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Title: Mad Season 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Matt Stone/Eric Stough
Word Count: 5,226
Summary: Matt and Eric. Falling in love, breaking up, and coming back together when Eric realizes he's contracted HIV from another man. Your typical tragic love story as only these two can do it.
Warnings: BDSM, HIV-positive character, and eventual character death. Oh, and...yes, I'm warning for this: het.
Disclaimer: Matt Stone and Eric Stough own themselves. I'm certainly not saying this happened or ever would in real life except for the part where I have video of them both kissing boys, but whatever: semantics. I make no money off of this and write it simply for my own sick pleasure.
Thank You: To [ profile] dancinbutterfly for keeping me up to insane hours to write this even when sleep calls my name. ♥

Matt is attempting to cook dinner while he waits for Eric to get home from the gym when the phone rings. He flicks the switches off, wipes his hands on his dish towel, and grabs the phone.


"Matt? It's Dian."

"Oh. Hey. How's the knocked up not-a-girlfriend going?"

"Yeah, um. Can you go over to Trey's and check on him?"

"Huh? Why do I need to—"

"It's Shelley."

"What's Shelley?"

"The girl I got pregnant with twins. And Shelley made me call him to tell him tonight and then he hung up on me and you know how he overreacts—I swear he's the biggest drama queen I've ever met, and can you please just go there and check on him? I'm in Colorado, or I would."

"You told him?"

"She made me! I sure as hell didn't want to. Oh, and we're getting married, so...sometime this summer. Mark your calendar. You, Jason, and Trey—if he ever forgives me—are gonna be my usher guys. Eric, too, if he wants. Anyway. Please go check on him."

"All right. Going," Matt says, then jots down a note for Eric and leaves it on the door as he leaves.

By the time he gets there, Trey has already drank two beers and is sitting on the couch muttering, "Fucking traitor. Asshole. Jerk. My sister."

"Okay," Matt says, taking Trey's beer from him. "Dude. Chill the fuck out."

"It's not fair," Trey hiccups. "Fucking Dian gets a kid and a wife and I don't get either. I get a guy I'm not even in love with who fucks me sometimes 'cause I'm lonely."

"You're seriously not drunk enough to be talking like that."

"I know. That's what makes it worse."

" this about that or is it about the fact that it's Dian and your sister?"

"Both. Mostly the first thing but the second one doesn't hurt. I mean, god damn it, sisters are off limits. I'm not fucking your sister, am I? Or Eric's?"

"Um. No. For which we're both grateful, by the way."

"See? Exactly. He needs to just...keep his tiny little hobbit penis in his pants and leave my sister alone."

"It's a bit...late for that, isn't it?"

"Shut up. I'm the wronged party here."

Matt sighs. "So what do you want to do, Trey? Do you want to just keep drinking? Because that's seriously not gonna help you any."

"I was thinking of calling Adam. He always makes me feel better."

Matt sighs. "And this guy is just...fine with you using him like this?"

"He said that as long as I was okay with him dating other guys who were actually gay and wasn't trying to keep him to myself, then sex was sex and he liked me as a friend."

"I still think you need to find yourself a girl."

"And I will just as soon as the world stops screwing me over."

"So you're letting a guy screw you over until the world stops? You make absolutely no sense, Trey. You really don't."

"I know. I'm pathetic. But for fuck's sake, don't I deserve to be? After all this?"

"Yeah, man. You do. But you're being...I don't know. Self-destructive. All you've done since...since..."

"Since I lost my baby?"

Matt sighs. "Yes. Since you lost the baby. All you've done since then is drink and have sex with people you shouldn't."

"Adam's a nice guy."

"I'm sure he is, Trey. But he's a man. A gay man. And you're not. So even if he's okay with it and nice about it, it's still bad for you."

"That's between me and Adam," Trey says.

Matt sighs because it's not like he can argue with that. "All right. Since you're not gonna listen to reason, I'm gonna go home. I was cooking dinner when Dian called me and asked me to come check on you."

"Just as well," Trey says, shrugging. "'Cause I'm gonna call Adam in a minute and see if he'll come over."

Matt shakes his head. "Whatever you want, Trey. I can't stop you."


"You're stubborn, you know that?"

"Yep. Bye."


