My Dream Boy

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A Drunk Move

I’m sure you all assumed that after my talk with Vincent in the library, I would have run off to sweep Matt off his feet with my wicked seducing skills. But you haven’t stopped to consider my complete and utter lack of seducing skills. Whenever I found myself alone in a room with Matt, I panicked and my brain went completely blank. Everything I thought about doing was so lame, and inappropriate, and stupid.

But hey, I didn’t have a deadline to get into Matt’s pants, so you should all stop pressuring me because I don’t work well under pressure, okay?!

After a whole week of wrecking my brains for an idea, I actually managed to come up with a fairly good one on Friday: I was going to make Matt come over to my place today and ask him to stay for the night. It had been a long time since he last slept in my house, and also, my parents were going out for a late dinner tonight, giving us plenty of time alone together. It would be the perfect opportunity to make a move and seduce his pants off, like the master of sexiness that I am.

That was my plan. I was feeling pretty confident about it.

During lunch break at school, Matt seemed completely unaware of my intentions when I told him to come home with me. He agreed right away, thinking I was only asking because my mom missed him and wanted to see him again. He texted Vincent, letting him know that he was going to crash at my place tonight instead of going back to the Mansion. Vincent had skipped school today and stayed at home. He didn’t feel like studying or attending school at the moment, he had told us. Apparently, billionaires could do as they pleased, with zero fucks given to anyone.

So, all in all, my plan was running quite smoothly. I’d soon have Matt where I wanted: Alone. In my room. In my bed. Naked...

Okay, not naked. I wasn’t really planning to go that far. But a heavy make-out session would be very much appreciated, thanks very much.

It was almost the end of classes and Matt had been talking to his team mates in the football field, while I waited at the bleachers for him to finish practice, so we could head back home. It was his first week back at school and his first time back at field since his absence leave had ended. Matt wasn’t a hundred percent recovered yet from all his injuries, so he had hovered at the sidelines for most part of the game, while the rest of the team played on.

While I waited for Matt, a gang of cheerleaders had sat next to me by the first steps of the bleachers, so they could droll over the football players running around on the field. One of the cheerleaders decided to sit on my lap, while the rest of her friends huddled close to us to gossip about the boys. The girls were used to being that close around me, and even though I still worried about a jealous boyfriend coming at me for this, they didn’t seem to care much about it, since it was pretty obvious that I had zero interest in stealing any girl from anyone.

Matt glanced my way and broke away from his team mates, limping in my direction with his muscles bunching over his jersey shirt. He looked good enough to eat. I should stop ogling him or the girl on my lap would be soon feeling something stand to attention, and that would be a body reaction hard to explain. Pun intended. Snigger.

“So... practice is over,” Matt said as he stopped in front of me, eyeing the girl on my lap with a smidgen of irritation. It was barely there, but I knew him well and it didn’t go unnoticed by me.

“And you were marvelous at it!” Brenda, the cheerleader sat on my lap, commended with an overly sweetened voice, while she sneaked her arms around my neck. Brenda always talked to boys in that tone. Well, hot boys, that is.

“How would you know? You’ve been hanging on Taylor like he’s your life support, I don’t think you’ve spared a single glance to that field.”

He tried to sound playful, but there was a sharp bite lacing his words. I don’t think anyone noticed it, but I knew all the subtle nuances in his tone and what the changes in his stance really meant, there was a snarl behind that playful banter. A jealous one.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling surprised by his reaction.

“Matt, don’t be jealous, the girls had all eyes completely glued to your team the entire time we’ve been up here.” I teased and the girls giggled in unison, all pleased that Matt could have been jealous of one of them.

“If you say so.” He gave a forced smile and his eyes flickered towards Brenda’s arms around my neck again. The girls seemed oblivious as they continued giggling on.

“Taylor, I know we had plans to go to your place now, but the team is going to talk about new maneuvers for the next game at Scott’s and I need to be there.” He told me.

“Oh,” I mumbled, disappointed. “But weren’t you going to get benched because of your ankle injury anyway? Why do you have to be there?”

“No, my ankle is a lot better. And I’m changing position, so I don’t have to run as much. That’s why I need to go, we had to move everyone around for me to play, and our moves are all different now. There’s a lot of new stuff we need to coordinate.”

