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Tom was having a rather nice evening all to himself. In typical fashion he had been stowed away in his room for most of the day, only leaving to get snacks and drinks. The reason being that he was working on some music and didn’t want his distracting roommates to fuck up his flow he had going.
Humming methodically and plucking at the strings of his loved-on bass. He was probably due for a new one..but the emotional attachment to this one was too strong. He was struggling on a fairly difficult riff, his fingers sore from playing the same tune over and over again.
His eyebrows furrowed, plucking at the strings a little slower to catch the tune. Finally he got it and decided to try it at the normal speed. A Minor, C, D Major…and…
His door swung open suddenly, the man nearly dropping Susan out of pure shock. His head whipped up, quickly closing the notebook where he had all his music written out, much too embarrassed to let anyone ever see something like that. The intruder was none other than the second most annoying friend he had. Matt.
The ginger seemed apologetic at first, having interrupted his playing, but the smile returned to his face just as quickly as it left. But this wasn’t an ordinary smile..no, this was the smile Matt showcased when he wanted something.
"Sorry Tom! I didn’t mean to interrupt..but well—I had a question..!"
Tom stared irritably, looking back down to his base and sighing. He had lost the little tune, so he just put the instrument down and gave Matt his attention. Well, most of it anyway. "What."
Matt’s smile grew a bit, biting his bottom lip nervously. "Would you come with me? I wanted to go get a drink from Starbucks..none of the other guys will come with me!" He pouted, stepping further into Tom’s room.
Jesus, was he serious? He really interrupted him just to ask to go get a goddamn drink? And Tom knew exactly what this meant—he’d have to drive. Matt didn’t like driving for whatever reason. The brit groaned out loud, immediately Matt started begging and negotiating.
"Pleaseeee Tom? I’m so thirsty—and I haven’t had anything to eat yet, either!" He complained.
"Matt, if you’re so damn thirsty, drink some fuckin’ water. That place is such a waste of money," He rolled his eyes.
The ginger was getting desperate, he had been craving this all day and he wasn’t about to let his lazy roommates get in the way. "I’ll fill up your tank—and buy you something!" He offered cheekily, immediately noticing how it grabbed Tom’s attention.
The shorter man thought momentarily. A full tank wasn’t a bad deal—plus one of those sugary drinks that he had to admit, were pretty good. But he’d have to listen to Matt’s chattering the whole way. Ehhh….whatever. At least he could say he went outside for the day.
"…Fine," He replied, standing up from his bed after moving Susan from his lap. Looking down at what he had on—sweats and a hoodie. Good enough. He pulled on his beaters and grabbed his keys, brushing past the taller man who was following very happily behind.
He rubbed a rough hand through his hair, walking through the mostly silent house to get to the door with Matt trailing behind him. He spotted Tord on the couch, asleep. Typical. Rolling his eyes, he resisted the urge to do some shit to him while he slept, instead heading outside. It was pleasantly warm, the sun setting in the distant sky. It wasn’t so bad.
Unlocking his car, he got into the driver seat and settled in, queuing up a few songs on Spotify while he waited for the ginger to buckle up too. "Starbucks?" He double-checked, and when Matt nodded, he started pulling out. Avoiding Tord’s dogshit parking.
The car ride was mostly silent aside from Tom’s music, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The windows were rolled down, wind flying into the car and blowing both of their hair back messily. Tom seemed to care less than Matt. It took like—ten minute to get to Starbucks, and the line was long as shit.
He groaned softly at the sight, glancing over at Matt with a knowing look. Only to see the man smiling nervously right back at him. "You better fill up the tank," Was all he said, and the taller man nodded vigorously.
"Thank you for coming, Tom! Really. I don’t like coming alone." As he said this, he reached across the console and took Tom’s hand with a gentle squeeze. The brit flushed a little, chuckling nervously. "…Not a big deal,"
He tugged his hand away when they pulled up to the menu. Matt got some outrageous fucking drink, he was barely able to say that shit. Tom orders a tall white, (ironic) and a cake pop. Matt had got a little more talkative now, going on and on about his latest modeling gig. Thomas was just nodding and nodding, but he didn’t mind all that much—in fact it was kind of nice to listen.
They got their food and as promised, Matt paid. The cake pop was good, he had to admit, albeit overpriced. Not like he paid. The brit parked the car to eat the snack, getting comfortable within his seat and scrolling on his phone.
He felt eyes on him. He looked over to see those sparkling blue eyes on him, lifting an eyebrow. "…What is it?"
"Um-well…I really need your help with something!" He spit it out, an embarrassed flush evident on his cheeks that made Tom wonder what the hell could he be about to ask.