Two weeks later, it's time for the annual pre-season pep rally, so the entire crew and what feels like everyone they've ever met ends up crowded into Trey's house for pizza and a pep talk.

It's the first time Matt's actually been in a room with Adam since that night at the club, and he can't resist the urge to approach him and say, "Hi. I'm Matt. We met at MJ's."

"Oh, right. Hi. Adam Shankman."

"So and Trey, huh?"

Adam shrugs. "If you can call it that. But what about you? I saw you with a cutie that night."

"Eric. My partner."

Adam nods. "Hold onto that one, huh? He looked adorable." He smiles, the same one that made Matt give him a second look that first night.

"Yeah. Um. So...Trey's my best friend."

"I know. He talks about you a lot. Well, you and Eric. He keeps going on and on about how his life would be easier if he was gay. I think he kind of idolizes what you and Eric have."

"What, like he's jealous?"

"Sort of." Adam shrugs. "He'll get it. He just needs time to deal with that whole thing with his ex and the baby and now his friend marrying his sister, right?"

"Yeah," Matt says. "Um. you really think this is the best way for him to do it?"

Adam frowns thoughtfully. "I think...he knows what's best for him and if this makes him feel better..."

"Yeah, but—"

"I don't necessarily think you're wrong, I just think it's no one's place but Trey's to have an opinion about it."

Matt sighs. "And you're not just saying that 'cause you're getting sex out of it?"

"If I was that hard up, honey, there are other guys I could be getting it from. And occasionally do. But...the decision is up to Trey and this is what he's decided for now. Eventually he'll find himself a nice girl and he and I will just be friends and that's totally fine."

Matt realizes he's not going to get Adam as an ally in this so he excuses himself and heads through the crowd to find Eric, but ends up bumping into Ben instead.

"Woah, Matty. Where you been? I been looking for you."

"I was just talking to Adam."

"That guy is here?"



"Ben, he's not that bad. He's an okay guy."

"Yeah, sure. Don't even try to tell me you're happy about him fucking Trey."

"I'm not, but...that's Trey's doing, not his. You just can't stand the fact that Trey rejected you and not him."

"Yes," Ben says. "Yes. I am. I'm not hiding that, am I? I'm hotter than that bendy old queen, aren't I?"

"Sure, Ben."

"Then why the fuck did Trey pick him and not me?"

"I have no idea. You'd have to ask Trey, man. But don't take it out on Adam."

"You are such a traitor," Ben informs him. "You're a jerk and a traitor and when this ends in tragedy, it's on your shoulders."

"What? How's it on my shoulders?"

"'Cause didn't make Trey sleep with me."

"Make him? What?"

"I don't know!" Ben snaps, exasperated. "But it's totally your fault."

"How's it my fault and not yours?"

"Because I'm too pretty for it to be my fault. Duh."

"Look, you don't need to hook up with Trey. You hook up more than anyone ever should. So what are you complaining about?"

"It's like...the forbidden fruit. How am I supposed to not touch it?"

"I don't know, Ben. How are you dealing with not touching everyone else in the room?"

"I've either had, could have, or don't want to have everyone else in this room."

"You could not."

"Could so. But Trey? He's like...untouchable. It's driving me crazy."

"'re just gonna have to deal with it, okay? And I need to go find Eric, so..."

"Oh, sure, Matt. Abandon me in my hour of need."

"Need? This isn't need."

"You don't know me at all, do you?" Ben sighs.

"No, Ben. I don't. Now either deal with this or go home 'cause if I have to pull you off of Trey's leg later, I'm going to be forced to punch you and I really don't want to have to do that."

Ben waves him off so Matt makes his way through the crowd until he finds Eric, then tells him about his conversation with Adam. Eric shrugs, gives him a what can we do? look, and takes his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Matt decides to listen to Adam and Eric and just let Trey make the mistake on his own and stay out of it. It's not his business and, he decides, he wants no part of it.

Of course, it would figure that two weeks into the season, Matt catches the flu and has to stay at Trey's house to avoid passing it on to Eric.

The first night isn't too bad. Trey makes him chicken soup, or, rather, heats it up out of a can, and plies him with so much NyQuil that he sleeps for eighteen hours straight.

But the second night, he's lying awake, unable to sleep any more, and he can tell Trey doesn't realize he's awake because he and Adam are in the next room over and...well. Matt never figured Trey for a screamer, that's all.

