Matt gave Ben a light kiss and a wink before rolling off. "Yeah, I know," he smirked, reaching for the damp cloth beside them on the nightstand. "Now stay still so I can clean this mess up." "The fuck do you do that, man?" Ben asked, batting Matt's hands away. The space between Matt's brows wrinkled in confusion. "Do what?" "I try to pay you a sincere compliment about how good you made me feel, and you turn it into some kind of ego-stroke." "The fuck?" Matt asked, sheet pooling around his waist as he sat up. Ben continued as if Matt hadn't spoken. "Like it's some sort of competition." "It was a joke, man. I mean, yeah, I know you liked it. You came so hard you almost blacked out." "I did not." "Did too. Whole eye roll and body twitch and everything." "Oh, yeah, and I haven't done the same thing to you. Many times, I might add." "Now who's turning it into a competition?" Matt smirked again, crossing his arms as if that settled the matter. Ben grabbed the cloth and started cleaning himself up. "Just statin' the facts, man. Just statin' the facts." "When the fuck did you get so sensitive, anyway?" Matt asked, rolling his eyes. "Suppose we need to have'couple' time now, y'know, just lying together all curled up and spooning and shit." "Oh, fuck you." Ben threw the cloth at Matt's head, who ducked easily. "You're the biggest softie on the planet. 'Oh, we don't have to have sex tonight, Ben.' 'We could just sleep in and hold each other, Ben.' 'I like the way we fit together, Ben –'" "Yeah, yeah, I get the fucking point. Jesus. All I did was make a joke. Think you wouldn't be so uptight after sex." "I am not uptight." Matt flashed a long-suffering look from beneath lowered lashes. "If you were any tighter, you'd be a born again virgin." "You know what? Just forget it. I'll just..." Ben started to reach for his jeans, still lying crumpled on the floor. Matt rolled him back over and clamped on his arm. "Don't. C'mon...please." "Yeah?" "Yeah. C'mon, just stay. I'm sorry I hurt your girly, sensitive feelings." "Fuck you," Ben said, but it lacked his usual heat. He snuggled back into Matt's arms with a happy sigh. "Now, tell me again how good you think I am in bed." Matt rolled his eyes again, but his arms remained tight around Ben's waist. "Fucking god-like, man. Better than Jenna Jameson and Jude Law combined." "Thank you. Now..." Ben's eyes narrowed as he glanced back at Matt. "How do you know Jude Law's good in bed?" "Worked together on 'Ripley', remember?" Ben twisted in Matt's arms. "You fucked Jude Law," he stated, eyes wide. "You. Fucked Jude fucking Law." "I never said that..." "Holy fuck, you did." If possible, Ben's eyes got even wider. "You fucking dog, man. I can't believe you never told me." "I never fucked Jude," Matt sighed, shaking his head. "Just heard the stories on set." Ben's eyes narrowed. "You swear?" Matt placed his hand over his heart. "Solemnly and faithfully and all that yadayada." "Good." Ben twisted back around in Matt's embrace and settled under the sheets. "Have to kick your ass, otherwise." Matt's grin was slow, wicked, as he kissed Ben's shoulder. "Which isn't to say that I didn't let Jude Law fuck me..." "Matt!"
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