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“If you were sent back in time, what would you do?” Matt asked Chris Martin.
Muse and Coldplay have only just arrived in Japan to prepare for a new music festival called Summer Sonic, and already the magazine journalists were busy interviewing all the bands that were participating in this. Since all the participating bands were staying in the same hotel and jet lag was affecting almost every band that had arrived here for the music festival, Matt invited Chris over to his room for a chat.
Matt honestly wanted to use this time and opportunity to go outside and walk around outside the hotel grounds. Or maybe if they had more time in Osaka the day after Fujikyu, they could visit a guitar shop to see what sort of guitars and effects were available. He remembered the first time when they came to Japan, he and Chris (Wolstenholme) went to a random guitar shop in Tokyo and found a couple of really good effectors that weren’t available in Europe or America for a good price.
Unfortunately, their touring schedule had been hellish. They don’t stay in one place for too long before they’re on the go again to reach the next venue to perform at. Add in that summer ushers in the festival season means that they have a tight schedule and very little time off. And as both of their bands will be performing for the next two days in Fujikyu and then Osaka, and with the aforementioned jet lag, they get very little sleep, not have much else to do, and have to leave by plane the day after the festival to different destinations.
Matt had just finished the last interview for the day, while Chris was waiting for his band’s turn and he would finally be free. He and Chris have promised to go downstairs to have a late night dinner while their respective bandmates either went to hang out with other musicians for drinks at the bar in the lobby or took some rest first.
But for now, they were spending what little free time that they have to talk. They had been talking about which of the ‘Back to the Future’ trilogy was the best (the original, duh) when Matt thought of what if they had the means to actually do time travel.
“I don’t really know what to do with that,” Chris answered. “I don’t want to go back and cause a huge divergence in space and time, so maybe I might go to a theatre to see a film from back then to pass the time.”
“Is that really all you were able to think up?” Matt asked, amused. “Come on, there must be something that would make travelling back in time worthwhile for you.”
“If I were sent back in time…” Chris thought about it for some time before he found an answer. “Okay, if I were sent back in time, I would do something that I really should’ve done now so my future self wouldn’t carry any regrets with him about what he should’ve done.”
“That’s quite vague, but it makes sense as well,” Matt said, pondering. “There are probably a lot of scenarios where we could’ve done better so that we wouldn’t live through the consequences of our mistakes.”
“Like maybe for you, don’t thrash your rental equipment and get banned from being allowed to use it?” Chris noted light-heartedly, remembering a magazine article that mentioned it.
“It was an accident!” Matt scoffed, grinning. “I didn’t even realise that it wasn’t our stuff until it was too late! I even said sorry and also paid for the damages afterwards.”
Before they could continue their conversation, the landline phone rang up. After Chris picked up the phone and listened for a few seconds, he replied with an ‘okay’ and hung up.
“That was Jonny, I should leave soon,” Chris said as he got up from his seat. He’d informed his friend and bandmate of where he was going off to before he left their shared room. “The last interview is coming up. I hope it’ll be a good one,” he sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been here before. The journalists in Japan aren’t as annoying as the ones back home,” Matt assured him. “They’ve done their homework and would ask some really good questions that make you think about how to answer them. But if you’re not really feeling up for it…”
“My mood feels far better than yesterday, so I think I can manage it and come back here,” Chris chuckled. “Oh, by the way, can I borrow a keycard so I can come back later without having to knock?”
“Sure,” Matt nodded. "You can take it. It’s on the desk."
With that, Chris bid a ‘see you later’ and took his leave, taking the extra keycard on the desk. With Chris gone, Matt wondered what he should do now. He’d been enjoying spending time with Chris so much that time had passed by quite quickly. His bandmates had already gone to do other activities, so he wasn’t sure where they were and if he could catch up with them at all. It would be an hour before Chris will come back and they can have a late-night drink.
Just as Matt was deciding whether to take a nap or watch some random Japanese TV channel to pass the time, he heard a knock from the door.
“Hey Matt, it’s me Chris. Can I come inside? I’ve left something behind in your room.”
