Come Dancing belongs to BBC. This is just fiction. Don't interpret any of this as real life, please. These people aren't gay. This is only a fantasy.
Don't read this if you are not 18 or older, don't post this anywhere without asking me first, don't read this if you have a problem with hot men having sex, etc.
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8
Today had been a hectic day on Strictly Come Dancing. A punishing group jive, followed by yet another elimination. This one hit close to home for Gethin because his friend Matt di Angelo had almost been cut. He barely knew Matt but they'd become very close in their time on the show. Many people saw their relationship as brotherly, two young men teasing and joking around. Gethin was happy to let them believe what they wanted to believe, since he didn't want anyone to know he was gay and harbored a growing crush on his younger, more emotional co-star.
He decided to pop by Matt's trailer to see how he was getting on after the results show.
Matt's back was to him. Matt was wearing snug jeans and a tight tee-shirt that showed his naturally developed yet lanky back and shoulders. Gethin felt guilty about checking him out, especially as Matt turned around and Gethin realized he'd been crying.
"What's wrong?"
Matt laughed the question off.
"Oh, I'm just upset cause Flavia won't go out with me."
Gethin wasn't convinced. His hand rested on Matt's shoulder, and felt so natural there. Matt's reserve began to fall as he knew he was in the presence of a true friend.
"I just wonder what I did to make people hate me."
Gethin wanted nothing more than to take Matt in his arms and absorb all his pain and self-doubt.
"No one hates you, Matt. Votes are based on regions and how known somebody is before the show and whether people want to get back at the judges..."
Matt didn't want to hear it.
"I haven't seen you in the bottom two yet. And you haven't lost your job either. Eastenders sacked me, then I come on here and I'm already almost gone. Why even bother?"
Gethin's heart broke for this young man with those expressive, sad brown eyes. He had fallen so deeply for Matt, and yet could never let him know. Even getting this close was a risk, but he wanted to make Matt feel better.
He wrapped Matt up in his arms. He knew Matt had to be vulnerable, since Matt did not put up a macho pretense, instead welcoming Gethin's comfort. Matt buried his head in Gethin's neck. His stubble scraped Gethin's smooth cheek, sending off a spark. Gethin had not realized that their lower halves were as close together as they were, and when the feel of Matt in his arms began to make him hard, Matt soon noticed.
Matt lifted his head from Gethin's neck.
"Gethin...what..." he whispered, staring at Gethin open-mouthed.
Gethin couldn't resist. He kissed Matt, sweet and giving, breaking apart to stare into those gorgeous eyes one more time, then slipping his tongue into a still-stunned Matt's open mouth. Matt soon responded, his hands traveling up to feel Gethin's pecs through his button-down shirt. Matt didn't know what he was doing, but he knew he wanted this.
"Let me make you feel good," Gethin whispered, kissing Matt's forehead, his eyelids, gently pressing his lips to Matt's nose, biting his chin, finally settling on his mouth again. Such kissable lips. "Let me take care of you."
He led Matt over to the couch. He started with Matt's shoes and socks, looking up at Matt with a desire that told Matt Gethin belonged to him, heart and soul. Matt removed his own shirt, his nipples hardening amidst his light coating of chest hair. Next removed were his jeans, leaving him in only his tightie whities. Gethin, unable to resist, suckled Matt's penis head through his briefs. Matt began whimpering, even more when Gethin slid him out of his underpants and began gently chewing at his foreskin. Matt felt so good. He had had good sex over the years, but this was one of the few times he ever felt truly worshiped.
Just when the pleasure became too much to bear, Gethin pulled back the foreskin, lapping Matt's bell end with his skilled tongue. He fit his tongue inside Matt's piss slit, making Matt's knees buckle. To Matt's amazement, after a few moments, Gethin had swallowed his entire six and a half inches. The pleasure on Gethin's face, the light shining in his eyes at the simple act of making Matt feel good, was too much for Matt.
"I-I'm...I..."
He'd intended the words as a warning, but Gethin took them as encouragement. He sucked deep, tracing the backs of Matt's knees with his soft fingertips. Matt cried out as his semen splattered down Gethin's throat, so much that his mouth began to overflow.
Matt was so overcome by what he'd just done that Gethin had to hold up. Their foreheads pressed together, Matt panting heavily at the smiling yet nervous man.
"Are you gay?"
Gethin shouldn't have been nervous. After all, he'd just sucked Matt off, it was a little late for Matt to act like the injured party. But hesitant he was. But he already had to lie to his fans and to many people he loved. He wasn't going to lie this time.
