His Secret

60. Matías

CHAPTER SIXTY

MATíAS

It’s seven-twenty when my phone rings. When I see Adrian’s name on the screen, I breathe a sigh of relief as my heart begins to race.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Hey. Are you busy?”

I mute the TV and lean back into my couch. “No. What are you up to?”

He sighs. “I’m in a hotel. Just got done eating. Now I’m lying on the bed before I shower and call it a night.”

“How was today?”

Another long exhale. “It was fine. My dad had a whole conversation planned, but at the end of it, he said he was beginning to understand my situation, because it was mirroring his own situation with his father. He couldn’t see that he was exactly who he was trying to run away from. But he also said that back in college, he didn’t want me to ruin my life over someone who wouldn’t be in it forever. He didn’t believe I was gay, and thought I was just giving it the good ol’ college try.” He laughs humorlessly. “Said I must like you a lot now, though.”

My lips stretch into a small smile. “And do you? Like me a lot now.”

“Mm. Maybe,” he replies, and I can hear the smile through his words.

“Interesting. What about your mom? Charlotte?”

“Mom overheard everything. I was telling Dad that he could accept me or not, but that I was no longer afraid of him. That I no longer cared. He brought up the fact that I couldn’t have kids, and his legacy would die with me. I guess he thought I couldn’t run a company if I was gay. You know, because it does affect job capabilities,” he says with a scoff. “Anyway, she simply said she heard and that when it came down to it, if it was a life without me or a life with me and whichever man I chose to be with, then she chose me.”

“That’s nice,” I reply.

“Yeah. Charlotte was still upset, which I get, but I think we’ll be okay. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I have hope we’ll maintain some semblance of a friendship. She’s gonna let me know when she’s going back home for her stuff. She’s trying to figure out what she wants to do. Where she wants to live. I told her I’d help her, but I don’t know.”

“You’re a good guy, Adrian.”

He scoffs. “Not sure about that.”

“No, you are. What happened between us doesn’t mean you don’t have a good heart. We’re all imperfect, but we’re the sum of every decision we make, not just the bad ones. The good in you outweighs any of the bad.”

He’s quiet for a little while. “Thanks.”

“So, you’re about to get in the shower?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“You should FaceTime me and set your phone on the bathroom counter. Let me watch you.” After a beat of silence, I say, “It’s only fair. I gave you a show. ”

“Hmm.”

Noise in the background lets me know he’s moving around. A few seconds later, my phone beeps, and when I look at the screen, I see he’s started a video call.

I press the button and the room comes into view. He’s already propped the phone up in the bathroom, because I watch him walk toward the shower where he opens the glass door and turns on the water.

He walks off screen, but reappears a few seconds later. I watch as he begins to undress, taking off his plain white T-shirt and dropping it to the floor. He gives me his back when he takes off his pants, bending over slightly to get them off around his ankles.

A hum of appreciation rumbles in my throat.

Once he’s naked, he turns to the side slightly, letting me see his half-hard cock before he moves to get into the shower.

It’s about three feet from where the phone rests, and though he leaves the glass door open, my view gets skewed when he moves forward, covered by the glass.

He’s teasing me, but I don’t hate it.

After he’s soaped up his body, he appears back in the doorway, making a show of cleaning his cock. His hand runs up and down the length a few times, soap suds hiding the beautiful shaft.

His body becomes a blur behind the glass when he steps up to wash his hair, but soon enough, he’s back in view. He gives me every angel as he bends and twists to clean every part of his body. I get the perfect view of his ass from the side and from the back. My eyes track the muscles in his thighs and arms as water cascades over them. He finally gives me a frontal view, his hands running through his hair.

I shift, putting a hand in my pants to grab my cock, and then he leans against the wall of the shower, his hand going to his shaft.

He tugs on it, eyes closed as he gets himself fully erect. My own hand moves up and down, and I quickly tug my pants down past my ass and free my cock from the confines of my boxer-briefs.

Adrian moans and it sends a jolt of lust up my spine. I sit up straighter, watching closely as he strokes himself. A couple minutes later, he stops, turning off the water.

He walks out of the shower, dripping wet and rock hard. I’m transfixed as he gets closer to the screen, his cock staring straight at me.

Off screen he reaches for something, but then his hand is back on his shaft, and I realize he got some lotion.

I thank the heavens for low counters and tall men because he’s able to stroke himself directly in front of me without anything blocking him.

His tip is engorged and dark pink, and I wish I could put it in my mouth.

“Oh, god,” he moans, setting me on fire. “Fuck.”

I can’t see his face, but his voice and the visual in front of me is perfect. I spit in my palm and stroke a little faster.

Another sinful moan leaves his lips. It’s almost whimpery. It’s that desperate sound he makes when he’s so close to coming.

My tongue swipes at my lip as I await his release.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Matías,” he says, voice like gravel. “I’m coming.”

The muscles in his stomach flex and then white ribbons of cum shoot out, landing on the countertop.

“Ah,” he grunts. “Fuck.” He sucks in a breath and releases a shuddery exhale.

His body continues to jerk and spasm as I watch every drop of his release leave his body and be wasted on the granite fucking counter.

“Let me see your ass,” I say in a commanding voice, but it’s a plea. I’d beg if he asked me to.

He steps away, the sink coming on briefly before he’s back. He lifts the phone, his slightly flushed face appearing on the screen.

“I thought you were supposed to be quiet.”

“There are no rules,” I say. “Now show me your ass. I want to come imagining I’m filling you up.”

His teeth bite into his lip. “That might be enjoyable.”

“You like that?” I ask, languidly stroking myself as I wait. “The idea of me coming in your ass? Watching it drip out of you? Eating it out of you?”

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so filthy.”

“I’d do despicable things to you. With you. For you,” I say. “I’d do anything.”

There’s some noise on the other end, and then the phone gets placed down, facing the bed.

Adrian climbs over the covers, looking over his shoulder to see if he’s in view.

“Perfect,” I say. “Fucking perfect.”

On all fours, his ass is displayed to me. He reaches around and runs his finger over his hole, before pulling his cheek to the side, really spreading himself open.

“Ah fuck,” I groan.

He arches his back even more, his front half low to the bed as his ass stays perched in the air.

My eyes watch his hole as he clenches it, then drop to his balls and cock hanging between his legs.

Everything about him is a work of art.

“God, Adrian,” I moan. “You drive me crazy.”

It doesn’t take long before my orgasm is rearing up .

“I’m about to come. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” I cry.

He looks over his shoulder, and at the first spurt of cum, he turns around. I don’t see anything after that, because my eyes are squeezed closed as I come all over myself.

When I finally open my eyes, I find Adrian lying on his back, the phone above him as he watches.

I angle the phone at my cock and hand, giving it a few more strokes, squeezing the remaining cum from the tip.

“Mm,” he hums. “You made a mess.”

“Yeah. Gonna need to change clothes.” I exhale, sinking into the couch.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

I bring my face into the screen, an exhausted smile on my lips. “I still have plans for us.”

“Well, I’m free.”

My smile widens. “That’s good to hear.”

“I guess I should let you clean up.”

“Yeah,” I say, looking down at the mess. “Let me know when you’ll be back.”

“I will. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

We stare at each other for a few seconds before he smiles. “Bye.”

“Bye,” I reply with a grin.