Huh, that’s odd. He could’ve sworn that Chris had left earlier to do an interview with one of the Japanese magazines. If he had left something behind here, he could’ve just come back after the interview to retrieve his stuff. But if it was really important enough for Chris to come back here so soon…
“Sure, come on in,” Matt called out. “You have my keycard, right?”
“Yeah, I thought I did, but then it turns out it was my own keycard,” Chris answered. “Can you let me in, please?”
Without thinking, Matt went towards the door and opened it. Upon letting Chris enter, however, Matt could see that this wasn’t the same Chris that had left earlier on.
The man standing in front of him looked and sounded very much like Chris. However, this version of Chris Martin looked more mature. He had let his beard grow, and his hair grew so long that the curls were showing prominently. He was wearing better quality clothes that fit better to his body.
“You’re not the Chris that left my room just a while ago,” Matt noted, already suspicious.
“No, I’m not,” Chris admitted honestly. “Can you tell me what year I am in?”
“The year 2000?” Matt answered, somewhat confused by that question.
“Oh, so I’m six years back in the past then.”
When Matt heard that, he was in disbelief. There was no way that this was Chris Martin from the future. It shouldn’t be possible.
And they had just talked about time travelling before Chris left for the interview. If this was some sort of joke that Chris was playing with him, then it was a joke that Matt didn’t find funny at all.
“How are you even from the future? And why should I even believe you?” Matt inquired, keeping a few steps away from Chris and making sure that his back was facing the door so that he could have a quick getaway in case this was a trap.
“Oh, I ended up here thanks to a time machine,” Chris replied nonchalantly. “Here, I’ll show you.”
Chris pulled something out of his pocket and held up the item that he claimed to be a time machine. It looked like a gadget that was meant to be worn as an oversized bracelet, and it was haphazardly put together with random hardware and tech and wrapped together in duct tape and wiring. Hell, Matt was pretty sure that there’s a Blackberry phone attached to the front as the screen and keyboard, and the only reason he could recognise it despite the unfamiliar make and model was because it still had the brand name visible on its casing.
“It was made by this scientist friend of mine back from my uni days. He proved that it worked when he had his future self travel back ten minutes into the past to greet me and his past self.”
To say that Matt was incredulous of what he saw and heard was a severe understatement. If some mad scientist was able to create a functional and wearable time machine in real life made out of random everyday electronic goods, then he would never take science fiction seriously ever again. None of the whole spiel about the amount of energy and power needed to rip a hole through the space-time continuum or how the machine would be like a box or a form of vehicle to safely travel through time.
Because fiction required even fantasy to make sense, but reality didn’t need that.
“I wanted to test it out myself to see if it worked and he let me borrow it. And… well, it clearly worked since I’m here,” Chris said, chuckling.
“You’re pulling my leg. There’s no way you’re from the future,” Matt finally said it out loud, still suspicious. “You must be an imposter wearing a convincing disguise to claim to me that you’re Chris from the future.”
“Matt, it really is me and I am from the future of 2006. Do you think that my hair would grow out this quickly?” Chris asked, pointing to his massive curl of blond hair.
“It could be a wig,” Matt retorted.
“Good point,” Chris conceded after a beat of silence. “Okay, let me show you something that’s only available in the future to prove that I’m telling the truth.”
Chris patted his pockets before he took out a slim, white object that looked like a sleek mobile phone, but it lacked the analog buttons and it certainly didn’t look like a flip phone.
“You’re showing me a mobile phone?” Matt deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.
“This isn’t a phone, Matt. This is an iPod made by Apple,” Chris declared. “The future of how music has become more portable than ever!”
“So it stores and plays mp3 songs,” Matt said, clearly unimpressed. “We already have that.”
“Oh, but it’s not just some portable audio player, it’s a fifth generation iPod,” Chris gestured his free hand at the iPod. “The first generation won’t be released until next year from now.”
“What’s so special about it?” Matt asked, skeptical.
“It has 60GB of storage, the highest available in the market when I bought it last October. It stores thousands of songs and even allows the album art to be added. Your favourite songs aren’t just title names and time durations anymore.”
