It starts as a solid pressure, but Matt relaxes and lets Robert lick his way past the seam of his mouth. He welcomes the intrusion, dancing with his tongue before pushing past Robert’s lips and exploring.
Robert’s arms are busy holding himself upright, but Matt’s hands are free to wander, to map out the body changed by time. His deltoids, his biceps—everything is so much bigger, so much more toned than his memory of him is.
Robert shifts his weight to one side and cradles Matt’s jaw with his free hand. As Matt’s tongue gains more confidence, more control, Robert’s feather light touch travels downwards. He grazes over Matt's neck, peeking under the fabric of his shirt to trace his collarbone.
Matt shivers with it and breaks from the kiss to gasp.
“Sorry.” Robert’s breath is warm, inches from Matt’s mouth. “I got—got carried away. We can go slow.”
“I don’t need slow.” Matt surges up and captures Robert’s lips again, his fingers tightening around his golden locks, pulling him closer.
“Nmmph!”
Robert loses his balance and falls, his body crashing down against Matt. The sudden weight spurs him on, and Matt rocks up with the motion of their mouths.
He’s painfully hard, but there’s no room to be embarrassed this time. Robert thrusts his own hardening cock against his hip, his freed hands searching, grasping, pulling Matt closer.
They’re teenagers again, giddy in their excitement. It’s all new, but it’s all familiar. Now that the dam has finally broken, there’s frantic hunger in their touches.
Robert breaks away and asks, “Can I?—?”
“Yes!” Matt says, chasing his mouth again. “Whatever you want.Please!”
Robert sits upright. Before Matt can complain, he grabs the back collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it onto the floor.
Time has been kind to Robert. Even kneeling in a bed, he’s more cut than he has any right to be. Defined abs, pecs, and even that stupid little V in his hips that no real human man has.
Matt reaches out, trailing a light finger down the bumps of his muscles. “You’re unreal.” Anyone with half a brain can tell Matt has nothing exciting hiding under his clothes. “That’s so fuckin’ infuriating.”
“Your turn.”
“I shoulda gone first.” Matt shimmies his shirt off and drops it next to his side of the bed for later. “You set the bar too high. Now I’m just—” He gestures down to his more-average athletic male body.
“Well, yeah.” Robert snorts as he unfolds his too-long legs and hops off the bed. “Be weirder if you became some bodybuilder overnight.”
“Overnight? Is that what we’re calling nine years?”
“Our ice baths are right next to each other.” Robert rifles through Matt’s luggage without asking. It’s like they’ve fallen back in time. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve looked.”
Matt flushes when he answers, “I never looked.”
“Yeah, cause you’d just get hard.” There’s something frustratingly refreshing about his confidence.
“Difficult to do in an ice bath.”
“You’re very difficult.” Robert makes an excited noise and holds up his prize, a bottle of lube. “Now, where are your condoms?”
“I don’t have condoms.”
“You don’t have condoms?” Robert finally turns away from the suitcase, his head cocked to the side with a questioning tilt. “None?”
There's no reason for him to. “I don’t mind going without.”
“You don’tmindbarebacking?” Robert huffs when he stands up again, though Matt’s not sure why. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“I dunno, we get tested for stuff all the time.”
“Stuff?You’re not interested in your STI panel?”