“But you’re still crashing at my place for the night, right?” I asked full of hope.

I’ve been so eager to have him to myself tonight and now he was ditching me to go hang out with his jock buddies to talk about boring football moves?

“We don’t know how long it’ll take to talk through everything. If it gets too late, Scott said I could stay for the night at his place,” he said, scratching at his head. “You can tell Mrs. Holmes I’ll pay a visit some other time, yeah?”

“Okay,” I said, crestfallen.

“You could come with us.” He proposed when he saw my reaction. “I’m sure Scott won’t mind you hanging around.”

I snorted quite loudly. “I’m pretty sure he will, Matt. You know he can’t stand me. Thanks, but I’d rather not.”

“You can bring us with you, Taylor! Scott won’t say anything if you show up with the cheerleader team at his house.” Brenda suggested while the girls giggled excitedly around her.

“I’m not going, he hates my guts, okay? There’s no amount of cheerleaders that can make Scott to like me. You can go hang with your jock buddies.” I grumbled at Matt with a frustrated huff. “I’d rather go home.”

“If that’s what you want to do.” Matt gave me another forced smile before turning and walking away. I watched him go and cursed the heavens for my ruined plans. Stupid Scott and his stupid football team, stealing my man away from me!

Then I groaned again and pulled Brenda off my lap, before I ran after him.

“Hey, wait!” I called him out and he turned to face me, while the girls began to scurry out of the bleaches to head back to the main building and his team mates headed to the locker room to shower.

“Matt, I’m sorry.” I apologized when I caught up to him. “I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy back there. I don’t want you to think I don’t want to hang out with you, I just don’t want to be around Scott, that’s all.”

“It’s okay, you can bring Brenda with you. She can protect you from the big mean football players while she sits on your lap, wraps her twig arms around your neck and gives you lots of kisses and hugs,” he said, irritated.

“Are you serious with that?” I asked in bafflement. “Because if there’s anyone here who should be having jealous fits over girls hanging on their necks, that person should be me, okay? They were all giggling and batting eyelashes at you back there! And I don’t know if you’ve been up to date with the news, but I’ve been out and proud around these parts for quite a while now. You, on the other hand, was having heterosexual encounters with girls not too long ago. And you’re the one ditching me to be with Scott here, okay?” I protested.

“I’m not ditching anyone. I’ve just asked you to come with me!” He countered.

“Fine. You can go hang with your team and I’ll just... go do whatever at home. Don’t worry about me.”

“Aw, come on, Tay! Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I have to go, I don’t want to be kicked out of the team! You can tell your mom I’ll stop by some other time, she won’t mind!”

I let out a big sigh. “Look, I’m not mad, and I’m not trying to get you away from your friends. I know how much the team means to you, so, just go.” I tried to be fair, since he didn’t know the real reason I was so anxious to ‘hang’ with him today. “You deserve some time off with your friends. I’m being selfish for wanting you to myself all the time.” I conceded, giving him a weak smile. “We can hang out some other time. We have all the time in the world.”

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” He asked tentatively.

I gave him a bigger smile this time and nodded.

I considered going to see Vincent, but then I would have to explain how big of a loser I was, and also what an epic fail my seduction plan had been. He was going to make so much fun of me. I’d rather skip the aggravation and just stay home by myself.

It was the beginning of the night, my parents had gone to their dinner party and I had already watched too much TV and stuffed my face with too much ice cream, so I decided it was time to call it a night and go to sleep. I had my comfy sweat pants on, and was taking my shirt off in the dark bedroom, when I heard my cell phone buzzing on my nightstand.

“Yeah?” I greeted distractedly, still shuffling through the sheets, when Matt’s voice chuckled on the other side of the line.

“I haven’t even asked anything and you’re already agreeing to it?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, smiling at the phone. “For you, Matty, it’s always going to be yes, don’t you know that already?”

He laughed quietly, sounding pleased with my answer. “Do you really mean that?” he asked in a hushed tone, like he was trying to whisper.

“Sure.”

“So, is your offer for me to crash at your place still on?”

“You want to spend the night here? I thought you were going to stay at Scott’s tonight. Where are you now?”

“Right behind you.” His voice came from behind me.

