Hey Pretty (15/?)
Hey Pretty
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Matt/Dom
Summary: “Hey pretty, don’t you wanna take a ride with me through my world?” Based on the lyrics of 'Hey Pretty' by Poe. Soundtrack is available here!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
AN: Yep.. typing away furiously here. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! Sorry to leave you all hanging a bit with the last chapter, hope the fast update makes up for it!
Matthew slipped his hands over my skin as he kissed me, soft and slow in his actions. It was sensual, a contradiction to the pressing need I could feel hard against my own arousal. I whimpered softly into Matthew's mouth, my fingers twisting into his dark locks, slightly damp with sweat from our playing earlier. I felt a rumble in his chest and he pulled from the kiss, chuckling lightly. Matthew's eyes were dark with desire and the look he was giving me was certainly predatory.
Still, he was slow in his actions, sitting back as he straddled atop of me, fingers teasing and testing their way over my chest and stomach. He dipped lower, grasping my erection firmly along with his own, an interesting combination of his soft hardness mixed with his calloused fingers.
I'd not done anything like this since I was a teenager but it appeared that Matthew was a fan of frottage. After all, our first encounter had been basically that, aside from the fact that there had been a level of clothing restricting us. This was so much more. And I had to say, it was fucking amazing.
I ground my hips up against his, into his fist, against his cock, as hot and hard as mine, the only lubrication was our mixing pre-come. I couldn't help the whimpers and pants that escaped from me, though from the sounds that Matthew was emitting himself, I don't think either of us really cared how we sounded.
Despite the heat of it, we still moved slowly, drawing out the pleasure of it. It was like a slow torture for the both of us, silently agreeing to make this last for as long as we could. I looked up at Matthew, his blue eyes were locked with mine, staring at me with a heated look, flush to his cheeks. It was stunning and I reached one hand up to cup his face, fingers sliding across the faint stubble on his cheek, continuing on to just hold him as he leaned into the touch.
My other hand slipped down to join his were we were joined, fingers twining together in an embrace as we moved together. His thumb slipped over the sensitive tip of my cock and I arched my back slightly, head tipping back as I broke eye contact for a moment as they rolled back in my head. The moan I unleashed was nothing short of pornographic and it was followed by a throaty gasp from Matthew as well when he leaned down to me, teeth nipping at my throat.
“Oh god Matt.. it feels amazing.. want to feel more of you though.” I whispered to him. Our positioning meant that our hands were trapped between us, barely able to move. That barely there motion of the two of us rocking into each other was driving me mad and I just wanted to feel more.
“Please love.. I want you inside of me.” I begged before I nipped at Matthew's lip, sucking on it before releasing him. He groaned as he gave me a nod. He shifted, releasing the both of us as he leaned away, grabbing what he needed from the bedside table. I slowly moved my hand over the both of us, making Matthew's breathing hitch as the sensation caught him off guard.
He looked to me, bottle of lube in hand. I pulled it from him with a smile, still teasing him as my thumb brushed over the tip of his cock in imitation of how he teased me scant moments before. Matthew shuddered, eyes slipping shut.
I wasn't able to do what I wanted to do one handed so with reluctance, I release myself and Matthew, opening the lube and smeared some of it on my fingers, generous with it.
“Shift a bit.” I instructed Matthew and he nodded, moving so I could do what I intended. I slipped my fingers down to tease at my entrance as Matthew watched. If the look on his face had been filled with desire before, now it was positively sinful. I bit my lip as I slipped a finger inside of myself.
It was always an interesting sensation for me, likely because I didn't often indulge in the act. It was a strange and wondrous mixture of pain and pleasure, that fiery burn. I watched Matthew through hooded eyes as he took the lube, slicking his own fingers with it before I felt him join me, his finger probing questioningly. I gave him a nod, removing my fingers, letting him replace mine with his.
It always felt better to me when it was someone else preparing me, rather than myself. It was an intimate act as the levels of trust were laid into place, both of us testing the boundaries. For Matthew I was more than willing to push past things I wouldn't normally do. Being fucked was one such boundary that I was willing to cross for him.