“What?” Now Matt was interested. A music player of that size with that much storage in it just 6 years in the future? One that could store thousands of songs in it? He had to check it out. “No way. Let me see.”
The older Chris pulled away from Matt and held the iPod up high.
“Hey, come on! Let me have a look!” Matt said, trying his best to snatch it from the older Chris’ hands.
“I can’t give it to you,” Chris said apologetically, keeping it away from the blue-haired younger man. “It has songs made in the future that you aren’t allowed to listen to or it’ll spoil you in finding out what even your band has released.”
Matt stood back as he glared and pouted at future Chris. As much as he was annoyed by this and really wanted to listen to said songs from the future, it also made sense why the future Chris was doing this to prevent any changes to the course of history.
“If you can’t even show me that piece of technology and what it has in it, then what even was the point of showing it to me?” he asked, upset.
“Matt, trust me,” Chris said, looking sorry. “I really am from the future and I’m twenty-nine years old. I’m just looking out for you.”
“Then tell me something from the future. Something that proves it,” Matt said, crossing his arms and looking at Chris with a defiant face.
The older Chris thought about it for a moment before he found one and snapped his fingers.
“Remember Tanya Andrews, your girlfriend?” Chris asked.
Matt nodded.
“You claimed that you broke up with her in 2001, but in reality, you’ve already broken up with her this year, after you played at the Astoria in June.”
Matt dropped his jaw and uncrossed his arms, looking at the older Chris with wide eyes as he was nearly rendered speechless. He remembered that fateful day. What was supposed to be one of the high points of his life and career came suddenly crashing down hard on him when she said that she wanted to break up after the show.
“But that’s… I haven’t even told anyone else about it,” Matt uttered.
That was a lie, as the only other person who knew of the truth is Dom, who promised to keep it a secret until Matt was ready to move on and say so.
“Who told you and how did you know about this?” Matt demanded.
“Well, you did,” Chris admitted, looking at Matt with sympathy. “You only told me the truth about it a year from now.”
“Okay, so you’re really from the future then,” Matt said, finally believing that the Chris Martin standing right in front of him was indeed from the future. “But, what’s the reason why you ended up travelling back just six years to the past? You could’ve gone further back if you wanted to.”
“Well, you caught me there,” Chris said, putting his hands up. “I could’ve gone back further, but that would be dangerous in what I would affect. Even my scientist mate didn’t dare to push his luck to go back too far in time before he was even born. Plus, I don’t fancy the thought of meeting myself as a child, much less as a teenager. I would’ve changed my own future so much that Coldplay wouldn’t exist.”
That was understandable for Matt. He was reckless at times, as proven from time to time, but he wouldn’t dare to go as far as to ruin his own future if he’d messed up his past badly enough that his family didn’t move to Teignmouth and he wouldn’t be able to form a band with Dom and Chris (Wolstenholme).
“Honestly, coming back six years is already a risky move, but at least I still remember some of what I’ve been doing around this time,” the older Chris continued. “This time machine relies on being at the approximate location of where my past self was at, and I actually avoided my past self just when I arrived here and he went towards the elevator.”
“So why here? Why travel back to this time?” Matt asked out of curiosity. He now understood some of how time travelling worked with the device that the older Chris was holding, but it didn’t explain his motive of why he wanted to pick this specific date and time.
“Well, there’s something that I wanted to do that my past self didn’t get to do,” Chris said, looking at Matt and throwing a smirk at him.
Now that they have established some trust, Matt took a better look at this older Chris Martin. He was still like the Chris that he knew, but there was something about this older version of him from the future that made him look more mature, maybe sexier.
“And what is it?” Matt asked, curious enough to want to see where this goes. If it would go as what he suspects would happen.
“Do you really want to find out?” Chris asked, his voice lowered and taking a few steps forward to come closer to Matt. He was looking at Matt with those blue eyes, dark with desire.
“I do.”
With that permission, Chris grinned before he pressed his lips against Matt’s.