If this was a romantic movie, this would have gone down like this: I would have screamed in fright and lost my balance, but his arm would encircle around my waist at the last second, holding me before I could fall, and then we would lock eyes, with sexual tension fizzling between us, making the air sparkle with electricity and enticing, erotic urges, and everything would end in a scorching, cinematographic and most marvelous kiss.

But, this was real life, so I reacted like anyone scared or surprised would:

Jerking limbs, elbows up, flailing around, startled beyond my wits as I hit him as hard as I could. What did he expect me to do? I was alone in the house, all lights out and someone sneaks up behind my back? Of course I instinctively elbowed him. On the ribs. On his broken rib, to be specific. The bloody idiot!

“Matt! What the hell! You scared the crap out of me!” I shouted as he stumbled back, holding his stomach and huffing in pain and out of breath.

“Sorry.” He groaned, wincing. “You have a mean sharp elbow, man.”

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is your rib broken again? Oh, my God, why did you do that? I can’t believe you sneaked up on me like that! Are you stupid or something? What were you thinking?!” I squeaked, flailing around.

He sat slowly on my bed, one arm still wrapped over his ribs. “I’m fine, Tay. My rib is still a bit sore, that’s all, but I’ll live, stop freaking out!”

“Oh thank God!” I whispered, relieved. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Scott’s house’s only a few blocks away, so I walked here. I know where the spare key’s hidden, so I just got in, like I always do. And it’s not the middle of the night, is really early! Why are you sleeping so early, Holmie?” he asked with a slightly slurred voice.

“Wait. Are you... drunk?” I asked, frowning. He smelled of beer for sure.

“No, I am certainly not!” He fervently denied and then swayed a little on the bed. I raised an eyebrow and despite the dark room, he managed to see it, because the moon outside was enough to be able to illuminate my skeptical glare.

“Okay. Maybe.” He changed his answer.

I stared at him, still with my eyebrow raised.

“Fine. I drank some.” He chuckled and hiccuped. “But it was just a little. Honest to God! I only had this tiny plastic cup, it was itsy-bitsy small, I swear!” he said crossing his heart with his finger. Then he let out a quiet giggle.

I shook my head and sighed. “All right. Let’s get your drunk ass to bed, then.” I muttered, pulling out the guest mattress from under my bed, before I went to the closet to fetch him clean sheets and a pillow.

“So... how was your night?” he asked, watching me get his bed ready on the floor next to my bed.

“It was fabulous. Brenda came over with the girls and we had a blast together!” I lied my ass off. He seemed to have had a great time with Scott there and I wanted him to think I had an equal fabulous great time with Brenda.

He chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah! We had the best time ever. The girls just left, one minute earlier and you would’ve caught them here.”

“Well, that’s odd.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, glancing up at him.

“Because Brenda and the girls were all at Scott’s. I sort of invited them, back then at the bleachers, remember? They all showed up at his house later.”

“Ugh. Fine. You caught me. I lied. Was everybody really there?” I asked, tossing his pillow angrily at the head of the mattress. feeling extremely miffed, not to mention, left out.

“Yeah, it was in full party mode swing when I left.” He noticed my sour mood and added quickly. “It’d have been more fun if you were there, though. I tried calling you to try to convince you to come over, but my battery died on me.”

“Why did you leave the party then, if it was so bloody fun?” I grumbled.

“Well, like I said, I missed you. And I wished you were there. Parties are fun and all, but it’s not the same without you. I really have missed you, I’m not just saying that to butter you up.”

“Yeah, yeah. You didn’t need to leave your awesome party with tons of girls just to hang with me.” I huffed out and stood up, having finally finished up with his bedding arrangements. I was about to walk away when he pulled me sharply back, making me stumble over the guest mattress on the floor to fall over him on the bed.

“You look so cute when you’re jealous.” He murmured close to my ear, as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I’m not jealous.” I denied childishly, trying to fight the shivers that were running up and down my spine. “I don’t care whatsoever about your stupid party.”

“It’s even cuter when you pout like that.” He leaned closer. “I’ve never notice this before, but you have a really sexy pout.” He murmured, giving light bites at the base of my neck.

Oh dear God. I love drunk Matt.

He is so naughty.

And sexy as hell too.

