A/N: Augh, every drabble I write, I like this pairing more. How unfair.

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033. Too Much

Sometimes, being with Juan Corrida was too much. It made it hard to breathe when Matt felt those hands drag over his bare torso, when he heard that voice, low and husky and tainted with that damned Spanish accent. Matt had always hated that accent, and Juan knew it, making it intentionally thicker when Matt was around, throwing in the occasional Spanish word, just to piss him off a little more.

Even when it all got to be too much, when Matt felt his throat close up from the passion and the hatred, he didn't think he could ever stop.