#hullman

Matt made a mental note to find better friends.

He had just gotten Burnie’s excuse about why he couldn’t show and was about to dig into the snacks himself as he loaded up a movie when he heard a knock at the door. Too angry to be paranoid about making enough noise to bug his neighbours, he sauntered over to the door and didn’t even bother checking through the peephole and was soon face to face with a very flustered Joel, his phone in hand as his other one went to knock again.

‘Joel? I thought you said you weren’t coming,’ Matt said, the surprise more than evident in his voice, and Joel just let out a mumble that he’d heard about the others cancelling and he didn’t want to be a dick.

‘Plus, free food,’ he muttered as he grabbed Matt’s bowl of chips and started looking around the living room.

‘Don’t owe me any favours,’ Matt sighed, closing the door and joining him. ‘Well, I had expected a much bigger tour than this, but you’ll do. This is obviously the living room.’

‘Obviously,’ Joel repeated between bites, going for the soda next.

‘And you saw the front room, uh, nothing too big to show off there. Over here’s the kitchen-’ He barely had enough time to finish before Joel was helping himself to a beer instead of the carbonated beverage from the 6-pack waiting on the counter, and by this point Matt was pretty certain he preferred his tour when it was just him and his chips.

‘It’s a good thing the others didn’t show; if you had been this excited about the party then it would’ve been a blast.’ Matt could actually taste the sarcasm from where he stood in the doorway. ‘Well, are you going to show me the rest of the place or do I have to discover it myself?’

Matt made sure to grab a beer for himself before pointing to the bathroom and the broom closet, faux-excitedly thumbing towards the bedroom as the big finale and grabbing a handful of chips.

‘That’s it? C’mon, if your room is anything like what you had set up in the dorm then I gotta see this,’ Joel said with actual emotion, Matt stuttering as he quickly followed after him. Joel eagerly pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, his smile turning into a rather sour look of disappointment. ‘What, no more lame posters? No big screen across from the bed? No Xbox in here too? Jesus, this is the saddest bachelor pad on planet earth.’ He paused. ‘But that’s to be expected of you, anyway.’

Matt stormed up to Joel and grabbed the bowl from him, placing it a little harshly onto the top of his dresser before standing up his full height and trying to stare Joel down, which would’ve worked if his face wasn’t so red with embarrassment.

‘Now listen here, Heyman. I know it’s not much and it’s not as great as Burnie’s place, but it’s a hellova lot better than your crappy apartment!’ he snapped, Joel taken aback for about 2 seconds before he relaxed and grinned.

‘Correction: my apartment is just a block away from the bar, making it better than both of yours combined. And don’t try to pull that, you know you’re nothing but a kitten when you get mad, I’ve seen this before,’ Joel laughed, and if Matt were a kitten his tail would certainly be all puffed out by now.

‘Goddammit Joel, why are you always such an asshole?’ That was what Matt wanted to say, but instead he just stood there fuming, Joel smiling at him and reaching for the chips when he froze.

‘Hey, did you feel that?’ he asked, Matt calming down only a little to ask him what he was talking about. ‘That! I swear I felt something!’

‘Don’t try to change the subject, Joel,’ Matt growled, and then he felt it too; a low rumbling under his feet, the both of them looking down as they felt it grow.

‘Jesus man are you making the house shake out of rage?’ Joel asked, the shaking getting worse until it hit them at the same time that it was actually an earthquake.

Matt, because he had never been in one before, immediately forgot his anger and reacted instinctually, jumping and clinging to the closest thing to him for stability, which just so happened to be Joel. Because of this Joel began to stumble backwards, a nervous shout of, ‘Why are you grabbing me in the bedroom? What’s going on?’ filling the room above the sound of the chip bowl clattering to the floor, Matt unable to answer as he stumbled along with him. He was too afraid to let go despite this whole new level of embarrassment, and when the backs of Joel’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto it, Matt ended up right on top of him.

The whole house continued to shake as this new realization of Matt being completely draped over Joel’s entire body sank in, and when they tried to scramble away from each other they ended up in a rather compromising position when Matt tried to sit up and Joel reached for his chest to push him off. As soon as Joel touched his shirt, Matt found himself straddling his friend, the bed shaking just enough to make every touch stir his libido to life, and with Joel staring right at him, it was becoming very impossible to hide.

He cleared his throat and tried to get off, but Joel’s hands had managed to move from his chest to his hips at some point, his eyes completely focused on the growing problem in Matt’s jeans. If it were anyone else he’d been in this predicament with, like Burnie or Geoff, it would’ve been something to laugh about because hey, who could argue with a few good vibrations when they were in a position like that, but no, it just had to be Joel Heyman, the stupid jerk whom he had a major crush on since they had been forced to room together their first year of college.

