Just another day
The rain outside was horrible, it had been going on for three days now. There had even been a flood warning. I'm sitting at the coffee house, sipping my coffee while I read the paper. I kinda like the feeling of actually reading something instead of scrolling through the phone. It's very nice at this time of the day, no one else is here so I'm basically just doing what I want, the owner of the coffee house seems cool about it. We chat for a little while, when our light conversation is interrupted by someone barging through the doors. He's dressed in a black coat, a cap and sun glasses. He sits in the stool by the counter next to me and takes his sunglasses and cap off. I am really stunned but I don't show it. The handsome curly-haired man looks at me and smiles before turning to the waiter behind the counter. "One cup of coffee, please". "Are you staying or is it to-go?" His brown eyes take another glance at me and blushes lightly behind his ears. "I'm staying for a little while I think." He takes his coat off and turns slightly to me. "Reading the newspaper? Does anyone really do that anymore?" He asks, trying to start a conversation. "Uh yeah, I feel like it's more legit and real-life like" I answer, wondering why he would ever talk to someone like me. Then I get an idea, I'm gonna have some fun on this otherwise mediocre Monday. "Anyway, haven't I seen you somewhere? You look familiar." He doesn't answer and waits hesitantly, but I don't give him time to answer before I continue. "hmmm, I guess you just have one of those faces. Well, I don't think we've introduced properly. Hello, nice to meet you…?" I reach out my hand and smile at him. He takes my hand and smiles, clearly relieved that I didn't reveal his identity. We shake hands, but he seems unwilling to let go for some reason. "Matthew, hello, nice to meet you too."
We small talk for a while and get to know each other when suddenly we hear clicks in the background. He turns around and groans and starts putting back on his coat, cap and sun glasses. "Do you have a back entrance I can use?" He asks the owner. "Well, pleasure to meet you I've had the best time in a… very long time. Now I gotta go get rid of these paparazzies. And somehow get home… I don't know how that's gonna happen…" He looks despairingly at me. More paparazzies has gathered around the shop and people are starting to notice. Just as he is about to leave I get my coat and take his hand, leading him through the back entrance towards my car. "Come with me, I know a place. Besides, there's a flood warning, you shouldn't be out there on your own." We get into my car and I drive to my house. We sit in silence for a while before I interrupt. "So. Paparazzies huh? I thought your face was familiar, Mr. Morrison." I glance quickly at him and smile and wink at him before turning my eyes back at the road. "Yeah, well… Spoiler alert, we're filming some glee episodes here, so it's kinda hard to have some privacy." He says in a tired but still happy way. We talk and laugh for the rest of the trip until I pull up by my apartment and we run inside, trying to stay as dry as possible.
When we enter laughing and soaking wet in the hallway we both stop and hold our breaths and look at each other. It turns into a sweeter look, before it gets awkward and he breaks the silence. "So! You live here? It's nice." He looks around before removing his big camouflage gear and I hang them to dry in the bathroom. "Can I get you anything?" I ask I look at him and laugh a little. "Perhaps a dry t-shirt? I think I have one in your size" He chuckles a little and blushes lightly. "I don't wanna cause trouble or anything…" "Oh no it's fine really, I'm already getting another t-shirt for myself." We change shirts and I go the kitchen to brew some coffee and he follows. We talk in the kitchen for a while, drinking coffee. Sometimes he would get lost in his own thoughts and just look at me with an adoring smile and linger his eyes on my lips before coming back to reality. He looks out the window and sighs. "Ugh, the storm has really intensified, I don't think I'll be able to get back to the hotel." "Oh, it's fine you can stay as long as you want." "You sure?" I put my hand on top of his on the kitchen counter and give him a reassuring look. "Really, I don't want you going out in that weather. Besides, I kinda like talking to you." He flips his hand and interlaces his fingers with mine. "I know what you mean. I know I've only met you today, but I feel like I've known you for years." I blush and squeeze his hand.
The rest of the day went with wasting time and talking and chilling around the apartment. I had changed into some jogging pants and slippers and got him some as well. We watched "On the Town" and sang along to all the songs. "Hey, do you wanna sing a song?" I ask and go to the corner where I get my ukulele and a larger ukulele case from the shelf. I hand him the tenor and quickly tune my soprano. "What do you wanna sing?" I ask and make myself comfortable in the couch next to him. "Uhm… Do you know 'Let's fall in love'?" "Yes of course, Matt. In B-minor?"
We sing the song as a duet and stare into each other's eyes throughout the whole song. "That was awesome. You have a beautiful voice". Surprised by his sudden compliment I blurt out: "Thanks… uh you're beautiful too." He blushes and looks questioningly at me. "Uhhh… You also have a great… voice, is what I meant." He chuckles a little and packs the tenor ukulele away. "Well, thanks."
I look at the clock and like a crazy coincidence, I hear Matthews stomach rumble. He blushes heavily. "Hungry?" I laugh. "Starving" He says with a grin. "Then I'll cook." "Wait up, let me help" He walks after me. On the trip to the kitchen I swear I heard him breath "She's beautiful" as he exhaled. We start cooking and listen to some music meanwhile. We eat together and clean the table. Something is definitely going on here. He keeps looking at me like he looks at Jayma in glee, and during dinner, I felt his shin caress my leg. "So what do you wanna do now?" I ask. "Hmm I don't know. You said you've never watched 'An American In Paris', which I still think is a disgrace, so I thought we could rent it?". "Yeah, sure. Sounds wonderful. I'll make popcorn."