“I’m not pouting.” I denied with a pout, while I tried to fight the onslaught of goosebumps rising all over on my skin, caused by his skillful teasing bites.

He chuckled. “Then what’s this on your lips?” He asked, moving from my neck to bite lightly on my bottom lip, right before he kissed me fully and properly on the lips.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. His kiss tasted sweet and bitter, and slightly of beer.

I sunk my fingers on his scalp, tugging at his hair and making him moan a little, as he pulled me closer and closer, until we were completely mashed together. When we broke the kiss, he smiled at me like a goof.

“So… Am I forgiven for ditching you today?” he asked with puppy dog begging eyes.

“You’re totally forgiven. Wait. No! Maybe not totally. It’ll take a few more kisses for complete forgiveness.” I requested, feeling bold.

“Alright. Sounds fair.” He conceded with a crooked smile and he captured my lips again.

He kissed me just like he had done at the night club, urgent, demanding and rough. It made tingles run havoc over my body. I couldn’t get enough of his lips, I could kiss him like this forever.

“You taste really good.” He murmured after we broke apart again. “Like, all sweet and sugary and different.”

“I was just eating vanilla ice cream before you arrived.” I explained with a chuckle.

“I see. You’re giving out vanilla kisses tonight.” He nodded approvingly. “I’m glad I’ve arrived in time to have a taste before you closed for the night then.”

I laughed. “I have a twenty-four hour supply of kisses always at ready for you, Matty. You can come and get it any time you want.” I cupped his face with my hands and stared him down. “Did you really like it?”

“Best kiss I’ve ever had.” He hummed and his voice came out a bit hoarse, sexy as hell. I leaned away from him to look him in the eyes. Even though his lips were quirked up in a playful smile, his blue eyes were so intense and filled with so much heat, he looked like he really meant it.

I cupped his face with both hands and leaned closer, stopping my face a few inches from him, with our lips almost touching, but not quite yet. I pulled a little away, denying him the kiss he so visibly wanted, but I didn’t pull my lips too far from his. I kept teasing him, offering him what he wanted but never closing the distance between us to actually give it to him.

I was being a tease, I know. I was going to give him what he wanted, eventually, but first he needed to answer me something.

“Do I kiss better than the other girls you’ve kissed before?” I asked quietly.

My stomach flipped and twisted inside. Suddenly I felt nervous about what he could reply.

“So much better.” He answered while his hands move up from my thighs to my hips, to hold me firmly in his grasp and make sure I wouldn’t escape him. His hands felt so hot digging into my skin. I fought hard not to melt completely underneath them, like a piece of butter being held by scorching iron.

“You don’t need to lie just so I can let you crash in my room, Matty. I won’t get mad if you say the truth, you can still stay here, no matter what you say.”

“I’m not lying, Tay. Kissing you is… different. It’s better than anything I have ever did in my whole life.” He dug his fingers into my waist, holding his breath in anticipation, silently begging for me to close the inches between our lips, or at least give him permission to do it himself.

He had never looked at me like this before, or touched me like this, with so much desire. My body was going haywire with the flood of sensations and feelings.

I leaned closer and bit his bottom lip, sucking it slowly. It was quite the miracle I had managed to control any of the responses from my body, but after that move, I fucking lost it. He was too fucking hot and I was too aroused to care about acting coy or demure. I never knew being with Matt could be like this. It was beyond any dream I’ve ever had, beyond my wildest expectations. Lust took control of my momentarily impaired brain, and I crashed my lips into Matt’s, kissing him as if I’ve been starving.

But I wanted more. More of him. More than only kisses. So I grabbed his T-shirt and tugged urgently at it, trying to pull it over his head. For a moment, Matt looked uncertain, like he was a second away of calling this off, but that fleeting second of doubt passed and he let me take his shirt off.

I knew things were going too fast. Matt seemed to be hesitant about this, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to have more of his skin on my hands, I wanted to feel his body merged to mine, melting me like my private sun.

I scratched at his chest and pressed my hand against his ribcage and he flinched, the muscles of his stomach contracting automatically under my touch.

I froze, suddenly remembering the faded bruises on his ribs that hadn’t still fully healed. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” I asked, treading my fingers as lightly as I could over his skin. He had only taken the bandages off yesterday and the purple and yellowish spots could still be seen scattered over his ribs.

