it to the side again, then adjusted how he was sitting so that he could take hold of Matthias' hips again, thumbs slipping beneath his waistband briefly before going for his belt. Matthias moved and adjusted his hips as much as he could to let the strip of leather slip from around his waist to be discarded with Florian's gloves, loosening his pants slightly. The sigh of relief he let out didn't go unnoticed.
Florian laid three fingers against Matthias' lips, requesting entry. Matthias furrowed his brow, puzzled, and Florian cleared his throat before speaking: "'M not going in dry."
There was a moment where the meaning sunk in before he realised what Florian meant and flushed a darker shade of red. "D... don't you have anything to use?"
"Nothin'." Matthias sighed, but opened his mouth and allowed Florian's fingers to enter. As he began to suck, Florian smiled, barely believing his eyes. He continued to appreciatively stroke Matthias' hip with his other hand, slipping beneath his waistband to touch his skin properly, and Matthias' breath hitched slightly at the contact. He was cold, despite the warmth of the loft around them and Florian's body against him, though that was hardly an issue; Florian had always run a little hot, so he took it as a sign they'd fit perfectly together. His callused palm slid over Matthias' skin, and he could tell the burns that marred his face stretched down the entire left side of his body, if the odd texture of his hip was anything to go by. Briefly, Florian wondered what the hell had happened in that fire before reminding himself there were more important matters at hand and tugging Matthias' pants down ever-so-slightly.
Deeming his fingers sufficiently slick, Florian withdrew his fingers from Matthias' mouth, taking note of the protesting groan he received in response. With his dry hand, he yanked down Matthias' pants further, freeing not only his ass, but his cock as well, hard and eager from all the earlier attention. Florian almost wanted to poke fun at how excited Matthias already was, but he was hardly one to complain — he was halfway to pulling his own dick out early, with how much it was straining against his clothes.
He refrained and slipped his hands around to Matthias' ass, where he prodded one slick finger at his hole and received a shudder in response. "Let me know if it hurts," he muttered before slipping the digit inside. Matthias inhaled sharply through gritted teeth but made no other indication of discomfort.
"How does it feel?" Florian asked as he began to thrust his finger in and out, getting Matthias used to the intrusion first and foremost.
"Weird," came the blunt reply. Florian laughed.
"Yep, that's how it is. Just be patient, 'kay? It'll start feeling good soon enough."
Matthias nodded. "Alright. I trust you."
Something swelled in Florian's chest. Something warm. Matthias trusted him. Tonight really had to be a dream: not only did he get to share dinner with the man of his fantasies, he was getting to know him better than anyone ever had, and he got confirmation of said man's complete trust in him. It all just felt too good to be true.
But it was true. It had to be. Not even his most vivid dreams could imagine how Matthias squirmed on his lap, hole tightening around him as he slid a second finger into him. One hand trailed back up to Matthias' back, stroking it through the thin black fabric, as he whispered against his neck: "Relax. It'll hurt more if you don't. Just lemme take care of you."
He moved his fingers in gentle scissoring motions, stretching Matthias' rim. Even with the light fog at the edge of his brain, he made sure to be extra careful, knowing Matthias was new to this. Matthias leaned forward and rested his head on Florian's shoulder, groaning softly. Every sound was music to Florian's ears, sweet and sensual, breaths coming in puffing gasps against his neck. He curiously explored Matthias' hole; he made sure to prioritise preparing him, but he couldn't help but search for that one little spot. He wanted to make this feel incredible, wanted to make Matthias see stars, wanted to hear him when he couldn't hold back anymore—
"Oh—!"
Bingo.
Matthias jerked back, his eye wide and searching Florian's face. "What was that?"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Florian grinned sweetly up at him. Matthias' face was completely coloured by a deep blush, and he shook weakly when Florian pressed that spot again, biting back a weak moan.
"Y-yeah," he breathed.
Grin still pasted on his face, Florian continued to work Matthias open, gradually stretching him while giving occasional quick, delicate presses to his prostate. He learned quickly that Matthias was rather quiet, each moan practically a whisper, but in the silence of the loft, it filled Florian's ears and made him glow with pride and need. At some point, a third finger wormed inside, making Matthias tense up and drop his head back to Florian's shoulder.
"Your fingers," came a soft groan against Florian's neck.
"What about 'em?"
Matthias shuddered, hole clenching momentarily, and gave a soft moan. "They— they feel good," he whispered. "They're so... haah—"
"Mm-hm?" Florian smirked and prodded at Matthias' prostate again. "Maybe you'd like to come on 'em. Could I get'cha to do that? Come just from my fingers? Maybe I could fit more in, get you screamin' just with my—"
"No," Matthias gasped. "No, I— I want you, please—" He ground down on where Florian's cock still strained against his overalls, making Florian grit his teeth. "Please, Flori—"
"You beg real pretty," Florian muttered against his ear, making Matthias shudder and moan. "I'd love to fuck you, just wait..."
"Can't. I-I can't wait. You've prepared me enough, I can take you."
The determination in Matthias' voice was enough to have heat coursing through Florian's veins, breath stuttering. "Yeah. Yeah, you can." He withdrew his fingers from Matthias' hole, making him lift his head curiously. Florian had already removed his jacket, so with a weary eye, Matthias watched as he fumbled with his belt, keenly interested in how he cleverly undid the buckle and slid it from around his waist. As he undid his overalls and shimmied them down, he caught sight of an odd hunger in Matthias' expression, one that Florian was sure he mirrored. He needed this man — and soon.
