rareslash | Secrets...Shia Labeouf and Matt Damon slash

Title: Secrets
Author: little_pea23
Chapters: 2
Fandom: rps
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shia Labeouf and Matt Damon
Warning: graphic m/m sex

Summary: Angst and sex. Hope you enjoy!

p.s. I'm not sure I'm doing the friends lock thing like I'm supposed to (as in the rules) let me know if not...thanx!

Chapter 1

Matt couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Shia was at the barbeque, at Casey’s party, out in the open with people Matt knew. Matt and Shia had dated for two years, and in those two years, Matt had never introduced him to any of his friends or family. Shia was his most closely guarded secret. Seeing him here set his mind on fire with rage. Worse still was the fact that he was more beautiful than ever. Somehow, in the three months since he had seen him last, Shia had gone from cute to hot. He had put on a little weight, cut his hair, grown the beginnings of a beard. His skin had a honeyed glow, as if he had just been to the beach. His clothes were a little nicer too. They fit a little tighter, were slightly more revealing. Worse than any thing else though, was that Shia had brought a date. Some pretty boy named Jake from California.

After standing at the edge of the yard for what seemed like an hour, Matt finally mustered up enough courage to beckon Shia over to him. When he caught his eye, he motioned for him to come towards him. At first Shia hesitated, and Matt could see that, but the boy never did have the resolve to deny him anything, and he didn’t miraculously find such resolve now. When Shia arrived at his side, Matt lit a cigarette and started smoking it nervously. He then grabbed Shia’s arm and dragged him further back into the yard, where no one would be able to hear them.

“You want one?” he asked, holding the cigarette out.

“No” Shia responded. “I quit.” This made Matt snicker, “For your new boyfriend?”

Shia said nothing. He could see that Jake was starting towards them, but he waved him off.

“Why are you here?” Matt barked, his fury was barely contained.

“I was invited. I’m friends with Casey now.” Shia shot back.

“Yeah, in some wild coincidence?”

“No, it’s not a coincidence. I introduced myself to him. I ran into him in L.A., and I told him that you and I were friends…that I knew you.”

“You told him that you knew me?!” Shia could see the blood rushing into Matt’s face.

He calmly but firmly replied, “Yes. I’m allowed to do that. I didn’t betray your confidence. I never have.”

“Yeah, and what about Jake, does he know?”

“Yes, he knows. He’s not an idiot, but I didn’t tell him. It’s pretty easy to figure out.”

The thought of this made Matt cringe. They stood silently for a few seconds, both looking off into the distance. Moving circles of light and shadow from a nearby elm tree filtered over them. Matt took a draw from his cigarette. Shia couldn’t believe that he was smoking in front of people. He had always taken such pains to hide his addiction from others.

“Are you fucking him?”

“That is none of your business, and what do you think?” He said the last four words as if they were one. He clenched his fists, and crossed his arms at his chest. It was such an outrageous thing for Matt to ask, but he had expected it. It didn’t make it more comfortable though.

“Well, you fucked me within two hours of meeting me, so…” he trailed off.

Shia sighed and began to rub his temples. He was exasperated by the conversation already. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was lost in a memory. Flashes of their first night together flooded his brain.

***

It was a warm night in early September. It had rained in the afternoon, and now the water was lifting off of the pavement, creating a mist in the air. Matt had come into the restaurant where Shia was working and had been seated in his section. It was closing time, but Shia gave the hostess the “okay” sign and asked that the kitchen stay open a few extra minutes for his customer. Matt looked older than his 31 years that night. He had been beaten down by his work over the last few weeks and he really needed a break, or something to brighten his life. When Matt looked back at Shia, he saw an appealing, baby faced kid. He was 19, but he barely needed to shave. He was quick and lively when he spoke, and his eyes were intense and expressive. Shia had felt sorry for Matt, and tried to cheer him up. He was naturally funny and exuberant, and he made his beleaguered customer smile. One thing led to another, and they ended up at Matt’s place later that night. They fucked three times before he kicked Shia out. In the two years that they were together, Matt never let him spend the night. It was as if that would make it too official, and it wasn’t supposed to be official. Matt was going to quit smoking, meet a nice blue-eyed girl, marry her, have kids, have everything. Falling for some fresh-faced Jewish boy from the hood was not in his plans, but he couldn’t help himself.