He sighs, covers his ear with a pillow, and groans when he can still hear everything.

He picks up the phone, dials their house, and waits for Eric to answer.


"Hey, puppy."

He can see Eric's smile even over the phone.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"

"Can you not hear that noise? 'Cause that answers your question."

"Yeah, I can hear it. I just wasn't going to say anything. I thought you were watching porn and calling for phone sex."

Matt laughs and sniffs. "Honestly, I think I'm too sick for phone sex or porn. That's Trey and Adam."

There's silence, then Eric breathes, "Christ."

"That's what I said."

In the next room over, Trey makes some kind of noise that Matt really doesn't want to know the cause of and Eric chuckles in his ear.

"Aw. I'm sorry, baby. Maybe you'll be better soon."

Matt groans. "They've been at it for hour. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but it's been at least twenty minutes."

"Well...they'll probably be done soon. I mean, for crying out loud, how much can Trey take?"

"He keeps begging for more," Matt laments. "Like I'm not nauseated already."

Eric laughs. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"Not your fault."

"Kinda is," Eric points out.

"Well...I'd rather have to listen to Trey get fucked than get you sick, so. It's fine. Just...good God. I mean, they call us pillow-biters for a reason, you know. Trey could stand to actually do that. Might muffle the sound."

"He had to watch you get it once."

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?" Matt asks. "Seriously. You'd think he was getting killed over there but in like...all the good ways."

"Well...maybe he is," Eric teases. "You should go rescue him."

"And risk getting an eyeful of that? No thanks. He's on his own. Besides, I'm sick. I deserve to be able to rest, god damn it."

"Take some NyQuil, baby."

"I did. I slept for eighteen fucking hours. I can't sleep anymore. I just need to rest, except the fuck twins next door have been going at it for like, ever, and I can't."

"Just try to relax and tune them out."

"You do hear them, right? Because there's no tuning that out."

"Fair point."

"I want to come home," Matt whines. "I haven't seen you in two days. That's the longest I've been away from you since...since you lived in Colorado."

"I know," Eric says. "I want you to come home, too. But we can't take the chance."

"I know."

"But we were okay back then, right? So we'll be okay now. Just try to sleep it off and the time will go by faster."

Matt sighs. "How's Richie?"

"He's good. He misses Daddy Matt, but...he's good."

"And you? You're good?"

"I'm fine, baby. Better than you, probably."

"Ugh, don't tease me when I can't even breathe. It's just not fair."

Before Eric can argue back, Trey screams long and loud, and then the entire house falls silent.

"Did Trey just..."

"I think he did."

"You need to get better now," Eric says seriously. "I don't like you living in such a bad environment. It's not healthy."

"Save me," Matt says, only half-kidding.

"I want to, baby. You know I do."

Matt sighs. "Yeah. Ugh. Maybe if I just take enough NyQuil and lay really still, I'll pass out anyway."

"We can only hope," Eric replies. "Go to bed, baby. I'll see you in a couple days."

"Yeah," Matt says. "Good night, puppy."

"Night, Matt," Eric says back, and as soon as Matt hangs up the phone, he chugs half a bottle of NyQuil down in one go.

When he finally comes to, it's eight in the morning and the house is silent. He groans as he makes his way to the bathroom, blows his nose, and makes a vague attempt at making himself presentable.

He finally decides that's not going to happen and heads back down the hallway, stopping out of morbid curiosity to peak into Trey's bedroom.

He's alone on the bed, so Adam must've left the night before, and he's seemingly naked with a sheet covering the lower half of his body as he sleeps on his stomach. Matt shakes his head, shuts the door, and heads downstairs to put a pot of coffee on.

The smell must've woke Trey up, because ten minutes later, he stumbles downstairs in a pair of flannel pants and grabs a cup, then drops gingerly down into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Morning," he says, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," Matt answers.

"You feeling better?"

"I think the question is are you?"


"Dude, I think there are a couple of Marklars up there who didn't hear you screaming last night, but pretty much everyone else did."

Trey pales. "You heard that?"



"With my ears."

"I thought you were asleep."

"A rock couldn't sleep through that, Trey. I mean, dear God. I like getting fucked up the ass just as much as anyone, but for God's sake."

"Shut up," Trey grumbles.

"Why? You wouldn't."

