HAY! Final chapter. That's pretty much all I have to say. Enjoy :)

I lay in bed, thinking about what happened downstairs. Fuck, what else was I supposed to do? He'd just took his shirt off in front of me. And that fucking look on his face. That look. If looks could make you come...

I wished he was here with me. I thought that perhaps we'd be closer now that we'd established our feelings, but it wasn't like that at all - it was almost in reverse. Although I hadn't seen him for a month before then, I could tell things had definitely changed... even though I was back, he seemed a little withdrawn, as if someone had taken that spark away.

I heard music coming from downstairs. Matt? I put some trousers on and crept downstairs, peeking round the banister. He was sitting, half covered by the duvet with his guitar on his lap, playing Grace - one of Jeff Buckley's songs. I came out from behind the banister and cleared my throat. He abruptly stopped playing and looked up. His eyes wondered from my face, to my chest, then finally stopped at a point that was either my lower abdomen or my crotch. Either way, it made me feel quite self conscious to say the least.

"Um... I'm sorry. I heard you playing and I thought I'd come downstairs and check if you were okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just can't sleep." He sighed, resting his elbow on his guitar and rubbing his eyes. I smiled at the sight and walked over to him.

"Mind if I sit?" He shook his head. I sat myself down on the bit of duvet that wasn't over his crossed legs and he un-looped his guitar and put it down, its neck resting on the sofa again. "You didn't have to stop."

His eyes flicked up to mine. "Stop what?"

"That." I stroked my index finger down the head of his guitar. A small smirk graced the corner of his lips as he watched, and I withdrew my hand and put it on my lap. "Sorry." I tried not to look at him as his eyes studied me. I'd never seen this side of him before, and I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not. I mean, it was sexy, but it made me feel a little exposed.

"Dom?" I looked up and saw that his eyes were on mine. "How long... how long has it been? Since you... felt like you do?"

"I-I... well," I stuttered. I was starting to wonder whether this was all a dream. "If I tell you, will you tell me?"

Suddenly, I felt his fingertips at my shoulder blade. They travelled up to my shoulder, across it to my neck, then to my jawbone, making my eyes close under the feeling of electricity passing through my body. "Yes."

I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingertips were lightly gracing my cheek and his eyes were lit up, as if candle flames were burning inside them. I put my hand on his. "Since the day I met you."

His lips parted. "Dom," he whispered. His other hand lightly traced from my shoulder to my back and the fingertips on my face moved to the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Me too."

He hesitated, then dipped down so that his face was inches away, and slowly, his lips connected with mine with a gentle, heavenly pressure. I pressed into him, moving my lips against his, revelling in that dizzy, amazing feeling inside the pit of my stomach, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue across my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth and pushed my tongue into his, sliding mine past it and into his mouth. He sighed, pulling me onto his lap and running his hands down my back as I pressed my lips to his with more force and ran my hand through his soft, tousled hair. Things started to get more heated as he moved his tongue faster against mine. His hands got to my lower back and he pulled me in, at the same time as pushing his hips up against mine.

"Dom," he moaned, throwing his head back and breathing hard. I thrust my hips down on him and kissed down his neck, moving up to his jawbone and moaning into his ear, begging for more. He growled and pushed me down next to him so that I was lying down on the sofa. Crawling on top of me, he started sucking on the dip above my collarbone, licking down my chest to my bellybutton, then back up to where he attached his lips to my neck. I groaned and took a fistful of his hair, guiding him back down my torso right to the top of my jeans. He looked up at me seductively, mouth slightly open, and started unbuttoning, palming me through the material. I groaned and raised my hips up towards his hand, and he pressed down on me in return with such force, my hips went back down a little as I let out a long, throaty moan. He growled huskily again and took his hand off, unzipping the fly and pulling my jeans down and off. His lips grazed my skin all the way up to my lips, where he pressed down, opened his mouth and moaned into mine. They then travelled across my jaw and to my ear. "Fuck me," he breathed. "Fuck me, Dom."

"I..." I really shouldn't be doing this. "Maybe," I panted, "...We shouldn't..." Maybe I'll just enjoy it a little longer and then-

"Oh..!" My eyes snapped open to meet his, which were staring lustfully down at me as he started grinding his hips against mine. "God, Matt," I moaned. I slid my hands up his back slowly then dragged my nails down it and moved my hips with his. His eyes slipped shut and his lips parted as I did so. As he sped up, I started to feel more lightheaded. "Please..." I panted. "Matt, stop." He whined but slowed to a stop, shooting me a questioning look. "I was going to come."

A smirk formed on his lips. "There's a better place for that." He got off of me and went to his coat, dipping his hand into one of the inside pockets and pulling out a condom and a couple of other things. He came back and straddled me again. "I take it you haven't done this before?" I shook my head. His smirk got sexier. "Perfect." He ripped open a sachet he had in his hand. "Hold out your hand." I did as I was told and he squeezed out the contents of the sachet onto my fingers. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Know what to do next?"

