Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2017 08:32:28 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 4

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	This story is not a quick jack-off story. If you are looking for
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not just the sex, but also the lives of the characters and their romances
and dramas, then read on, and I hope you enjoy it!

	In the last chapter, Adam set up private sessions for Liam, to
'help Matt break out of his shell'. In this chapter, Liam makes a
realization, and we see the other half of the event inspired by It Can Work
Out, a story by another author (TrueFan) on this site – the other half
of the mall incident. If you've read ICWO, you'll know how the mall
incident ends – this chapter does have more to it after that.

	Anyway, on to the story, and I hope you enjoy it!

~~Chapter Four - Deal~~

[Matt]

	Someone kept knocking on the door, and I kept ignoring it. Then
Liam sends me a text telling me he knows I'm in here and to answer the
door, so I do.

	"Your lesson's at seven tonight," I say. "Not eleven in the
morning. What do you want?"

	"To hang out with you."

	"I've got a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it."

	"Please shoot me with your gun," he grins at me, and that confuses
me. "So. Wanna go hang out at the mall?"

	"No."

	"I know, I know," he says. "But if you go to the mall and hang out
with me for a bit, I'll buy you lunch while we're there."

	"No."

	"And," he continues, not missing a beat. "When we get back, I'll be
your servant up until my lesson starts, doing whatever you want me to. As
long as it doesn't break the law, that is."

	"You'll do absolutely whatever I say?'

	"Yes."

	"No matter what it is?"

	"As long as it doesn't break the law or put me in danger."

	"What if I freak out and have to leave?" I ask. "That's going to
happen."

	"I'll let you hold my hand as we leave," he grins at me. "Get your
socks and shoes on, and let's go!"

	It isn't until he mentions socks that I realize that I'm
without. I've been noticing I'm without pretty often, now, when I'm walking
around the house after I get up. I put a long-sleeve on, but forget to put
socks on. Guess I'm growing more comfortable like that.

	We leave, walking to the mall. My anxiety gets higher and higher
the closer we get, and I can't explain why. It just does. I'm wanting to
leave the entire time we're there, but Liam convinces me, somehow, to stay
for lunch. As we're finishing up, the boy from my last visit shows up, and
he doesn't look happy.

	"The fuck?" He asks, and Liam looks up at him as my face heats
up. "You agreed to meet me here, like, a month ago, and you completely
stood me up! Does your friend even know you're a fag?"

	"Okay," Liam interrupts him before he can continue. "First off -
the fact that he'll barely speak to his own brother – the one who's
raised him - says that he wouldn't have agreed to hanging out with you. So
does the fact that he took off running last time he was here, because of
you. Second, I don't care what he is, and the fact that I'm gay means I'd
have no issue with him being gay. He'll, I'd even bottom for him. But that
brings me to the third point - you don't out someone else unless you're a
jackass. Now get the fuck out of here, before I have you thrown out."

	"As if you could do that," he snorts.

	"My best friend's dad owns this mall," I say. "And I'm so much like
a son to him, he's made a trust fund for me. Hell, I was even at his house
most of last weekend for Labor Day. I don't think it's impossible,
considering I've had other assholes banned. Now fuck off, before I throw
you out. And before you think I can't, I won't even need the guards."

	"What, you think you're tough?"

	"Boy," Liam stands up. "I am a third dan blackbelt in two different
forms of martial arts. You wanna fight? Bring it on. I'll kick your ass
from here to Timbuktu, you wanna roll. Now turn your ugly little ass
around, and leave."

	The boy just stares at Liam, and then leaves. Then Liam looks at
me.

	"You hate me now, don't you?"

	"Why would I hate you?" He asks.

	"Because I'm gay," I answer. "I don't know how he knew it, but he
did, and-"

	"Matt!" Liam laughs, interrupting me. "He was just being an
assumptive ass. And did you miss the part where I'm gay?"

	"You are?" I ask in surprise.

	"Yes, Matt," he grins at me, sitting back down. "I am. You really
think normal guys sit right next to the guy they're with instead of across
when that option's available and they're not like brothers? And why do you
think I've been flirting with you since we met?"

	"You were flirting with me?"

	"What did you think I was doing when I called you cute?"

	"Being weird."

	"I'm that, too!" He laughs, then quickly looks around. "Lean in."

	"Why?" I ask.

