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Oy vey.

Here's a little something from Iron Hand that I wrote for a friend. It's a graphic m/m PWP, and therefore, can't be posted on FictionPress, so I'm posting it here.

Read at your own risk.

Enjoy.

Iron Hand is the story of a boy, Zachary Ashton, who escapes from the Hell of his home and into the unexpected warm and welcoming embrace of a college student, Jett Redford. Their story is one of romance, tragedy and secrets. There is one occurrence where Jett works with a long time friend of his, Mateo, on a business project for a class they share. Mateo explains to Jett that Dylan, Jett's room mate, had told him about Zach, and Mateo expressed his concern and love for his friend with a kiss. Though their kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door, one must wonder, what if they hadn't been interrupted…

For Jimmy
LOVE YOU SWEETIE!

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"Ugh, I hate business. It's so incredibly annoying," Jett groaned, typing up a storm on his computer.

"I hear ya, man," Mateo said, sitting on the love seat and reading through a text book. He had taken his silk collared shirt off and was wearing only his baggy navy blue jeans and his white-beater, his obviously Latin and muscular body exposed. There was a pause before Mateo spoke again. "Jett?"

"Yeah?"

"I was talking to Dylan earlier while we were waiting for you and…" It was clear Mateo was unsure of whether he had a right to talk to Jett about what was on his mind.

"And…?"

"And he told me about Zach."

Jett's typing suddenly stopped, but the blonde didn't turn to Mateo. His voice was dangerously soft and it was clear that he hadn't wanted Mateo to know about this. "What else did he tell you?"

"That you're fond of the kid…too fond of him." Mateo's brown eyes narrowed slightly as he locked gazes with Jett through the reflection of the computer monitor. "You're gonna get yourself into a whole shit-load of trouble, Jett."

Jett lowered his gaze slightly, almost as if he were ashamed. "Don't worry about me, Mateo."

"I can't help but worry," Mateo said, setting his book on the coffee table. He then stood and walked over to the blonde. "I don't want you getting in over your head."

"I'm not in over my head. I know exactly what I'm doing," Jett said, looking to Mateo with confidence.

Mateo smiled understandingly. "You don't, Jett. I can see the uncertainty in your eyes."

This statement surprised Jett and the sting of the truth showed in his expression. He gave Mateo a look, then scowled. "I'm fine. I've never been more sure of myself in my life."

Mateo flat out laughed at this.

Jett gave Mateo another look and he felt the blush rise in his cheeks. "What? What's so damn funny?" He demanded.

The Latino shook his head. "You're just as bad a liar as you were when we were kids."

An indignant look crossed the blonde's face, causing his friend to laugh even more. Jett folded his arms across his chest. "I don't see what's so incredibly funny. I'm telling you the truth."

Mateo crouched down in front of Jett, traces of his laughter still evident on his face. He placed his hand on Jett's thigh. "If that lets you sleep at night, I won't spoil it for you. But I'm still worried about you."

"You shouldn't be," Jett said, suddenly aware of how attractive Mateo was, that the Latino was on his knees in front of him, that his hand was on his thigh. All these things were suddenly all Jett could think about, and he tensed.

"You're one of my closest and dearest friends. I care about you more than any sane person should. Besides, I know I'll be the first person you come to for bail money," Mateo said with a chuckle.

Jett chuckled a bit as well, nervously. The nervousness was due to the fact that Mateo was straightening somewhat and leaning closer to him.

"I don't want you playing with fire; I don't want you burned," Mateo said softly, his breath warm upon Jett's cheek.

Something in the back of Jett's mind kicked and, being the amazing actor he was, he played it cool. This completely hid the uneasiness and nervousness his current situation caused. He gave Mateo a small smile. "I know, Mateo. And I appreciate it."

Mateo moved his hand to rest were Jett's jaw met his neck, returning the small smile. He then gently pressed his lips to the blonde's in a sweet kiss. "Just know that I care, and that I'm here for you," He said once he backed off. He punctuated this with one more kiss.

But as Mateo moved to break the kiss, Jett's hand moved to the back of his neck and pulled the Latino closer, deepening the kiss. Mateo didn't go against Jett's advance and actually went with it. The blonde pulled Mateo up and onto his lap, having Mateo straddle him, where they continued to kiss.

