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“Mum just went to the loo and washed her hands next to Olivia Coleman,” Matt whispered. “She just texted and…she’s like totally flustered.”
“I’ll get her do a meet-and-greet later. I’ll ask Lucia to arrange it.” I picked up my own phone to send off instructions to do just that. Lucia managed everyone and knew full well that when I asked for something, it wasn’t because I was an idiot with delusions of grandeur. I just sometimes needed things done. Nice things. For nice people.
Like making sure Aisha got the job. Like giving Dave a raise and keeping him on my books. Like…like…
“I need the loo,” Matt whispered, standing up to move out of our row of seats. We were still on a break, and I could really do with just stretching my legs, so I followed him. One of the security dudes nervously let us know that we needed to be back in our seats in seven minutes.
“Seven minutes,” I whispered to Matt, grabbing his hand as we walked along to the loos.
“Plenty of time.” He grinned. He knew exactly what I was up to. What he was up to. And neither of us needed the toilet.
I pushed him into the first cubicle, turning around to lock the door as Matt got his trousers undone and I wasted no time pulling them down over his hips. And his underwear. Whoops! His arse landed heavily on the toilet seat as I got down on my knees.
We didn’t need seven minutes. We needed…well…two, max, looking at the state of Matt’s dick.
I was good at this. Really good. And I didn’t even need an intimacy coordinator or a script these days as I licked around the head of his swollen cock and gently sucked at the tip.
Was Matt enjoying it? I’d say so, the way his hands were clamped against the walls and his leg kicked out to the side as I swallowed him down and then slowly rose up, licking trails along the way. My hand played with his balls, his legs spreading a little further as I unbuttoned myself and teased my dick out.
“Fuck this.” Matt groaned. “Let me up so I can turn around and then just bloody fuck me, baby.”
“Not enough time,” I gasped as he did exactly that. Dragged me up with him and presented me with that delicious arse of his.
“Plenty of time. Here. Lube.”
That was my Matt. Always prepared. His pockets always contained a blister pack of paracetamol, my favourite chewing gum, a pen and small, handy packets of lube.
His fingers were already playing with his opening, softening him up as I coated myself in smooth silk.
“Four minutes to go,” he panted. “Go hard and fast.”
There were other people coming and going into the loos, but I didn’t honestly care. There was music playing loudly over the speakers and noise from the main hall blending with the moans coming out of Matt’s mouth as I lined up my dick and pushed.
Hard.
He’d asked for it, and I would never say no to this. A hard, fast fuck in a small space where I could let go of the world and just be me.
I was a dirty fucker, and this was my jam. My dick buried so deep inside of him that I practically saw stars, his hand flying back to join mine on his hip, our fingers tangling as another deep moan escaped his mouth.
“Come on, don’t hold back,” he teased.
I’d been scared to hurt him at the beginning, but we’d practised. A lot. Making these moments count, where he was in unfamiliar situations and I needed grounding and we both knew that perhaps sex wasn’t always the right solution, but for us, like this, when the world became too big, and we just needed the space around us to shrink, it was perfect.
“Gonna come,” he huffed out, his hand back pumping his dick, the other holding him up over the toilet seat as I shifted my feet to get a better angle. Then I pulled out. Slammed back in. Pounded him at speed as his moans grew into a constant roar.
I came. I knew I would, but it still blinded me. Completely. My mouth hung slack, and I was quite sure I was drooling down my chin. I managed to compose myself enough to wipe it off with the back of my hand and tug at Matt’s jacket as he clumsily stood himself up, his hand full of cum and his breath all ragged.
“You’re a terror,” he mumbled as I buried my face in his back.
“Just needed you,” came out of my mouth.
I did. I always did. He calmed me. Soothed me. Put me back together again when I forgot who I was. Deep down, I’d always known, but it was still a shock every time I realised that he was mine. That he loved me back. That I was…special. I’d never felt special, but to Matt, I was. I was just as important to him as he was to me. Knowing that, and that it was true, always made me well up.
I wasn’t going to cry. I was NOT going to cry in the men’s room at the British National Television Awards.
“One minute, muffin,” he said softly, kissing my lips.
He was pulling my trousers up, fastening my belt as I fiddled with the zip. My legs were still shaking, and he was laughing as he let himself out of the cubicle and went to wash his hands.