Shia thought of their first time together. They did it on Matt’s couch. Matt sat with his back propped against the couch cushions and his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his smooth, muscular stomach and flushed chest. His pants rested around his ankles. Shia was completely naked and straddling his lap so that they were face to face as he lowered himself down onto Matt’s cock. He used his own spit to lessen the friction. He wanted to ride him hard and fast. Shia loved it like this, face to face, because he could kiss Matt as they came, and he could feel his lover’s arms around his waist. He then remembered how oddly quiet sex was with Matt. He made almost no sound, and when Shia moaned, he found his mouth quickly covered with a strong and insistent hand. He got the message, but he didn’t really mind. He was happy riding Matt into oblivion. It didn’t take long for either of them to come that first time. Shia remembered the sensation of Matt coming, that big cock buried deep within him. He remember how he had sucked on Matt’s tongue as he ejaculated into him, and then Shia came too, all over Matt’s sleek stomach. He had thought it was over, but Matt didn’t stop.

Instead, he flipped Shia over onto his back and on to the floor. He crept on top of him and started fucking him again. This time it was wonderfully wet and slick from the cum already inside of him. Shia’s sticky mess slipped between their bellies. Matt pounded into him, over and over until he felt the kid’s breathing change and his body buckle underneath him. With a few short thrust, he came again too. When it was over, they stayed on the floor. Matt buried his face into Shia’s soft, damp neck, and Shia wrapped his hands around him, pulling him in as close as possible.

But what started out fun, had taken a darker turn. He could tell that Matt was upset, that he regretted what had happened. Shia could see the shame in his eyes when Matt finally pulled away, and he suddenly felt a pang of insecurity course through his limbs. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong but he knew that he wanted nothing more than approbation from this man. That was when Matt told him that he wasn’t gay. It was the first of many times that Matt told him that. Shia was confused and somewhat hurt by the statement, but he nodded in agreement. This was the most gorgeous man he had ever been with, and he could already tell that there was something about him that he could really love. He wasn’t going to do anything to screw it up. Besides, he was the child of two drug addicted parents. He was used to being disappointed. This was nothing. And, despite Matt’s earlier assertion, he fucked him once more before he left that night.

The third time was different though. There was a newly acquired edge to it. This time Matt entered him from behind. He pinned Shia over the console table in the hallway, and grabbed a fistful of his dark, curly hair, using it to forcefully hold the side of Shia’s face against the cold wood. From his vantage point, Shia could see into Matt’s bedroom. On the dresser by the bed was a picture of Matt, smiling with what looked like his family. He bore a remarkable resemblance to the woman Shia guessed was his mother. He was already getting the sense that Matt would not be introducing them to each other. He then closed his eyes and let the sensation of Matt’s dick sliding in and out of him wash over his body. He didn’t come, but Matt did. It seemed like this climax was the strongest for his lover, because at the end, he bent over Shia and bit down into his shoulder, in an attempt to stifle a moan.

***

Shia slowly became aware of his surroundings again. Inadvertently, he had snaked his hand underneath his tee-shirt and had begun running his fingers over the spot on his shoulder where Matt had bitten him. Matt was glaring at him. Shia dropped his hand, and attempted to shake himself out of the daydream.

“What’s wrong with you? Did you here me?” Matt asked insistently.

“No. What did you say?”

Matt took a deep breath and looked out into the yard. With a lowered voice he asked “Do you love him more than you loved me?”

Shia was started by the question. It took a minute for him to reply, and his green eyes flickered as he did. “I don’t know.”

With that, Matt dropped his cigarette into the grass, stamped it out with his boot, and stalked away. Shia couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He didn’t know what to do, so he just turned and watched Matt as he left.