The same Joel Heyman who could get any girl he wanted, who starred in all the plays he could audition for, who was the first to live on his own and get a car and come back to the room drunk off his ass only to actually listen to Matt practice guitar at 3 am instead of make fun of him for it, and had completely stolen his heart no matter how much he couldn’t stand him half the time.

The same Joel Heyman who was now looking up at him and rocking his hips slightly and making everything worse.

‘Y’know, I read that when there’s an earthquake you should immediately take your shirt off,’ he said suddenly, Matt’s throat going dry as Joel examined each and every button on his shirt. ‘It’s just safety; don’t wanna get buttons caught on anything, right?’ Amidst the continuing earthquake and the way he was unconsciously starting to arch his back so that he could get more contact, Matt came to his senses and agreed, quickly undoing the buttons as fast as he could, or at least attempting it; in his hurry he began to fumble, but Joel remedied this by tearing his shirt open and sending the remaining buttons every which way. Any other day, Matt would’ve yelled at him for a good hour or so, but right now he could care less.

He tossed the shirt aside and only after he felt Joel’s eyes on him did he start to feel self-conscious, his shoulders hunching and his arms starting to cover himself before Joel grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to rest on either side of him on the mattress. ‘No, don’t,’ he said, wetting his lips and moving his waist enough just to get Matt to drop his head and groan. ‘I haven’t gotten to see you like this since I moved out.’

‘What,’ Matt murmured, his hands clenching the bed sheets, ‘you mean shirtless? Didn’t know you liked the view.’ He tried to laugh but it caught in his throat when Joel rocked his hips up again.

‘Shut up,’ was all he said, and Matt fully intended to because, judging by the signs, Joel was planning on shutting him up with his mouth. But of course, as fate would have it again, due to his nervousness his arm ended up giving out and he fell directly to the side of Joel, his knee in Joel’s side and his hand clinging to Joel’s shirt for dear life lest he keep rolling and fall off the mattress.

Joel laughed for a few seconds before he noticed the grip Matt had on him, and before he could mess up again, Matt took that opportunity of Joel finally being quiet for once to, as sexually as he could, gently slide his hand down to his waist. Joel opened his mouth to say something, probably something snarky, so Matt silenced him with a cheeky grin by palming him through his jeans, and by God he’d be lying if the noise Joel made in response didn’t awaken his libido completely and have him resisting the urge to grind against Joel’s leg for all he cared.

With the earthquake still going strong, or at least, strong enough to still shake the bed and make every move feel better than it should, Matt was easily able to find a newfound courage as Joel turned to putty in his hand so to speak, the usually calm - unless he was drunk – man clutching the bed and biting his lip at an attempt not to beg, but with Matt undoing his belt and thumbing open the button to his jeans, that plan was failing fast. With a little help he was able to push Joel’s jeans down enough so that he could pull him out, and he found his face growing hot when he saw the small stain on the front of Joel’s boxers from where he was leaking precome.

‘Matt if you make me do this myself I swear to god I’m setting fire to your Xbox,’ Joel hissed when Matt took a little longer than he thought to move again, and when Matt reached into his boxers and took him in hand the sound he made was the most deliciously obscene thing he’d ever heard, and he’d stumbled upon him jerking off in the past once and that memory was hard to beat. Joel was bigger than he thought he’d be, and christ he was certain he’d end up having a heart attack or something by the time he got Joel to come at this rate, but the bed vibrating was helping him along and before he knew it Joel was arching off the bed and trying to force himself to speak. ‘I want… you…’

‘What?’ Matt asked, his hand slowing a little and making Joel actually whine.

‘I want to fuck you, now,’ Joel said clear as crystal, Matt’s eyes going wide and his dick twitching in his pants at his tone of urgency. ‘Quick, there’s a condom in my wallet, and I know you’ve got lube around here somewhere, just- jesus christ don’t leave me like this,’ he begged, Matt rushing to hand the wallet to Joel so he could put on the condom while he scrambled to his bedside table for the lube with that same embarrassed flush from before retuning.

While Joel rolled on the condom with a hiss, Matt clumsily kicked off his pants and flopped back onto the bed, Joel grabbing onto him arm and pulling him back over his waist. ‘Shouldn’t I get…’ Matt trailed off, not wanting to voice his concern about riding over being on his hands and knees when Joel was digging his nails into his hips with one hand and spreading lube over his dick with the other.