“No,” he replied and pressed his hand over mine, making me touch him a little harder than I was doing before. “But it tickles when you touch this light.” He explained to my confused face. “If you must touch, do it harder.” He ordered in a playful tone.

“Oh?” I said, arching an eyebrow. The cheeky boy. “I think I must. How about this? Does it tickle when I do this?” I asked trailing my lips over his chest and leaving butterfly kisses all over him.

I always wanted to do that. I’ve dreamed of leaving kisses over Matt’s body for years and years. Now I could do it. Now I was doing it!

“Or do you like it hard?” I asked before I gave him a sharp bite to the chest.

He gasped in surprise and his strong chest inflated as he filled it with air. He held his breath and waited for my next move, reeling in expectation under my lips. Guess he wasn’t feeling so ticklish anymore, huh? I gently kissed the spot where I had bitten him, to soothe the sting a little, and he exhaled in a shaky breath.

I smirked, pleased with the effect I was having on him.

He locked eyes with me and for the first time in all of the years we’ve known each other, I got to see something new in his eyes. He was looking at me like a lover would. Not a friend. This realization left me reeling in pleased surprise.

He grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me up, so he could kiss me again. I grind shamelessly against him while I kissed him back as if I’d been starved of his lips. I couldn’t believe I was making out with a half-naked Matt in my bed tonight! I couldn’t believe this was really happening!

It was the most intense make out I’ve ever had. His hands were everywhere on me, groping, grabbing, exploring, and then he whispered hoarsely in my ear about how good my kisses were, and that’s what it took to drive me over the edge. I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach and the overwhelming rush as I let go of his lips to let out a moan that escaped from the back of my throat when the unexpected bliss of orgasm hit me.

After a few seconds of labored breathing, I slumped over him. A moment later, I realized in horror what had happened: I had dry humped him into oblivion, like an inexperienced eager fourteen year old would do.

Oh, God. The embarrassment. Someone, please, kill me now!

“Tay?” Matt asked in a worried tone. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t know why I had stopped so abruptly.

“Yeah.” I slid off him and rested on the bed on my side. I could feel the sticky mess settling inside my sweatpants but thankfully, it was too dark in the room for him to see the shameful state of my pants. I was also glad that he couldn’t see the vivid blush tinting my face and heating up my ears too.

“It’s normal, you know? It means you were enjoying it, no reason to feel embarrassed about it.” He commented nonplussed.

Okay. Maybe he did know why I had stopped so suddenly. I could feel my face burning in renewed intensity. I’m sure that even in the dark room, he could see the bright red glowing from my face.

“I’m so sorry! I swear this has never happened to me before!” I squeaked, burying my face in the pillow in shame.

He gave a lazy laugh and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to him. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize for this. It’s okay, Tay.” He said, holding me in his arms. “I almost had the same ending, to be honest with you. I mean, after that sound you made? One more noise like that and I was a goner. I’m going to remember that moan for the rest of my life, man. It was the sexiest thing I have ever heard.” He told me with an inebriated hum.

I laughed, feeling proud of myself instead of embarrassed. The best thing about hooking up with your childhood best friend is that he knew all the right things to say to make the embarrassment go away.

“I’m going to take care of this mess in the bathroom, okay?” I told him as I shuffled out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

I walked to my dresser and grabbed a clean underwear to take with me before I left the room. I spent a good amount of time in the bathroom, because I was still feeling embarrassed about the dry-hump speedy finale and didn’t want to risk hearing Matt mocking me about it. When I finally got back in the room, he was sound asleep in my bed.

I jumped over the mattress, that I had laid for him on the floor next to my bed, figuring I would tuck it back in beneath the bed in the morning, and sat on the foot of my bed, before quickly crawling my way up to lay next to Matt. I pulled the covers over us and snuggled with him, falling asleep a few minutes later with the widest and happiest grin on my face.

The night had ended better than I’ve ever hoped it would. Matt had come back for me, because he missed me. And he had made a move! For the first time ever! Fueled by alcohol, but hey, it still counts. I finally had that ‘hot action’ I’ve always dreamed of having with him!

I definitely didn’t need to worry anymore about going back to the ghastly friend zone.

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