Chapter 2

Matt had never met anyone who liked to fuck as much as Shia did. This thought alone sent a thrill straight down to his cock. Shia didn’t just like the act of fucking either. It was the closeness that he craved, and this imbued his love-making with a sweetness, an urgency that Matt adored. When they were together, the boy was all hands and mouth, wanting every part of him. He was always in need of love and more love, and it was apparent that he never felt better than when Matt was on top of him, inside of him. Matt was more than happy to oblige his lover in this. He was so beautiful, after all. But, as Matt’s thoughts settled on the day’s occurrences, a heavy feeling of disappointment immediately replaced his lust. Seeing Shia with another man was heartbreaking. Matt had always thought that the worst thing in the world would have been for anyone to know about Shia, but it turns out, it wasn’t even close to the worst thing. The worst thing was being without him. He shuddered as he looked out of his back window and out into the yard. If only he had known.

***

Shia was still shaken by his earlier encounter with Matt. He had just dropped Jake off at his apartment, and he was sitting at an intersection in his old Ford, waiting for the light to change. He was on the way home from what turned out to be a very long afternoon. What had he been thinking, going to that stupid picnic? It was his own fault. He knew that Matt would be there, and he had gone because he had wanted to see him. He just thought that if he could see him, maybe his whole… everything wouldn’t hurt as much. He hadn’t let his imagination wander any further than that, fearing that he would have lost his nerve if he had. At least he had the sense to bring a date, even if Jake was just a cover.

Shia had promised himself that he would either let Matt find his was back to him, or move on with someone else. However, he missed him so much, that he was dangerously close to losing his resolve. At 21, Matt was Shia’s first and only true love. Although most people that age were just in it for fun, Shia felt blessed to have found someone that he cared so much about. The only problem, and it was a big problem, was that Matt didn’t feel the same way. He knew that Matt loved him, but he also knew that Matt had other things in mind for his life. Primarily, Matt wanted a normal, heterosexual relationship that would bear children and garner support from his friends and family. Shia would have given him anything, but he couldn’t give him this. Eventually, the strain had become too much, and Shia had broken it off. As much as he wanted Matt, he was tired of feeling like a thing to be ashamed of. He was also tired of waiting for that dreaded day when Matt finally got his act together and started to look for the woman that he would one day make his wife. The red light finally changed, but instead of turning left, like he had planned and taking the boulevard home, he made a sharp u-turn and headed back north, towards Matt’s place. It wasn’t a good idea, but he just couldn’t stop himself.

***

Matt grabbed a beer from the fridge. He needed a stiff drink, but since this was the only alcohol in the house, it would have to do. Just as he swung around and flung the bottle cap into the sink, there was a knock at the door. An inadvertent groan escaped his throat. No company! he thought. He was just about to sneak upstairs and let the knocking go, when he heard Shia’s voice emanate from beyond the door.

“Matt, I know you’re there. Open up.” It took Matt one second to traverse the length between the kitchen and living room and arrive at the front door. He swept the door open, and found himself face to face with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Shia with a bashful grin on his face.

“It wasn’t true, what I said earlier, about not knowing if I love you or Jake more.” Shia started. He looked down as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I don’t love him at all. I love you.” Shia looked up with these last words, and his green eyes were clear and bright. Matt’s whole body relaxed. He smiled and grabbed Shia’s hand, pulling him quickly inside the living room and shut the door behind them.

Matt was a few inched taller than Shia and stronger, and he backed his younger lover against the door, letting him feel his strength. Matt grabbed fistfuls of Shia’s lush, dark hair and forcefully covered his sweet, fat mouth with his own. Shia groaned with pleasure. Already his prick was hardening. It had been three months since they had been together, and usually Shia’s passion burned hotter than Matt’s, but tonight Matt was all fervor and need. Shia opened his lips and let Matt’s tongue fill his mouth. The kiss was slick and hot and tasted like beer, and it spread warmth through his entire body. Shia pulled away for a breath, and Matt took the opportunity to bury his face into the crook of the young man’s soft, warm neck. His wonderful, dusty smell filled Matt’s nose, and he bit down into Shia’s flesh. Shia gasped, but didn’t protest. He knew that Matt wanted to mark him, to make him his again. Shia then wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck and pulled him closer. Matt slid his arms down from Shia’s hair to his lower back, and used the strength in his arms to bringing their hips tight together. They were both hard now, and Matt’s dick was already weeping wetness onto his jeans. Simultaneously, he took Shia’s mouth again with his own, and began to pump his pelvis against Shia’s. Shia began to ride along with the movement, heightening both of their pleasure. “Matt, upstairs, I want to go upstairs.” Shia was able to pant out.

