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Kismet	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Die Hard Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the movie Die Hard and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

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In response he leaned down and gave a single suck to the tip of Matt’s erection. When he pulled away, he said in a gentle tone. “Not yet.” There was a moan in protest but the younger man remained silent after the frustrated sound was issued. They knew each other very well. He knew that Matt had realized he wasn’t going to budge. It was true that the other man was relaxed but he was still too tense for his liking. When all he could feel was eagerness, that is when they would proceed. Not before then. By the time he was convinced that Matt was ready, the younger man was clawing forcefully at the sheets.
Pulling away gently, he squeezed some more lubricant in his palm. He didn’t bother trying to heat it up. All he did was reach down to smear it over his turgid erection. The second his hand touched he hissed heavily. As he was hoping the new cold helped to dampen his eagerness. Unfortunately he could tell it wasn’t nearly enough. He kept his fingers crossed that he wouldn’t come too soon. When he was sure that his skin was slick enough he threw the bottle to the bed carelessly. Sliding closer to Matt on his knees, he moaned heavily when the other man eagerly lifted his legs.
Reaching down he gripped a sweaty thigh before lining himself up to the contracting entrance. He had barely started to push inward when he had to tip his head back with a strangled groan. For Matt’s part he released a noise that sounded almost inhuman. If he hadn’t been sure that they were ready before there would be no questioning it now. Both of them fairly hummed with tension. Gritting his teeth against the blissful pressure, he pushed forward slowly until the guardian muscle allowed him admittance. As soon as the tip of his erection was inside he stopped.
The muscle surrounding him was tight, gripping him almost painfully. He sought out the dark brown eyes only to see they were closed. With a voice rough with strain, he tried to check on the younger man. “Matt?” It was enough to get his lover to open his eyes slightly. The cloudy look was back. “I’m okay. Just don’t…don’t stop.” He could hear the desperation in the words. Leaning down a little, he placed a reassuring kiss on the corner of Matt’s mouth. Now that he knew everything was alright, he started to press further inward.
The progress was slow. Although the younger man didn’t tense up as he moved, he still paused to give both of them time to adjust. When he had managed to go as far as he could, he leaned over the other man bodily as he tried to pull in some air. His breath panted from his lips and his form was coated in a sheen of sweat. The muscles gripping his erection were tight. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Matt was a virgin. Maybe he was bigger than his lover’s last boyfriend or the other guys he’d been with. The thought made his ego inflate, made the small smugness he had come to the fore. It was only bolstered by the memory of Matt’s words, ‘He was a distraction’.
Suddenly wanting to award his new lover, he leaned down to give him a gentle loving kiss. Although he could tell that Matt was still out of it, the kiss was returned with the same affection. Pulling away some seconds later, he shifted on the bed. He leaned up on his forearms, his stomach resting lightly on the younger man’s erection and he kept his hips pressed heavily between Matt’s spread thighs. When he was sure his position was solid, he started to press forward in a rocking motion. The muscle gripping him so tightly squeezed down.
He clenched his jaw at the sensation, reminding himself to go slowly. They weren’t just having sex, they were making love. If Matt didn’t know that then he had failed somewhere. There would be time for frenzied encounters later. Another rock inward had the thighs at his hips tightening. “John.” It was said on a groan, the tone thoroughly helpless. The issuance made him smile. Leaning down, he glanced a kiss over the sweaty lax mouth. There was no reaction from his distracted lover. He didn’t mind.
This rhythm was maintained for some time. On occasion he would throw in a roll of his hips just for the sake of variety. It was also a good idea to keep Matt on his toes. The last thing he wanted was for any of their encounters to be predictable. All the while his erection throbbed angrily. He could feel the precome leaking from the tip, could feel the way the other man’s muscles tried to ring his come out of the column of flesh. Still, he didn’t give in. Not yet. It was only Matt starting to bodily jerk under his form that had them progressing to actual thrusts.
The first pull outward was its own agony as much as the push inward was the same thing. When their hips reconnected Matt fairly shrieked. For a moment he thought they had reached the end but it wasn’t enough for his lover to finish. There was a distressed sob when he didn’t. Still, he couldn’t feel bad about it. The timing wasn’t right. He fell into their new rhythm easily, enjoying the slick slide of their coupling. When he could tell Matt needed more he increased his speed. All the while he stayed deep. He wanted the other man to feel him down to his core, to feel himself spread open too wide, to know that he was uncovering all of his secrets, to know that he could be trusted with them.
Between their stomachs he could feel the drip of hot fluid and the resulting smearing from their slight undulation. It told him that Matt was ready, had been ready. He wanted to give in, to let his lover reach the peak of his pleasure. Despite this he held back. They weren’t there yet, it wasn’t time. He would know when it was. As they moved he could feel the sweat gathering on his skin. Long ago he’d lost his breath. It prevented him from kissing the younger man the way he’d like but he still brushed openmouthed kisses on Matt’s flushed face. For now it was enough.
The speed picked up again. Now he was practically slamming into the other man’s body, the erection crushed between them leaking continuously. He felt two hands digging into his back. They started at his shoulder blades and made their way down. When they stopped at his backside they started all over again. It was an uncontrolled scrabbling touch. Under his body Matt writhed like he was a live wire, unable or unwilling at this point to lie even remotely still. A sound built up in the young man’s throat. It slid out lowly only to increase in volume and pitch as the seconds ticked past. He couldn’t describe the vocalization except to say that it sounded tortured. They had reached Matt’s breaking point. What he had been waiting for had arrived. It was time.
