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“I’ve always wanted to try and have sex with you at least once in my lifetime.”
Those were the words that came out of the lips of a drunk Chris Martin, saying that to Matt Bellamy. They were at the after party for the 2002 Q Awards. Coldplay were celebrating as they won the award for Best Album, whilst Muse were nominated for Best Live Act, but it was The Hives who got the award. Their own bandmates have dispersed to hang out with other people. The beer, vodka, and wine that was served had loosened the lips of more than a few people attending the after party.
Matt was drunk for sure, but not too drunk that he heard those words clearly enough to smirk at Chris in response.
“Oh, really?” he responded.
And Chris was drunk for sure, but not too drunk that he became aware of what he himself had just said out loud.
“Fuck. Uh, forget what I said,” Chris mumbled, drinking down some more wine to keep his mouth shut.
“If I forget that, then I can’t ask if you want to come over to my place and do it,” Matt said, casually swirling his glass of wine. Chris choked at that.
Matt wouldn’t forget it for a reason, because he had a similar fantasy towards Chris a few times before. And he’d never thought that such an opportunity would come at the right time.
As far as Matt was aware, Chris’ short relationship and subsequent breakup with Gwyneth had been covered all over by the American and British tabloids that Matt felt a pang of sympathy towards Chris and his suffering from a lack of privacy, even a month after the breakup. At least his breakup with Tanya had been quiet in contrast, and his sexual exploration of sleeping with men and women alike for over the past year was even quieter.
“Do… Do you mean it?” Chris asked, cautious and unsure. But there was no denying the look on his face that he wanted this.
“Mm,” Matt nodded. “So do you want to leave with me or continue to mingle with the rich and famous?”
Chris looked around for a bit before he leaned closer to Matt to whisper.
“You think we should get a cab or take the Tube?” he asked.
They chose to get a cab, the valet helping to usher in a black cab that was waiting nearby for clientele. Matt gave the cab driver the address to his flat, and soon they were on their way.
The trip was a calm one, with Matt and Chris making small talk to not let the driver know of their actual intentions on leaving early. And thankfully, no paparazzi had followed them, so it was an uneventful trip and soon enough, they arrived at Matt’s flat. Since learning over their small talk in the cab that neither of them had anything else to do tomorrow, it was safe for Matt to just invite Chris to come to his flat and enjoy some sex.
Though, Chris was dithering in the living room once they got in, unsure of how to get onto the next step of what they wanted to do.
“Is there anything you need or…?” he asked, his words trailing off.
Matt rolled his eyes and just pulled Chris by his shirt collar in for a kiss. Moments later, Chris was kissing him back. They knew what they came here for, so Matt didn’t hesitate to get on with it.
Soon enough, they arrived at his bedroom with most of their clothes off. The bottle of lubricant was found in the bedside drawer and Matt was already looking forward to the sight of the length and thickness of Chris’ cock.
However, it seemed that Chris wanted to worship Matt’s body first. His hands and lips couldn’t stop touching him all over. The blond man paid particular attention to Matt’s nipples and Matt barely held back his reaction towards it. He moaned and whimpered from the pleasure that he was receiving from there from the pinches, flicks, and nibbles. Matt had a couple of men who played with his nipples before for sex and he enjoyed it, but seeing Chris doing it just hits differently.
What was even better was that Chris’ fingers were delightfully long and reached quite deep inside him. Matt pushed his hips back to get Chris’ fingers to go deeper. He hitched his breath when Chris crooked his fingers and found his prostate. He was enjoying this for sure, but what he found annoying was how slow Chris was taking this to stretch him out.
“Can you get on with it and fuck me already?” Matt asked impatiently.
“If I do that right away, I might hurt you,” Chris replied. “I want the two of us to enjoy and have fun.”
Considering he could see how much Chris had been packing in his boxers, Matt had to begrudgingly admit that he had a point.
“Okay. You’re good enough now. Do you have condoms that fit my size?” Chris asked.
If a box of condoms could come with a variety of sizes, Matt would’ve already owned one. The previous men that Matt invited for one night stands would normally bring their own that included spares and any remaining unopened packets were kept in the bedside drawer.
But seeing Chris’ cock, something about it made Matt want to feel it raw inside him.
“Are you clean?” Matt asked instead.
“Last I checked at a hospital a few weeks ago, yeah,” Chris answered. “Why?”