I didn't answer. Instead I pushed him backwards and pulled his boxers down with my free hand, kissing down his chest in the process, and proceeded to insert one of my fingers into him. He inhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered shut. I moved it inside him, stroking the top side where it would give him most pleasure and moved my lips down his stomach. I got down so low that I was breathing on his dick, and as I looked up at him, his eyebrows rose in surprise. My tongue slid out of my mouth and up his shaft in a slow, sweeping motion, and at the same time, I inserted a second finger. Gasping, his eyebrows furrowed and he tried not to move; he told me to carry on. I scissored him and continued until he seemed comfortable, then as I added a third finger, I pressed my tongue to his length again and covered all of it with spit, blowing on it gently and making him exhale unevenly.

After a while, he was moaning and arching his back into the three digits, and I had to bring myself to stop. A whimpered "no" escaped his lips, but we both knew he was going to enjoy the next part more, and with that in mind, I climbed on top of him and asked for the condom and the other sachet. I rolled the condom on and ripped the sachet open, squeezing the lube out onto my hand and wrapping it round myself. I spread it, moaning Matt's name until he grabbed hold of my shoulder and pulled me down into a soft kiss. "That's enough," he whispered against my lips. "You ready?"

"Mmm."

"Good," he murmured. "Now, be a good boy and come here."

"I thought I was supposed to be the older and more dominant one," I said, crawling up his body.

"Well, would you prefer it if you were?"

I positioned myself. "Would you like it if I dominated you?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked a slow, deliberate, seductive smirk. "Would you be up for it?"

I nipped the shell of his ear and whispered breathily "Is that a trick question?"

A shiver ran all the way down his body and I caught his lips with mine which he groaned into. I smirked into the kiss and readied myself. "Ready?" My fingertips glided from the tip of his length right down to the base.

He tossed his head back and his lips parted, letting out a lengthy moan. "Yeahhh..."

I entered him slowly, letting him relax into it. Once he'd become less tense, I pulled out a little then pushed back in. Things carried on that way, until Matt finally started to get into it. I moved faster, enjoying the tightness of the muscles around my dick and the way he would tense up every now and then, unintentionally causing me more pleasure and making me thrust myself deeper, craving more of it. Harder; faster; deeper; more.

"Fuck, Dom," he groaned. "Please... I..." he pleaded breathlessly. "I- I want..."

I slid my hands that were holding my weight further down the sofa so I was closer to him. I slowed my pace. "What? What do you want, Matt? Do you want," I guided one of my hands down his chest and to his length. "This?" I encircled it with my hand and gave it one quick pump. He moaned loudly and nodded. No more was needed to be said. I continued my hand movements and lost myself in the pleasure flooding through my body like melted chocolate as I thrust into him, the noises we were making filling the room. His hands trailed up my back and upon shifting himself slightly, his moaning abruptly stopped. His eyebrows sloped upwards and towards each other and his lips broke apart, not letting out as much as a breath.

"Matt?" I slowed to a stop, reluctant despite my spontaneously worried state.

A shudder graced his body and suddenly that held breath came out in a loud whimper. "Dom," he groaned at length. I just stared down at him. Had I done something wrong? "D-dom," he repeated shakily.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Relief swept through me. Then he whispered, "Do that again."

I shifted slightly. "Do what-" But my sentence was cut off by a very loud, sexy noise from an open mouthed Matt.

"That," he growled.

I breathed out and kissed his velvet lips, before proceeding to drive myself into him as deep as I could, receiving a feral gesture of thanks in return. His hands, which were on my shoulders, trailed down my back, his nails digging into my skin, making me arch my back in a shiver of pleasure and quicken my pace, getting closer and closer to my limit. He bucked his hips up into my hand which was still stroking him and begged me to go faster. So I did.

"God, I'm close," he panted, his fingers running gently down my spine leaving a trail of prickling electricity behind them. I was on cloud 9.

But I wasn't close yet. "Don't!" I exclaimed. "Don't- come- yet," I said as I pounded into him. "Oh, Jesus Christ..."

He whimpered. "Please, Dom." I let my eyes slip shut as I shook my head. "You make me feel so fucking-" His breath hitched and he gasped as I slammed into his prostate. "Good," he finished at length.

Now I was close. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, spreading across the whole of my body - that glorious warmth that wrapped around you when you were about to- "Fuck, Matt!"

Our guttural moans filled the room as I came harder than I had ever came in my life into his heat, Matt groaning as he was finally allowed to release himself messily onto his own stomach and mine. I rode out my orgasm, Matt's come slipping between us in a thin, sticky sheen, not caring how much mess was being made on the duvet Matt had borrowed, neither of us knowing what we would be doing on it later that night.

Blissfully and thoroughly spent, I let myself fall down onto his body. He manoeuvred himself so that I could lie next to him and we lay there staring at the ceiling letting our chests rise and fall rapidly until a stable amount of oxygen was back in our bodies. He sighed contentedly and turned to look at me. As soon as our eyes locked, I started sniggering.

"What?" he asked, a grin forming on his face. My laughter got louder and he ended up joining in. "What?" he repeated, now verging on hysterics.

My laughter died down and I said in disbelief, "Did we just fuck?"

He grinned and his gaze went back to the ceiling. He put his hands behind his head and sighed again. "Yes, Dom. We did."

I'm pretty pleased with that ending. I like ending on a happy note. Reviews would be greatly appreciated (since I have none *crocodile tears*) and any constructive criticism will be seriously taken into account.

Thanks so much for reading :)

MFR

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