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What I've Done	By : suntatt Category: Individual Celebrities > Rugby Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-What I've Done
- 1
The rain pounded on the roof of Stuart’s car, as he sat in the dark road outside Matt’s place. The weather matched his mood. It hadn’t been the worst day of his life, but it was easily in the top three. It had started with a mass brawl in the match earlier, culminating in both him and Matt being red-carded. He’d planned to avoid Matt during the game as much as possible, get out of there and get back to what passed as normal these days. But Matt had other ideas, not missing a single chance to get up in Stu’s face and provoke him. Matt, as much as anything else, was the reason he was no longer with the Bulls. The lad had been his best mate, his protégé, but Stu had developed deeper feelings for him, feelings he could neither ignore nor deal with.
If it had ended with the fight and the red card, that wouldn’t have been so bad. It wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last. But it didn’t end there, did it? Stu had completely lost the plot, and headed for the Home dressing room instead of his own, continuing the brawl Matt had started. They had traded blows and insults, but Stu’s height and weight advantage, coupled with his boxing training and the sheer rage he felt meant that the fight quickly became one-sided. By the time the racket they’d been making got them attention, Matt was curled up on the floor with Stu screaming at him and kicking him over and over.
Stu had looked back as he was dragged from the room to see Matt motionless on the floor, blood steadily dripping from his face and forming a pool on the shiny white tiles. After what seemed like an eternity, Stuart had calmed down and been sent home to reflect upon his conduct. He would face a lengthy ban (He could kiss this season goodbye.), and after this it would be a long, tough road back.
But all that paled in significance compared to what he’d done to the lad he’d loved so much. He didn’t know the full extent of Matt’s injuries, but had managed to persuade Sean to call the club to find out that he was OK and had returned home from hospital.
Which brought him to now, sitting in the rain staring at the flat where Matt was, alone. He had to see him, speak to him and explain his actions. To apologise and to try to salvage something from the wreckage. He wanted Matt back in his life, but he had to be honest with him and hope his friend could forgive him. Stu hoped he could forgive himself for what he’d done.
He climbed out into the driving rain and went to Matt’s door. His knock was eventually answered with a muffled voice.
“Who is it ?”
“ Me. Stuart. I have to talk to you, I…”
“ Go away, Stuart”
“Please, Matt, just give me five minutes to explain and I’ll go if that’s what you want”
“ You go now, or I’m calling the police.”
Stu sank sobbing to the step, overwhelmed with need and emotion.
“Please, Matt!” he begged. “Just give me a chance…”
After an eternal moment, he heard locks clicking and bolts sliding and the door opened. Stu half fell, half crawled into the hall, not regaining his feet until he was inside. Matt had his back to him, he was wearing a long black velvety dressing gown that swished as he walked away into the kitchen. As Stu followed, Matt picked up his mobile from the counter and said
“I only have to press this button and I’m through to the police, OK”
Stu barely heard him, he was too busy taking in the damage to Matt’s pretty face. The brown eyes were swollen almost closed, the white that was visible, red with blood . His lips were puffy, split and crusted with dried blood, and his lovely skin a mass of cuts and bruises.
“Matt! Oh, Mattie, what have I done to you? I’m so sorry…” Tears ran down Stuart’s face as he gently laced his hands into Matt’s silky black hair, his fingers catching in the bloody, sticky tresses.
“Just back off and do what you came here to do, then leave me alone!” Matt pushed him away.
“I just thought I should explain to you…it all just got too much for me…” Stu started to say.
“Today? Or before? This,” Matt indicated his damaged face, “This is nothing compared to how I felt when you just left without a word, just cut me out of your life. I thought we were friends, Stu. I thought I meant something to you!”
“You did! You do! I just couldn’t… I don’t know…we were together all the time and I didn’t know how to…”
“So I was cramping your style, huh? Well, you should’ve just said! You always seemed to enjoy my company. But I guess today you finally showed your true feelings, huh?”