Kissing an older Chris Martin had shown to Matt that his skills had clearly matured along with him as well. The way that his tongue would the roof of his mouth left Matt moaning out of enjoyment. They kissed long enough that by the time Chris broke away, Matt was breathless and feeling turned on.
“Do you have something to do later?” Chris asked.
“No,” Matt replied. “Do you have to leave soon?”
“Not yet,” Chris grinned, his hands already sliding down on Matt’s back sensually.
Matt at first had wanted to pass the time by either taking a nap or watching TV, but now he had a better third option. He wanted to find out what else this older, possibly more experienced Chris was capable of.
In the room for the past hour, two men were very preoccupied on the bed, their clothes discarded onto the floor. Matt was laying on his back, moaning wantonly with his hands gripping the sheets as he was getting what he considered as the best sex of his life so far at the age of twenty-two.
Matt hadn’t planned for his evening to get derailed like this. Then again, he never expected that he would meet an older Chris Martin from the future, who easily enticed Matt into having sex with him. But he honestly couldn’t complain, not when he hadn’t gotten laid for months now and he was getting fucked this good.
This older Chris Martin was quite assertive. His lips and fingers knew how to make Matt feel good and want more out of it. His cock was decently long and thick enough to rub against Matt’s prostate. He was confident of his skills when it came to sex and what he was doing to Matt right now backed that up. And it seemed that he anticipated having sex with Matt, given that he brought quite a lot of packets of condoms with him from the future to do so.
The sighs and moans came out of Matt’s lips easily enough. Whenever Matt opened his eyes, he could see the older Chris looking down at him with those intense blue eyes of his as he thrust his hips without stopping.
But just as he felt that he was getting close, the older man would suddenly stop thrusting and his hand would keep a tight grip at the base of Matt’s cock. He looked down at Matt whining in disappointment with a grin.
“Please, please, let me cum,” Matt pleaded.
“Not yet. Hold it back, Matt,” the older Chris said in that soft, encouraging voice of his that was so deceptive.
Matt had been begging the older Chris to let him cum for several times now. At first he didn’t pay much attention to it and simply let it slide, but after a couple more times he got annoyed. And now he didn’t care anymore of his pride and pleaded for mercy. Each time he was getting close, the older Chris would spot the signs and put a stop to it.
They have fucked for several rounds now, with Chris having ejaculated and replacing the used condom for a new one every time before he went right back to fucking Matt until he could think of nothing else but his cock and the need to cum. He was fucking him in such a way that if Matt wasn’t distracted by getting fucked silly and he was getting his orgasms denied over and over, he would have wondered if he could convince the present day Chris for a romp in bed to see if he had a similar stamina as his older self.
For Matt, this wasn’t like when he masturbated and held back from cumming. At least with that, he could take a pause from pleasuring himself before he went right back to it. This time, it was Chris taking control of it, fucking Matt and building the pleasure up but unable to reach the peak.
“It’s too much…!” Matt whined. He could feel tears welling up on his eyes, nearly driven mad and desperate at this point, his cock throbbing in that need for a release.
“Trust me. It’ll be worth it,” the older Chris encouraged him as he resumed moving his hips again.
Matt didn’t understand why the older Chris kept saying that or why he was holding him back from his orgasm while Chris himself was able to cum a couple of times now. What was the wait for, other than to make him ever more desperate to cum?
Soon enough, Matt was moaning again as his pleasure-addled body started to feel good once more. In the midst of it, neither men paid attention to their surroundings, so they didn’t notice the sound of the door getting unlocked by a key card and someone walking in.
“Matt?!”
Matt and the older Chris stopped what they were doing when they heard a familiar voice. Looking up at the door, they saw that it was present time Chris, standing by the narrow hallway and looking at them in shock as the door automatically closed behind him.
“Wait—Is that me?!” Chris exclaimed, unable to look away from this confusing scene. “What are you doing to him?!” he demanded.
While Matt was having the time of his life in his hotel room, the present day Chris had been away to do the last interview for the day. And what Matt had told him before was true, for the journalists here were very polite and respectful towards Coldplay. They’d also done their homework well enough to ask questions that really forced Chris and his bandmates to think about what to say in their answers.