He puts on the movie and we lean back in the couch to watch the second movie of the day. We sit close to each other, but 10 minutes in, we're tangled up in each other's limbs. He's caressing my leg and back and I am running my hand up and down his chest. "Thanks again for your hospitality. I don't think I can thank you enough" He leans down and kisses my cheek. He lingers and our noses touch as I manage to breathe out: "You're welcome". And then he closes the gap and presses his lips against mine. My hand runs up to the back of his head and through his hair. One of his hands runs up my back and one settles in my hair. We kiss for several minutes when I break the kiss and look at him. "What...? Why?" "Why what?" "What are we doing? Why this?" He looks confused at me. "What do you mean? Last time I checked we were just kissing, which was very nice. I like you, I have liked you since I first laid my eyes on you earlier today." I giggle and lay a hand on his chest. "I don't know I just… I guess it's hard to believe that you, Matty, would be interested in me." I look down a little and he takes a hand and lifts my chin to force me to meet his gaze. "I could say exactly the same. Believe me, I am not the type who just goes around and kisses girls. And… I gotta say, when I stepped in to that coffee house this morning and your eyes met mine, I had to stop myself from walking up to you and kissing you on the spot." He kisses my nose and cheeks and ends up on my lips once more. I kiss him back and feel his tongue bite my bottom lip and open my mouth. Our tongues dance together in a hot tango, the movie was long forgotten. His hands run down my body and grab my ass. Sensing what he's trying to do, I climb over him and straddle him. He moans a little into my mouth as I sit down on him. I wrap my arms around his neck as I pull back. "I'd hate to ruin the mood, but: It's late, we should get to bed." I raise my eyebrow and shift a little on him, causing him to bite his lip and squeeze my ass. He doesn't answer but just picks my up and carries me to the bedroom where he drops me down on the bed.
He's leaning over me and just when he is about to kiss me again, I push him to flip him over to straddle him. I grind him and gently bite his chin. Then I lean back, stand up and walk to the bathroom. "I have an extra toothbrush you can borrow, and I sleep in the left side of the bed, Matty." I hear him laugh from the bedroom and then I see him in the doorframe of the bathroom, admiring my body. He walks behind me and places his hands on my hips, forcing my back into his front to feel his arousal. I reach around and grab him through the jogging pants. "I don't think I have. Ever. Met someone like you." He says as he reaches for the toothbrush and starts to brush his teeth. "Me neither. I don't think I've ever come to care so much about someone so quickly." I rinse my mouth for left-over toothpaste and walk back to the bedroom where I lay on the bed.
Matt joins me a few minutes later and looks hungrily at me. "You have to stop with the looks, mister, I feel like I'm the newest toy in the toy store…. Okay that sounded gross. But you know what I mean." "But then you have to stop looking so unbelievably beautiful." We laugh a little and I invite him to lay next to me. We snuggle up and talk a little. About 5 minutes later we're kissing again, and not long after he is on top of me again, kissing his way down my jaw to my throat. I moan at the sensation and pull at his t-shirt. He leans back to remove it and I'm stunned once more. He shifts a little, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. "What?" He says. "Now I know how you feel." I say and run my hands down his well chiseled stomach. "Ditto" He grins and kisses me again. We take our time to undress as we discover each other's bodies. My hand travels down his body to grab his member and stroke him. He's moaning more frequently into my mouth now that sends shivers down my body. Suddenly I feel his hand very south near my core. His thumb finds my clit as he uses his middle finger to stroke my slit. He pushes his finger into me, causing my to moan loudly. He grins, obviously proud to have done that and I decide to give a little payback. I flip us over and kiss my way down his body. I stick my tongue in his bellybutton momentarily and kiss his pelvic bone before looking devilishly up at him. The eyes that meet me are filled with desire and astonishment as I lick his length. Then he closes his eyes and throws his head back. I keep working his member in my mouth, bobbing up and down on him. His hands find my hair and his moans and growls are louder than ever. Then I feel him tugging at my hair and I let go of him and look up at him. He's raising an eyebrow at me and a look saying "please stop now or the fun is over in 10 seconds…" I smile and move up to kiss him. He sits up and kisses me as he finds my core and pushes into me. We both still for a moment before we start to move in unison. I grind him as I move up and down on him. He kisses my jaw and neck and caresses my back with his hands to support me. He flips us over so he's on top without pulling out of me. Our breaths mingle as we stare into each other's eyes. I can see every detail on his face: The brown eyes, the small beads of sweat that had formed, the way his nostrils flare and little muscles around his mouth twitch as he thrusts quickly into me. I feel myself coming close to my climax and soon I start to convulse around him. He was clearly close too, cause after a few more thrusts he stills and spasms slightly, eliciting one last growl that he muffles in my mouth.
We breathe heavily as we part, and I start to laugh. He laughs with me and falls down on the bed, wrapping an arm around me. He sighs: "You. Are. Amazing." I ruffle his curls and rest my head on his chest. "I could say the same to you. And I'm gonna. You are amazing, Matthew Morrison." He laughs and places a kiss on my forehead. "Matthew Morrison huh? That's fancy, but I kinda like 'Matt' or 'Matty' or 'Mr. Gorgeous' too." He grins. I laugh pat his cheek. "Yeah yeah whatever Mr. Gorgeous. Goodnight, now it's really late." "Goodnight" He brushes his lips against mine before embracing me in his arms and relaxing back into the pillow. "By the way: You have an awesome bed." We both chuckle before drifting off to sleep.