“Matt, you know nothing of my true feelings-”
“No, I don’t! Because you won’t tell me, will you..” Matt yelled, blood-tinged tears now rolling down his cheeks. He was really letting rip now, but Stu didn’t hear what he was saying. He was sick of the shouting, and without making a conscious decision about it, he walked across to Matt, removing his rain-dampened shirt as he did so. He wiped Matt’s tears on the shirt, then took the younger man’s face in his hands again, gently grazing his lips across Matt’s ruined mouth, planting little butterfly kisses on him, and then tenderly drawing his tongue across the split flesh. The taste of Matt’s blood on his lips started a tantalising sensation in his chest, and he had to force himself to keep being gentle, and cause his friend no more pain. Matt moaned softly, and Stu took this as encouragement to trail his lips down onto Matt’s neck, finding an undamaged area of skin that he could kiss with a little more force.
“You want my true feelings, Mattie? It’s easier just to show you…”
He felt Matt shiver as he began to draw the soft, creamy flesh into his mouth , nibbling on it as Matt’s arms went round his waist, and the lad leaned his weight against him. Stu pulled Matt close, wrapping his own arms round him tightly. Matt let out a sudden yelp of pain, taking a step back.
Their eyes met as Stuart reached for the belt of Matt’s velvety robe, pulling it undone with a gentle tug. He reached for the dark- haired lad’s shoulders, pushing the soft material back so the robe concertinaed to his feet. Stu’s hand shot to his mouth in shock as he was confronted with further evidence of the devastation he’d wrought. Much of Matt’s torso, particularly the left side, resembled raw meat, perfect imprints of the pattern of Stu’s boots visible in places.
“My God, Matt! I am so sorry.” Stu said trailing his fingers through his hair in despair.
“Come on, Stu.” Matt crossed to him, embracing him “It’s done now. I forgive you. You need to forgive yourself, and we can get past this. I’ll soon heal, and I’ve waited so long to be with you like this. A few cuts and bruises are a small price to pay. In fact, if you want to help, the coach gave me a bottle of special lotion to help the bruising heal - arnica and something, I think. You can put it on me if you like.”
“Yeah, course I will!” Stu smiled. “Anything I can do to make it up to you.”
Matt took Stu’s hand and led him through to his bedroom, giving him the bottle of lotion. “It’s alright to use anywhere, so you can start with my face, OK?”
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Stuart.
“What did you say?”
Matt was confused. “Which bit?” he asked.
“You said you’ve waited so long, what did you mean?”
“Since about a week after meeting you I knew I wanted you. I thought you knew, in fact I did wonder if that was why you went”
“No, I never guessed” Stu admitted, tipping the lotion into his palm, warming it by stirring it with his fingers.. “How different things could’ve been if one of us had had the guts to say something….”
“Well, water under the bridge now, we got here in the end…and anyway, I did try to tell you ,once. When we went out for my 19th?”
Stu laughed “Matt, you got steaming drunk and begged me to take you home, spent the taxi ride telling me how much you loved me, then as soon as we were through the door you threw up over both of us. By the time I’d cleaned up the mess, you were asleep!”
“Well, I’m not going to go to sleep tonight! Are you ready with that stuff yet?”
“Yeah, come on .”Stu smiled.
Matt lay back and closed his eyes. Delicately as he could, Stu stroked the silky fluid into Matt’s face. Matt couldn’t believe how good it felt, feeling the pain in his skin cool and ease, knowing it was Stu’s lovely big hands healing the damage they’d caused. He was almost purring with pleasure as Stu’s fingers continued to his throat.
Stu realised the bruising on Matt’s delicate throat perfectly matched his hand-print, and made his touch extra-slow, super-gentle, as if he could wipe away what he’d done. Matt was making little sighing, moaning sounds, obviously enjoying this, and Stu wanted him to enjoy it more. He began to follow his touches with kisses, loving the louder sounds that came in response. He continued down Matt’s body, applying firmer pressure to undamaged areas, more like a proper sports massage, to ease the aching muscles. Before touching Matt’s rosy little nipples though, he wiped the lotion off his hands.
“Why did you do that?” Matt lazily smiled.
