"And something tells me that this isn't over."
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Now under the warmth of Matty's duvet, with Matty laying on his back, Billy hovers over him, nestling comfortably between his legs. Matty hitches his knees up as he can feel a poking around his groin and reaches down to guide Billy to where he needs to be. 

He begins to push himself inside as he leans nearly chest to chest with Matty. He feels the smoothness of the condom glide in slowly then glide out equally as slowly. The sensation was new and very pleasurable. He suddenly locks eyes with Billy who gives him an open mouthed smile. "It feels good Matty." He whispers low as he slightly picks up his pace.

Matty smiles back, pulling him a little closer as his hands wrap around his back and his legs spread a little wider. This tiny adjustment spurs Billy to up the pace a little more, thrusting faster, accompanied by his little huffs and grunts in his ear as Matty looks over his shoulder at the ceiling. 

It's then he feels something new happening inside of him. Something which feels a little out of his control. The feeling felt like it was building and building, slowly taking over his entire body. Was this that elusive feeling Joy was telling him about? The one which could only be achieved by something going in real deep, hitting the right place?

Why was Matty even questioning it? Joy had always said that you don't think you're having an orgasm, you just know! And boy! Matty knew he was about to have one hell of a climax.

"Billy...don't stop... I think I'm gonna come." Matty says, just above a whisper.  His nails subconsciously dig into Billy's shoulder blades, eyes closing as he lets the feeling consume him. A sheer state of bliss, which tickled his insides beautifully and decorates the space between them.

Billy's thrusts become even more erratic and out of time as he comes inside the condom. "Ah shit... so good." He huffs, ravaging Matty's neck with kisses as he eventually stills, crashing on top of him. 

Matty giggles blissfully as he wraps his legs around his waist, holding him close, just enjoying the afterglow of what just happened and the closeness between them. 

He eventually lowers his legs as Billy lifts himself up off of Matty, pulling out, the condom hanging off his length slightly, with the tip filled with the creamy stuff. Matty grins as he sees what he had done to him. "I'll be back in a minute." Billy says, still out of breath as he gets up, pulling off the condom and heading to the bathroom, returning a moment later, looking extremely happy just as Matty is cleaning himself up. 

He climbs back into bed next to Matty, kissing him on the lips. "Was it ok?" He asks a little nervously, laying on his side, with his hand resting on an upturned palm. 

Matty raises a hand and runs his fingers through Billy's slightly damp messy hair. "It was beautiful. Thank You." he replies. 

Billy leans forward, kissing Matty once again on the lips, before again stopping to gaze at his beautiful face. "Matty...I...I love you." He says a little apprehensivly. He knew he had loved him from the moment he had met him, but had never found the right moment or the courage to say it out loud. 

Matty can feel himself getting overwhelmed by the words or maybe it was because he was still recovering from his high, but the words couldn't have left his mouth as easily as they did in that moment. "I love you too Billy." And there they were again. Lips locked. Matty was so happy, so in this bubble of bliss that when he hears the slight choke from Billy's mouth, he doesn't quite register it at first. 

He opens his eyes to see why Billy is suddenly coughing, he sees in horror, his face turning red. Wrapped around his neck like a noose was his brown blanket! 

Billy has now stopped coughing and is struggling to breathe. His hands now claw at the material around his neck. He is looking at Matty wide eyed, his big brown eyes looking even bigger than Matty had ever seen them. 

Matty screams. he leans forward, frantically trying to grab the blanket from around his neck which seemed to have a strong hold around him, but it wouldn't budge. 

Billy was barely breathing now, his face as red as a tomato. Matty hurriedly gets out of bed and opens his bedside drawer once again, pulling out a metal nail file. He begins to stab the blanket like a maniac.

"Eeeeeeeeee"

A piercing noise fills the bedroom as the blanket seems to lose its hold from around Billy's neck a little, allowing him to pull it away. 

The blanket now drops onto the bed, writhing in an animated way as the horrendous screech continues to radiate from it. Matty looks at Billy, trying to catch his breath, still grabbing at his neck. 

The blanket suddenly flings itself back at Billy, now smothering his face. Billy again tries to pull the fabric away. 

Matty sees a loose corner and pulls back with all his might. The blanket is now in his grasp. He doesn't hesitate as Matty plunges the nail file into the cloth again and again and again. The sound is deafening, like an over-boiled whistling kettle which eventually gets quieter and eventually stops altogether. 

Matty takes the now shredded blanket and heads to the window. He opens it and throws the blanket into the back garden. 

Billy finally manages to catch a breath. "What the hell was that Matty?" 

Matty looks out of the window where he can see the blanket lying motionless on the ground. "My blanket." he says under his breath. "And something tells me that this isn't over."