"Yes. Yes, I am."
Matt wasn't exactly shocked. Straight men usually weren't so brilliant at giving head.
"Why me, then? Why not some of those fit professional dancers who are gay as geese?"
Gethin couldn't help a small smile. Those camp queens weren't his style. He was going to come up with some reason, but with Matt in his arms, he felt as if he was without burdens or lies.
"Because I'm falling in love with you."
"Oh."
Matt wasn't expecting that, even if it explained why Gethin was always touching him and giving him longing glances. And why he'd just given him the best blow job of his life.
They were quiet for some moments. Gethin almost began to feel as if he'd made a mistake, that Matt couldn't accept what he'd said. He was going to leave when suddenly Matt clasped his shirt collar.
"I want to see you, Gethin."
He began unbuttoning Gethin's shirt. Gethin was not in a mood to disagree and untucked the fabric from his trousers while undoing his cuffs. The button down shirt was soon peeled off Gethin's body. Gethin had shaved his chest for the show, but remnants of his fur still coated his broad torso.
Matt was left breathless at Gethin's well-muscled torso. He knew Gethin had played rugby and used to be a gymnast, but he had no idea what a flawless, luscious set of pecs or abs or arms Gethin was hiding.
The naked admiration from Matt just made Gethin's arousal deepen, which was evident at the front of his trousers. Matt gulped, his hands trembling slightly as he began to undo Gethin's pants.
"Let me," Gethin said, taking Matt's hands in his and guiding Matt's hands in unbuckling his belt. He soon revealed his grey boxer briefs, which contained a fat, leaking cock. Matt unconsciously licked his lips at the Welsh meat he could see straining against the thin material. He didn't know what was going on with him, he usually didn't look at the lads this way. There was something so pure about Gethin, and so mouthwatering.
Gethin was swept up in some nerves as he began to lower his shorts. This time, Matt was the more confident one, putting his hands at the hem of the underwear and pushing them down. Gethin's erection slapped at his hair-dusted belly with a slick plop.
"You're a big boy," Matt breathed, in awe and amusement. Gethin was at least eight inches, and quite thick. "How do you manage to leave the house without people gagging for this every time they see you?" Part of him was jealous and part was horny as hell.
Gethin developed an all over-blush. His cock bobbed and leaked with a mind of its own. He placed his cock beside Matt's revived erection, sliding them both back and forth in his hand, the friction driving them mad as they kissed.
Gethin wanted more. He grabbed Matt's bum, so perky and so fuckable.
"Oh no! Not ready for that!" Matt stammered and was visibly panicked. Gethin couldn't help pouting. He'd concede on the anal sex part, but he at least wanted something.
"What if I just run it up and down your backside, don't stick it in?"
Matt wasn't sure, but Gethin began playing with his foreskin again and he soon gave in.
Matt laid down on the couch, on his stomach. His behind was so pert and so smooth, Gethin wanted to take a bite. So he did. Matt groaned. He'd never had anyone do that to him. Then he felt Gethin straddled his back, and suddenly that big club began sliding up and down his lightly hairy crack. It felt so strange at first, but quickly felt good. Better than good. He imagine what the big dick might feel like inside him, but he wasn't quite ready for that step yet. As Gethin glided his increasingly sticky boner back and forth at the edge of Matt's hole, Matt thrust his own erection back and forth against the leather couch. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He came first, shooting all over the sofa and his own stomach. Gethin was next, coating his crack and buttocks with spray after spray of pent-up seed. Before he could move, he felt a warm sensation near his hole. Then a tongue.
"Oh GOD..."
Gethin was licking and tasting his own cream. It felt so good. He couldn't believe he was letting a man do this to him.
Soon, Gethin stood up to let Matt have a chance to get more comfortable. Matt's tired eyes were drawn to Gethin's muscular, plump rear end. He wanted a good piece of that. He couldn't resist laying a good hard smack on those solid globes. Gethin's dick throbbed again at the sensation.
He was too delirious and happy and tired to do anything else today. He still couldn't quite believe this had happened.
"Gethin, about what just happened..."
Gethin looked at Matt, who had a very serious, remorseful expression on his young face. Gethin began to wonder if this had all been a big mistake.
"I hope we can do it again, and again, and again."
Gethin was so relieved he almost passed out. This time, Matt was the one who caught him. They laughed, and then kissed tenderly, their naked bodies joined together in tired satisfaction. They knew this was just the start.