“ ‘Cuz the stuff smells fine, but I don’t think I’d like the taste!” Stu grinned, tweaking the little buds tenderly, then taking one at a time into his mouth to lick and suck. Matt was going crazy now , writhing and moaning and saying Stu’s name. Stu picked up on his urgency and let this hand trail down to the waistband of Matt’s black Calvin’s, sliding his fingers beneath . Matt’s stomach was damp and sticky with pre-cum, and his cock throbbed at Stu’s touch. Stu eased the soft fabric away, pushing the shorts down over Matt’s strong thighs and off, before returning to playing with his nipples. Matt grabbed Stu’s hair, forcing his mouth harder against his skin, then pushing his head down towards his engorged cock. Stu sat up to look at Matt properly. He’d seen his friend naked many times before, but never ever like this! It was all he could do not to flip the lad over and have him there and then, but he forced himself to resist. This night was about Matt, and he wanted to make it as exquisitely special for him as he could. He went to work on the young man with his mouth, sucking and licking his cock, using one hand on the shaft, and the other, coated again with the lotion, between his thighs, playing with his balls, perineum and anus. Matt was screaming now, his fingers tangled into Stu’s hair, not allowing him up for air.
“OHHH GOD, STU…YESSSS!!!” He howled, coming in powerful spasms in Stu’s mouth.
Stu swallowed it all down, licking his lips and smiling at Matt, before going to lick the lad’s lips again, allowing him to taste his own pleasure on Stu’s mouth. His tongue met Stu’s own and they lay like that for a few moments, just kissing and licking each other’s mouths.
After getting his breath back, Stu sat up and took the bottle of lotion again.
“On with the show, then.” He smiled “I’m not finished here yet.”
Again he began to tend Matt’s sore, tender flesh, with hands and lips. He noticed with a smile that Matt was hard again already, that he’d not ever really lost his erection. Keeping up with a sexually voracious lad scarcely out of his teens, and almost eight years his junior was a challenge to relish! He just hoped he’d be up to it!
“You’re done this side, can you turn over, Mattie?” Stu helped Matt roll onto his stomach and began to work on the lad’s powerful shoulders and back, just trailing his fingers one time over the well-muscled buttocks, drawing a finger slowly down is crack, and enjoying Matt’s shivery response. Stu wanted to take him so badly, but he just had to be patient for a little while longer. He hoped Matt would actually want to. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt the boy again, but didn’t know how he’d deal with it if that was a step too far for Matt at the moment .
He rubbed down the length of Matt’s gorgeous toned legs, then worked his way back up to his ass again, this time kneading the toned cheeks and sliding his hand in between. Matt squirmed, moaning a little louder, and wriggled onto his less-damaged right side, drawing his knees up to afford Stu better access.
“You sure you want to do this?” Stu whispered in his ear as he liberally coated his hand with more of the lotion.
“Yes, Stu! Just do it, will you?”
Stu slid one finger inside Matt, who sighed deeply and murmured little sounds of encouragement as Stu massaged his prostate. Stu slid another finger inside, and finally a third. Matt had braced his legs against the bedroom wall and was pushing back against his hand, gasping with pleasure, talking softly to spur his new lover on.
Stu removed his hand and lubricated his pulsing, harder -than -he’d- believed -possible shaft.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Mattie?” He asked , almost fearful of the consequences if the answer was “No”. He didn’t think he could hold back now.
Matt’s response was a resounding “YES!” though, and as slowly and gently as he could muster, Stuart eased himself inside the younger lad.
Matt gasped loudly “Oh, Stu… Just keep still for a minute, will you? Let me get used to this!”
With superhuman effort, biting his lip against following his deeper urges, Stu did as Matt asked. It felt so good and tight inside Matt’s body like this. But lying here like this felt good on more than a sexual level. It was a security Stu thought he’d never find. It felt like coming home…
“Oh, Mattie… “ He whispered “I love you so much.” He kissed the back of Matt’s neck, repeating his devotion over and over again.
Matt responded in kind, and began to squirm against Stu “OK, but be gentle…” He murmured
Stu needed no further urging, and began just rocking rhythmically into Matt, at the same time reaching his hand round his body and stroking his hardness with the same beat. Matt moaned and cried out in pleasure. Nothing was going to stop this now . They talked to one another, encouraging, loving words, culminating in them just screaming each other’s name over and over. The heat of Matt’s come all over his hand was all Stu needed to tip him over the edge, and he emptied himself into Matt, howling the boy’s name breathlessly.
They lay joined for some time afterwards, just basking in the glow and enjoying the close, tender moment.
“Stu..?” Matt whispered
“Yeah?”
“That was more than worth a good kicking…”
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