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A Midnight Stroll

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 20:21:32 GMT

Title:A Midnight Stroll
Author:me
Rating:R for language and sexual content
Pairing:Mat/Jon
Disclaimer: do not know. do not own. plot is the only thing that i own.
AN: the idea came from the Lovebytes 'interview'. this is techincally my first sex scene. con/crit is HIGHLY APPRECIATED.

There he goes again. He shuffled to the fridge, eyes half shut. He was mumbling something that I couldn’t understand. I don’t think he even saw me sitting at the small table in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen. If he did, he was ignoring me. He opened the small orange fridge and started digging around. Jars and bottles clinked, drawers were opened and shut, and things were shifted around. Apparently not finding anything in the fridge he moved to the freezer. He reached in and pulled out a half-eaten gallon of ice cream. I knew what was coming.

“Mat… whatchya doing there?”

There was no answer; he just proceeded to shuffle around the kitchen, clutching the ice cream. He started working the lid off of the container. He didn’t even grab a spoon or anything.

“Mat!” I jumped up and grabbed the ice cream from him. Even then he didn’t wake up. He just stood there, leaning against the counter. He was making these small noises. I think he was dreaming.

“Mat, can you hear me?” No reply. “Mat, I think you should go back to bed.”

Apparently he could hear me even though he wasn’t talking. He started to shuffle back to his room. I just watched him go, shaking my head. He had been sleep eating for two weeks now. At first we had just sat and watched and laughed at him. He never remembered it the next day, either. But then he started making huge messes and we would end up with bugs everywhere the next day, swarming over the food he had left out. So we decided that someone would have to stand guard and stop him. Guess who had gotten the short straw the past three nights.

He always seemed to come out wearing nothing but his boxers. No shirt, no pants, just his underwear. Not that I was complaining or anything. A very improper thought popped into my head just then. One that involved Mat without his underwear. And ice cream. I started to blush at my own thoughts and shoved the stupid ice cream back in the freezer. I went into the small living room, which was connected to the small kitchen and laid down on the couch. It was my bed for the night just incase Mat decided to make another trip to the kitchen; Maybe this time without his underwear. SHIT. Shit, shit, shit. I cannot be having these thoughts! I can’t be thinking inappropriate thoughts about my best friend. I just can’t. It will lead to very bad things. I’m going to stop right now… Fuck.

All of a sudden someone was shaking me. Hard.

“Jonny. Wake up.” It was Dan. I blinked stupidly up at him. Apparently I had managed to fall asleep.

“Whatsa matter?” I asked sleepily. Fuck, it was still dark out. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait till morning?

“It’s Mat. He… um… well, come see for yourself.” I now noticed that Dan was trying his hardest to suppress a grin. He wasn’t succeeding. With a moan I pulled myself off of the couch and followed him into the kitchen. There was Mat, sprawled on the floor on his stomach clutching the bucket of ice cream. And I couldn’t help but notice he was naked. He was also dead to the world. His hands were covered in ice cream and there was a smear of it on his face, which I had a sudden urge to lick. The sound of laughter coming from the corner caught my attention. There stood Greg with the video camera capturing this moment forever. Dan had stopped trying to hide his amusement and started to snicker.

“Looks like someone fell asleep on the job,” Dan said with a laugh.

“I already caught him once tonight,” I said defensively. “And it’s not like I’ve had a chance to get a good nights sleep these past few nights.”

“Well someone’s a tad bit touchy.”

I ignored him. I slowly unwound Mat’s hands from the ice cream bucket and put it back in the fridge. I turned back to face Dan.

“So why are you guys even down here? Was he really making that much noise?”

Panic flashed across Greg’s face, or at least I thought. But he quickly recovered.

“I was taking a wiz and he walked past the bathroom door. I followed him into the kitchen,” Dan answered smoothly.

“What, was Greg in the bathroom with you?”

“Um… no… he um… he was coming out of his room when I was following Mat.”

“I see,” I replied. Because I did see. They were both horrible liars. Dan’s hair was everywhere. And for some reason Greg’s shirt was backwards, like he had gotten dressed very quickly. They were both flushed and sweaty.