Matthias' breath hitched when Florian finally withdrew his dick. Florian chuckled. "Like what'cha see?"
"Will it fit?"
Florian blinked, taken aback by the question. He was aware he was large — not overwhelming by any means, but perhaps a challenge for someone who'd never taken a dick. In an attempt to soothe Matthias' worries, he murmured, "It will, don't worry. It'll feel real good, hit all the right spots. You trust me, right?"
"I do." Matthias took a long, deep breath. "You know I do."
A smile spread on Florian's lips and he reached up to pull Matthias down into a kiss. As their tongues danced, he took hold of Matthias' hips and guided him to lift himself and position his hole above the head of Florian's cock. It all still hardly felt real; Florian was sure he'd dreamt of this exact scenario, but his fantasies hardly compared to the cold skin beneath his callused palms, the lips against his, the tight, wonderful heat that enveloped him as Matthias sunk down, sighing into his mouth. When Matthias was fully seated, they separated, and he took a moment to breathe, adjusting to the length inside him.
"Everythin' alright? Nothin' hurts?"
"It's big," Matthias admitted flatly. Florian laughed.
"Take your time, Matty. We're not in any rush." He adjusted his hands on Matthias' hips, half-petting him, and Matthias shuddered at the feeling.
"Wouldn't Pa be worried if—"
Florian laid a hand over Matthias' lips, making him stop cold. "He can wait."
Frustration flashed across Matthias' remaining eye, but he didn't protest. There were a few long moments of silence, punctuated only by their soft, deep breaths, during which Florian's hand returned to Matthias' hip. Matthias took a long breath, then laid his hands on his shoulders. He gripped as tightly as he could, crooked fingers clinging to Florian's skin through the fabric, then slowly, steadily, began to rise. Florian watched with bated breath as that warmth disappeared, only to swiftly return when Matthias dropped back into his lap with a sharp gasp.
"There ya' go, just like that. It'll feel good soon, I promise."
"Already feels good," Matthias mumbled as he rose again. Florian helped guide him, gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Matthias' legs trembled slightly as he began to bounce. He fell into a steady rhythm, rising and dropping on Florian's lap, fucking himself easily on him. This was a dream come true, and Florian allowed himself to revel in the sight, appreciating the beauty before him.
Matthias' hair bobbed lightly with his movements, arms shaking where they clung to Florian's shirt in a death grip. His eye had fallen shut and his lips had fallen open, allowing soft, sweet moans to escape him into the silence of the loft, and in the warm orange light the lantern cast across his face, perspiration shimmered on his brow at the exertion. Every sound was intoxicating, just as much so as his heat around Florian's cock. He didn't seem to require as much assistance as he had at first, so Florian elected to run his hands up and down his sides, back, and thighs, squeezing at points and feeling him up over his clothes, and Matthias shivered, appreciating their strength and texture.
Matthias rolled his hips, adjusted, and bounced again, a sharp cry filling the loft when he finally found his prostate again. His movements quickened after that, as if he was frantically chasing that high, to the point Florian could hardly keep up, too caught up in how gorgeous he was, the pleasant feeling of his heat clinging to his shaft, how he tightened around him and shook in his lap. They lost themselves easily in each other, both barreling swiftly towards the edge, and as Florian kissed and nipped at Matthias' throat, spurring him onward with purred praises and encouragement, he relished their position. This was what he wanted, what he'd dreamed of, what he'd been yearning for...
"Gettin' close, Matty?" he goaded. One hand wrapped around Matthias' shaft and began to stroke, and Matthias shuddered and groaned. Not long now. Florian felt almost sad this encounter wasn't lasting longer, but the excitement at the idea of Matthias coming in his lap, speared on his cock and moaning in his ear, was too heavenly to pass up.
Matthias tensed and tightened around him as he came, dirtying their shirts. His grip on Florian's shoulders grew crushing, bucking weakly into the hand still stroking him, and it was his long, drawn out groan of Florian's name that had Florian reaching his own peak. Matthias' eye widened, his usually dull expression turning to one of surprise and ecstasy as he felt Florian shoot into him, coating his insides in sticky, comfortable warmth, and he shuddered, overwhelmed, before he gave out and collapsed bonelessly against Florian.
The loft went quiet save for their heaving breaths. They both remained there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, and when a sweet, comfortable sense of satisfaction settled into Florian's bones and worn muscles, a maddened thought crossed his mind that he could get used to this. Delicately, he stroked Matthias' back and earned himself a soft, content sigh where Matthias' face was buried in his neck.
"How're you doin'?" he finally asked.
Matthias was silent for a long while, before he finally muttered, "Good."
"How was it? Your first time?"
"...Good. You made it special, alright." His laugh sounded hollow and breathy, and it made Florian's heart constrict slightly. "I'm glad it was with you."
Florian's breath hitched. He took advantage of the opening and asked, "Would ya' wanna do this again sometime?"
"I'd love to." Matthias answered as if he wasn't thinking. "I..."
He went quiet. "You...?" Florian prodded hesitantly.
"Never mind. Let's meet again sometime."
Florian laughed. "I'll be here."