So Chris was able to wrap up the interview in a much better mood than before and thanked the journalist and the interpreter. He had been looking forward to meeting up with Matt again and as soon as the interview was done, he was already walking quickly towards the elevator to return here.
To witness the scene in front of him was the last thing that present day Chris would expect. Or, to be more accurate, he never pictured such a scenario when he opened the door to announce his return. Now he was wondering if he had fallen asleep at some point before he left this room and this was just one really fucked up dream that he was in.
“Oh, hello, past me,” the older Chris greeted back casually. “As you can see, I’m having sexual intercourse with Matt.”
“I-I can see that!” present day Chris sputtered.
“Now that you’re here, I can finally tell you both that I actually do have a reason why I came back here,” the older Chris explained. “Besides fucking Matt silly, of course,” he smirked.
The older Chris tipped Matt’s chin up and kissed him at that, which the sex-addled blue-haired man accepted without complaint and enjoyed it while it made present day Chris glare at his older self. Was that really necessary?
“I remembered a conversation that I once had with Matt, on this very date and location,” the older Chris said, after he was done kissing Matt. “About what we would do if one of us were sent back in time.”
The present day Chris stood still, unable to say anything. His older self couldn’t possibly mean…
“If you don’t want to carry that regret with you, you might as well tell him the truth,” the older Chris said, looking at his younger self with a solemn look.
“What do you mean by that?” Matt asked, finally speaking up and propping his upper body up with his elbows. He looked at present day Chris to seek clarification. “What did he mean by that, Chris?” he asked again.
The present day Chris bit his lips. He felt trapped. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, his older self knew what he meant. Cornered, Chris sighed and finally said the words that he’d held back for some time now.
“I like you, Matt.”
Matt blinked.
Chris liked him? As in, liked him more than just as a friend?
It was one thing to know that the older Chris Martin from the future obviously liked him, given that they were fucking right now, but it was another thing entirely to find out that Chris actually liked him in this present time. How long had he been holding back on his feelings?
“I’ve liked you since Manchester, in 1998. I never told you this because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And besides, you still have a girlfriend,” Chris continued talking, now feeling more awkward than ever.
His day had just gotten weird enough as it is to have walked in on seeing Matt getting shagged by his older self from the future. And now his future self had gotten him to reveal the feelings that he has towards Matt and had been holding back for some time now. It wouldn’t even be strange at this point if the floor were to open up beneath his legs and the earth would swallow him.
“I actually broke up with her months ago,” Matt revealed.
“Huh?”
Chris blinked. He found himself taking a few steps towards the bed, wondering if he’d heard it wrong.
“I haven’t told anyone yet,” Matt said softly, still looking at present day Chris. “Only Dom knows of it. And I—”
Before Matt could say more, he yelped as he was suddenly distracted by the older Chris grinding his hips, reminding him that there was still a cock inside him and rubbing against his prostate.
“Man, I forgot how shy I was even six years ago,” the older Chris said nonchalantly as he went right back to fucking Matt.
“Hey, I was talking to him!” present day Chris said, glaring at the older Chris.
“You haven’t learned how to be bold yet. He might like you better when you’re older, like me,” the older Chris said. And just for emphasis, he deliberately angled his position to rub against Matt’s prostate to get the blue-haired man moaning loudly and his hands were back to gripping the sheets.
Just as Chris wanted to retort back, someone was pulling against his shirt. Looking down, it was Matt who was grabbing onto the hem of his shirt.
“Please stay, Chris,” Matt pleaded desperately.
“Do you really like me?” Chris asked, stalling for time. He was really unsure of what to do here. “I’m just—Should I even be here?” he clarified.
“Yes,” Matt nodded, closing his eyes as he felt that familiar pleasure building up like a coil in his stomach. “I want you. So please, stay.”
Reluctantly, Chris obliged to that request.
And it came not a moment too soon, as the older Chris had reached his climax with a loud, satisfied groan, as though without a care in the world that he didn’t let Matt orgasm like he promised to him earlier. He pulled out of Matt and sat by the side of the bed.
