Mr. Americana and the London Boy 03

*** Matt's Point of View***

I wake up early, Eric is nestled into me. It's the perfect Christmas gift, that's all I'll say about that. And he told me I'm his best friend last night. That makes me feel so warm and gushy on the inside. Love as a lover and love as a best friend are very different, but I'm lucky we have both kinds with each other.

I decide to make this cute boy some breakfast. I slip out of bed and get cooking. Eggs sunny side up, toast, and bacon. Hot chocolate and orange juice. Everything to make him a lovely meal. I grab the bed tray, putting everything on there and paying more attention to the little details than I've ever done before. I even grab a flower from the bouquet he brought me and put it in a cute little vase. It's held up pretty well, but it's probably going to die in the next day or two.

I bring it into the bedroom, he's just coming out of the bathroom. "You're up!" I place the tray in the bed. "Happy Christmas, my love."

"Merry Christmas, Matty." He wraps his arms around me and we share a long, sweet kiss.

"Eat up. We've got a busy day. Are you ready?"

"I'm so ready. I can't wait to meet your family."

"They're looking forward to meeting you, they're in for a surprise though."

"I hope they like me." He looks a little nervous, it's cute.

"They'll love you to bits." I reassure him.

A few hours later, I'm knocking on the door of my family home.

Eric has his hands full of presents. My brother opens the door. "Happy Christmas, Matt." He welcomes me with a hug.

"Happy Christmas, James." I reply. "This is my boyfriend, Eric."

"Lovely to meet you, Eric. Please, come in, it's cold out there."

Inside, James' kids are in the living room. So is my father. Lizzie, my sister, and her fiancé Charlie, are in the kitchen along with my sister-in-law Carrie and my mother.

"Happy Christmas everyone!" I say cheerily, greeting them one by one with hugs. "This is my boyfriend, Eric." I introduce him to the group in the living room.

"Lovely to meet you, Eric." My father shakes his hands.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Lewis."

"Call me Chris. No need to be so formal."

We place the gifts under the tree and I lead him to the kitchen to meet the rest of the family.

"Happy Christmas, Matt!" My mum gives him a hug and kiss as I enter the kitchen.

"Happy Christmas, Mum." I hug her back. "You too Lizzie." I hug her. "And Charlie." I shake and hug him. My pregnant sister-in-law makes to stand up to greet us. "Don't stand, love. Happy Christmas Carrie." I hug her, keeping her sitting at the table. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, just tired, my back hurts."

"If you need anything, just let me know, I live the closest to you, you know." She waves me off.

I turn to introduce Eric, but my mom had already got a firm grip on him, hugging him tightly. "Lovely to meet you, my dear. I'm Kate."

Lizzie looks at me quizzically. She recognizes him. Carrie pinches me. I think she knows too. Lizzie whispers to Charlie, his eyes widen.

"Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Eric."

"So nice to finally meet you, Eric." Lizzie is still a little shocked, but manages to greet him. "You're Eric Bennett." She declares.

"Yes. I am." He says.

"Matt did not tell me." She pauses. "Not that it matters, I guess. Well, I'm a fan." He greets the others, my mother still not aware.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He offers.

"No, please go sit in the living room, we'll have snacks soon."

"My Mum has never liked sharing kitchen duties." I explain, it's probably best we leave her be.

Back in the living room, we rejoin my brother and father. The kids are running about. I'm pretty sure I hear whispers from the kitchen. "So, Eric, you're American. Where in America are you from?" My father asks.

"Yes, I grew up in Pennsylvania, now I spend most of my time in California." He answers.

"I've been to New York and Florida, lovely places. Never California though."

"What do you do there?" My brother asks.

"I'm an actor." He answers casually, looking at me.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful. Is it difficult? I mean, you hear such stories for some people, barely scraping by and all that."

"It can be, yes."

"What type of acting?"

"Films, mostly." He answers.

"Oh, very well done. And you're able to support yourself with just acting?"

"Yes."

"Oh, splendid. So many have to wait tables or work multiple jobs to get by and keep pursuing it. Would we recognize you from anything, what was the last film you did?"

Considering I know they're both massive fans of the film project he just finished, I think they'll figure it out once he answers. I watch their faces as he tells them.

"Bloody hell." I see it click with my brother. "You're Eric Bennett?!" Eric nods his head.

"Who is Eric Bennett?" My father asks James.