“Then we can skip the condom then. Go bareback.”
“Are you sure about that, Matt?” Chris looked at him with concern and doubt. “What if we get something nasty from each other?”
Matt understood his concerns. He’d kept a serious eye over the previous partners that he’d slept with, making sure to get checked out on a regular basis and was often relieved whenever he got a clean bill of health. But honestly, Matt had been craving to go bareback for some time now. The problem was down to trust: whenever someone told him that they were clean before they were going to have sex, he doubted it and still demanded for a condom to be used.
He wouldn’t say that Chris was the exception. It was just that for as long as Matt had known him, Chris was, for the lack of a better word, honest to a fault. So if he said he was clean, then Matt trusted his claim that he was clean.
“We’re both clean, so we should be fine,” Matt said. “If anything happens, then we go get checked out and don’t attempt something like this ever again.”
After hearing that, Chris nodded in reply and proceeded to pour lubricant onto his cock and fingers. His cock hadn’t flagged down yet as he covered it in lube, which was a good sign for Matt. Positioning himself in between Matt’s legs, Chris carefully inserted his cock in.
In terms of comparing the differences between what it felt like having a cock enter his arse raw or wearing a condom, Matt was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t much of a difference. Seeing the satisfied look on Chris’ face, however, it was obvious that he was enjoying going in raw.
Once the actual fucking started, there was a noticeable shift in Chris’ demeanour. Gone was the nervousness that Chris had displayed at first, and now Matt was going to experience a different side of the singer of Coldplay.
When Chris picked up his pace and his thrusts became fast and hard, Matt immediately had a change of opinion in what he thought of Chris. He wasn’t worried at first about whether the sex would be good or awful. As long as it got their rocks off and fulfilled that fantasy that they both had for each other, then that was good enough.
Now, he was worried that he would have a hard time finding another man who could fuck him this good.
“I’ve fantasised a lot about doing this with you,” Chris said, looking at Matt while pistoning his hips and enjoying the warmth and tightness that was Matt’s hole. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned.
“Does it live up to your expectations?” Matt asked.
“Yes. It’s better than I thought,” Chris said, kissing him.
Matt found himself agreeing to that as well. Gone was the man who admitted a few years ago of being a virgin to journalists by mistake. Evidently, Chris was a fast learner and had caught up to speed in how to fuck well.
“Come on, go at me hard,” Matt goaded at him. “You can do better than this.”
Chris obliged, pistoning his hips to go harder and faster. Matt threw his head back, moaning in satisfaction.
For all that Chris was self-deprecating about his sex life and his prowess on the bed, what Matt was experiencing from him right now was the complete opposite. Chris was going at this by pure, animalistic instinct. Pounding so hard that Matt could hear skin hitting against skin, his prostate getting rammed over and over until he could see stars in his eyes from the pleasure.
“Fuck, gonna cum soon,” Chris said, panting. “Are you getting close?” he asked Matt.
“Yes,” Matt nodded, feeling that familiar coiled feeling in his abdomen. “I’m getting close too.”
Without needing any prompting, Matt got his right hand down to his weeping cock, stroking himself off using his own precum as lubricant. It didn’t take long before he swore under his breath and came. And soon after, Chris reached his climax with a satisfied moan.
He could feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside of him. It was going to be annoying to get his hole cleaned out later, but damn it, right now it was worth it. Chris had proven to be a good lay and Matt wouldn’t mind inviting him back for a next time, but it would be even better if he had—
“Do you want to do another round?” Chris asked.
Matt looked up at Chris with surprise. His night had suddenly just gotten a lot better. He didn’t expect that Chris would say something like that, especially when he hadn’t even spoken that particular desire out loud.
“I don’t know. Do you think you can do another round?” Matt asked with a smirk, as if goading Chris to a challenge.
“I can,” Chris replied, leaning in to kiss Matt briefly. “And I want to. We can stop when you tell me so.”
Matt almost rolled his eyes hearing that before pulling Chris down for a deeper kiss this time. He wasn’t planning on stopping. Based on past experience with his friends with benefits, Matt had thought that they would only do a couple of rounds or three at most before exhaustion would set in and they would call it off for the night.
This would be over before he knew it, so he might as well go the whole way.
He was wrong. So wrong.
