Just Like This-Brian/Matt
Title:Just Like This
Author:ninjafrog30(aka ME!)
Fandom:A7X
Rating:NC-17(Just to be safe!)
Pairing:Brian/Matt
Warnings:Slash-So man on man action! (OH HELL YEAH!!!!)
Disclamer:Not Real. Never Happened. Dont Own. So Dont Sue.
Authors Notes:My first fic with some ACTUAL action! Im so nervous!! I hope you all like it!!! :)!
He rocked his hips forward, his hands gently resting on either side of Brians tan hips, the steady rythm of his thrusting sending spasims of pleasure throughout the smaller mans body.
He watched the way his dick slipped in and out of the guitarists body, and how Brians back bowed and arched depending on which way Matt struck his prostate.
Brians head was hanging low, between his shaking arms, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open in a slient moan.
His sweat drenched hair, stuck to his forhead, the black spikes no longer spikes. Just matted, wet hair.
His hands were balled into tight fists, tangling in the dirty sheets, as if clinging for dear life, afraid to let go.
He didnt want this moment to end.
Hoping it would last forever.
He loved the way Matt felt.
Inside of him, holding his hips tightly against his own.
Rough, but also gentle in the perfect way.
The singers dick had pushed through every tightening muscle in his body, every part of him that tried to reject the intrusion, and now it was all he wanted to feel.
It was comforting to him.
It made him feel safe.
It was the only feeling that made him realize how beautiful life really was.
How much he loved living. How much he loved feeling. How much he loved life.
It was always in these moments, the moments when his tan body started to shake, and the steady roll in Matts hips began to get jerky, it was in those perticular moments that Brian realized how much of life he took for granted.
How much of life he just shrugged off.
How much life didnt really matter to him.
That was, until Matthew saved him.
Helped him realize how much he needed to cherish moments like this because they were fleeting.
And he did.
Oh fuck yeah, did he cherish them.
Especially, when, at that very last second, the last moment when he feels that familiar warmth begin to uncoil itself deep in his belly, that last moment when he can feel Matts grip on his waist become exruciating, for sure leaving marks, that very last second when Matt releases himself deep inisde Brian, a loud, low growl ripping from his throat as his milky white seed coats the inner walls of Brians shaking and spent body. Those are the moments when Matt tells Brian he loves him.
And after, when Matt slowly pulls himself out of Brian and falls on the mattress, panting loudly, laying next to the guitarist, both of them feeling sleep begining to wash over them, thats when Matt wraps his large, muscular arms protectively around the smaller mans waist, pulling him close against his body.
Close enough to feel the others heartbeat slowly returning back to normal, and his breathing become steady again.
Thats when Brian nuzzles his face in the crook of Matts neck, his light breathing tickling the singers skin, like the soft touch of a feather.
And thats when Matt smiles genuinely, sated and very happy, before placing a gentle, pure, chaste kiss to the top of his loves dark, sleeping head.
This is where they both decide that, should the world end suddenly just right there, right then, neither man would give a fuck as long as the other was laying content and happy by his side.
Sleepy and spent.
Just like this.
~FIN~