Fin & Matt by Charlie Winters Read Free Book Online

the quasi-separate living space.  A gray, prison-like bathroom housing a single-stall shower and pedestal sink.
    “Where do you sleep?” I asked.
    He pointed to the loveseat.  “It pulls out.”
    “Jesus, Matt.  You’ve gotta move out of here.”
    “Five more years,” he replied.
    “No, Matt.  I mean now.”  I looked around again.  “You’ve got like ten things.  We’ll take them to the Goodwill and you can move into my place.  My couch pulls out too.  You can sleep there if you want.”
    He smiled.  “If I’m going to stay with you, I don’t want to sleep on the couch.  But… that’s a null point because I’m not moving in with you.”
    “Oh.”
    He leaned over and kissed me gently, a wet sound arising from our lips.  “Not because of you, Fin.  It’s because I don’t need fixing.”
    I gestured to the small apartment.  “Oh, yes, you do.  This here?  This needs fixing.  Even if we did fix it?  The neighborhood is still shit, Matt.  I don’t feel safe with you here.  Stay with me.  You can save your money.”
    “No, Fin.  I’m fine.”
    “Matt—”
    “I said I’m fine!” he clipped.
    I lifted my hands in defeat.  “Fine.”
    He moved close and wrapped his arms around my waist.  “I’m sorry.  Listen.  I don’t want help.  I hope you don’t think I’m not grateful.  I’m just… broke.  I told you that.  I don’t want you for the money, don’t you get that?  I want you .”
    I nodded.  “Okay.  Just… pack something.  Just a bag, okay?  I’m not asking you to move in, but just a few things.”
    “What, you don’t want to stay here tonight?” he teased.
    I snorted a short laugh.  “Just pack.”
     
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    Matt brushed his hand against mine, his fingers tickling the inside of my palm.  I shivered before picking up a small bar of plastic wrapped soap and lifting it to my nose.  “This is nice,” I said, holding it out to him.
    He took it from my hand, brushing our fingers together purposefully.  “It is nice, but I like the body wash you use better.  It goes with that scent you wear.”
    I scoffed.  “How do you know what scent I wear?”
    He lifted his wrist and extended it for me to smell.  “It was on your counter.  I used it this morning.  Then I googled it and found out you paid over a hundred bucks for less than an ounce.  I nearly died.”
    “I like it on you better,” I responded, picking up a bottle of shaving balm.
    He leaned in close and pressed his nose to my neck.  “Trust me.  It works on you.”
    I watched as he walked over to a wooden rack, fingering various cotton briefs before checking the price tags.  The overly snug fit of his jeans sent a flush over my body.  He picked up a pair of periwinkle Paul Smith microfiber low-rise underwear and held them over the front of his jeans.
    “What do you think?” he asked.  “I’ve always wanted a pair of these.”
    I swallowed heavily and cleared my throat.  “Nice.”
    “Not as nice as the ones you were wearing last night.  The obscene Armani trunks.”  His voice was low, oozing sex and virility.
    Jesus.
    “I need a new duvet,” I responded, changing the subject.
    Matt walked behind me, his hand tracing my spine.  “Bedding?”
    “Are you hungry?”
    Matt laughed.  “We ate an hour ago.”
    “Coffee?” I suggested.
    “Mexican hot chocolate?” he countered.  “It’s my favorite.  Cinnamon… hot pepper…”
    Shit.
    “Bedding?”
    He chuckled again.  “I just said that.”
    I ran my hand through my hair.  “Yeah, sorry.  You want to help me pick something out?  I just have that old blanket now.  My old duvet is at my parents’ house.  I don’t want to take it – they might need it for guests or something.”
    I was babbling and I knew it.  Matt knew it.
    “Why are you acting nervous?” he asked.  He moved close, looking down into my eyes as he entwined his fingers in mine.  “I’ve had your cock in my mouth.  It’s