"Look, I didn't know you were awake, okay? I wouldn't have called him if I'd known."

"Why'd you call him anyway?"

"Eric kept calling to check on you and for most of the day, you were asleep, so guess who had to field every single call? And...I don't know. When you're single, knowing your best friend has someone who will do shit like that for them pisses you off. So I called Adam."

"So you kept me awake in the most horrifying manner ever attempted because you're jealous that I have a partner?"

"Not intentionally, but yes. Anyway. Sorry. Didn't realize we had an audience."

"Since when do you care about having an audience?" Matt retorts.

Trey laughs. "Since when do you?"

"I wasn't the one—"

"Oh, please. I had to watch you get fucked. At least you only had to hear me."

"Right. Had to. Like you didn't get off on it."

Trey sighs. "Shut up. Just...shut up about that whole...thing."

Matt shrugs. "If that's what you want."

"It is. I want."

"Can I still talk about last night, though? 'Cause wow, you are such a bottom bitch, Trey. You really are. Like, I have met tiny little femme queens who aren't as big of a bottom bitch as you are."

"Shut. Up."

"I'm just stating fact, man. You are."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"If I had to listen to you actually do it, you can listen to me rip on you for it."

"I'm going back to bed," Trey groans.

"Can't. You have work. And since I can't go in to the office until I'm not contagious anymore, you have to take up the slack."

"You're such an asshole," Trey groans.

"Actually, I think last night says you're the—"

"Finish that sentence and get a face full of hot coffee, man. I'm so fucking serious."

"How many times have I told you that it's nothing to be ashamed about? Especially with the friends you've got 'cause every single one of us have done it, and in my case, have done it in front of you."

"It's just not right," Trey says. "For me. 'Cause of the being straight."

"I told you it had nothing to do with—"

"Whatever. It's too fuckin' early for this conversation. Go back to bed. Watch TV, eat chicken soup. There's cash in the top drawer of that table by the couch if you want to order lunch later. I'm gonna go get ready for work."

"Trey, come on, I was just teasing you."

Trey waves his hand vaguely and disappears up the stairs to get ready. Matt should probably follow and just go back to bed, especially since his head is currently throbbing like he never thought possible, but he's not really done talking to Trey about this yet so he stays at the table and waits.

When Trey finally comes back downstairs, he spots Matt and heads for the front door, but Matt follows him and holds the door shut.

"Come on, dude. I was just joking. Who the fuck cares what you like in the sack, right?"

"I do because it makes no sense."

"Sure it does."

"No, Matt. It doesn't. What straight guy hooks up with a guy all the time? Or just likes doing it that way period? I don't get it, man. I like it. I like it a lot. But I just want to see a pair of tits. Why can't I get it and see a pair of tits?"

"Because you're doing it with a guy, dude. Go back to doing it with a girl and you can."

"I can't tell a girl I want this. Don't you get that? It's I'm a...well, a gay man trapped in a straight person's body or something. I like chicks but I like the way that feels."

"So do it with a chick, Trey. How is this a complicated concept for you?"

"It just is, okay? And it's not right that I like girls and like that, too."

"Dude, it's just sex. Whatever you like is just...what you like. And there are girls who like to do that to guys, too. So just find one of those and date her."

"Yeah? And where am I supposed to find one of those girls at, Matt? Closing my eyes and doing eeny-meeny-miney-mo?"

"No. A fetish club is a good place for it. Or just go into a sex shop and hang around the strap-ons until a girl you're into wanders by. Plenty of ways if you'd just stop feeling sorry for yourself and hooking up with a guy for no reason at all."

"Not for no reason," Trey grumbles. "I mean, hi, you heard how good the sex was. And he's nice. And he has a nice smile and—"

"Okay. Seriously. The man-crush thing was cute months ago when this got going, but it's just not anymore, man. You don't lust after him."


"Look. I don't just love Eric. I love him a lot, but underneath that, there's this...this need like he can never touch me enough. Like I have to have him and kiss him and all that stuff. It's got nothing to do with how much I love him, it's just...animal want. And you don't have that for Adam. You might like the sex and you might think he's nice and cute, but unless there's always raw lust in the back of your mind for him, then just thinking he has a nice smile and is a good fuck isn't enough. So end it and find yourself a girl already. Geez. Why do I have to explain this to you all the time? You'd think eventually you'd get it."