	"Just do it," he says. "I know a way to make you relax, your face
is bright red and you look like you want to run."

	"I do."

	"Then lean in," he grins. "And I'll give you a way to relax. Though
you might get stressed again right after, so we can leave then, if you
want."

	I lean in, wondering what he's going to do, and he leans
forward. At first, I think he's going to just tell me what it is, or make
fun of me, but that's not what he does. The moment his lips are against
mine, I almost shoot back in shock.

	At the same time, I freeze up in shock. I mean, I fantasize about
kissing him, and I want to kiss him, but I never thought he'd let me kiss
him. He stops kissing me, it only lasted a moment, and it got me hard. I
think he's hard, too.

	We quickly leave after that, as my anxiety really did shoot
up. When we get back to my house, he grins at me.

	"What?"

	"You're too stressed to remember, aren't you?" He asks.

	"Remember what?"

	"I'm supposed to be your servant for the rest of the day!" He
laughs. "Yours to do whatever you want with. Or to. I won't be hesitant to
continue where we left off at at the mall."

	"Left off at?"

	He rolls his eyes, then asks to see my room. I lead him up to it, a
bit hesitant. I don't want to show him, but I do, and he looks around
it. Three of the walls are dark green, the fourth one jet black, with a
purple, black, and gold dragon painted onto it.

	My room's got a lot of dragon things in it. The dresser's designed
to have the corners shaped like Eastern dragons, their heads touching the
floor, with the bed, two bookshelves, and desk designed to match it. I have
just a regular office chair. My blanket is black with a cyan dragon, and I
have dragon coasters on my desk for my cups, when I have drinks in here,
and dragon pencil holders, and a dragon alarm clock and dragon bookends and
dragon stuffed animals, including a four-foot tall purple one named Garreth
that's currently sitting on my bed, staring at the door, as I leave him
whenever I leave my room, and the trim around my bedroom door, the closet
door, and bathroom door are all designed to be a single, seamless dragon
with its tail touching the floor on the right of the door and the head
touching the floor on the left of the door, and it probably looks stupid to
Liam who enters, looking around, eyes widening, and I'm freaking out
because I completely forgot how ridiculous and childish it is, and-
     "Damn," he interrupts my panicking thoughts, and my level of panic
only increases. "You have an awesome room. So are we just in here to keep
making out? Or something else?"

	"Are you okay with making out?" I ask, wondering what something
else is.

	Maybe he'll tell me?

	"We're in private," he grins at me. "As long as we're in, like,
your room or your house or my house or something, I've got no issue with
making out to hearts content. Anywhere else, we'll watch our PDA so as to
not disturb others and keep your anxiety in check."

	"Okay," I untie my shoes and socks, wiggling my toes in the thick,
plush, black carpeting. "It still feels weird being sockless."

	"That was only for while you're asleep."

	"I know," I look at him as he starts to remove his shoes and
socks. "But I've been forgetting to put them back on when I get up, and
keep accidentally taking them off when I take off my shoes when at home," I
decide to confess something else to him, too. "I've also been sleeping in a
short-sleeve shirt, instead of my regular pajama shirts, which have long
sleeves."

	"Really?" He looks surprised. "That wasn't part of our
arrangement."
     "I know," I say. "I'm not going to tell you why. It's silly. I'm
stupid."

	"Are not," he grins at me. "So are we kissing or what?"

	I nod, and he pushes me back to my bed. I try hard not to fight him
on it, knowing from watching videos that he's just getting to a more
comfortable place. I really don't like being touched.

	As soon as we're on the bed, he's on top of me, and his lips are
against mine again. He pauses just long enough to tell me to let him know
when I'm ready to stop kissing and have him do something else.

	Then he goes back to kissing, and I flip him onto his back, getting
on top of him and forcing my tongue into his mouth. Or at least, was going
to, but he parted his lips and let me in.

[Liam]

	So Matt's an amateur kisser? I don't care. Damn are his kisses like
lightning through my body, and it gives me an instant boner, too, but
there's nothing I can do about it, not here, not now, not with him. For
now.

	Not until he's more comfortable, anyway. But for now, I'm content
having him make out with me and grind his body into mine.

	"Gonna cum," I gasp, breaking off the kiss. "If you don't stop."

	"Sorry!" He squeals, rolling off of me. "I got carried away! That
was inappropriate of me!"