“Did you guys decide to take a midnight jog or something? You look hot.”

They both stole a quick glance at each other.

“Um… it’s just really hot in the rooms upstairs. I think the air conditioning broke or something.”

“Just upstairs? Because it works just fine down here.” I raised an eyebrow. It was such bullshit. It was obvious now that I thought about it; they had been getting really close lately. Like really close. They were always disappearing together for long periods of time. A very long and awkward silence fell over the kitchen.

“Um, I’m gonna go back to bed,” Greg broke the silence before scurrying back upstairs. Before he left he threw a sideways glance at Dan.

“You know, I think I’m gonna go back upstairs too. You can handle Mat, right?” he said his eyes following Greg walking away. He didn’t even wait for my reply before practically running after him.

I shook my head and looked back at Mat. He was still sprawled out on his stomach. He was snoring softly. I really didn’t want to wake him up, he looked so peaceful. Did I mention he was also naked? Like completely naked. Sometime between me sending him back upstairs and falling asleep to Dan waking me up, Mat had lost his boxers. Again, not that I was complaining or anything.

I sighed and crouched down next to him. I let my eyes slowly map out his body; his strong shoulders, his smooth back, his ass sticking up in the air, just begging to be smacked. I finally tore my eyes away from his rear end and shook his shoulder.

“Mat. Mat, wake up.”

He swatted at my hand. I sighed and shook him harder.

“Come on Mat. Get up. You’re lying in the kitchen. And I think you lost your boxers.”

One eye flew open. It stared at me hard for a minute. He seemed to be lost, like he couldn’t quite remember why he was lying in the kitchen. With no boxers. At all. None. God I have to just shut off my brain sometimes. My thoughts are that bad.

“You awake now?” he just stared at me some more. “Come on Mat, get up. Wait, on second thought, let me get you a blanket.” I went into the living room and grabbed the blanket off of the couch. I walked back into the kitchen and threw it over the half conscious Mat. He slowly wrapped it around himself and sat up.

“I guess I did it again,” he said sheepishly.

‘You think?’ I thought to myself. To Mat I said, “Apparently. You’ve never... um… lost your boxers in the process before though.”

“Oh… yeah. Funny huh?” he said although he obviously didn’t find it that funny.

We just sat in silence, him on the floor, me at the table, not looking at each other. Finally I realized that maybe he wanted to go back to bed.

“Hey do you want to sleep on the couch? I have a feeling that it’s not a good idea to go upstairs right now. Dan and Greg… well let’s just say they’re bonding.”

Mat stared at me for a moment, confusion clouding his face. He was so cute when he was confused. All of a sudden a light bulb clicked on over his head.

“Oh…OH!”

“Yeah.”

More silence. What was with the fucking long silences? They were suffocating.

“Come on, let’s get you situated on the couch.” I reached down and helped him up. The blanket slipped every so slightly and I caught a wonderful glimpse of his chest. The urge to just rip the blanket off of him was so strong; I don’t know how I restrained myself. But I did. Mat lay down on the couch and I was about to take my place on the floor, when he stopped me.

“There’s enough room for both of us on the couch, don’t you think?” he said quietly.

“Mat… I… I don’t know. I’m fine on the floor. Really.”

“Come on Jonny. It’s not like we take up that much space or anything.” He had a point: a good one at that. Hell, why not. It was just lying on a couch. We had shared beds before in hotels when there were only two beds for the whole band. This wasn’t any different. Or so I told myself.

Reluctantly, I lightly placed myself next to him on the couch, my back facing him. I tried to make myself as small as possible so I wouldn’t have to touch him. Not that I didn’t want to touch him. God did I want to touch him. I tried to shut out all thoughts, especially the one fact that kept nagging me: he was still naked. The only thing covering him was a thin blanket.

We laid in silence. I don’t even think I was breathing. I kept waiting for him to fall asleep so I could get up and move. Just when I thought he was, he spoke.

“Jonny, you can scoot over if you want. There’s more room.”