“I’m done here. That was my last load,” the older Chris declared, preoccupied with removing the condom off his softening dick. “I saved him up like this just for you,” he said to his younger self with a grin.
The younger Chris shot a glare at his older self before he looked at Matt with concern.
“Matt, do you still need me to…?” Chris asked, unsure if he could even proceed with this.
“He came, but I haven’t yet,” Matt said, trying to catch his breath and looking down at Chris’ jeans to see a prominent bulge. His own cock twitched at the sight of it. “Not once.”
“That’s so rude of him.”
At the mention of him, the older Chris merely smiled and chuckled as he sat by the side and gestured his younger self towards Matt, lying prone and ready on the bed.
Chris wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he could only follow along. It didn’t hit him until he found himself having taken his clothes off, positioned himself between Matt’s leg, his cock in a lubed up condom, and the head of his cock easily breaching Matt’s entrance to slide right in.
Matt was already loose and wet, and a part of Chris was displeased by it. This felt like he was getting sloppy seconds, especially because it was his older self that did this. Fuck, it still felt weird thinking about how it was technically himself that had fucked Matt to be this loose.
However, once he got in and started moving, he eventually stopped thinking about it. His hips couldn’t stop moving, thrusting in and out of that warmth that was within Matt. Chris let out a satisfied sound. It felt so good, so much better than he thought, yet he didn’t want to cum too soon. He wanted to make sure that he would get Matt to cum first, so he focused on that.
And judging by Matt wrapping his legs around his waist, moaning and begging him to not stop, he was doing a good job.
“You should grind your hips,” the older Chris suggested. “Let him feel your cock inside him.”
Even though Chris was tempted to ignore that and maybe even flip the bird at him, he nonetheless did as his older self had suggested. Matt let out a high-pitched moan and arched his back, his cock twitching and leaking out precum. Chris’ eyes rolled up to his skull, feeling how Matt’s arse tightened up around his cock like a suction. He almost ejaculated right then and there if he hadn’t kept his calm and went right back to fucking Matt.
“I’m gonna cum…!” Matt said, panting. “I need to cum! Please!”
“Just let it go, Matt,” Chris murmured, as he was getting close to his climax too and kept thrusting. “You can cum. I won’t stop you. So just let go.”
Hearing those words and those few more thrusts were more than enough for Matt to reach his crescendo, as he came without his cock getting touched. Being held back from cumming had resulted in a massive load spurting out of his cock, coating his stomach and chest. It felt as though each thrust coming from Chris helped to push as much of his cum out.
After seeing that Matt got his orgasm, Chris quickly finished up by thrusting a few more times before he, too, reached his peak and came with staggered moans.
In the heat of the moment, in that brief window of their post-orgasm as they catch their breath, Chris and Matt shared a look at each other before they kissed.
Matt noticed that Chris’ kiss wasn’t the same as when he kissed the older Chris in terms of experience, but the lips were the same. He wasn’t as assertive, but that gave Matt the opportunity to kiss back and just let themselves taste and feel each other. To feel a sense of intimacy between them and enjoy this so much that he didn’t want this to end.
They kept kissing and making out with each other over and over until they had to reluctantly break the kiss.
“Are you feeling alright now?” Chris asked gently, pulling his softening cock out.
“Yeah, I feel much better now,” Matt replied. He then grinned up at Chris. “But I must say, your older self was better at it, but you’re still good enough for me to enjoy it.”
“Now that you said that, it’s really weird to have myself from the future watching us have sex,” Chris noted. He couldn’t fault Matt for comparing that his older self was better at sex, but he had experience that Chris at the present time had yet to build up. He could also hardly believe that he was able to have sex at all with someone watching them doing it.
Remembering that they did have someone who had been watching them, when they turned around to see where the older Chris was, they were surprised to see that he was gone. Even his clothes that were discarded on the floor weren’t there anymore.
“He’s gone,” Chris said out loud.
“He didn’t even say a word and he just disappeared like that?” Matt said, surprised and somewhat disappointed that the older Chris didn’t even say goodbye to them.
