Risk

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~ Another chapter up, finally!

Just to warn you, this chapter has a bit of a random hot scene with Matt by himself.

Thanks for reading! ~

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Matt had never revealed the fact that he was gay to his friends or family. He had hardly ever dated girls, let alone gone out with or… done anything with… a guy before. He knew his feelings towards McClane were right, but he was so inexperienced and confused… and whenever he was around McClane, he felt like an idiot. He wanted so much to prove himself to the detective… But maybe he was just useless. Maybe he should just try to forget the whole thing.

But he couldn’t! Matt didn’t know how long he was going to have to travel and work with McClane while all this crazy stuff was happening around them. If Matt spilled his heart to the man now, it would sure take a weight off his own chest, but McClane might get wierded out and treat him with even more distance and annoyance than before. Matt was waist-deep in one hell of a dilemma.

He sat behind the bushes for a while, staring off into space, and trying helplessly to calm himself down. But every time Matt felt like he had a grip on things and was ready to get up and get back to the car, a new thought about the fire sale, or his home getting blown up, or McClane’s heroic actions back at the city would invade his consciousness like a big, flashing pop-up ad. He needed time, which was the one thing that he and McClane had none of right now. The world as they knew it was ending, and all he could think about was himself and McClane. Matt ran his hands through his hair and sighed heavily. He was a mess.

And on top of everything, all this thinking about McClane had gotten him pretty aroused. He was hard, and his forehead was getting warm. Matt looked around to make sure that he was totally alone. He moved to glance back at the car, and saw that McClane was sitting, listening to the radio, and checking his watch. Matt had to force himself to get back in the car at some point. …But first, he had to fix a problem.

Matt unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down, slipping out his hard-on. He hissed as the comparatively cold air blew over his skin, and he was quick to spit into his palm and wrap his hand around his length. He gasped as he began to slide his hand up and down slowly, and then moved faster as he started to leak precum. He moaned quietly, shutting his eyes tight as visions of McClane swam through his head. Matt bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, and turned to his side slightly to not make a mess of himself in the moments ahead. He pumped his erection faster and faster, bucking his hips weakly and gasping, until finally he came, whispering McClane’s name and shooting himself onto the dusty grass.

Matt panted and relaxed for a minute, lying down on the grass, not caring if his clothes got dirty. That had been the best handjob he had ever given himself. Just thinking about McClane had brought him over the edge faster than ever before, and it had been wonderful. Matt regained his strength after a minute and zipped himself back up before standing and brushing some dust off his pants.

“Ahem.”
McClane’s undeniably irritated cough came from the other side of the bushes.

Matt jumped a few feet in the air, and cursed under his breath. “Woah! Wha-- uh, s-sorry, I’ll… be right there,” he managed to call out. After a few seconds he heard McClane’s footsteps back on the gravel on the side of the road.
Matt sighed in relief as McClane left. That was way too close for comfort.

Heading back to the car, Matt felt like he could handle driving with McClane now. The detective couldn’t read his thoughts (he hoped), and would probably not be too keen to strike up any deep conversations during the rest of their drive.
“Sorry… for, uh, taking so long,” Matt mumbled as he stepped into the car and fastened his seat belt.
McClane just sighed and started the engine, and then they were on the road again.

Matt was safe inside his head, looking out the window. He thought about the fire sale, and the world ending, and how the were probably screwed, but mostly he thought about McClane. How would he ever tell the detective his feelings? How would he ever tell him that he respected him, loved him, wanted him, and got hard just thinking about him? On second thought, it would probably be best to leave that last confession out.

Matt was deep in his thoughts, worrying and waiting and planning until he fell asleep.

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~ I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry I took so long posting it.

The next chapter should be up soon. I’m liking this story.

Please review and tell me if you have any suggestions for how Matt should break the news to McClane! ~

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