Jett took a random note that Mateo was an amazing kisser. 'Must be the Latin blood.' Their tongues were soon lazily sparring with and caressing each other's, each soon vocalizing their pleasure in their current actions.

The blonde placed his hands on Mateo's thighs as he moved forward in his seat slightly. Mateo knew what Jett was doing, and he didn't stop kissing the blonde, having wanted to do this for a long time. The Latino wasn't surprised when Jett stood from the desk chair, his hands on Mateo's upper thighs to support him. Mateo wrapped his legs around Jett's waist as the blonde carried him over to the love seat.

There, they fell onto the soft cushions, Mateo on his back with Jett leaning over him, and it was there that their kiss broke for the first time since they began.

A bit flushed and panting softly, Mateo smiled to Jett. One of those charming and entrancing smiles he was so good at was on his lips. "I've…been wanting to do this…for a while, Jett…"

The blonde smiled a bit, also flushed and softly panting. "I've been obsessing about it for a while now, too…" To punctuate this thought, he gave his Latino lover a hot kiss, his lust soon playing a major role in his actions.

Within moments, their hips were moving against each other's, their kisses getting hotter and more passionate. Soon, Jett couldn't stand it anymore. He needed skin-to-skin contact.

He grabbed Mateo's shirt and nearly ripped it off of him, doing the same with his own shirt. His hands immediately began roaming the firm plains of Mateo's chest. His fingers danced across taunt muscles and teasingly touched Mateo's nipples, electing a soft moan from the Latino.

Smirking, Jett slid down Mateo's body a bit, bringing himself eye-level with Mateo's chest, where his lips and tongue worked and teased his lover's heated flesh. His hand slid down to kneed Mateo's crotch as he continued his ministrations 'higher up.'

Mateo, meanwhile, was trying to convince himself that this wasn't a dream, and that the blonde hottie he'd been lusting for really was willing to do this with him, that his most recent object of obsession was pleasuring him with that talented mouth of his…

Suddenly, a thought somehow managed to cross Mateo's mind, even through the pleasure he was receiving. He wanted Jett, to take the blonde and savor every sound that escaped his lips and bask in the glory that he had caused Jett to scream his name and…the thought of that alone, plus the reality he was living was almost enough to push him over the edge that very moment!

Single-handedly, Jett unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of Mateo's jeans, then slide his hand into the denim. There, his cool fingertips caressed the sensitive and heated skin of his Latino lover, and his hand soon went to work.

Mateo's eyes closed as he felt Jett's hand move up and down his length, feeling a calloused fingertip circle the head, then Jett's hand wrap around the shaft and slide down. The Latino bit his lip, trying to quiet a moan as his back arched at both spots of pleasure Jett was giving him.

Smirking even more now, Jett moved his mouth to Mateo's neglected nipple, running his tongue across his lover's chest to get there, then sucking and teasing it as he had the first. Jett chuckled as he felt Mateo's hands find their way into his blonde hair, urging him to continue what he was doing. But Jett wasn't going to let pleasure come that easily for Mateo.

The blonde's hand motions became painfully slow, and Mateo began to thrust his hips, again, urging Jett to continue.

"Más…por favor…" Mateo pleaded, his voice low and husky.

Jett smirked as he pulled away from Mateo's chest, a mischievous look in his glittering eyes. "Yo no sé…" He smiled. "Lo queres?" His hand continued to stroke and squeeze Mateo's sex.

"Ahora…!!" Mateo choked on his words as a sharp stab of pleasure shot through his body. Jett had given him a sudden and sort of rough tug.

Jett snickered, and again, lowered his mouth to Mateo's chest. His tongue ran a wet trail down and between Mateo's pecs, then down his abs where his tongue dipped teasingly into his navel. It was then that Jett pulled his hand from the fabric of Mateo's pants, and placed a hand on either of Mateo's hips. Mateo, realizing what Jett was planning, lifted his pelvis off the love seat, allowing the blonde to easily remove his pants.

Jett's mouth moved farther down his body in tantalizing kisses, once Mateo was free of the offending material. When Jett reached the gray waist band of Mateo's black boxer-briefs, he slowly slid his tongue between cloth and flesh, his movements painfully provocative.

"Ijueputa…Jett…más bajo…" Mateo's hands were urging Jett to move his talented mouth lower.

"Paciencia, mi amor…" Jett purred. He then used to teeth to slide Mateo's boxer-briefs off his hips. Once they were out of the way, Jett kissed up the inside of Mateo's thigh, causing the Latino to moan rather pathetically.

