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Title:untitled for now
Pairing:Sonny/Matt....duh
Rating:uh NC-17? for language and uh adult themes
Summary:Matt and Sonny meet at a bar, (so cliche, only it's not).....i suck at summaries, uhh will contain small bits of fluff, and lots of angst later on.
Disclaimer:i own only the words and little phrases.
Author’s Note: new installments will be posted sparsely, i am really reluctant about posting this, since i never really finish anything, so if you like it i'll keep writing. this is also my first post here so be nice, cause i like this story a lot.
Warnings:uh i like the eff word a lot...... i also tend to use large words so have a dictionary handy
Dedications:i would like to dedicate this to my online friend mcr_sp_kick_ass, whom i still owe a slash, and i would like to thank the person that created spell check, i owe you my life's work.
They met at a smokey hole-in-the-wall bar on the lower East side. Both were not even close to being drunk.
Sonny had a strict limit that he always kept to: two glasses of vodka, three beers, or two glasses of bourbon, even though he hated it, (it was good for sparse occasions when celebration was in order) never wine, too proper, or he could have four whiskey shots, and then his night was done. He wasn't a heavy drinker he only drank enough for his brain to get bubbly, and only on rare occasions when he felt it was needed, and tonight was one of those nights. Only tonight, he completely forgot about the limit. Tonight he had a perfect occasion to ruin his liver for.
Matt sat at a small dimly lit table in the very back. He too had a limit, when he felt like it. But he usually never felt like it.
every night for the past month he had either gone home with someone or taken someone home. And tonight he had his eye on Sonny. Matt knew that he should have approached Sonny long ago when he had first started drinking, but he didn't have the nerve. Which was strange considering he had left his dignity and trepidation back in the ninth grade, when he found out that he liked guys. But Sonny was different, Sonny was gorgeous, and it didn't take getting drunk for Matt to see it, it was noticeable from the time he had entered the bar.
Matt decided that since it was Sonny's sixth vodka, that now would be a good time to approach him, before anybody else did.
Matt took a deep breath as he neared the bar. Sonny rolled his eyes when he heard it and called for another drink as Matt sat two seats down from him. He glanced over at Matt disdainfully, then swallowed his new drink in one gulp. It stung his throat and he could swear he heard his brain cells popping as they died. Matt chuckled from beside him.
"slow down kiddo" Matt smiled "you'll kill yourself"
Sonny scoffed and took a drag from his cigarette,"don't I wish"
Matt grimaced, great, he thought, another dead one. A chivalrous half smile crept across his face, he chuckled again. He was beginning to look like an idiot, and he knew it. But is wasn't that surprising, since idiocy was quite apparent in his gene pool. Sonny sighed and took one last drag off his cigarette, then squashed the butt in a nearby ashtray. He decided not to drink anymore and asked the bartender for a Coke, since any more fuzziness would cause him to think of his new suitor as attractive. Matt eyed Sonny inquisitively. Sonny noticed and glared. Matt's look of confusion quickly turned to a grin as he tried to strike up another conversation.
"so, what brings you here on a Wednesday?" Matt asked, it wasn't one of his better pick-up lines
He had stooped low, now he was a sleazy ass hole, instead of whatever he was before. Sonny raised his eyebrow and tried to think of something unappealing to answer with.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend" he said abruptly
Lie! Matt thought. Sonny cringed as the word came out of his mouth, it sounded unappealing even to him, who still liked girls, somewhat. Matt smirked at Sonny pained expression and tried again.
"okay, so what's your name?"
"look honey, I'm not even eighteen yet, and you look about twenty-five, so please dismiss and hopes or thoughts of hooking up with me" Sonny said, turning back to his drink
"I'm twenty-two" Matt said quietly, he was getting quite annoyed with having his advances thrown back at him, even if they were below his normal par "and my name is Matt, not 'honey'"
"nice to meet you Matt, I am Sonny M, but seeing as how we are sharing this intimate moment and all, you can call me Nny" Sonny said with mock politeness and lit another cigarette
"JTHM" Matt said
"what?"