I hissed slightly as I felt a second finger being pressed into me. Matthew paused, biting his lip as he waited and I pressed back against the intrusion. “It's okay, keep going.” I told him and I could see that he was thinking of not following my instruction. I reached down to grasp his wrist, moving his hand myself, groaning as I felt that unique sensation of being stretched open.
“Please..” I moaned and Matthew crooked his fingers as he pressed in deeply, brushing against my prostate, causing me to squirm and grind against him. “Oh fuck Matt..”
“You look incredible like this, so wanton and..” Matthew trailed off, searching for the word. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say but as he twisted his hand I forgot immediately anything that had been on my mind. Instead I squirmed under Matthew's hands, reaching to grip myself, needing more contact, needing more of everything.
“Fuck you look amazing when you touch yourself.” Matthew breathed. I decided to put on a bit of a show for him, overemphasizing my reactions to the sensation, moaning loudly for Matthew, shuddering a bit.
The thing with that type of play acting was that if you were good at it, you didn't need to play for long before you body actually took over and genuinely felt it. Matthew's fingers in my arse, brushing against my prostate as he stretched me open for him, my own lube slicked hand stroking over my cock as I writhed against him, it was just so much more sensation than I could handle. Matthew apparently sensed it because I felt him pull away from me, cutting off half of what was about to tip me over the edge.
“Not yet.. wait for me.” He commanded and I stilled my hand. I watched and waited as Matthew prepared himself with a condom and lube, biting my lip as I anticipated how he would feel sheathed inside of me. I couldn't ever recall I time when I felt this absolute yearning for this on the few occasions that I'd asked to bottom. Sure, I enjoyed the act, the sensations had me come back for more despite some of the pain I'd experienced. But I've never encountered that overwhelming need for it either.
“Matthew.. Need you so much.. please love.. “ I panted as he positioned between my spread legs and I used my heels to pull him in. I arched my back slightly, giving Matthew a better angle. I held my breath as I felt him nudging at my entrance and as he pressed his way inside of me slowly, our eyes locking. A shuddering release of breath melting away into a moan, Matthew's voice joining mine as we moved together.
It was incredible, I felt him slide inside of me like he had been made to fit there, nestled inside of me much like how he had slipped inside of my heart already. The groan that was ripped from Matthew rattled my chest as I clung to him, pulling him in to kiss him. I moaned into his mouth before he pulled away again and I could see how tightly coiled he was, wound up like a spring and ready to snap.
“Breathe love.. just breathe.” I coaxed Matthew, fingertips tracing over his face, ghosting over his forehead and down over his nose, stopping at his lips where he kissed my fingers and gave me a smile. He shifted against me and brought his hand up, repeating the gesture to me, fingers slipping over my face. I kissed his fingers before he relaxed against me, his weight a comfort above me. I held him gently before he started a slow rocking against me, inside of me.
It was pure bliss as I wrapped my legs around his backside, drawing him up against me, deeper inside. We didn't speak, we only breathed and panted against each other as we shifted, drawing the pleasure out slowly again, building towards that wonderful crescendo once more. My fingers slipped over Matthew's back, sweat beading up as I could feel it prickling my own skin. It was hot and it was sensuous and I never wanted for it to end.
Matthew nipped at my chin, kissing over my face as my short nails scraped over the skin of his back, eliciting a hiss from him, followed by a groan as he thrust hard inside of me. I jerked, crying out as he hit that spot inside of me that left my insides turning to jelly.
Base instinct was taking control as Matthew sped up his thrusts. I clung to him, panting and gasping, moving against him in turn in order to get more friction against him, trying to gain my own release. I was so turned on it was nearing painful at this point, having been brought near the edge of release already, only to be backed off of it and then ramped up once more.
I was ready to tip over the edge when Matthew groaned and sharply slammed into me, screaming out. “Dominic! Fuck!”
It was all I needed to draw me over with him and I felt myself explode as Matthew came, slamming roughly into me. I shuddered, clamping down on Matthew as I breathed his name. I could see stars behind my eyelids as I squeezed them shut tightly, every muscle in my body tightening and my world exploded like the stars in my vision.