Matt responded “No, here. I have to have you here.” But Shia pushed him away. He wanted to savor this moment, to be fucked in earnest, and as it was now, they were both about thirty seconds away from coming.

“Upstairs.” Matt understood the tone, and backed off. “Okay.” Suddenly, they were in an all out sprint. They flew across the living room, and up the stairway, both giggling at how ridiculous the other looked. In no time, they were in Matt’s bedroom. Shia playfully bounced onto Matt’s bed, landing on his back, and gave Matt a wicked grin. Teasingly he told Matt that he didn’t think that he was in the mood anymore, but he couldn’t get the sentence out of his mouth without laughing. Matt snickered, and began pulling off his clothing. Shia hadn’t forgotten how hot his lover was, but still, seeing that beautiful body was a shock to his senses. Matt’s figure was sturdy and masculine, and his big, pink cock was thick and ready. Shia licked his lips as the last piece of Matt’s clothing hit the floor. Matt stood at the foot of the bed, pumping his dick in his hand, enjoying how Shia was looking at him. “Now, it’s your turn. Clothes off.”

Just as he began to take off his shirt, Matt landed on the bed beside him and started to lovingly pull at his jeans, freeing Shia’s dick. Although, Matt usually stayed quiet during these moments, he couldn't help but groan as the long, gorgeous cock stood at attention. It had been too long since he had done this. Matt pulled Shia’s jeans and boxers off, and threw them off the bed. Then, slowly he began to kiss the dark area around Shia’s prick. Shia moaned. “Suck me, please.” Matt needed no more encouragement. He took the long, smooth dick in his mouth and began to suck him gently. Shia shuddered with pleasure, and tried to thrust his hips upward, but Matt held him down. Slowly, he wound his tongue around the salty flesh of his lover’s cock. He could taste Shia’s precome. A soft moan escaped his own lips as he imagined Shia’s release.

Matt pulled up and off of him then, and looked up into his face. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“More than anything.” Matt pointed to the bedside stand, and Shia scooted backwards, opened the top drawer, and grabbed what they needed. He passed the bottle down to Matt, who opened it, and spread a generous amount of the lube into him palm. He coated his own cock with it, and then found Shia’s tight hole, and began to coat that. Without warning, he pushed his finger inside. Shia tensed, but then relaxed. His eyes were closed now, and he was arching his back in order to give Matt better access. Shia couldn’t wait any longer. “Do it now, do it now,” he begged. Matt moved his body up and over Shia’s and spread his lover’s legs wide open with his left hand. With his right hand, he guided his throbbing cock into Shia’s hole. Shia groaned as he felt Matt fill him up. “I’m ready for you. I need it,” he said, indicating that he could take Matt’s full length. Matt began to freely pump his cock into him, going deeper with each thrust. Nothing before had ever felt so wonderful, had made him feel so complete. Shia was bucking and screaming underneath him, begging him not to stop. Matt never wanted to stop. He could feel Shia’s cock slipped between their stomachs, wet with precome and sweat. Over and over he slammed himself into that tight hole, until Shia couldn’t take it anymore. He warned Matt that he was about to come. Matt ground himself into him, pushing himself in as deep as he could possibly go, and screamed out as he felt Shia coming between them, and his ass constrict around his cock. Then, as Shia’s cries faded out and his slender figure began to relax, Matt pulled his dick out a bit, and then gave Shia’s hole another deep thrust, sending his own hot come pulsing into Shia’s body. He was screaming, and filling him, and Shia was taking it all. When it was over, Matt let his dick slide out of him, and began to kiss his mouth and face. Shia sighed and laughed and wrapped his arms and legs around Matt in a warm embrace. “You know, we’re going to be doing that again tonight.”

Matt laughed, “I hope so.”

-The End!