Who You Think About in Bed

Matt stepped on to the tour bus. Checking around he realizes that it's only him and one other on board. A smile tugs at his lips knowing it's exactly who he had hoped it would be. He looked up silently thanking whoever made this happen. Without any doubt Matt knew that neither person was leaving this bus until things were finally settled.

"Oh hey Matt. I didn't know you were back." A voice says.

"Hey. Yeah I just needed to get some fresh air." Matt answers.

Looking around the person notices the bus is empty except for the two of them. "Where is every..."

The words are halted as Matt presses his lips to the other's mouth. Matt didn't waste a moment slipping his tongue in once the mouth opened in a shocked manner. He was in for a shock of his own when their tongues start tangling together.

Matt runs his hands underneath the t-shirt of his lover. His hands run over every single supple millimeter of it to his memory. He was hoping to call upon it another day should this only be a one time occurrence.

Their lips are parted only long enough for their shirts to be shed and tossed aside. Fingers trace the top of Matt's jeans testing along his skin. The hand slides down his pants aiming straight for the prize. Matt's cock hardens farther at the touch. < p>

Matt reaches down undoing the button and tearing down the zipper then pushes his pants down allowing for more room the belt making a thunk sound as it hits the floor. His eyes are glued to the hand stroking his dick visible through his boxer shorts.

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