The both of us gasped for breath together, clinging close before Matthew rolled to the side a bit. I rolled with him as he did so and he stayed inside of me as we laid face to face on our sides atop his bed. I could feel a calmness to the scene as I looked to Matthew, my eyes lost inside of his as he was lost inside of me still.
He smiled at me, soft and sweet as he reached to clasp my hand in his, fingers lacing together as he brought my hand to his lips, kissing the back of my hand lightly. I didn't care that I was covered in sweat, that I was still trying to catch my breath, that the evidence of our actions was drying on the skin of my stomach, sticking the both of us together, right then it was like the world was made perfect. I couldn’t imagine anything better than this moment right here and now as Matthew pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. I was in heaven at that very moment.
“That was better than I'd imagined it to be.” Matthew breathed against the silence of the room, his voice soft and low. I nodded in response. I had to agree with him on that.
“I was. I've never had it feel as good as that before.. that was..” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to express what I'd felt without seeming silly. “It was perfection.” I finally settled on, blushing.
I shifted, trying to get more comfortable and Matthew slipped out of me. He made a face at the loss as did I but he busied himself for a moment, binning the condom after pulling it off. Neither of us felt the need to bother cleaning ourselves off though, rather we were content to lay together, holding each other.
“So I guess I did something right then?” Matthew asked and I could detect the curious tone in his voice. He wasn't just fishing for compliments right now, he was genuinely asking.
“Right? Bells.. you are going to have to beg for me to ever top again!” I exclaimed and I watched as pride filled his face while he smiled and blushed. 'When I said it was perfection, I really mean it. I've never felt like that before. I think it's just proves how amazing you are.” I wrapped an arm around Matthew's waist, pulling him in closer to me, our legs twisting together. He managed to hook the blanket that had fallen to the floor during our activities and pulled it over the both of us, keeping us warm. I kissed the tip of Matthew's nose in thanks. I liked curling up under the blankets after sex, keeping that wonderful warmth in for as long as possible.
“Well I guess I’m going to have to get used to begging because I won't give up having you top, not completely. Not that wasn't amazing to switch off, thank you for that by the way, but I love how you make me feel.” Matthew said softly. I moved my hand so that I could kiss his hand the way he'd done to mine.
“I think I would enjoy listening to you beg for me.” I teased and Matthew laughed.
“Oh you would! I think you are even kinkier than I am!”
“So you think of yourself as being kinky?” I asked and Matthew gave a nod, shifting his head on the pillow so he could see me better.
“I do. Don't you? I mean.. with all that we've done you can't say that I'm not kinky.” I contemplated the past few months and I had to agree that there was a a distinctly kinky streak to Matthew. But it wasn't shockingly kinky.
“I think you have a vague kinkiness to you, but it's not like you are a German porn star or anything. I think you just have a healthy amount of non-vanilla to you.” Matthew gave me a scandalized look at my comment.
“A healthy amount of non-vanilla? Does that imply that I'm partially vanilla?” Matthew rolled, pinning me beneath him as he tried to tickle me and I squirmed, laughing, trying to avoid probing fingers. “I find that an insult! I'm at the very least banana!” He exclaimed and I shrieked with laughter.
“Banana?! I might give you strawberry but what's with banana?” I laughed as I attempted to retaliate, tickling Matthew back. He cracked a huge smile, squirming but apparently I was going to have to redouble my efforts.
“I like bananas.” He said with a shrug, pursing his lips a little to give me a pout. I laughed at his response.
“Fine then. Banana. With a hint of chocolate.” I acquiesced finally and Matthew grinned.
“I'll take it as a compliment then.” He said as he flopped back to the bed next to me and I took his hand again, happy to have that simple connection with him. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand and it was that simple gesture that made everything worth it.
“So then Mister Howard, I should expect you in the office on Monday morning.” Matthew said and I was suddenly puzzled.
“Huh?”