“No! I mean, I’m fine”

“But you’re practically falling off!” he observed, laughing. He was right. I was teetering on the edge. My muscles ached from keeping so tense.

“I’m fine,” I said again. All of a sudden I felt a small nudge in the small of my back. The next thing I knew I was getting better acquainted with the carpet.

“Yeah, you’re fine all right,” Mat cackled. “C’mon get back up here. And this time actually relax.”

I don’t know why I got back on the couch, but I did. I could’ve just lain there on the floor and solved the whole problem. But I sighed and pulled myself up off the floor and got back onto the couch.

“Happy?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I am.” I couldn’t see him, but I could tell he was smiling. A few more minutes passed in silence. I was just about to allow myself to sleep when Mat spoke again.

“Jonny. Your hair is in my face.”

I grunted in reply.

“Could you turn around maybe?”

I sighed heavily, trying to hide my joy. This meant that I could just stare at him after he fell asleep. I could think of worse ways to spend a night. So I turned around.

“Better?”

“Much,” he said. He smiled a beautiful smile, one that filled his whole face, and made his eyes dance. He still had a smudge of ice cream on his cheek. I reached out and touched it softly letting my fingers trail down his cheek.

“You’re such a messy eater,” I teased. Just as I was letting my hand fall away from his face he reached up and grabbed my hand in his own. His fingers lightly traced the calluses on my fingertips from years of playing guitar. His hands were surprisingly smooth and my hand seemed to fit perfectly in his. I just watched his face, a little bewildered at what was happening. His eyes caught mine and he smiled again. My breath caught in my chest. I couldn’t speak. His eyes were magic.

“Mat… I…” But I didn’t get to finish, because Mat gently laid a hand over my mouth and shook his head. I understood. I kissed his hand and his smile grew bigger as he took away his hand. I brought my own hand to his cheek and stroked it before gently pulling him towards me and kissing him full on the lips.

Some people say they see fireworks when they kiss; I saw fucking atom bombs exploding. Ours tongues dueled as our hands roamed freely. My hands were slowly pushing away the blanket while his played with the hem of my shirt and my belt buckle. I broke the kiss only long enough to rip both my shirt and pants off. Then I resumed my quest of removing the blanket. I worked my way slowly down his chest, kissing and biting.

“Shit, Jonny,” Mat’s voice hit a new octave. “That one hurt.”

I ignored him and continued to map out his chest, stopping at each nipple to swirl my tongue around it.

“God, Jonny… don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

I grinned to myself as the blanket got lower and lower. Finally it was riding low on his hips; dangerously low. I looked back up at Mat to see his pleading eyes looking back at me. I drew myself back up to give him a quick kiss before returning to finish the job. Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled off the blanket.

“Well hello there.” I said. Mat’s little soldier was standing at attention. I lowered myself to his throbbing cock and gently blew on the head. Mat let out a loud moan.

“Jonny…” he begged.

I took him in my mouth and slowly dragged my tongue ring across the flushed skin. He whimpered in ecstasy. I started to slowly move my head up and down. I increased my speed and his hands laced their way through my hair.

“Oh god… Jonny… d-don’t stop.”

I left one hand on his hip and my other reached down to accommodate myself.

“Jonny…. I-I’m really close,” he whispered trying to warn me.

Too late. He came, screaming my name. I swallowed it all. Not long after I came all over my hand. Spent, I crawled back up so that we were level again and kissed him. We laid there in each other’s arms, in silence.

“Jonny?”

“Mat.”

“What just happened? What does it mean?” he looked at me, questions in his eyes.

That took me by surprise. I knew what I wanted it to mean. I loved him. I hoped that this meant that he loved me back.

“What do you want it to mean, Mat?” I whispered unable to return his gaze. I almost didn’t want to know his answer.

“Jon, look at me.”

I let me eyes slowly rise to meet his. He kissed me softly. Before the kisses had been full of lust. This was gentle.

I broke away and looked him in the eye.

“I love you, Mat.”