“Is he really me from the future?” Chris couldn’t help but ask. “I mean, he looked like me and even sounded like me, but it’s just…”
Even after everything that had happened, it was hard for Chris to wrap his head around the fact that he had really met his older self from the future, much less that his future self had been busy shagging Matt while he was away doing an interview.
“Yeah, that was really you from the year of 2006,” Matt clarified. “I didn’t believe him at first either until he showed me proof of it.”
“And then you two had sex? Just like that?”
“To be fair, your older self seduced me first. And he did give me something else to do to pass the time,” Matt said, chuckling.
“Oh,” was all that Chris could say, as he felt blood rushing up to his head.
“Now I know what you really would do if you’re sent back in time,” Matt giggled. “I didn’t think you had in you to do something this audacious.”
“Yeah, well, I’m surprised to see that myself,” Chris muttered, blushing.
“Still, it makes me wonder. Is he gone because we changed the timeline, so that means that future version of you no longer exists?” Matt questioned as he looked around the room. As far as he could see, the only physical proof that they have just met an older version of Chris Martin, were the discarded used condoms by the bin. “Or is this supposed to be a stable time loop? Like this was supposed to happen?”
It was an interesting dilemma in many ways. One of the sort that would keep Matt up for the next few nights as he let his mind wonder of the many possibilities.
“Um, Matt?”
“Yes?” Matt turned to look at Chris.
“Do you really like me?” Chris asked quietly, his face still red as he looked at Matt as he repeated the question that he’d asked before they had sex. Now that there were only the two of them in this room, there were dilemmas that had yet to be settled. “I mean, what happened was a spur of the moment and forced out of us.”
Matt looked at Chris for a second before he softened up.
“Yeah, I like you,” he confessed, putting his hand over Chris’ and holding it. “I like spending time with you a lot for a reason, especially after my breakup with Tanya, even though we’re so busy and rarely meet. I just never took that step forward because I never thought you felt the same towards me.”
“I guess I should’ve been more confident to tell you my feelings too,” Chris said, smiling softly. “If only he didn’t come in and take you first,” he muttered under his breath.
Unfortunately, Matt managed to catch what he said.
“Wait, are you seriously jealous of your older self?” he asked, amused. He’d noticed it ever since Chris walked in on what he and the older Chris were doing, but he didn’t think that the blond man would still carry that jealousy within him even after the sex, the confession of their feelings, and the older Chris now gone.
“He took away my chance to kiss you first. And also the sex,” Chris replied, looking peeved but also embarrassed that Matt caught him red-handed. Regardless of whether he changed the future entirely or not, he swore to never be as arrogant as the future version of himself that he’d just met.
Matt could only laugh at that.
“Well, he’s no longer here now. But in lieu of that, do you want to make up for what your older self had done?” Matt asked, giving a dirty grin. “I could do with another round.”
“Are you sure about that?” Chris asked. “And did he really only make you cum once?”
“He actually wouldn’t let me cum every time I got close. But honestly, I kind of liked it,” Matt admitted. Which made him wonder if the older Chris had already known of Matt’s kinks and fetishes before Matt would discover it himself. “But yeah, I still only came once and I want another round.”
“Don’t worry,” Chris said, kissing Matt. If he were to say so out loud, that one round they had felt like it was too short and he felt unsatisfied too. “I’m ready for another.”
They didn’t get to go out later that evening as the next round of sex that they had did tire them out to get some much needed sleep. Dom did not enjoy walking in on them asleep together in bed when he returned later that night in a drunken state to the room that he was sharing with Matt. A room that reeked of sex, sweat, and body odour mingling with each other to give him a good clue as to what happened in here.
Instead of loudly freaking out and waking them up, Dom quietly took Chris’ keycard in order to take Chris’ bed in the room that he was sharing with Jonny. He would rather sleep and nurse his hangover with some peace and quiet rather than nursing his hangover while dealing with whatever he’d just witnessed.
Though, thankfully, given that Muse’s time slot for both days was at 10am and Coldplay was on the 1pm time slot, Matt and Chris did go out later in the evening at Osaka to have a meal together. It was the first of many dates to come.