What followed after didn’t end at the second round. Or even the third round. Instead, what became that was round after round of fucking.
Chris hadn’t shown any signs of getting tired. Every time the blond man seemed to get bored of a position, he would simply change it and Matt would experience something different in every new position that he got fucked. At some point, Matt was no longer holding back on his moans and became a babbling mess under Chris.
All the while, Matt was losing control of the situation as he was getting overwhelmed and fucked stupid.
The constant stimulation to his prostate eventually led to Matt having a prostate orgasm at one point, and he saw that the fluids that came out of his cock were clear. He would’ve been shocked that he squirted for the first time in his life if he wasn’t distracted from getting his brains fucked out and wasn’t thinking clearly.
After a couple of hours, he couldn’t tell apart anymore of when Chris was cumming, other than when his hips would stutter to a stop and he let out a satisfied moan. After the amount of times that he came inside of him, the cum itself became the main lubricant.
The few times that they had a break, Chris had gone to the bathroom to take a piss or to the kitchen to bring back water to hydrate themselves. But it wouldn’t be long before Matt would feel Chris’ fingers breaching through his entrance and sunk deeper and deeper inside him to rub against his inner walls, the kisses that swallowed his moans and wanting something thicker than those fingers, and then they were back to fucking again.
Speaking of kissing, Matt felt Chris pressing his lips against his, and he opened his mouth to let their tongues meet and touch each other. It was a slow and languid kiss, the sort of kiss that took physical intimacy to another level.
It didn’t take long before Matt noticed that Chris was moving his hips again.
“Oh—fuck, how is your dick not getting soft at all?” Matt asked with disbelief, breaking away from his lips. It was a question that had been in Matt’s mind for hours now, but it eluded him to speak up about it until now due to his mind being distracted by the continuous rounds of sex.
“Mmm, dunno,” Chris replied, his words slurring as though he was drunk as he went back to kissing Matt, working his tongue into his mouth. “Feels good to be inside you,” he mumbled.
Matt could hardly argue with that, as it felt good to him to feel Chris’ cock inside of him. This cock that hardly went soft since the beginning of the intercourse. It must be some sort of magical dick that Chris possessed.
Chris changed their position again. This time he lifted Matt up and Matt found himself sitting on Chris’ lap, his cock still inside him. In this position, Chris was bouncing Matt with his hips and letting gravity help his thrusts feel harder and reach deeper, all the while still able to make out with him.
Matt’s moans had become soft and tired, but he still enjoyed the pleasure that he was receiving from this. At this point -hell, at any point during this impromptu marathon sex session- if Matt had wanted to do so, he would have told Chris to stop and Chris would actually do so, even if out of reluctance. They could end this right here and now.
But Matt didn’t want this to stop. For he absolutely loved it. It brought him to a state of bliss that was incomparable to anything else. Not even doing a concert where everything went right and he could bask in that sense of satisfaction.
“Shit, you feel so loose, Matt,” Chris murmured. “I might even be able to shove a finger alongside my cock.”
In his sex-addled state, the thought of it was so tempting and so hot that Matt wanted to find out right away.
“Do it then,” Matt said. “Stretch me out.”
By this point, Chris was no longer hesitating like earlier on in what he wished to do. So upon receiving that prompt, Chris took a pause from thrusting and picked up the bottle of lubricant nearby. The bottle was nearly empty by now, but it still had enough left for Chris to coat his fingers. With that, he inserted his cock in with two of his fingers at the same time.
Matt shivered and let out a shuddered moan, feeling his entrance getting stretched wider with Chris’ finger inserted in alongside his cock. Chris was just as amazed that he managed to accomplish it.
“Fuck, Matt. I really fucked you so loose that you can take in something bigger than me,” he said, moving his fingers between his cock and Matt’s rim and fucking him with both his cock and fingers simultaneously.
The excitement for this didn’t last for long, however, as Chris grew bored with playing around in stretching Matt further and pulled his fingers out in favour of grabbing Matt’s hips to fuck him hard. Fucking Matt was still enjoyable and hadn’t bored him yet.
“I got one more left in me,” Chris said, panting. “Wanna see you cum with me.”
Chris laid Matt back down onto the bed that was now stained with proof of their intercourse, the missionary position being a far more comfortable position as he pounded Matt with desperation and determination to reach that end. He’d even wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock and stroked him at the same pace as his thrusts.