	Inappropriate of you? Matt, I'd love to cum because of you. In
fact, I have almost every day since we met. Well, what I think you look
like down there is what made me cum, but damn did that feel big. It's
definitely bigger than I dreamed. He's big for our age, that's for sure. I
want him in my mouth.

	"Need to cum?" I ask, and the redness of his face is all the answer
I need. "Why don't we make another deal?"

	"What kind of deal?" He asks, and I sit up, sliding my hand under
his shirt, feeling his tight, firm abs. "Liam, I-"

	"You go shirtless while we're in your room," I say. "Just until
your brother gets home, and I'll give you what I'm sure will be your first
blowjob."

	"A bl-bl-blowjob?" He stutters "My shirt off? Why would you want my
shirt off?"

	"Because you're the sexiest person I know," I kiss him on the
lips. "And I want to see that fine body of yours."

	"I'm not sexy."

	"Yes, you are," I kiss him. "I wouldn't be kissing you and willing
to blow you if you weren't. And you're a sweet, kind person, too, even if
you're a bit weird. But then, we're all a little bit weird. So - you ready
to push yourself again in order to receive the most amazing feelling of
pleasure you've ever had?"

	"I don't know," he whines.

	"What if I turned off the light for the blowjob?" I ask. "That way,
I won't see it? You've got blackout curtains up, and probably
light-blocking shades, since no light was coming through before the light
was on, so I wasn't able to see anything. I'll be able to feel it all, and
taste it all, though."

	Matt thinks that over, then sharply nods once. I grin at him,
getting up and turning off the light, and hear him rustling around on his
bed, probably removing his pants and underwear. He only needed to push them
down. Oh, well. I take off my shirt, just because, and climb back on the
bed.

	Finding his body, I first give him a kiss on the lips, then I tease
him by going to his nipples, making him gasp when I suck on them, then
squeal when I nibble on them.

	"What was that?" He asks when I move to kissing his chest. "Liam,
why were you nibbling on my nipples?"

	"How did that feel?" I ask him, trying not to laugh.

	"Really weird," he answers. "Why did you do that?"

	"Whenever I fooled around with my friends," I answer. "I discovered
that I really liked it when someone messed with my nipples, especially if
they nibbled on them. You didn't like the way it felt?"

	"I didn't dislike it, either," he answers, wiggling. "I really need
to cum, if you're not going to continue, I'm going into my bathroom."

	As I suspected, his room does have its own bathroom.

	I get back to work on him. He's surprisingly unresponsive to my
actions, so I just go straight to his dick, which feels pretty thick in my
hands. I'd say it's at at least four inches, even though we're only
twelve. He's definitely above-average down here. I make a mental note to
tell him that he's got nothing to be shy about.

	I take him into my mouth, noting that he's got a foreskin. Haven't
done anything with someone who's got a foreskin before, and he only moans
slightly when I pull it back and swirl my tongue across his head. He
doesn't last long, shooting five thick loads into my mouth. His cum is
salty with just a touch of sweetness.

	Done, I return to lying beside him, and he rubs my stomach and
chest a moment, nearly sending me over the edge.

	"Why are you shirtless?"

	That's what's on his mind?

	"Because I am," I answer. "You didn't react very much to my touch."

	"I'm," he hesitates for a moment. "I'm on this medicine for my
anxiety. It's main side effect is making people into living zombies, but it
doesn't do that to me. Instead, it just dulls my sense of touch. That
includes my ability to feel heat and cold, and the numbing prevented me
from feeling much of anything while you were doing that, though it still
felt good."

	Oh, that's why. I wonder how he'd react to my touch without the
medication.

	I let him know I'm turning the light back on, and he puts his pants
back on before I do. I'm happy when I do to see him still without his
shirt, and then remind him that I'm still his servant, as Adam's not home
yet. He just wants to cuddle, though he occasionally nibbles my ear, then
giggles when I tell him to stop or I'll cum in my pants.

	Around five, he gets up and leads me downstairs, telling me he's
hungry, and I wonder if he's forgotten that he's shirtless. He doesn't seem
bothered by it at all. He pulls on an apron and starts preparing chicken.

	An actual, raw chicken. It's been killed and plucked and
everything, but he's got an actual freaking chicken. He makes two plates of
it as I watch him cook, watching him move around the kitchen, preparing the
food like an expert.