"Dad, Eric is Eric Bennett. Like from the movies. The actor."

"You're pulling me leg." He waves it off.

"It's true." I add.

"Look at him, of course it's him. I can't believe I didn't realize it."

My dads eyes widen. "Oh, guess it's true then. Well, big fan, I am. Lovely to meet you."

"Thank you." Eric looks quite pink in the face.

"But I'll make myself clear." My Dad leans in. "I couldn't give a rats arse about who you are. Just treat my boy well, that's all I care about."

Now I'm a little embarrassed. "I plan to. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be for him." Eric answers. "He's the sweetest person I've ever met. I'm lucky to know him." He maintains eye contact with my Dad, then looks at my brother.

"Well, good. Alright then." My Dad settles back into his seat. "So, how'd you two meet?"

"My friend Sam, she worked on his last project and thought we'd get along."

"How long has it been?"

"We met a few months ago, but he was in America for the majority of that time." I answer.

"I was not the best at the beginning, I'll be honest." Eric says. "But the months I was in America, I could only think of Matt."

"Same for me." I tell Eric more than the others in the room.

The rest of the day flies by. The initial shock of Eric wears off for the most part. There's the occasional look of disbelief at who's with us, but they treat him as normal as they treated the only other person I've ever brought home. They warm up to him pretty quickly, and even start cracking jokes with him.

By the end of the night, he's best friends with my siblings. And my parents are ready to adopt him.

"It was lovely to meet you, my dear. You're welcome here any time." My mother holds both of his hands.

"Thank you for letting me spend this day with you and your family. I had a wonderful time." He's pulled in for a hug.

The rest of my family says their goodbyes as well. They all spend more time with him than me, I'm just passed over with quick goodbyes. It actually makes me happy how much they seem to like him.

On my way out, my mother gives me a hug goodbye. "I like him for you." She whispers. "Just be careful, my love."

"I will be." I kiss her cheek and follow Eric out of the house.

Once we get back to my flat, we get out of our clothes and into pajamas. We decided not to stop by his hotel to grab the rest of his clothes, with the extra media attention around the two of us. They don't know who I am yet, we don't want that to change just yet.

"You know, I'd be fine if we never get the rest of your clothes." I say as he looks at the small bag he has with a few items. The frown he gives me is so dang cute. "Only because I love you in my clothes."

"Not naked?"

"Oh fuck, I forgot I burned all my clothes." I tease him, stepping closer and giving him a delicate kiss.

"Sadly not all." He tugs on my shirt.

"How about I take them off? And maybe I'll leave them off tomorrow too."

"I'm gonna be completely honest, I've always wanted a boy-toy that lounges around half naked all day."

"Is that so?" I grin. "Sit down, baby boy." I say in a cowboy accent.

The look he is giving me tells me I'm weird and it makes me laugh. He sits on the bed, and I start slowly grinding on him like a stripper. I peel my shirt off and whirl it around in the air. I'm flexing all my muscles and he's smiling and enjoying the show. I put my thumb in the waistbands of my shorts and my underwear, playfully pulling down just enough for a glimpse of the top of my pubes.

"Whoop whoop!" He runs a hand down my abs.

I pull my shorts off, revealing my thin pair of briefs. The light material is extremely sensual, but I'm just here to be gawked at, he's gonna have to control himself for the time being.

I grind against him a few times, then back off. "Your boy-toy is heading to the couch." I turn around and head for the door, intentionally readjusting the edges of my briefs to flash my cheeks a little.

"Wait for me!" He yells after me. I hear his cute feet stomp on the ground as he catches up. He wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a back hug before letting go to let me keep walking. I reach my hand behind me and he grabs it.

On the couch, I lay down on my back, he settles himself on top of me. This position is perfect, I get to keep him right next to me, and play with his hair and rub his back.

"Tomorrow's Boxing Day, you know." I announce.

"What exactly is that?" He laughs.

"It's now a day for shopping and sales. It's kinda like your Black Friday. It used to be about giving gifts to the poor, but that's not as big of a thing anymore, sadly." I explain. "There's also football games, which is what I usually focus on."

"You watch games all day?" He asks.

"Yeah, I've actually gone some years. I'm an Arsenal fan, as you can see by that gear over there." I point to the corner with a mini shrine of Arsenal memorabilia. "I do hope you'll be supportive of my team."

"I'll root for them, yeah. Are they good?"

"Yes, quite good." I hold off on listing all their stats, I'm trying to recruit him, not scare him away.