"you're quoting Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" Matt said
"well I thought it suited the situation" Sonny said taking a drag off his new cigarette
"I guess" Matt said folding his arms on the bar and resting his head on them
"and to answer your question from earlier, I'm here cause my parents kicked me out cause I like guys" Sonny said
Matt looked confused at the unexpected statement. he now felt like a pedophile, not to mention an idiotic sleazy ass hole. Sonny had just realized his situation, now that he had said it out loud. he cursed under his breath. Then he got an idea he was reluctant about voicing. He decided it could be worse, at least Matt was attractive.
"I have a proposition for you Matt," Sonny said, Matt listened intently, "if we fuck, will you let me crash at your place till I find somewhere else?"
"what?! no!" Matt exclaimed
Sonny began picking at the splintering bar, trying to become entranced with it.
"no, I meant no about the sex thing, and are you sure you trust a guy who just five minutes ago tried to hook up with you?" Matt asked
"well it's either you or the cemetery" Sonny said looking up
"the cemetery's the safest place to be-"
Sonny cut him off "yes yes, i know, cause everybody's already dead, The Crow, nice quotage, now we're even, so can I stay with you?"
"no! I mean...shit, Sonny" Matt whined, then sighed deeply, contemplating the possible outcomes to his decision "fine"
"awesome!" Sonny said "now do you want to fuck or not?"
Matt sighed and massaged his temples, "only if you want to"
"oh come on Matty, you know you want me," Sonny said inhaling on his cigarette and covertly sneaking his hand up Matt's thigh "haven't you ever want to fuck somebody older, or in your case younger, doesn't that element of danger turn you on? i know it turns me on"
Matt shivered, and Sonny noticed that he was enjoying it himself. He was amazed at himself, he was actually beginning to want Matt. his hand stopped on it's own in the middle of Matt's thigh. Sonny pulled his hand from Matt's leg as fast as he could, he couldn't have sex, he had been kidding himself. Sonny began apologizing profusely.
"I'm really sorry" he said "you know, i think I'm just gonna sleep in the cemetery"
"no it's fine" Matt said
"no, it's not fine" Sonny said backing away, "I'm just gonna go, so uh, have a nice life, and be careful, don't fuck a lot of, you know, virus filled people"
Like me, he thought, passing through the stained glass door of the bar.
Pairing:Sonny/Matt....duh
Rating:uh NC-17? for language and uh adult themes
Summary:Matt and Sonny meet at a bar, (so cliche, only it's not).....i suck at summaries, uhh will contain small bits of fluff, and lots of angst later on.
Disclaimer:i own only the words and little phrases.
Author’s Note: new installments will be posted sparsely, i am really reluctant about posting this, since i never really finish anything, so if you like it i'll keep writing. this is also my first post here so be nice, cause i like this story a lot.
Warnings:uh i like the eff word a lot...... i also tend to use large words so have a dictionary handy
Dedications:i would like to dedicate this to my online friend mcr_sp_kick_ass, whom i still owe a slash, and i would like to thank the person that created spell check, i owe you my life's work.
They met at a smokey hole-in-the-wall bar on the lower East side. Both were not even close to being drunk.
Sonny had a strict limit that he always kept to: two glasses of vodka, three beers, or two glasses of bourbon, even though he hated it, (it was good for sparse occasions when celebration was in order) never wine, too proper, or he could have four whiskey shots, and then his night was done. He wasn't a heavy drinker he only drank enough for his brain to get bubbly, and only on rare occasions when he felt it was needed, and tonight was one of those nights. Only tonight, he completely forgot about the limit. Tonight he had a perfect occasion to ruin his liver for.
Matt sat at a small dimly lit table in the very back. He too had a limit, when he felt like it. But he usually never felt like it.
every night for the past month he had either gone home with someone or taken someone home. And tonight he had his eye on Sonny. Matt knew that he should have approached Sonny long ago when he had first started drinking, but he didn't have the nerve. Which was strange considering he had left his dignity and trepidation back in the ninth grade, when he found out that he liked guys. But Sonny was different, Sonny was gorgeous, and it didn't take getting drunk for Matt to see it, it was noticeable from the time he had entered the bar.
Matt decided that since it was Sonny's sixth vodka, that now would be a good time to approach him, before anybody else did.
