1A/N: Written for DoubleBlind and Catherine LaCroix.
Matt & Tristan are from DoubleBlind's LitRPG series Everyone's a Catgirl!; this is a silly little AU I wanted to write because I will die on the hill with this ship and I wanted content, so I decided to create content.
Enjoy.
Pray To Me
This shouldn't be as nerve-wracking as it is. Tristan slept with plenty of people – men and women alike. Sex is second nature to him.
But none of them have meant as much to him as Matt Kelmer has.
How they met was stupid and how they became friends is even stupider still. It was senior year of high school and Tristan took a random guy to the bathroom for a quick one-off. Matt happened to walk in and promptly excused himself with an embarrassed stutter of, "S-Sorry".
It was humiliating, and ever since then, Tristan made sure it didn't happen again. His reasoning was it could round up a whole bunch of trouble for him if the wrong person walked in, but after a while, Tristan realized it was because he didn't want Matt to witness it.
Tristan didn't understand why at the time. Yet as time went on and he saw Matt interact with Cannoli, Keke, Ravyn, and Ceres (juniors, but their friendship was strong as steel), the blond realized he was starting to fall in love with the brunet.
He hadn't had a relationship since he dated Ara a couple of years ago. Their split was mutual, but the ache in Tristan's heart after their breakup prompted him to go into something easier; sleeping with people. It was better to have sex without attachment.
Everything changed when Matt sauntered into the bathroom on that fateful spring day. All of Tristan's thoughts became consumed with the older boy, and his sketchbook filled with sketches and drawings of Matt. Destiny noticed and joked he was in love, but Tristan waved away her words with a smile, telling her Matt was an interesting subject to study.
Oh, if only she knew the truth. But this was Tristan's secret, one he would take to his grave.
And then there was how they became friends. Matt approached Tristan by his locker, causing the younger boy to almost jump out of his skin. Their eyes locked, and Tristan willed himself not to blush. He would not let Matt know what being this close did to him.
"Yo," Matt greeted. Tristan gave a nod. "Ravyn said we should hang out. Something about you giving me doe-eyes across the hall. I told her she was full of it, but she insisted. So, wanna drop by after class? You can draw me if you want."
Tristan stammered, "H-Huh?"
Matt grinned, tousling Tristan's hair with his fingers. The warmth of them seeped through Tristan's body and he willed himself to not shake. "I noticed you like to draw and I think it'd be cool if you drew me. You up for it?"
Tristan swallowed, uttering, "Y-Yeah, sure."
"Great. See you." Matt turned, but not before scribbling something on a piece of paper and shoving it in Tristan's hand. "My number. Text me sometime."
Matt flicked his hand and walked away, and Tristan looked at the number scrawled in almost unintelligible handwriting. Yep. He was thoroughly, truly fucked.
After that instance, the two of them interacted more in a few months than they had through all of high school. The first time Tristan went over to Matt's place, his heart hammered so loud in his chest Tristan was sure it would beat right out of his flesh. But Matt, lovable, brazen Matt, gave him such a heartwarming smile Tristan couldn't help but blush and try to cover it up.
Thankfully, Matt didn't seem to notice (or if he did, he didn't comment), and it became a ritual for Tristan to come over to Matt's house once a week, sometimes more if Matt needed help with studying something. The boy wasn't stupid, but there were some things that tended to fly over his head and Tristan was more than willing to help him.
Their first kiss wasn't anything special or awe inspiring. It was Matt's graduation, and he pulled Tristan aside to talk to him. Tristan wasn't sure what the older boy wanted from him, but when Matt shoved him against the wall, Tristan figured out what was going on very, very fast.
Fireworks would be putting it lightly. Tristan's entire body screamed in delight when Matt's lips finally descended upon his, and they kissed for what seemed like hours. When Matt pulled back, a stupid, silly, love-struck grin was on his face, and Tristan couldn't help but smile right back at him.
Despite Tristan's record with sex, he never initiated more than stolen kisses and fumbled handjobs with Matt. He was special – so very, very special. Tristan didn't want to risk anything with Matt; he didn't want to push the older boy when he wasn't ready. He could tell Matt wasn't as experienced with sex as Tristan was, and he even admitted he never really did anything sexual with men before.