"…and what it is?" He questioned suspiciously, tossing the starbucks bag out the window because he didn’t give a shit and didn’t want trash in his car. Waiting patiently for his friend to spit it out.
"I want you to teach me how to kiss!" He eventually said, looking away in dramatic and utter shame.
Tom’s eyes widened, and his own cheeks felt a little hot. "What? W-why would you come to me for that?" He asked incredulously. And another thing—Matt was very well endowed in the looks department. How did he not know how to fucking kiss?
Matt chuckled sheepishly. "Um..Tord told me you were a good kisser. Do you remember that time on New Years when you got drunk and then—"
Tom cut him off, groaning. "Yes. I don’t need a reminder. I don’t understand. You go on dates all the time—don’t you know how to?"
Matt shook his head, looking depressed as shit while he continued. "I went on a date the other day..this girl—we were kissing and she straight-up told me I was bad at it!" He whined.
Tom cringed. "Yikes…what were you doing?"
"What I normally do..I don’t know! I’ve gotten this complaint before. I think my teeth give me a problem.." He murmured, pointing to his particularly sharp canines. Right…vampiric teeth.
Tom bit the inside of his cheek. "I d’know, Matt. It’s kind of weird. We’re friends, y’know?" He mumbled awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Please! Tom, I can’t be known for being a terrible kisser! It won’t be weird because we are friends. That’s all! It’s just a little help! Please?" He whined.
And whined and whined and whined.
Tom grunted, hands clenching on the steering wheel before throwing his head back against the headrest. "Fine! Alright, fine. Stop bitching." His face was sour. He was still entirely unsure about this. But…whatever.
"We are going to Music Central after this to get me some new picks. On you," He tacked on, watching the man nod desperately. Damn, how bad could it be?
"Alright, um.." Tom began awkwardly, leaning over the middle console a bit. "Come closer—yeah, like that."
He wasn’t really a teacher, but he’d do the best he could. "So..you don’t wanna be stiff, y’know? Yet and put your hands on the person, just to relax things." And with that, he cupped the ginger’s sharp jawline and brought him closer. "Start out slow…" He mumbled as he leaned in to connect their lips.
Matt’s lips were soft, tasted like bubblegum chapstick. Typical. He felt an awkward hand fumble at his shoulder that made him kind of chuckle. The kiss began gentle, just a closed mouth peck. Thomas opened his mouth a bit and tilted his head, grunting when Matt decided to tilt his head the same way and they bumped noses.
Tom pulled back, giving the ginger a look. "…You’d want to tilt your head the opposite way, so that doesn’t happen."
Matt looked embarrassed. "Right, sorry….Should we move to the back? My neck hurts from leaning over."
Tom contemplated. "I guess.." Matt was pretty tall, so whatever. They both got into the backseat where it was more spacious. Tom watched Matt scoot closer again and this time he initiated, pressing their lips together a little harshly.
"Easy-" Tom mumbled against his lips, hand pressed to Matt’s chest. The ginger kind of whined, but relented and softened his pressure. When Tom opened his mouth into the kiss again, he was pleasantly surprised when the taller man turned his head the opposite way this time. Successfully slotting their mouths together a little deeper. Now, Tom could understand why girls got upset. Immediately he felt those fangs.
It wasn’t horrible, though. Not really. Regardless, he moved a hand to the back of Matt’s neck and gently pulled his hair to get him to lighten up on the intensity. It did the opposite. The brit felt a hand on his waist now, and another riding up his thigh. Not…horrible.
A few more minutes of this has the pair kind of worked up. Matt was leaning forward—so damn eager and ready to make it deeper. Tom was forced into a slightly uncomfortable arch by his the taller man was leaning up on him. But he wasn’t..not enjoying it. Unfortunately.
Matt had picked up on it, a quick learner. And now he was trying to lick into the brit’s mouth, their tongues tangling together. Tom’s arms wound around Matt’s shoulder, feeling his go tight around his waist. They were close now, full on making out.
Was this still part of the lesson? He guessed so. Maybe he’d wait for Matt to pull away. But he didn’t—and neither did Tom. He didn’t know how long they’d been kissing for until he felt a frisky hand slip up the back of his shirt.
He gasped, pulling away with wide eyes. Matt backed off, eyes wide too. "Oh! Shit. Sorry, did I misread.? Was that not okay..?"
Tom stared, panting softly from his long they’d been connected. So Matt…just thought they were kissing just now? For fun? "No..uh, no. It was fine."
Shit. Why’d he say that? This was supposed to be a damn lesson. Not a fuckin’ hookup. But he still didn’t say anything when the ginger leaned back in and locked their lips again excitedly, hand pushing Tom’s shirt up his chest.