‘It’ll be fine, trust me, just please get yourself ready, I don’t want to hurt you and you know what you’re doing back there,’ Joel said with a weak chuckle, Matt frowning at him in the way that always reminded his friends of his tough army man impression he did to make them laugh, because yeah he knew what to do but it wasn’t like Joel was supposed to say it so casually!

While Matt applied a decent amount of lube to his fingers, Joel stroked himself slightly, just watching Matt’s expression as he braced himself and began to stimulate and stretch the ring of muscle. He swallowed heavily and closed his eyes as he did so, trying to pretend that Joel wasn’t underneath him and fully aware that he was borderline fucking his fingers, but thinking about being watched like that only made him more aroused and soon he was breathing heavily and letting Joel guide his waist down.

When he felt Joel rub up against him he froze, partly in fear, partly in excitement, and he expected Joel to snicker at him or do something aggravating because that’s just what he did around him. Instead Joel whispered that he wasn’t going to hurt him, his voice dangerously low, but whether it was due to the pure, unadulterated lust surrounding them or the off-chance that he himself was actually nervous too, he didn’t know. But no matter what it was, when Joel brought Matt’s waist down painfully slow until he was completely filled and shaking from not just the earthquake, nothing else mattered except for Joel moving before Matt threatened to blow up his car.

Matt wished he had alcohol to blame for the lewd noises he was making, but he hadn’t had a chance to even get a quarter of the way through his bottle and either way Joel certainly didn’t seem to mind the way his breath would hitch or the way he gasped his name when he moved a certain way. Matt was not going to lie that, despite having done this before with an old boyfriend – and one adventurous girlfriend but he wasn’t about to tell anyone about that – it still hurt, but it quickly melted away when Joel groaned out his name between thrusts and told him that he was close.

He leaned forward as far as he possibly could and nipped at Joel’s bottom lip, his hands going from the bed to Joel’s shoulders; he gently tilted his neck to the side where he could suck a mark into his skin, Joel panting and making sure to angle his hips just right in order to get Matt to quiver and bite instead. Matt wanted to say that he’d get him back for that, but with the way Joel was taking control of his hips and pounding into him because he was getting dangerously close now, his jaw had gone slack and he could only moan.

‘Touch yourself, please,’ Joel whispered, Matt biting his lip and shaking his head while his body shuddered. ‘There is no chance of you coming first because of you jerking me off, so unless you feel like riding me then I suggest you do it.’ Joel’s teeth were clenched and he was hissing out every word he could, some of them a couple times because the first time failed halfway, and while Matt secretly loved the idea of riding Joel he knew he was in no state to actually do that today, so he did as Joel said.

This time he kept his eyes open, or as open as they could be because there Joel was, fucking him and watching his every move and that mark on his neck looked so dark and he wanted this for so long and it felt like every cell in his body was sensitive to Joel’s touch and before he could stop himself he arched back and cried out Joel’s name, his legs shaking and Joel coming undone beneath him shortly afterwards.

No matter how badly he would’ve loved to just fall back and land where he may because his strength was just gone, he knew that he’d probably end up with a broken neck and a very angry Joel so he carefully eased himself off and onto the mattress, Joel catching his breath before removing the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the trashcan near the bed. They both just laid there for a moment, just breathing and letting their aching limbs rest, before Joel finally noticed that the earthquake had ended at some point.

‘That went on for a while, didn’t it? Jeez I hope part of the roof didn’t fall off and land on your new-old car,’ he teased, Matt only able to make a mocking sound before paranoia kicked in and he tried to sit up.

‘Oh god, that was a mistake, I’ve made a mistake,’ he grumbled as Joel helped him gingerly lay back down. ‘Everything hurts. And I just know that my living room is now a mess because that bottle of soda was open, and you dropped the chips on the floor-’

‘They fell! What was I supposed to do, stop them?’

‘Catch them, yes, because you were right there.’

‘You’re the one who put them on the dresser.’ Matt made the face again and this time Joel laughed, although it wasn’t as hearty as he probably intended it to be. ‘So… I’m guessing we can walk away from this on the assumption that we both have a thing for each other? Or do you sleep with friends as a housewarming gift all the time?’

‘Shut up,’ Matt was about to say, but stopped himself when he noticed that Joel was actually looking rather flustered for once, like Matt’s answer meant as much to him as Joel’s did in return. ‘Actually, you know that earthquakes are the perfect opportunity for sweet, sweet love making to a dude for the first time,’ he answered as casually as he possibly could, Joel sitting up to look at him in a mixture of shock and confusion, Matt laughing at his expression before pulling him down for a kiss.