"You were the first guy I fell in love with. Stupid, right?" Matt said at the time with flushed cheeks and embarrassed laughter.
"No, of course not," Tristan had replied, sliding onto Matt's lap and kissing his lips. "That's why we'll do this at your pace. No pressure, no rush. We do this on your terms."
Matt wore a little smile at the time, tangling his fingers through Tristan's blond hair and pressing his nose against Tristan's neck, giving little love bites and kitten licks to the soft skin of his throat. Matt was trying, he really was. And Tristan's heart swelled with love and admiration for him.
Matt wanted to make him happy. He wanted to give Tristan everything and anything he could. Tristan knew that. That's why he did things on Matt's terms; never pushing, never asking for too much. The last thing Tristan wanted to do was back his lover into a corner.
That's exactly why this moment meant so much. They were about to cross a line they could never come back from. And Tristan wants to make sure this moment is perfect; no mistakes, no interruptions. Matt deserves that, if not more.
A soft knock on his door brings Tristan back to the present. The blond opens it, and Matt stands there, shifting from foot to foot with a nervous smile on his face. Tristan wants to kiss it away. So he does.
He slides his hands around Matt's shoulders and kisses him, smiling into it when Matt returns it with fervor. Tristan pulls back, tracing Matt's cheek with a finger, taking his bicep and guiding him towards the bedroom.
Matt, for his part, is a bundle of nerves, and Tristan knows it. So he leads the brunet to the bed, pushing him gently onto it and straddling him. "There's nothing you can do to make me love you any less," Tristan whispers against Matt's lips, and the taller boy blows out a breath, nodding. "Just relax, sweetheart."
Tristan kisses Matt again, and Matt loses himself in the kiss. It's the perfect opportunity. Hands fumbling, Tristan strips both of them while they're still connected, and Matt pulls away this time, cheeks bright red. "I-I–"
"What is it?" Tristan asks. His tone is soft, gentle.
"I know I told you, but I've never done this with a guy before. So, uh… be gentle on me, okay?"
"I told you; we do everything on your terms and your pace. If it becomes too much, tell me," Tristan reassures. "I want this to be a pleasurable experience for you."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Matt utters, gnawing on his bottom lip.
Tristan knows what he has to do to get Matt's mind away from fear and onto pleasure. He reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and squirting a good amount onto his fingers. Matt watches, but he soon throws his head back in ecstasy as Tristan grips onto his length and strokes stroking from root to crown.
"Ghh, fuck," Matt moans.
The smaller boy leans forward, capturing Matt's lips once more as he works his erection like they're pens and paper. Any and all noises Matt makes are swallowed by their connection, but the brunet pulls back to let out a long, audible, drawn out groan.
"T-Tristan, I'm gonna– shit, I'm gonna–"
Tristan leans forward, taking the soft skin of Matt's throat between his teeth and biting down. That's all Matt needs to come apart; his body jerks and quivers as he orgasms, and Tristan helps him ride through each and every wave of intense, starry eyed pleasure. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Matt initiates a lazy kiss, and Tristan threads his fingers through brown hair to help steady him further.
"You okay?" Tristan questions when Matt pulls back.
"God, yes. I'm better than okay," Matt says with a grin. "But now I think it's time we got to the main event, don't you?"
"Main event?"
Matt wiggles his eyebrows, and Tristan blushes. "Oh. You want to?" the blond asks. He wants to make sure he doesn't do anything he doesn't have express consent for.
"Well, duh," Matt remarks with a laugh. Tristan's face darkens. "So get over here."
No other words need to be exchanged between the two. Tristan shoves Matt against the pillows, and Matt looks at him, a cocky, confident smirk on his features. Taking the forgotten bottle of lube up off the bed, Tristan squirts more on his fingers, letting the jelly-like substance warm for a few moments before the first finger presses against Matt's hole.
"Nngh," Matt hisses.
"Okay?"
"Y-Yeah. Just go slow."
