Who Needs Pain Pills?


tony^ matt^


Band: MEST
Pairing: cousincest- Matt/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Dated: September 28, 2003
Summary: Tony needs some special Matt care.

disclaimer: Graphic male/male sex. Not Real. Never Happened.
PURE SMUTTY FICTION!


Who Needs Pain Pills?

I groan from my position on the bed glancing over at my cousin to see if he heard. I flick my eyes back to the ceiling as he glances over. “Hmm?” he asks and I turn my head lazily, licking my lips and blinking slowly.

“My back has been hurting a little today,” I say and flatten my shoulders to the bed, breathing deeply and tempting his eyes to linger on my bare chest.

He folds his magazine in his lap, “Yeah? It hasn’t in a while, has it?”

I shake my head and lick my lips again, “Must’ve just moved the wrong way today or something…” I trail off staring back at the ceiling.

“Do you still have pain pills?” he asks and I nod, “Want me to get you one?”

I nod slightly and glance thankfully up at him, “Yeah, it might help.” He smiles and gets up, going to my bag and returning with the pills and a bottle of water. I take them and he returns to his magazine. I stay sitting up and turn slightly towards him, “Ya know, a shower would probably make it feel better too.”

“Probably,” he mumbles and I roll my eyes as I stand up.

I lose my pants somewhere between the bed and the bathroom, hoping he caught a stare of my ass. I turn the shower on hot and step in, the warm water flowing over my naked body. I wash the product out of my hair before taking a little of Matt's shower gel that he left on the counter and work it over my skin. Running my fingers through my hair to make it stand up a little, I call out “Matt, can you come wash my back?”

He pulls back the curtain and smiles, wetting his hands and lathering them in the rich suds. I turn around and smile to myself as his broad hands start at my shoulders. I allow my head to fall forward and rest my hands up on the tiled walls. His thumbs roll circles over my shoulder blades and I focus on his hands sliding over my skin. His movements are slow and heavy, kneading my muscles and giving my body some much needed attention.

He traces his fingers over the Lovato tattoo on my lower back; my body turned on and well relaxed. When he slides his hands back up my to my shoulders I turn around and pull his lips to mine. He smiles against my lips before kissing back, my arms slipping around his shoulders and my body pressed against his. His clothes are getting wet but he’s not making any movements to back away.

I reach down and tug on his shirt, his lips separating from mine as he pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his pants. He steps in the shower with me and I press my body against him again, turning him under the showerhead as his hands slip over my body.

“Feeling better?” he smirks as he kisses my ear, his hands reaching down to cup my ass.

I nod and pull his lips back to mine before mumbling, “Yeah, and a blowjob would make me feel even better.”

He pulls back and shakes his head, “Oh well then, if it’ll make you feel better…” he trails off kneeling down and palming my dick, “then by all means allow me.” I throw my head back against the wall as his hands make me hard. I moan and grip a handful of his dampened hair as he flicks his tongue slowly over the head of my cock. He smirks up at me and murmurs, “slut” before taking me all the way in his mouth and sucking rigorously.

He grips my hips and bobs his mouth down my cock, sucking in all the right places until my hips are bucking into his mouth, my cock slipping harshly between his lips. I’m so close but I yank on his hair, moaning his name before he pulls back and looks up. I pull him up and crash our lips together, reaching down and stroking him with my hand. He groans pulling away from me and I pout, “Matt, fuck me…”

“I thought your back hurt?” he frowns and I answer him by turning around, pressing my back against his chest.

“I lied,” I say as I grip his cock in my hand and bend over in front of him. I brace my hands on the wall as I feel him grip my hips, his hips pressed hard against my ass. I moan as he pushes in quickly before pulling out and pushing back in so slowly.

Matt slides in and out of me, deep full thrusts and I push back against him. Our moans echo off the shower walls, matching each other’s with every drive.

I straighten up and he moves back, letting the warm water flow between the two of us and down our legs. He reaches around and grips my cock- pumping and twisting his hand, fingers slipping over the head. He speeds up to match his hand and my hands fumble for something to grip in the tile-slick shower. My back arches and I throw my head back, relaxing and allowing his actions to throw my whole body into complete pleasure. I shudder and shake, cum mixing with the water.

His body is shaking as he continues to thrust and I moan, “Matt, matt, matt…stop.” He halts with a confused, half scared, look on his face.

I turn around and fall to my own knees, looking up at his flushed face before gripping his cock and washing it off, hearing him moan as my hands tease his already straining cock. He moans as I replace my hands with my mouth, rolling my lip ring over the sensitive head. He fucks my mouth and as he gets closer to finishing I push two fingers into him and hit his spot dead on. He jumps and arches his back, moaning and screaming obscenities as he comes down my throat.

I pull my mouth off him and he leans forward, supporting himself on the wall, gasping as he catches his breath. I straighten up and run my fingers through my hair, closing my eyes as I breathe in the steamy wet air of the bathroom.

“Ugh, fuck. That hurt.” He groans, and I’m caught off guard. I ask ‘what’ and he straightens up, “My back hurts” he groans reaching behind himself. “What?” I ask again and he grimaces, “I ran into the shower knobs…”

I smirk, “Anything I can do to make it feel better?”

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the end.


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