Despite having cum over and over until he was sure that he was empty and had nothing left to give, somehow Matt’s balls managed to replenish just enough to let him cum one last time. He came with a broken sob in Chris’ hand, overwhelmed by a mixture of pleasure, pain, exhaustion, and oversensitivity.
It didn’t take long before Chris caught up with him, reaching his climax and spilling his cum inside of Matt in what hopefully was his last round for the night.
Thankfully, this time when Chris pulled out, they were well and truly done with what amounted to an impromptu marathon sex session.
Matt felt his body twitching and jolting from the aftereffects of his climax. Or rather, several climaxes. He could barely move his body even if he wanted to. He felt unshackled, open, vulnerable. It was a familiar feeling that he felt before when he had sex that was intense enough to leave him in a state like this, but never from getting fucked until he was past his limit.
Then, Matt felt Chris’ arms getting wrapped around him and the blond man pulled him in and held him close.
“Don’t worry, Matt, I’m right here,” Chris murmured assurances, kissing his forehead and combing his fingers through Matt’s hair. “I’m right here.”
Hearing those soothing words and touch, Matt laid his head against Chris’ chest and closed his eyes. He felt safe and comforted like this. They spent their time like this, cuddling with each other, hearing and feeling each other’s heartbeats.
After some time had passed, Matt opened his eyes, and Chris was looking back at him.
“Hey,” Chris murmured.
“Hey,” Matt greeted back.
“You wanna go to the bathroom and get cleaned up?” Chris asked.
Too tired to move or speak much, Matt nodded.
“Carry me there,” were the only words that Matt said out loud.
Chris obliged with his request and helped to carry him to the bathroom, letting Matt sit on the toilet to do his business. Matt tried his best to get the cum inside his arse out as much as possible, but it just seemed endless. There was no doubt that he’d need a thorough clean up there the next day.
“Do you want me to draw a bath for you?” Chris asked attentively.
It honestly sounds nice, but being exhausted and not really feeling up for a bath, Matt instead shook his head.
“Just wipe me up,” Matt suggested instead. “I’m too tired.”
Understanding that, Chris took a wet towel to gently clean him up. Thereafter, he left Matt in the bathroom while he took several clean towels with him. A bit later, he returned to the bathroom to pick Matt up and brought him back to his bedroom.
The towels that Chris took before had been spread onto the mattress so that they would at least not sleep on the stained sheets. Chris laid Matt down on the bed before he joined in next to him. Far too exhausted, Matt couldn’t bother caring about the mess on his bed and body and simply closed his eyes, letting sleep take over as Chris held him in his arms.
The next day, Matt finally woke up after sleeping far longer than usual.
He felt as though he’d slept through the whole day and was still feeling a bit exhausted. His body was sore and disgusting, which was a given due to the strenuous activity last night and he had been cleaned with just a wet towel. The towels had become dry despite having absorbed last night’s excursion and part of him felt disgusted enough, knowing that he slept on cum-stained towels and the old mattress had already soaked up most of the bodily fluids. There was no doubt that he’ll have to buy a new one as there was no saving it.
However, he did wake up with something pleasant in the form of a warm body next to him. When Matt turned towards it, he found that Chris was still here. Chris must’ve been awake for some time to have Matt find him sitting up on the bed.
“Morning,” Matt spoke up, catching Chris’ attention.
“Uh, good morning,” Chris greeted back hesitantly. “Slept well?”
“I feel like I could sleep for another day, but yeah.”
“Good, good,” Chris said, nervously combing through his short hair and biting his lips. “Listen, I have something to tell you, Matt.”
“What is it?”
“I’m so sorry about what happened last night.”
Matt looked at Chris with surprise, having not expected an apology from him. After thinking carefully, Matt gave his answer.
“How can you be sorry? You ruined my life.”
Chris sat up straighter, now more alarmed and panicking.
“Fuck, I’m really sorry, Matt!” Chris apologised once again, his arms now flailing about. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you! I should’ve stopped earlier and asked if you wanted to stop—”
Chris stopped when he saw Matt laughing and put his hand up.
“Relax, Chris, you didn’t ruin my life like that,” Matt clarified, once his laughter had died down. “I meant that now I feel like I can’t flirt with another guy without expecting to get dicked down this good.”
“Oh,” was Chris’ response, surprised but relieved.