Jett's lips passed over Mateo's throbbing hard cock, giving the weeping head a teasing kiss before sucking on the inside of his other thigh. He then doubled back, kissing up Mateo's thigh until he came to the proof of his passion. Jett glanced up to his Latino lover.

Mateo looked down to Jett, his eyes heavily lidded and clouded with lust. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was slightly parted as he panted softly, his chest rising and falling without rhythm. The Latino's expression just begged for Jett to continue.

Jett smirked to Mateo, then lowered his head and slowly took his lover's hardened member into his mouth, his lips slowly easing over it.

Mateo fell back, and it was an effort for him not to release himself right then as he felt himself encased in the hot cavern of Jett's mouth. "Ay…qué rico…Jett…"

The blonde then pulled back, withdrawing from Mateo a bit, only to take him back into his mouth. He felt the head of Mateo's member against the back of his throat and he relaxed his throat, stopping his gag reflex so he could give Mateo the most pleasure possible.

Soon, Jett felt Mateo's hips begin thrusting, and because the blonde was no fan of having his face fucked, his hands firmly pinned his lover to the cushions beneath him. Mateo whimpered as he was immobilized. As a result, his hands soon tangled in Jett's blonde hair, forcing his head to go up and down with his cock in his mouth.

Mateo's moans became louder and his breathing more ragged as Jett began swirling his tongue around Mateo's tip, then taking him back in and sucking. Mateo's moans did nothing to help Jett's own problem. The blonde was sporting the mother of all hard ons, and the sexy sounds Mateo was making only made it worse. However, his main goal at the moment was giving pleasure, not receiving it.

Because his hands were on Mateo's hips, Jett was able to feel his lover's muscles tighten, a sign that he was about to cum. Mateo, too, realized this, and pulled Jett's head up and away from him.

Jett gave Mateo an innocently confused look, having planned on taking him all the way with his mouth. "Am I doing something wrong?" The blonde asked. The concern that perhaps his new lover wasn't being pleased was apparent in his expression, and this caused him to look vulnerable, something the Latino found an incredible turn-on.

A reassuring smile crossed Mateo's lips, and in what seemed like a flash, he switched positions. He was now on top of Jett, with the blonde on his back on the cushions of the love seat. "Not at all," he purred, leaning down to nip and suck on Jett's neck.

"Then, why-"

"Té quiero, Jett," Mateo cut him off. His voice was low and husky, his brown eyes clouded with lust.

There was just something about Mateo that made Jett feel like it was his first time all over again. There was something about his Latino lover that made him only wish to please, made him completely submissive, made him so utterly unlike himself.

Jett felt Mateo slide a hand into his boxers and inhaled sharply when the Latino began to stroke and pump him, his arousal having been neglected until then. He moaned on the exhale, his voice a little higher than usual, the sound proving that he was completely and totally at Mateo's mercy.

As Mateo continued to please Jett with his hand, he claimed the blonde's mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue soon warring with his lover's. He balanced himself as he did this, using his free hand to rid Jett of his blue silk boxers and tossing them to the floor.

But surprisingly, it was Jett who broke the kiss.

"Mateo…please…" Jett panted. "…take me…I want it now…" His face was flushed and his eyes an even darker shade of green, a sure sign that he was deep in his passion.

"You're sure?" Mateo asked. Though he wanted nothing more than release and to have it within Jett, he didn't want to violate his friend. He cared too much for the sexy blonde beneath him.

"Please…" The word was drawn out in a moan, Jett's eyes closing briefly, desperate for release.

That being enough consent for him, Mateo's dark eyes darted about the room, looking for something they could use as lubricant.

Jett happened to notice this. "Far right drawer…of the coffee table…" All this time, Mateo's hand was working him without mercy and he was ready to give in to it. However, he wanted to feel Mateo inside him before he went over the edge.

Mateo reached over to the table and opened the mentioned drawer, easily spotting the desired tube. He then fumbled with his jeans, looking for the condom he always carried in his wallet…just for such an occasion.

Realizing what Mateo was doing and finding it only a waste of time, Jett grabbed Mateo, pulling him up from the Latino's search of the jeans. "No…I want you *NOW*!" His voice was an interesting mixture of command and begging. He then pulled him down for a hot kiss.

