Chapter Twelve
".. That you want me." He smiled, kissing me lightly, rubbing his hips on mine, teasing me. It was torture. Wonderful torture. -Generally don't hear those two words next to each other, but that's the only way to describe it.- He moved on top of me, rolling his hips, smiling down at me, knowing it was torture. But if it was torture for me, it was even more torture for him, since he was the one controlling it, stopping himself from rushing.
"Yeah.. I do want you." I smiled, grabbing his hips, sliding my hands up and down them. He trembled, laughing a little.
"I thought you were too tired to take a shower, but you're not too tired for this?" He ground down on me, making me groan. It was impossible not to want him. Almost impossible not to flip him over and take him then and there. But I smiled, wickedly, up at him.
"I don't plan on doing much of the moving." His eyes widened at my statement, his lips curling into a delicious smile. I leaned up, kissing him, working my way down his neck, to his shoulder. I licked at the mark I had made earlier. "Sorry for making you bleed.." I kissed the mark and looked up at him. He laughed, pulling a hand up to touch the mark, then my face.
"Don't apologize. I think of it as a compliment, for a job well done." I laughed. My best friend would be weird enough to think of a bloodying bite as a compliment. I stared up at him as he shifted on top of me. He was kneeling, straddling above me, and he leaned down to kiss me as he lowered himself onto me. I kissed him back, my eyes open the whole time, just watching him. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back as he pushed himself all the way down, the noise he made a mixture between whimper and moan. It was all I could do to not flip him over and just ravage him. I did, however, bring my hands up to rest on his hips, and moved my hips slightly up out of the water, shivering at the cool air.
"Mels..." Matt looked down at me, and I could see a twinge of pain in his eyes, but it was clouded over with lust. He leaned down, hands on my chest, keeping our torsos just inches apart, as I helped him lift his hips. He cried out as he slammed his hips back down. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He quickly built up the pace, getting faster and faster, harder and harder. He was panting, moaning every now and then, and when I finally moved my hips up to meet his downward thrust, he screamed. I had hit his prostate. I smiled up as he began impaling himself on me, both of our breathing labored. I couldn't tell if it was sweat or the water that caused the exquisite sheen on Matt's body moving above mine, and I didn't care. I could feel the heat pooling in my abdomen.
"M.. Matt.. I'm s..so close.." He leaned down on top of me, crying out his release as he bit onto my shoulder. I followed suit, the pain in my shoulder mixing with the pleasure from Matt's muscles tensing around me. I looked down at my shoulder as we both collapsed limply back into the water, only to see blood trickling down, being washed lightly away. And I couldn't bring myself to care about that either. -Hm.. I really am a masochist, no way around it.- I smiled, bringing a hand up to play around, tracing mindless circles on Matt's back. He looked up at me, a lazy smile plastered to his face.
"No more being serious tonight, okay?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, no more seriousness from me tonight." I started to stand up, pulling him with me, draining the bath tub and turning the shower on. He looked at me and started laughing.
"What about being too tired to take a shower?"
"Well I can't very well wash my hair properly in a bath. Besides, this way is faster, and the faster we get done in here, the faster we can go play one of your video games." He looked at me like I had suddenly grown a second head. It was a rare occurence when I would play a game with him, even back at Wammy's. I usually hated them, but that could have been because of my competitive streak, and knowing Matt would always beat me.
"You mean you're actually going to play a game, and not just watch me play?" He sounded skeptical, and I couldn't help but smile at him.
"You said no more seriousness, so I'll play a game with you. That's not serious. Besides, I was thinking I'd play on a team with you, rather than against you. That way, I won't be able to lose!" I smiled as he finally understood why I was willing to play.
"I only have one game where we can play on a team. Most of my games are battle games."
"Which game is it?" I looked at him, hoping it wasn't a wimpy game. Playing things like Animal Crossing, -I know, I know, not a two player game. You don't need to get into a hissy fit.- is so totally degrading. Much worse than losing in a hardcore, badass game.
"Call of Duty IV." I sighed in relief.
"We get to shoot people, right?" He almost fell to the bathroom floor, he was laughing so hard.
"Yes, Mels... We get to shoot people. And you can't possibly kill me since I'll be on your team." I punched him lightly for making fun of my lack of skills on video games.
We took our time cleaning ourselves of the mess that was us, finally getting out of the shower and drying ourselves off. Or more, drying each other off. Ever since the first time we.. Ah, I have to get used to it sometime. Ever since the first time we had sex, about two weeks ago, we had found ourselves touching each other a lot more. Not really a conscious thing. We had both just become a lot more touchy-feely with each other. Once dry, towels around our waists, we walked to the bedroom.
"Do we have to find clothes?" Matt was so cute when he asked, I just couldn't say no. Not that I would have if he didn't look utterly adorable.
"Towels are fine with me." And with that, we walked back out to the living room, where Matt automatically grabbed two controllers, turning his game system on. I think it was an X-box three sixty... I could never be too sure though. Video games were one of the few things on Earth that confused me.
