“You know,” Gregory snapped, scowling as he leaned back against the headboard, “I *am* your boyfriend. Would it really be asking too much for you to be attracted to me?”

“Sorry,” Matt muttered, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I thought I’d get into the mood, but I’m not. Maybe if you’d dye your hair blonde, like I asked - ”

“I don’t want to fucking dye my hair blonde!” Gregory yelled, scowling at his lover. “Jesus Christ, Matt, I’m not Christian!”

Matt swallowed, turning his face away and staring at the wall. “I’m not thinking about Christian. I just think blondes are sexy. Maybe if you were willing to try something new, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“YOU wouldn’t have this problem,” Gregory growled. “I’VE got no fucking problem, besides the fact that my boyfriend’s a lousy bastard who’s panting after someone else.”

Matt shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I’ve been over Christian for a long time. You’re the one who can’t get your jealousy under control.”

“Oh, right.” Gregory sighed, frowning at the opposite wall. It was quiet for a moment, then Gregory threw off the covers, climbing out of bed. “You know what?” he spat, “Fuck this!” He walked over to the chair upon which his clothes lay neatly folded, pulling on his shirt.

“Where the hell are you going?” Matt demanded.

“I,” Gregory replied, slipping into his jeans, “am going to find someone who IS attracted to me.”

“You are NOT going to go out and fuck some random whore!” Matt scowled at Gregory from the bed.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to!” Gregory snapped. He stepped into his boots and zipped them up, heading for the door.

“Hey!” Matt leapt out of bed, blocking the exit. “You are not going anywhere, especially not out looking for a trick!”

“Why shouldn’t I, Matt?” Gregory threw his hands up in the frustration. “You don’t want me! You want some guy who used you for attention when his boyfriend wasn’t around!”

Matt’s jaw quivered, and he swallowed hard. He was still for a moment, then lunged forward, seizing Gregory into his arms. He captured Gregory in a passionate kiss, slipping his hands under the other man’s shirt. “I do want you,” he growled. He yanked off Gregory’s shirt, casting it onto the floor.

Gregory felt heat rising to his face. He felt something against his hip, glancing down and grinning. “Finally,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Matt’s neck and engaging him in a long, steamy kiss. He quickly unzipped his boots and kicked them off, kissing Matt with even more fervor as Matt pulled his jeans down.

“I want you,” Matt growled, hoisting his lover up and carrying him over to the bed, the contact of their lips never ceasing. Gregory fumbled on the nightstand for lube and a condom as he was laid on his back, Matt’s weight on top of him. He bit his lip in the brief pause as Matt slid on the condom, then he was gasping with the thrill of penetration.

“Yes,” he gasped, wrapping his arms around Matt neck and planting his heels on the mattress. “Mmm, mmm, yeah!” Matt kissed him relentless as they fucked, coming to shuddering climaxes just a moment apart.

“Oh, god.” Gregory closed his eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath. Matt rolled onto the mattress beside him, keeping a hand on Gregory’s stomach. “Now THAT,” Gregory murmured, laying his arm across Matt’s chest, “is what I’m talkin’ about!”



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