"Maybe next year, when we're not hiding out from the world, we could go to their game. And I'd like to give gifts, maybe we can come up with some good places to support? Would you like to? If you're not interested, that's totally fine I won't judge you. I just have so much money I don't even need."

"Yeah, I'll be honest, I haven't done enough of that. I'm pretty fortunate nowadays, I should help others more."

"I didn't for a while, I honestly got so scared of all the money. I got scared I'd lose it all somehow, so I hoarded it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I didn't grow up with much and you would think that it would mean I'd be used to having so little and that it wouldn't matter, but once I made money, and felt the security for a brief minute, I knew I couldn't risk losing that sense of security."

"I understand what you mean. I appreciate you sharing that with me." I kiss the top of his head. I gently rub his back.

He burrows his head into me and readjusts, getting himself comfortable, it's adorable seeing him get comfortable in my arms. He trusts me, and I'm so proud of that fact.

"You smell so good." He mumbles. "Why do you have to be so cute?"

"You're the cute one, love." I chuckle. "And so cuddly." I squeeze him. "And very warm." I laugh. "I'm so cold compared to you. Feel this." I slip my cold hand under his shirt and press it to his lower back.

He squirms. "Jesus!" He laughs.

"I'll move it..." I move it down his back and slip it under the waistband of his clothing, my cold hand pressed to the top of his right butt cheek.

"That's so cold!" He giggles. "But it kind of feels good." He adds.

"Of course it feels good, it's my hand touching you." I tease.

"So full of it."

"Oi, am I wrong?"

"No." He exhales, his warm breath on my neck. "Keep touching me, please." He follows the warm breath with a kiss in the same spot. His lips against my skin, oh that is such a lovely sensation.

I feel my cock stiffen a little. I reach my other hand around his back and down his underwear, grabbing hold of his left cheek.

"I love that your bum fits so perfectly in my hands."

"I love that your hands are the perfect fit for my butt." He responds.

I grind my hips up into him. "Do you like my hands here?" I ask him. I know the answer, but I want to hear it.

"I love your hands there." He moans. He presses his groin harder into me. He kisses my neck again, this time not stopping after just one. His lips are so soft against my skin, each kiss feels like an injection of happiness into my skin.

"That feels so good." I moan.

"Those thin briefs of yours aren't very good at keeping you in." He grinds his cock against mine, now semi hard.

"Might as well get out of them, then."

"Allow me..." He leaves one final kiss at the base of my neck, then slips off the couch onto the rug on the floor.

He pulls my leg, getting me to sit up normally on the couch and face him. I get one leg on each side of him. He looks unbelievably sexy sitting there on his knees between my legs. I'm so turned on by this image of him, it's just too perfect. It's already found a forever home in my brain.

I watch as he kisses my right knee. He leaves a trail of kisses up the inside of my leg, up into my inner thigh. He's dangerously close to my not-so-subtle bulge.

"You look so fucking hot right there." I sigh, leaning back and watching him.

He looks up at me and grins. His smile moves closer and closer to my bulge. His eyes look into mine. They're so pretty, those big brown eyes. And they're telling me how bad they want me, I'm certain mine are saying the same about him.

He opens his lips wide and presses his mouth to my bulge. His mouth is so hot, his kiss is so intense. It's long, he leaves his mouth on my bulge for a while, lightly sucking through the underwear. When he pulls back, his teeth grab the material of underwear and pull it up as he backs off. He lets it go, but the damage is done, my cock has been given more room and now it's sticking straight up.

"I didn't realize we were going camping." He says. "Thanks for pitching the tent." He smirks.

I laugh at the silly joke. "That was such a stupid dad joke." I laugh.

"I know, but it was too easy not to use."

He kisses the top of my thigh, right underneath the hem of my briefs. From there, he uses his tongue to trace the outline of my briefs. He licks all the way down to my balls, then plants a kiss on them, moving to the other side and licking upwards.

"Take them off." I say. "Please." I beg.

"I will." He plants a kiss right over my cock. A long, sloppy one that leaves a big wet mark on my underwear. He reaches for the waistband, pulling my underwear down. I lift my hips up, letting him pull them down. "You look insanely sexy in these, by the way." He says. He takes a quick whiff, then folds them neatly and sets them down carefully. "I'm gonna request you wear these again."

"I bought an 8-pack of them. Different colors." I say. "I'll buy more if you'd like."