Nodding, Tristan's finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, and Matt gasps, body tensing at the intrusion. Tristan leans up, kissing Matt again to distract him from the pain. Their tongues dance together as Matt relaxes, and the blond takes the cue to slide a second finger within Matt's very core.
"A-Ah, god," Matt breathes against Tristan's lips.
"Still okay?" Tristan asks.
"Mmhmm."
"Good."
Tristan's fingers find one of Matt's nipples, and he rubs it between them as he continues to kiss his boyfriend. Matt's body starts to tremble as Tristan glides a third finger into his essence, and after a minute of stretching his rim, Tristan removes his fingers.
"P-Put it in already." Matt's voice is soft, but the demand is heavy.
"Anything for you, sweetheart," Tristan whispers. He lines his cock up with Matt's hole, and slides home in one quick, easy thrust. Matt gasps, gripping onto Tristan's forearm as his entire core vibrates. "Easy, easy. It's okay. Take time to adjust."
Matt nods, trying to steady his breathing. Tristan weaves his fingers through brown tendrils of hair, stroking Matt's scalp, his other hand finding the older boy's face and brushing his fingers against soft skin. After a few minutes, Matt nods, uttering, "Move."
Smiling, Tristan pushes inch by inch of his erection into Matt's heat, groaning once he's fully seated. Matt's breathing is hot and heavy as he adjusts to the mass inside him, and he wraps his arms around Tristan, pulling him down to kiss him.
The kiss serves as a distraction; Tristan starts a slow, easy pace, and Matt's noises are consumed by their lips as Tristan makes love to him. That's the best way to describe what they're doing – it's the furthest thing from fucking. Tristan is worshiping Matt's body with his own.
Matt pulls back, a little grin on his countenance, before he says, "Go faster."
Not one to go against what Matt wants, Tristan thrusts at a faster, harder pace, but he's ever attentive to Matt's needs and wants. If Matt makes an uncomfortable noise, Tristan slows, and when he breathes out and moans, he goes faster.
This is about Matt. Not anything, or anyone, else.
Taking his lover's weeping erection in his hand, Tristan strokes it in time with his thrusts. And when he finds that special spot deep within, Matt throws his head back, a low, guttural scream breaking free.
Found it.
Tristan makes sure he hits that spot with each thrust, and it doesn't take long before Matt becomes undone. He throws his arms around Tristan, pulling him down for yet another kiss, his body shivering with the force of his orgasm as he cums. Still kissing, Tristan thrusts a few more times before finding his own release, spilling into Matt's heat.
Pulling away from each other, they both pant as they come off their pleasure-high. Tristan recovers sooner, and he grabs a bottle of water he keeps beside the bed, offering it to Matt. "You need to drink," he orders.
Matt laughs, but takes the offered water nonetheless, gulping it down. Once he's done, he gives it back to Tristan, who puts it on the night table. "Thanks."
"Was it okay?" Tristan queries. His heart beats loud in his chest; it's so important to him that Matt found this experience pleasurable.
"You kidding? You blew my mind in the best way, babe," Matt replies with a smirk. "But next time I'm topping you."
Tristan blushes bright red. "H-Haha, yeah, of course."
Matt leans in, placing his hand on Tristan's cheek. He leans in, whispering in his ear, "You just gotta teach me your secrets."
The blond shudders. Matt chuckles, moving away, and Tristan can't help but smile at him.
"I'll teach you anything you want."
"Good." Matt looks them over, grinning. "We should shower. Care to join me?"
Tristan's eyes go wide. "A-Are you sure?"
"'Course. We could do round two in there too. I've always wanted to try shower sex," Matt remarks with a laugh. "Maybe we could start our first lesson once we get in, eh teach?"
The smaller boy's cheeks go even brighter red, but Matt moves until he backs Tristan into a wall. He leans in, and Tristan thinks he's going to kiss him, but he whispers three words instead.
"I love you."
Tristan doesn't have to reply before Matt's moving away and going to the bathroom. He covers his blush with a shaking hand, tears springing to his eyes before he follows Matt into the bathroom.
"I love you too," he calls to Matt, and Matt turns, grinning.
"I know."
Fin.