This was not good. The shorter man could feel heat prickling in his stomach at the feeling of Matt’s nimble hand feeling over his chest while they made out. He leaned back a little more, leaning against the car door while Matt continued advancing over him. He was glad his windows had a fucking tint.
He could feel a knee between his legs. He pushed his hips forward a bit and found that he was correct; Matt had moved his leg so that his knee was now pressed firmly between Tom’s thighs. And well, he took that as an invitation. Why not? They’d already done all this shit. His hips twitched, and he slowly lifted and pushed them against Matt’s thigh until he was rolling them into the pressure at a steady rhythm.
He panted hotly into the kiss, almost finding himself not able to keep up with his quick Matt was keeping the kiss, as well as the building pleasure from between his legs. He pulled away for a moment, head knocking back against the window while he caught his breath. Matt wasted no time and hurriedly moved down to his neck, pressing hasty kisses along his skin that made Tom tense and fist his hand in his shirt.
"You—ah, you’re a fast learner," Tom exhaled shakily, hips still rutting discreetly to the man’s knee.
Matt laughed a little, seemingly more focused on sucking a hickey into his neck. He felt a slight prick from those teeth, and he inhaled sharply. He was sure the full force of those fangs would hurt like a bitch….it piqued his interest, honestly.
The brit cleared his throat when he was sure that Matt had sucked quite a few hickies into his neck, gently tugging his hair to make him pull away. Tom was mildly flustered, and the ginger’s face was also a pretty red shade. It made his freckles stand out.
"Are..are we gonna fuck?" He asked eventually, watching Matt pause before nod rapidly. He was not working on removing his shirt, revealing his lean and rather attractive body. Tom stared unabashedly. "You know how to do this, right?" He asked with a teasing grin.
As soon as Matt wrestled the shirt off he glared. "Shut up," He whispered, now fumbling with his pants. Tom laughed, kicking off his sweatpants and shimmying out of the boxers. He figured they’d have to make this quick before it started getting suspicious how long they were gone.
The position was a bit awkward as they figured it out. Matt was rather tall and Tom was much shorter. The brit spread his legs for Matt to get between them, hissing when he felt the poke of his cock at his hole. "Just—get it wet by-yeah." The ginger was one step ahead of him, grinding his length between Tom’s lips to pick up some of his arousal. It was hot. Matt was a hunched over him, hands pressed to the car door behind him.
Eventually he was good to go and Tom helped out, biting his bottom lip when the ginger slowly fed into him. Matt was pretty long, and this position gave no mercy. The taller had to almost fold Thomas, his legs over those freckled shoulders so he could actually get between them comfortably and move his hips properly. And move them he did.
"Hah, fuck. Matt, we might need t-to make this quick,"
The ginger didn’t say much, nodding curly as he eagerly rocked his freckled hips forward and back. There wasn’t enough room for him to pull all the way back, so it resulted in short, hard bucks forward. And it had Tom reeling. The car filled with shared grunts and groans, rocking on its wheels slightly. The windows were fogged up, Matt’s hands leaving messy handprints across the glass.
It went on for a while, Tom hurrying Matt along. "Matt—we need t—shit, yeah, fuck, right there," He moaned as a hand began rubbing between his legs in surprisingly, the exact spot he needed.
The thrusts got fast and uneven, both men starting to get louder. "God, Tom..you feel so..so fucking good.." Matt panted against his ear.
Tom wasn’t used to hearing Matt curse like that, and it had him finishing in seconds. His hips jerked and twitched upwards, head falling back and hitting the glass hard. Ouch. "I’m close—Tom," Matt moaned, hips stuttering into his cunt until he came. It appeared the ginger panicked a little and tried to pull out and finish, but all it did was make a mess.
The two stared between their legs at the mess that got over the car seat. Ew. It was quickly cleaned up by a concerned Matt and they were on the way back after a call from Edd.
Tom couldn’t keep his gaze off Matt, watching him shift nervously in his seat and spare glances at him. It was kind of cute. The pair made it back home, Tom deciding to head off to his room after he made a little nighttime cocktail.
The ginger met him in the kitchen sneakily, coming up behind him and tapping his shoulder shyly. Tom looked behind him, staring for a moment before returning his gaze to the liquor. "What do you need, now?" His voice wasn’t annoyed, more like a tease.
Matt cleared his throat, his breath tickling the brit’s throat as he leaned down near his ear. "Could you help me practice more? In the shower?" He asked quietly, a nimble hand tugging at Tom’s shirt.
The brit was still, debating the pros and cons of this decision in his mind. He eventually landed on ‘fuck it.’
"Shit, yeah. Head on up, I’ll meet you there,” He replied hurriedly and was met with a bold pinch on the ass. He turned in shock, watching the ginger hurry off with a giggle. Tom might’ve turned him into a kinky son of a bitch. Oh well.