“You were a beast last night!” Matt praised him. “How the hell did you get that good in sex? Did you and Gwyneth do kinky stuff in the bedroom?” he asked, smirking.
“No, no, we had normal sex,” Chris shook his head, blushing hard. “It… it was my stamina that was the issue,” he confessed.
“Oh?” Now Matt was curious. “Why is it an issue?”
“I really like it when I can go as long as I can, but that’s not possible when the other person can’t handle it,” Chris admitted, ashamed. “So I usually keep myself restrained to one or two rounds and try not to hurt her.”
“So is this your first time going all out then?” Matt asked, titillated by what Chris had confessed to him. “To have sex the way you wanted to?”
Flustered, Chris nodded.
“Lucky me,” Matt said, letting out a low whistle. “You had her missed out on the true potential of your libido and magic dick.”
“Well, I’ve asked a couple of times if she wanted a next round, but she refused and I never brought it up after that. It would’ve been too much for her,” Chris said, feeling awkward at Matt’s praises, especially on calling his dick as magical. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?” he asked again.
“I’m sore, but I’ll recover,” Matt answered before stretching his body. “You really fucked me good. I’ve never had someone who could match up with me so well in bed.”
“So you really enjoyed the sort of sex that we had last night?” Chris inquired, still finding it hard to believe that Matt actually enjoyed that.
“If you mean that I got to experience a different side of you from a marathon sex session, yes,” Matt said, giggling. “I haven’t been this satisfied for so long. I’m sort of like you when it comes to sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like you, I had a similar problem with my sex drive, so I’ve been unsatisfied with the people that I went to bed with,” Matt explained, his blue eyes showing a flash of mischief. “I don’t mind doing some kinky stuff to get off, but to me, nothing beats just getting lost in the pleasure, cumming over and over until my balls are empty and my body overwhelmed and overstimulated.”
The way Matt said it left Chris somewhat hot and bothered. Last night was the first time for Chris to be able to let go of his inhibitions, to keep going for as long and as many times as he wanted to. It wasn’t even the fault of the alcohol that affected his decision making. He was sober by the time they started fucking and was well aware and paid attention to see when Matt would say stop. But he never did. Matt kept wanting more, and so Chris kept it going and didn’t stop until they were both exhausted and could no longer continue.
“To think that the one person who could finally give me what I wanted was you of all people,” Matt said, giggling.
Chris couldn’t help but grin back, having wanted to say the same thing. Truthfully, he had been attracted to Matt for years. He had chalked it off as admiration for his music virtuoso at first, but over time, he couldn’t deny his physical attraction towards him.
“So, uhh, since we both enjoyed it, does that mean you want to do it again with me in the future?” Chris asked. He now looked optimistic, albeit a cautious sort of optimism. It had been a long while since he felt this relaxed and able to show a personal part of himself to someone else he could trust.
In Matt’s opinion, there was an obvious answer. He didn’t want just a next time with Chris, he had to keep him around. There was no way he could find another guy who could do what Chris had done to him. But first…
“Do you have any plans for today?” Matt inquired.
“Not really. Why?”
Matt climbed onto Chris’ lap, deliberately grinding himself against Chris’ boxers. He didn’t know why Chris decided to wear the boxers before going to bed, given that they had seen each other naked last night. But right now, Matt was grateful for its physical presence to be able to rub his crack against Chris’ cock.
“Because I want to find out if you can try and wreck me again,” Matt said in a daring tone.
Judging by the bobbing of his throat and the twitch in Chris’ boxers, he was into it.
“I might be up for it,” Chris managed to speak up, feeling as though all the blood that was in his head just a moment ago had rushed down to his dick.
They looked at each other for a moment before they kissed. A start to what will come soon.
“And after this, I need a new mattress,” Matt said, breaking off the kiss with a grin. “You’re paying for it.”
“I’m fine with that.”
Given what they’ve done last night and how much cum had been absorbed into the mattress, Matt deemed that it was unsalvageable. And Chris didn’t mind paying for it later that day when he got dragged to a department store to buy said new mattress, even when Matt deliberately picked a more expensive and luxurious one to be delivered the next day.
And months later, Chris would have to discard his own mattress, as the more expensive and luxurious mattress that he brought for Matt was part of the furniture that Matt was bringing with him as he moved into Chris’ house to live with him as a couple.
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