"I do get that," Trey says. "I do. I don't lust after Adam. I admit that. But look, it's...I'll deal with it, okay? It's my problem, anyway."

"I know, Trey. I just...I worry about you. It's're too afraid of getting hurt with women again, so you're sleeping with guys because it's 'safe.'"

Trey stares at him, then wrenches the door open and leaves without another word.

Matt calls after him as he climbs in his car and starts the engine, but Trey doesn't stop and there's nothing he can do but watch him drive away.


Shelley has the twins in late November and they're all too swamped to fly to Colorado until a few weeks before Christmas. Matt can tell it's bothering Trey to not have met his niece and nephew yet, but finally they finish the last episode of the season and the three of them board a plane together.

Trey's staying with his parents in Conifer and Matt and Eric are staying with Dorothy and Phil, so it works out that they get to go to Shelley and Dian's together to meet the twins for the first time.

Dian seems wary of them, or maybe just Trey, when he opens the door, but lets them inside to where Shelley is holding one of the babies in her arms while rocking the other's bassinet gently with her foot.

She's sweaty, tired, flushed, and underneath that, beautiful in the way that only new mothers can be and she gives them her best smile as they file into the living room to see her.

"Hey," she says, shifting the baby in her arms. "You guys finally decided to come see me?"

Trey breaks away from the rest of them and kneels down beside her to get a better look at the babies.

"They're beautiful," he breathes. "Which one is this?"

"This is Samuel James and that," she indicates the baby in the bassinet, "is Allison Michelle."

"Can I hold one?"

"Yeah. Allison. But be careful."

"I know how to hold a baby."

"No, you don't. So be careful."

Trey picks up Allison out of the bassinet, then sits down beside Shelley on the couch and holds her gently. Matt's never been religious and he knows neither has Trey, but he's pretty sure that the look on Trey's face is the closest he'll ever get to a religious experience.

Dian sits by Shelley on the arm of the couch, touching his son's nose lightly and smiling before looking up at Matt and Eric, still hanging by the door.

"Did you want to hold Sammy?" he asks. "They can hold Sammy, right, Shelley?"

She nods. "Sure. C'mere."

She holds out the baby and Matt hesitates for just a second too long so Eric steps forward to take the baby instead. He shifts and settles Sam in his arms, then walks him over to Matt to let him see.

"Cute little thing, isn't he?" he asks, but Matt can't actually look at the baby's face.

He can't take his eyes off the bigger picture, the fact that Eric is standing beside him holding a baby and smiling. It's an image he's imagined countless times, but he never quite got it right because the real thing is better.

"Matt?" Eric asks, frowning. "You okay?"

Matt shakes his head and smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, he's cute."

Eric grins and carefully adjusts the baby to make sure he has his head supported well.

"You sure you're okay? You keep staring at me."

" Holding a baby."

Eric frowns. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Matt answers. He reaches out to touch the baby's hand and strokes it gently. "He's adorable."

"Yeah, but you're staring at me, not him, so...why?"

"I've know. Been wanting to see that for a while. It's nothing, really."

Almost as if speaking for him, Trey sighs loudly and announces, "I want one."

Eric frowns. " on."

"I didn't say anything," Matt says defensively.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because...because we just can't and this really isn't the time or the place to be having this discussion."

"Fine," Matt says. "Dian, I think Sam wants to hang out with his daddy now. Come get him?"

When Sam is back in Dian's arms, Matt tugs Eric along onto the porch. It's freezing cold and they have to stand huddled together to keep their teeth from chattering, but finally Matt says, "You agreed to at least consider having a kid. That's why we bought a house with four bedrooms."

"Yeah, in the future, Matt. Like...future. When we've been together for awhile and—"

"Five years. Our five-year anniversary was two months ago. That excuse doesn't work anymore."

"Okay, how about our jobs? That a good enough excuse? We work too fucking much to have a child."

"No, we don't. We have like...months off every year."

"And in the between times, we don't."

"We work as much as everyone else in the world does, and they all have kids and are fine."



"I just..."


"I just don't think I'd be a very good dad. I mean...look at me. I'm sick and we don't know how long I'll even be around and..."

"That one doesn't work, either. You're doing really good, health-wise."

"Doctor Bright said he wanted to start me on anti-virals within the next year."