Matt took a deep breath as he neared the bar. Sonny rolled his eyes when he heard it and called for another drink as Matt sat two seats down from him. He glanced over at Matt disdainfully, then swallowed his new drink in one gulp. It stung his throat and he could swear he heard his brain cells popping as they died. Matt chuckled from beside him.
"slow down kiddo" Matt smiled "you'll kill yourself"
Sonny scoffed and took a drag from his cigarette,"don't I wish"
Matt grimaced, great, he thought, another dead one. A chivalrous half smile crept across his face, he chuckled again. He was beginning to look like an idiot, and he knew it. But is wasn't that surprising, since idiocy was quite apparent in his gene pool. Sonny sighed and took one last drag off his cigarette, then squashed the butt in a nearby ashtray. He decided not to drink anymore and asked the bartender for a Coke, since any more fuzziness would cause him to think of his new suitor as attractive. Matt eyed Sonny inquisitively. Sonny noticed and glared. Matt's look of confusion quickly turned to a grin as he tried to strike up another conversation.
"so, what brings you here on a Wednesday?" Matt asked, it wasn't one of his better pick-up lines
He had stooped low, now he was a sleazy ass hole, instead of whatever he was before. Sonny raised his eyebrow and tried to think of something unappealing to answer with.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend" he said abruptly
Lie! Matt thought. Sonny cringed as the word came out of his mouth, it sounded unappealing even to him, who still liked girls, somewhat. Matt smirked at Sonny pained expression and tried again.
"okay, so what's your name?"
"look honey, I'm not even eighteen yet, and you look about twenty-five, so please dismiss and hopes or thoughts of hooking up with me" Sonny said, turning back to his drink
"I'm twenty-two" Matt said quietly, he was getting quite annoyed with having his advances thrown back at him, even if they were below his normal par "and my name is Matt, not 'honey'"
"nice to meet you Matt, I am Sonny M, but seeing as how we are sharing this intimate moment and all, you can call me Nny" Sonny said with mock politeness and lit another cigarette
"JTHM" Matt said
"what?"
"you're quoting Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" Matt said
"well I thought it suited the situation" Sonny said taking a drag off his new cigarette
"I guess" Matt said folding his arms on the bar and resting his head on them
"and to answer your question from earlier, I'm here cause my parents kicked me out cause I like guys" Sonny said
Matt looked confused at the unexpected statement. he now felt like a pedophile, not to mention an idiotic sleazy ass hole. Sonny had just realized his situation, now that he had said it out loud. he cursed under his breath. Then he got an idea he was reluctant about voicing. He decided it could be worse, at least Matt was attractive.
"I have a proposition for you Matt," Sonny said, Matt listened intently, "if we fuck, will you let me crash at your place till I find somewhere else?"
"what?! no!" Matt exclaimed
Sonny began picking at the splintering bar, trying to become entranced with it.
"no, I meant no about the sex thing, and are you sure you trust a guy who just five minutes ago tried to hook up with you?" Matt asked
"well it's either you or the cemetery" Sonny said looking up
"the cemetery's the safest place to be-"
Sonny cut him off "yes yes, i know, cause everybody's already dead, The Crow, nice quotage, now we're even, so can I stay with you?"
"no! I mean...shit, Sonny" Matt whined, then sighed deeply, contemplating the possible outcomes to his decision "fine"
"awesome!" Sonny said "now do you want to fuck or not?"
Matt sighed and massaged his temples, "only if you want to"
"oh come on Matty, you know you want me," Sonny said inhaling on his cigarette and covertly sneaking his hand up Matt's thigh "haven't you ever want to fuck somebody older, or in your case younger, doesn't that element of danger turn you on? i know it turns me on"
Matt shivered, and Sonny noticed that he was enjoying it himself. He was amazed at himself, he was actually beginning to want Matt. his hand stopped on it's own in the middle of Matt's thigh. Sonny pulled his hand from Matt's leg as fast as he could, he couldn't have sex, he had been kidding himself. Sonny began apologizing profusely.
"I'm really sorry" he said "you know, i think I'm just gonna sleep in the cemetery"
"no it's fine" Matt said
"no, it's not fine" Sonny said backing away, "I'm just gonna go, so uh, have a nice life, and be careful, don't fuck a lot of, you know, virus filled people"
Like me, he thought, passing through the stained glass door of the bar.