A grin that reached is eyes spread across his features. He kissed me again, a little more passionately.

“I love you too, Jon.”

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 21:26:46 GMT

new story. not really complete. that's not how it's gonna end, but i want some feed back. if it's not any good i probably won't finish it. give me ideas!

There he goes again. He shuffled to the fridge, eyes half shut. He was mumbling something that I couldn’t understand. I don’t think he even saw me sitting at the small table in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen. If he did, he was ignoring me. He opened the small fridge and started digging around. Jars and bottles clinked, drawers were opened and shut, and things were shifted around. Apparently not finding anything in the fridge he moved to the freezer. He reached in and pulled out a half-eaten gallon of ice cream. I knew what was coming.

“Mat… whatchya doing there?”

There was no answer; he just proceeded to shuffle around the kitchen, clutching the ice cream. He started working the lid off of the container. He didn’t even grab a spoon or anything.

“Mat!” I jumped up and grabbed the ice cream from him. Even then he didn’t wake up. He just stood there, leaning against the counter. He was making these small noises. I think he was dreaming or something.

“Mat, can you hear me?” No reply. “Mat, I think you should go back to bed.”

Apparently he could hear me. He started to shuffle back to his room. I just starred after him, shaking my head. He had been sleep eating for two weeks now. At first we had just sat and watched and laughed at him. He never remembered it the next day, either. But then he started making huge messes and we would end up with bugs everywhere the next day, swarming over the food he had left out. So we decided that someone would have to stand guard and stop him. Guess who had gotten the short straw the past three nights.

He always seemed to come out wearing nothing but his boxers. No shirt, no pants, just his underwear. Not that I was complaining or anything. A very improper thought popped into my head just then. One that involved Mat without his underwear. And ice cream. I started to blush at my own thoughts and shoved the stupid ice cream back in the freezer. I went into the living room, which was connected to the kitchen and laid down on the couch. It was my bed for the night just incase Mat decided to make another trip to the kitchen. “Maybe this time without his underwear,” I thought to myself. SHIT. Shit, shit, shit. I cannot be having these thoughts! I can’t be thinking inappropriate thoughts about my best friend. I just can’t. It will lead to very bad things. I’m going to stop right now… Fuck.

All of a sudden someone was shaking me. Hard.

“Jonny. Wake up.” It was Dan. I blinked stupidly up at him. Apparently I had managed to fall asleep.

“Whatsa matter?” I asked sleepily. Fuck, it was still dark out. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait till morning?

“It’s Mat. He… um… well, come see for yourself.” I now noticed that Dan was trying his hardest to suppress a grin. He wasn’t succeeding. With a moan I pulled myself off of the couch and followed him into the kitchen. There was Mat, sprawled on the floor on his stomach clutching the bucket of ice cream. And I couldn’t help but notice he was naked. He was also dead to the world. His hands were covered in ice cream and there was a smear of it on his face: which I had a sudden urge to lick. The sound of laughter coming from the corner caught my attention. There stood Greg with the video camera capturing this moment forever. Dan had stopped trying to hide his amusement and started to snicker.

“Looks like someone fell asleep on the job. Or two someone’s actually,” Dan said with a laugh.

“I already caught him once tonight,” I said defensively. “And it’s not like I’ve had a chance to get a good nights sleep these past few nights.”

Dan threw his hands up. “Well someone’s a tad bit touchy.”

I ignored him. I slowly unwound Mat’s hands from the ice cream bucket and put it back in the fridge. I turned back to Dan.

“So why are you guys even down here? Was he really making that much noise?”

Panic flashed across Greg’s face, or at least I thought. But he quickly recovered.

“I was taking a wiz and he walked past the bathroom door. I followed him into the kitchen,” he answered smoothly.

“What, was Greg in the bathroom with you?”

“Um… no… he um… he was coming out of his room when I was following Mat.”

“I see,” I replied. Because I did see; they were both horrible liars. Dan’s hair was everywhere. And for some reason Greg’s shirt was backwards, like he had gotten dressed very quickly. They were both flushed and sweaty.