Letting his weight drop down just a little further, he picked up his speed another notch. He made his thrusts forceful; made sure he rubbed heavily against the other man’s jerking erection. The muscles under his hands started to tighten. Under his own heaving breath, he could hear Matt becoming quiet. On the slim neck the veins started to show and the youthful face grew more flushed by the second. In a voice rough with his exertion, he prompted his lover to let go. “What are you waiting for Matty? I know you want it, so take it.” There was a gasp of breath then a release of air only for the other man to start breathing once more with difficulty.
He grinned slightly, ignoring the bead of sweat that rolled over his left eye. “That’s it baby. Come on, let go. Let me see you.” With that Matt’s feature’s scrunched up and his head flew back into the pillow. All of the tension reached a pinnacle until the younger man was taunt as a bow string. He watched Matt’s jaw fall open in a silent scream that quickly morphed into a wail that hurt his ears. There was a gush of hot liquid between them before his lover’s body lost some of its tension. The muscles surrounding him loosened only to contract hard.
It nearly killed him but he kept thrusting. He wanted to draw out Matt’s orgasm as long as possible. Although his body protested he ignored it, he’d already held off this long, a little longer wouldn’t hurt anything. When the other man eventually fell back to the bed in a heap, his muscles still twitched almost violently. His dark eyes were closed, the dark messy hair on his head clung wetly to his skin and there was a line of salvia dripping down the left side of his face. It took away his remaining breath. The other man was gorgeous.
Needing to be closer, he leaned down to rub against his nose and to place a kiss in the sweaty hair. When the wail managed to die down, a sobbing took its place. He could feel hands scrabbling over his body again, this time along his arms. They were seeking an anchor and a sign that Matt couldn’t take anymore. It was enough for his body to seize control. All rhythm he still possessed was lost. With a hard grunt, he thrust forward on instinct alone. The muscles contracting around his erection became his point of focus. Secondary were the smells in the air, the sensation of Matt’s sweaty body snug to his own and the taste of his lover on his tongue. All of it was more than enough.
Giving one last hard thrust, he tipped his head down and bellowed into a bony shoulder. His whole body seized up hard, his muscles burning from the delicious strain. As soon as they had any freedom at all, his hips pushed forward again rapidly letting the slowly tapering contractions ring his erection of its offering. Finally after what felt like a blissful lifetime, he slumped down bonelessly. It was only feeling hands sliding down his back that reminded him that the other man was probably being crushed. “Mm…sorry, I’ll..” He shifted to move. The hands immediately tightened on his back. “No, it’s fine. Stay.”
There was a vulnerability there that he didn’t like. Forcing his weary body to move, he shifted upright until he could see Matt’s eyes. For the most part everything looked fine but he could see what he was trying to hide. It was well hidden, just below the surface, the sadness. His first response was to panic but his instincts kept him calm. Somehow he knew this wasn’t about them. Lifting his left hand slightly, he slid it over a still hot cheek. “What’s wrong?” At first the other man just shook his head. He gave him a look that said that wasn’t acceptable.
It only took another few seconds for Matt to sigh with exasperation. “Nothing’s wrong, really. It’s just that Keith always moved away after.” Seemingly embarrassed his lover looked down quickly. “I know you’re not him. I know that. I just…well. Never mind, it’s stupid.” He understood what was happening now and he could see the need there clearly. Shifting on the bed, he gently pulled away. Although Matt was still looking down, he could clearly see the despondency. Throwing himself to the side, he barely settled before reaching out to pull the other man close.
The movement had Matt looking up at him in surprise. “It’s not stupid.” Not giving his lover a chance to respond he leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, he made sure their eyes met. “If you need something, you tell me.” He was given a nod, Matt settling against his chest. They lay there in silence for some time just cooling off and enjoying this new closeness they’d just cemented. One of his hands was resting on the younger man’s hip; the right hand was lightly buried in the dark hair. For reason it refused to remain idle, determined to play with the sweat soaked longish strands.
When he spoke next he didn’t know why, all he knew was that the words needed to be said. “I’ll do my best to protect you, no matter what. You know that right?” He wasn’t just talking about terrorists or world ending events. Somehow he knew that Matt would understand what he couldn’t find the words to voice. “I know.” There was a slight pause. “Because you’re that guy.” The words were impish. He could practically see the grin on the other man’s face. With a playful frown, he lifted his left hand to deliver a light smack to his lover’s tempting backside. “I’m being serious.” There was a shift on the bed, a soft kiss under his jaw. “I know. I’ll do the same. You know that, right?”
He looked down with a light smile. “Yeah, I know.” They shared a glance that held more meaning then they could ever hope to say. It made him a little nervous but far happier than he’d been in a long time. By some sort of silent mutual understanding, they settled back into the bed to get some rest. As he lay there he couldn’t help thinking over what Matt had said. No one had offered to protect him since he was a little boy. Although it felt strange hearing it, at the same time he accepted the words with ease. He didn’t have to wonder why that was. When he’d said, ‘I know’ he hadn’t been lying. Even before the kid had said he’d protect him, he’d already known that he would.
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