"So? That doesn't mean you're sick. Look, Eric...every reason you can come up with, I can give you a reason why we should. We want a family. Period. So let's have one."

"How, Matt? How are we going to have a family?"

"We can adopt, we can do a surrogacy, we can go in there and steal Allison..."

Eric laughs. "Stop it. You're not allowed to make me laugh right now."

"Puppy, there are lots of ways to make a family and we love each other enough to try. Can't we try? It'll be at least a year before the baby actually gets here, anyway, you know."

"I's a lot to take on, you know?"

"Yeah. I know. But we can do it. We've practically raised Trey."

Eric snickers. "I told you not to make me laugh."

"Wasn't trying. I was being serious. He's an over-grown man-child and we've raised him together. And we take good care of Richie."

"Richie and Trey aren't babies. Despite evidence to the contrary in the latter case."

"But we can do it, Eric. We can. I want to be a daddy and I want to do it with you, so...let's have a family."

Eric sighs. "We can look into it. And then we'll make a decision once we have the facts. Fair enough?"

"Yeah. That's fair."

Eric nods. "Want to go see the babies again? Since you're so fond of them and I'm freezing my balls off out here?"

"Yeah," Matt answers, taking his hand as they step back into the warmth of the house.

They hang around with Shelley and Dian for a few hours, but finally Shelley kicks them out so she can breastfeed and since none of the three of them are particularly inclined to disagree with that, they drop Trey off at his parents' before driving back to Dorothy and Phil's.

When they get there, Eric parks the car and leans his seat back, then rolls over on his side and looks at Matt.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking," Eric answers.

"Okay, what are you looking at?"


"Are you stuck in state-the-obvious mode?"


"Freak," Matt mutters and reaches for the door, but Eric hits the lock button on his side.


"You know our room is right next to my parent's, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So...we can't do anything in there."

"I know. But we're going home in a few days, so..."

"So we should take advantage of being out here in the car."

"Where there are windows and people could see?"

"Since when do you care about people watching us?" Eric teases.

"I do care. Just 'cause it happened that one time..."



"I've been thinking about sucking your cock pretty much all day. The only reason I didn't drag you to the restroom on the airplane and do it there is because of that guy who was sitting in the aisle seat. I figured it was too much trouble to ask him to move when I could just wait and do it now. Here. In the car. Like it's high school or something and we could get caught. So let me do it, baby. Please?"

Matt groans. "Puppy..."

Eric licks his lips. "Please?"

Matt nods and flicks the button open on his jeans, loosening them enough to take his cock out. Eric grins like a kid who's just been given a brand new toy and leans across the seat to claim it.

It takes a lot of maneuvering before he can wrap his lips around it and Matt can tell that even then, he's not really comfortable, but from the way he flicks his tongue against the ridge of Matt's cock, Eric must not care.

He pulls back and kisses the vein on the underside, sucking at it slightly, before taking Matt into his mouth completely and wrapping his hand around what he can't fit inside.

Matt moans his name and Eric pulls off of him long enough to nuzzle at his thigh in response before taking him in again and working his tongue around the shaft.

He pets Eric's hair as he sucks him, mostly to give himself something to do with his hands other than push Eric further down onto his cock, and whimpers when Eric lets the tip of Matt's cock push past his gag reflex and into his throat.

"Fuck, Eric. Fuck, puppy. Can't...fuck."

It's insane that Eric not only can reduce him to incoherent goo, but that he actually wants to. Between that and the knowledge that they're going to be looking into how to have a baby together and what that means about how much Eric loves's just a lot to process and he comes so hard he's pretty sure he blacks out.

When he comes to, Eric is smirking at him with a thin trail of Matt's come running down his chin and it shouldn't be sexy. It just shouldn't. But Matt can't resist the urge to lick it off and then kiss Eric deeply, not even caring that most of what he can taste is his own come.

"That's what you've been wanting to do all day?"



Eric shrugs. "I don't know. I just...wanted to suck you. Is that so crazy?"

"No. Just...yeah. It's crazy."

Eric laughs. "You want to have a baby with me but you think me wanting to suck you off is crazy?"

"I think we're both crazy. But in like, the awesome way."

Eric kisses him again and when they finally part for air, Matt makes him come so hard he bites Matt's shoulder and leaves marks.

[ Part 11 ]


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