"Please do." He grins, lowering his mouth and finally pressing a real kiss to the tip of my cock, finally with no briefs in between.

"Ohhhhh." I breathe as his lips linger on my cock. He steadies my shaft at the base, pressing small kisses down the entire side. When he reaches the base, he licks a straight line back up to the top. He slides his mouth over my cock head, pausing and sucking on it. He does this thing where he keeps his mouth still, but changes the pressure he's applying. He sucks hard, then let's go, then sucks a little harder again, then let's go. Each new level is a surprise. Each time he sucks hard, I hear myself moaning. He can tell I love it, so he keeps going.

Then he takes his time sliding all the way down my shaft, his nose in my pubes. On his way back up, he applies that same pressure technique but with a twist. He sucks hard and moves up an inch, then pauses and releases his suction. He holds his position for a few seconds, then returns to his intense suction and moves up another inch. He repeats this all the way up my cock. Meanwhile, he finds this spot on the inside of my left thigh, applying matching levels of pressure in line with his mouth. It drives me absolutely wild.

At the top, he pulls off and sticks his tongue out. He slaps my cock on his tongue dozens of times, occasionally leaving sloppy kisses and licks. His free hand runs up and down my thigh, then settles on my balls. He fondles them between his fingers while his mouth works my cock. He brings his lips back to my tip, then slides them down again.

"Oh my God, that feels so good Eric." I moan.

He moans on my cock, making my eyes roll. He gets in a good rhythm, moving up and down my shaft. His tongue dances along my sensitive skin as he glides over me. After a few minutes in this rhythm, he releases his hold of my balls, moving his hand up to my cock to join the other.

Both hands on my shaft, he pulls his mouth off of me, and starts stroking my cock. He keeps his mouth close, the warmth of his breath teasing the tip of my cock. After a few tugs, he slides his mouth over my cock head and starts sucking. The combination of his hands massaging my cock and his mouth sucking my head.

I grab his head, gripping his hair. "Suck me, baby, that's it." I groan. "That feels so fucking good."

He locks his eyes in mine. "Cum for me." He moans. "I want to taste you, Matty." He returns to my cock, sliding all the way down me and the back up, sucking hard. As he climbs up, he brings his hands back to my shaft and twists.

"You're gonna make me cum." I warn. "Say my name again, please." I moan. It almost made me blow the first time, I know it will finish me off if he says it again.

He gives another few slides up and down my cock, then pulls it out and slaps his face with it. He steadies it, kisses the tip and then stares me down. "Hey Matty, I love you." He kisses me again, then slides all the way down again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna blow!" I moan. His words, combined with his very good blowjob skills, push me over the edge. He slides back up just as I shoot a copious amount of cum in his mouth. "Fuck, take that load, baby. Ah, yes, that's it..." I moan.

He moans over me, sucking on me until I'm completely drained. "Mmmm." He moans as he pulls off. He presses a final kiss to my tip, then wipes his lips with a finger. That single act is sexy enough to give me enough energy for another five rounds.

"Come here." I pat my thigh to signal him to sit on my lap. He happily obliges. "I have to say, last night was great, but a part of me was, like, in a haze of happiness and nerves. Today, wow, I'm still in a haze with you, but that was so fucking good."

"Was it?" He smiles.

I nod, noting the time on the clock. "And fuck, your mouth must be exhausted, that was about 20 minutes."

"Worth it. You taste so good." He lowers his lips and kisses me, his fingers holding my cheek.

My hands slip under his underwear, grabbing his cute butt and squeezing tight.

"That was very naughty of you." I say between kisses.

"What part?" He giggles, kissing me.

"Using that sentence to make me cum. You knew it'd finish me off."

"Didn't you want that?" He kisses me again. "Plus, only the truth was said."

"Yes, and true." I say. "I love you too, by the way."

"I know." His smile is so bright, it makes me feel so good. It's quite silly how happy he makes me.

"I really do." I say, softer this time. I kiss his forehead. I'm a little more emotional than I expected to be tonight.

"This has been the best Christmas, thanks to you. And your family. I love you, Matty." He says. "I've never been so happy, so at peace with my life. It makes sense with you, I know I'm supposed to be complete on my own, and I can be, but I don't need to be when I'm with you, because you really do complete me. As stupidly cliche as that sounds."

I don't have a response other than to hug him tight. I close my eyes and just stay still, hugging him and not letting go.