“Did you guys decide to take a midnight jog or something? You look hot.”

They both stole a quick glance at each other.

“Um… it’s just really hot in the rooms upstairs. I think the air conditioning broke or something.”

“Just upstairs? Because it works just fine down here.” I raised an eyebrow. It was such bullshit. It was obvious now that I thought about it; they had been getting really close lately. Like really close. They were always disappearing together for long periods of time. A very long and awkward silence fell over the kitchen.

“Um, I’m gonna go back to bed,” Greg broke the silence before scurrying back upstairs. Before he left he threw a sideways glance at Dan.

“You know, I think I’m gonna go back upstairs too. You can handle Mat, right?” he said his eyes following Greg walking away. He didn’t even wait for my reply before practically running after him.

I shook my head and looked back at Mat. He was still sprawled out on his stomach. He was snoring softly. I really didn’t want to wake him up, he looked so peaceful. Did I mention he was also naked? Like completely naked. Sometime between me sending him back upstairs and falling asleep to Dan waking me up, Mat had lost his boxers. Not that I was complaining or anything.

I sighed and crouched down next to him. I let my eyes slowly map out his body; his strong shoulders, his smooth back. His ass sticking up in the air, just begging to be smacked. I finally tore my eyes away from his rear end and shook his shoulder.

“Mat. Mat, wake up.”

He swatted at my hand. I sighed and shook him harder.

“Come on Mat. Get up. You’re lying in the kitchen. And I think you lost your boxers.”

One eye flew open. It stared at me hard for a minute. He seemed to be lost, like he couldn’t quite remember why he was lying in the kitchen. With no boxers. At all. None. God I have to just shut off my brain sometimes. My thoughts are that bad.

“You awake now?” he just stared at me some more. “Come on Mat, get up. Wait on second thought, let me get you a blanket.” I went into the living room and grabbed the blanket off of the couch. I walked back into the kitchen and threw it over the half conscious Mat. He slowly wrapped it around himself and sat up.

“I guess I did it again,” he said sheepishly.

‘You think?’ I thought to myself. To Mat I said, “Apparently. You’ve never... um… lost your boxers in the process before though.”

“Oh… yeah. Funny huh?” he said although he obviously didn’t find it that funny.

We just sat in silence, him on the floor, me at the table, not looking at each other. Finally I realized that maybe he wanted to go back to bed.

“Hey do you want to sleep on the couch? I have a feeling that it’s not a good idea to go upstairs right now. Dan and Greg… well let’s just say they’re bonding.”

Mat stared at me for a moment, confusion clouding his face. He was so cute when he was confused. All of a sudden a light bulb clicked on over his head.

“Oh…OH!”

“Yeah.”

More silence. What was with the fucking long silences? They were suffocating.

“Come on, let’s get you situated on the couch.” I reached down and helped him up. The blanket slipped every so slightly and I caught a wonderful glimpse of his chest. The urge to just rip the blanket off of him was so strong; I don’t know how I restrained myself. But I did. Mat lay down on the couch and I was about to take my place on the floor, when he stopped me.

“There’s enough room for both of us on the couch, don’t you think?” he said quietly.

“Mat… I… I don’t know. I’m fine on the floor. Really.”

“Come on Jonny. It’s not like we take up that much space or anything.” He had a point: a good one at that. Hell, why not. It was just lying on a couch. We had shared beds before in hotels when there were only two beds for the whole band. This wasn’t any different. Or so I told myself.

So I lay down next to him on the couch. It was a little snug, but he was right. We both fit. I rolled over so I was facing him. What happened next was so wonderfully unexpected. He kissed me. On the lips. At first I didn’t know what to do, I was so surprised. He must have read my hesitance as horror. He pulled away quickly and blushed a deep red.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t… I don’t know why I…”

But I didn’t let him finish. I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. It was his turn to hesitate in shock. He quickly recovered and kissed back. It was the best feeling in the world.

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 22:59:42 GMT

so this is my writing journal.... yeah. i'm dance_freak123 everywhere else. wow this is just slightly pointless. just slightly