	The part that makes me almost laugh is when he serves it with rice,
fills up two cups with orange juice, and then tables the food, telling me
he's sorry if it's bad.

	"Matt," I say after taking one bite. "Why were you so worried it's
bad?"

	"Because I can't cook," he answers.

	"You can definitely cook," I reassure him. "This is probably the
best chicken I've ever had. Hell, I eat at the Wolf's Dragon often, and
they're hard to beat, yet you've done it."

	"The where/" He looks confused.

	"The Wolf's Dragon," I answer. "It's this really nice restaurant. I
don't know why you think you can't cook, but you definitely can. This food
is amazing."

	"Are you sure?" He looks at me suspiciously.

	"Positive," I try not to laugh at his doubt. "I ain't the kind of
guy who'd compliment someone just to make them feel good, especially if
it's a lie. This is damn good, Matt. Oh, and while we're on it - you've got
nothing to be ashamed about. Killer bod, and you're definitely bigger than
any guy in my circle. Hell, average for a boy starting puberty is two to
three inches. You felt four. Minimum."

	"Seriously?" He looks at me in disbelief.

	He knew what I was talking about without me having to spell it out
for him. Huh. He'd definitely been worried about that.

	"That was just a rough guess," I shrug, trying to keep a straight
face. "But yeah, I'd say you're definitely at least four."

	"I'm four and a quarter," he says, a hint of pride in his
voice. "No, I meant that average is two to three? I'm not small?"

	"Nope," I grin at him. "And that foreskin - damn was that hot."

	"What was hot?" Adam asks, walking in. "Whoa, Matt's shirtless, and
he cooked food for someone."

	Matt's face turns bright red.

	"Hey, Adam," I look at him, wondering how much he heard. Door
didn't open until that last part, so hopefully, just me saying something
was hot. "This chicken, he just cooked it a moment ago. Nearly burned my
tongue on it, but Matt went straight to eating it like it was no problem."

	"Matt," Adam sighs. "You've probably burnt your tongue again."

	"I burned my hand while cooking, too," Matt holds up a hand, where
there's a red mark. He acts as if it's just par for the course. "See?"

	He runs upstairs, returning with a dark blue long-sleeve on, a
black shirt with a lime green dragon on the front over it. Damn is he
sexy. At least he left the socks off.

	"How did you get him shirtless?" Adam asks me when Matt returns and
we go back to eating.

	"Made him a deal," I grin at him. "I be his servant until you got
home, and he be shirtless until you got home. All he wanted to do was
cuddle, though."

	"Finally," Adam mutters under his breath. I don't think Matt caught
it, but I definitely did. Our evening sessions...they're him trying to get
us together, aren't they? "Once you two are done, rest half an hour, then
meet me in the training room. I'm assuming you brought your workout
clothes?"

	"Yes, sir," I answer. I did that when I first got here, and the bag
they're in is by the front door. "By the way, where did Matt learn to cook
like this? It's amazing."

	"I taught him what I could," Adam says. "But he also taught himself
a fair bit, too."

	When he says that, I think back to what he told me, back when he
asked me to come to these Saturday training sessions. Matt can do anything
he wants.

	I guess that includes cooking.

~~END OF CHAPTER FOUR~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any
feedback, be it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me
at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to all emails! Also, you
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	TriviaTime! This is the seventh version of NLMK, and in the first
6, Matt and Liam had pretty much the same exact personality – a big
different from Xander, whose personality and past changed immensely with
every version up until publication. In the sixth version, however, Matt was
different – he was a bit jealous and was trying to 'one-up' Ian, who
Liam fooled around with, and prove his superiority. It was that which led
him to breaking out of his shell (though it was mostly to antagonize
Ian). It just didn't fit with his personality, so I reverted him back.
	And now, y'all get to see him in his true essence, and he's finally
starting to break out of that shell – so much faster than his cousin,
right?

	Note: I am active on another site, but not for romance or erotica
– it's a LitRPG Fantasy story. I had a reader notice it and email me,
asking if it was me. It does use the same Twitter handle...if you want to
know what the story is, email me, and I'll be happy to send you the link to
its chapter page. It, too, receives weekly updates. AND NO, IT IS NOT MY
BIG PROJECT!

	Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and look forward to Chapter 5!