They were still slightly out of breath, and Joel certainly hadn’t expected the kiss so they may or may not have clacked their teeth together and pulled away in pain first, but when Matt tried again and this time it worked, he felt his breath leave for an entirely different reason, but he wasn’t going to say that because he didn’t need Joel laughing at him again.

The kiss was awkwardly angled, and Joel had a lot more experience than Matt so all chances of impressing him with this wasn’t going to work, but when they pulled away Joel looked so absolutely happy that it had happened that Matt couldn’t help but grin. Joel laid back down and pulled Matt over so that his arm was resting on his chest again, and they were about to drift off into a nice nap before Matt drove them both crazy over cleaning up when he thought back to before and spoke.

‘Hey, why were you so nervous when you showed up?’ Joel faked a cough and tried to roll away but Matt stopped him, to his slight distress.

‘I kinda… asked everyone not to come today, so I could spend it hanging out with you… Not for the whole day, just long enough that I could maybe get these dumb feelings off my chest before Burnie went and told you himself,’ he muttered, Matt not sure if he should be mad or flattered.

‘Burnie knew?’

‘Yeah, about that, uh everyone knew, actually…’

‘What the hell, man!’

‘It wasn’t like you were gunna say anything first!’

Matt was in the process of gathering his strength to kick Joel out of his bed when a knock came to the door, the loud sound startling the both of them.

‘Hey Joel! You guys all right in there? Did you stop being pansies and man up about your feelings yet?’ came Burnie’s muffled voice from behind the front door, the sound of others cheering along behind him making Matt’s previous blush fade away almost instantly.

You forgot your anniversary.

You pretended like you didn't, but you absolutely did. You're grateful when you're given a chance to get out of the house and continue to pretend like you knew what day it was all along.

You're only supposed to be heading out to get some groceries so Matt can cook dinner, but you're going to get him flowers. A lot of flowers. Enough flowers that he'll never want flowers again. Enough flowers that he'll forgive you for the thing he doesn't even know you did.

Groceries come first, so you pick those up from the least busy grocery store you can find, then head to a florist so you can get... something. Roses, probably.

You try to get there and get out as quickly as possible with an absolutely disgusting number of roses, almost considering buckling them in in the passenger seat of your car.

When you get home, you gather up your groceries from the back seat, then grab the roses and head into the house, expecting to find Matt sitting in the living room. You set the bags on the kitchen table and take the roses to where you think he is, only to find... well, you find his socks.

You don't know how many times you've found his socks sitting under the coffee table. But you're not going to give him shit on your anniversary, so you just pick them up and toss them in the general direction of the laundry room.

That doesn't solve the problem of where Matt is, though. Maybe he figured out that you forgot your anniversary and left.

Without his pants, which are draped over the bottom few stairs. You pick those up, and toss them at the laundry room, too. You head up the stairs and find his shirt in the hall, and his boxers hanging off your bedroom door's handle.

You get what he's playing at now.

You don't think you mind. Not even a little bit. If you're too busy having sex with him, he can't possibly notice how terrible you are at remembering important events.

So you open the door, slowly at first, fully prepared to see Matt already up on his hands and knees, bent over and waiting for you, and you aren't entirely surprised by what you do see. He's got his legs spread, hips lifted off the bed just a little, lips parted and eyes shut. He looks perfect like this, of course he does. He bites his lip and flutters his eyelashes at you, giving you a look that just begs for you to touch him, and you'd love to do that.

It's just that he's got a fucking ribbon wrapped around his cock and tied in a little bow, and it's just about the silliest thing you've ever seen.

"You know that looks ridiculous, right?" Your voice cracks when you ask and you crawl onto the bed, just taking in the sight of him. Trying to avoid laughing long enough to get him to take the stupid ribbon off so you can actually get laid tonight. "I mean, you're sexy and all. But is your dick my anniversary present?"

"Absolutely," he says softly, reaching up to grab your hair, both his hands on the back of your head. He tugs you down for a kiss, biting at your lips and making little noises into your mouth when you press your tongue against his teeth. Sucks your tongue into his mouth, lifts his hips off the bed, searching for friction. So you give him just that—slide your hand down his chest then press your palm hard against his cock, smiling when he groans into the kiss.

"That's a present I could get behind, I guess," you breathe, pulling back from the kiss and sliding that stupid ribbon off of him. He shivers when you move your mouth to his neck, letting you mark his skin with a purple-red hickey and making a noise low in his throat. "Can your ass also be my present?"

He fakes thinking about that for a long time. Long enough for you to kiss your way down his chest and stomach, long enough for you to rub at his hipbones and tease the tip of his cock with your mouth. Long enough for you to frown up at him disapprovingly.