Taking the hint, Mateo returned the kiss and abandoned his search for his condom. 'And it was the pretty blue one, too…' While kissing his blonde lover, Mateo single-handedly opened the tube of lube and slathered some onto the first two digits of his hand. As his tongue sparred with Jett's, his slid his hand underneath the blonde and into his opening, preparing him for what was to come (no pun intended ^_^;;).

Jett moaned into the kiss as Mateo nailed that pleasure spot deep within him and rocked against the Latino's hand, wanting more. Jett had to break the kiss when Mateo began thrusting his hand, his moans not allowing him to continue kissing.

"Mateo…I want you so bad…" Jett moaned. "Take me…take me *NOW*…"

When Mateo felt that Jett was ready, he withdrew his hand and coated his erection with the lube, soon positioning himself for penetration. He gave Jett a look and the blonde wrapped his legs around Mateo's waist. With this done, Mateo slowly eased into Jett, not wanting to hurt him.

Jett winced at the slight pain, the role-reversal something he wasn't used to. Once Mateo was fully inside, there was a pause for both Jett and Mateo to adjust to the new sensations. It was an effort for Mateo not to release right then, finding Jett incredibly tight.

Wanting more, the blonde rocked his hips against Mateo's, causing a shiver to run down both their spines at the delicious pleasure. Following Jett's unspoken order, Mateo began a deep and steady thrusting, taking care to hit that spot within that made Jett writhe and moan.

Jett's hips moved against Mateo and an unspoken game soon started. Mateo pulled back and slammed into Jett, causing the blonde to yelp at the shock of pleasure pain it sent through him, and as a sort of pay back, he tightened his muscles around Mateo, causing the Latino to hold his breath a moment, then exhale with a moan.

It was soon clear that each wanted the other to cum first and their pace quickened.

With his hands firmly on Jett's hips, Mateo pounded into the blonde again and again, causing a long string of 'Oh, God,' 'Mateo,' and 'HARDER!' to pour from Jett's mouth, his voice so vulnerable and sexy that it turned Mateo on all the more.

Sheens of sweat soon covered their bodies. The irrational moaning of their names and their heavy breathing were soon the only sounds in the room; their world suddenly shrank to only each other. Droplets of Mateo's sweat fell to Jett's firm chest, and the blonde's bangs were dampened with his own as their heat and passion rose.

Soon, Mateo felt the energy of his on-coming orgasm focus at his groin. Knowing he was about to cum, but wanting Jett to cum first, he wrapped his still-lubricated hand around Jett's neglected erection and began pumping the blonde in time with his thrusting.

Being brought to a new level of pleasure, Jett was helplessly caught between Mateo's hand and Mateo's member thrusting into him again and again. He was lost in it, completely and utterly, and he couldn't control himself anymore.

With a final near-to-screaming of Mateo's name, Jett came, his seed soon coating both his and Mateo's chests in the process. Tremors ran through his body as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through him.

The feeling of Jett's orgasm and having the blonde tighten around him, plus the fact that the sheer sexiness of Jett screaming *his* name, compounded with the pure pleasure of the act itself allowed Mateo to soon follow his lover into oblivion. This was announced with a similar near-to-screaming of Jett's name.

After such an intense orgasm, Mateo all but collapsed on top of Jett, barely catching himself before his weight fell on his blonde lover. He carefully pulled out, then laid down beside Jett on the love seat, there being more than enough room for both of them.

Mateo reached over to the coffee and grabbed a few tissues from the box Jett kept there. He cleaned both himself and Jett up somewhat, then instinctively pulled Jett into a warm embrace.

Jett gave Mateo a smile, then kissed him. Though it wasn't as hot or passionate as the ones they shared during their love-making, it was sweet and lingering, one that showed he harbored feelings for his Latino friend.

Mateo returned the kiss, basking in the after-glow of what happened between he and Jett. When the blonde broke the kiss, he snuggled up to Mateo; he was beyond exhausted, slight tremors still running through his body as after-shocks to his incredible orgasm.

"…thank you…Mateo…"

"Te amo, Jett…" Mateo said, his voice barely above a whisper as he kissed Jett's forehead.

A smile crossed the blonde's lips. "Te amo, Mateo."

Feeling more than safe and comfortable in each other's arms, both Mateo and Jett fell asleep, knowing that their feelings towards each other were returned and that they were free to express and act upon them.