"You made fun of me for putting a bow on my dick, then you ask me if my ass can be your anniversary present." He laughs, pulls himself away from your mouth and rolling so he's on his stomach. Lifts his hips so you've got easier access. "That's stupid."

"I live to be stupid," you breathe, taking his hips in both hands and leaning down to give his ass cheek a kiss.

"I think you live to kiss my ass."

"I think you live to shhh."

Then, just to make sure he shuts up, you spread his ass cheeks and press your tongue against his hole. He gasps, presses back against your face and lets you slide your tongue into him. Spread his cheeks with both your thumbs and push his hips up so you have easier access.

"Fuck," he groans, presses his face against the pillow. You catch him reaching down to touch himself, too, only for you to slap his hand away so you can touch him yourself.

Matt makes the most beautiful noises, too. Little gasps and whimpers and whines. You love every second of it.

When you pull back for a breath, you ask, "is that good?"

The only way he can even respond anymore is with a nod and a wiggle of his hips, wordlessly begging you to keep going.

Instead, though, you pull back completely, pull your shirt off over your head. Kick your pants and boxers off, too, since you figure you aren't going to need those for the rest of the night. It makes him whine when your belt hits the floor, so you smile at him.

"Have some patience, baby," you whisper, hand on his hip, thumb spreading his ass open again. "I'm gonna give you a good time."

Matt sighs at you, lets himself relax a bit, lets his body droop. So you get the lube, slick your fingers up, and slide two in, biting your lip when it makes his whole body arch up beneath you. You press one finger against his prostate, giving it the gentlest rub, letting out a soft laugh when that makes him keen almost as loudly as he can.

"I need you to just fuck me," he groans, pressing back against your fingers some more and forcing you to angle them to press right against his prostate. "Joel, please."

"God, it's like you've been waiting all day for this or something. You act like I never touch you." You pull your fingers out of him, slide them down his balls and wrap your fingers around his cock, giving it a little tug. "How bad do you need it?"

"Bad," he groans, long and drawn out and whiny. "Please, please!"

You don't want to push him too far. Not really. So you get your cock good and lubed up, press against his hole, and let out a long sigh when you slide in, shutting your eyes and pressing all the way into him. Just letting yourself enjoy how tight Matt feels around you.

"So big," he moans, pressing his face into the pillow again and lifting his hips to press them more properly against yours. "Come on and fuck me, stop screwing around!"

"Whiner," you growl, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.

It shuts him up when you start really moving, turns him into a whimpering mess. Makes him keen when you slam right into his prostate, makes him beg you for more. You adore him. You adore the sounds he makes and the way he moves against you and the way he screams when you start pounding him hard.

The best part of it, though, has to be the noises he starts to make as he gets closer—constant grunts and little whimpers until he's finally so close to the edge that his muscles start to tighten around you. His hands grip the sheets so hard his knuckles are turning white, and he presses his face harder into the pillow to muffle all the noises he's making, only to turn so he can yell, "I'm close, I can't— I can't hold it in anymore, Joel, I'm gonna come!"

You reach around him, grab his cock hard and give it a few good strokes before he's shooting onto the bedsheets, his whole body tightening up all at once.

Even when he's finished, you don't stop. You need to finish, too, and you love nothing more than when he gets so oversensitive he's almost in tears. You keep pounding into him, keep stroking his now-softening dick, keep your body pressed down hard against his. Matt's fucking perfect and you won't ever get over that. You love it. You love every part of him, every second of the lovemaking, every little sound and move he makes. You love him.

"You take too long," he whimpers, voice straining as he tries hard not to collapse underneath you. "Joel, please, I need you to come!"

In the end, that's what sends you over the edge. The way he says your name, the way he begs you to fill him up—you can't deny him. You're coming hard into his ass, thrusts slowing down as you finish your climax and finally pull out of him.

That's when he collapses, his stomach rested right on the spot where he came. You think he's too tired to really care, and you're alright with that.

"Happy anniversary," you mumble, flopping down next to him and wrapping your arms around him, forcing him to roll to his side so you can pull him to your chest. You don't care that he's sticky, or that he got you sticky, too—just that you can be this close to him.

"Yeah," he whispers, trying his hardest to catch his breath. "Happy anniversary."

You mostly want to go to sleep, now, but you also still haven't had dinner. So you reach to the bedside table for your phone, then call for a pizza. He doesn't mind not cooking, you're sure, so why should you? You let out a long sigh as you hang up, relaxing in bed and then reaching to your side table again for your pack of cigarettes.

You put one in his mouth, lighting it for him, then take it from him once he's had a drag off it, taking a drag yourself.