“Your job silly. You've successfully achieved the biggest part of your Hollywood career, sleeping with the boss in order to get ahead.” Matthew grinned at me and I laughed a little at the joke though to be honest, I felt a bit of a knot forming in my stomach. I prayed that Matthew wouldn't notice anything amiss in my reaction to him though and my prayers for the time being were answered.
“In all seriousness though, on Monday I want to get a sample laid down for the producers. After that I'll be getting some real studio time and I'll let you know when that gets booked. Likely Thursday at the earliest.” Matthew continued as I curled against him, listening to him talk. He started rambling about the orchestra he wanted to use and the style he needed, wanting to base their sound around what we came up with first rather than have us try to work around with the orchestration. Half of what he was talking about went over my head but I liked listening to him anyways, the lilt of his voice drawing me into a sleepy haze.
I never really napped during the day but I was more than content to relax like this, curled up in a warm embrace and just relaxing. It had been said by some that happiness was a good book. While I quite enjoyed good books, I had to say that for me, happiness was a warm Matthew to curl up with while he chattered on about what he enjoyed.
Additional AN: Yes I know. But you can't expect it to be all sunshine and rainbows. Shit's gonna get heavy soon.
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Matt/Dom
Summary: “Hey pretty, don’t you wanna take a ride with me through my world?” Based on the lyrics of 'Hey Pretty' by Poe. Soundtrack is available here!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
AN: Yep.. typing away furiously here. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! Sorry to leave you all hanging a bit with the last chapter, hope the fast update makes up for it!
Matthew slipped his hands over my skin as he kissed me, soft and slow in his actions. It was sensual, a contradiction to the pressing need I could feel hard against my own arousal. I whimpered softly into Matthew's mouth, my fingers twisting into his dark locks, slightly damp with sweat from our playing earlier. I felt a rumble in his chest and he pulled from the kiss, chuckling lightly. Matthew's eyes were dark with desire and the look he was giving me was certainly predatory.
Still, he was slow in his actions, sitting back as he straddled atop of me, fingers teasing and testing their way over my chest and stomach. He dipped lower, grasping my erection firmly along with his own, an interesting combination of his soft hardness mixed with his calloused fingers.
I'd not done anything like this since I was a teenager but it appeared that Matthew was a fan of frottage. After all, our first encounter had been basically that, aside from the fact that there had been a level of clothing restricting us. This was so much more. And I had to say, it was fucking amazing.
I ground my hips up against his, into his fist, against his cock, as hot and hard as mine, the only lubrication was our mixing pre-come. I couldn't help the whimpers and pants that escaped from me, though from the sounds that Matthew was emitting himself, I don't think either of us really cared how we sounded.
Despite the heat of it, we still moved slowly, drawing out the pleasure of it. It was like a slow torture for the both of us, silently agreeing to make this last for as long as we could. I looked up at Matthew, his blue eyes were locked with mine, staring at me with a heated look, flush to his cheeks. It was stunning and I reached one hand up to cup his face, fingers sliding across the faint stubble on his cheek, continuing on to just hold him as he leaned into the touch.
My other hand slipped down to join his were we were joined, fingers twining together in an embrace as we moved together. His thumb slipped over the sensitive tip of my cock and I arched my back slightly, head tipping back as I broke eye contact for a moment as they rolled back in my head. The moan I unleashed was nothing short of pornographic and it was followed by a throaty gasp from Matthew as well when he leaned down to me, teeth nipping at my throat.
“Oh god Matt.. it feels amazing.. want to feel more of you though.” I whispered to him. Our positioning meant that our hands were trapped between us, barely able to move. That barely there motion of the two of us rocking into each other was driving me mad and I just wanted to feel more.
“Please love.. I want you inside of me.” I begged before I nipped at Matthew's lip, sucking on it before releasing him. He groaned as he gave me a nod. He shifted, releasing the both of us as he leaned away, grabbing what he needed from the bedside table. I slowly moved my hand over the both of us, making Matthew's breathing hitch as the sensation caught him off guard.
He looked to me, bottle of lube in hand. I pulled it from him with a smile, still teasing him as my thumb brushed over the tip of his cock in imitation of how he teased me scant moments before. Matthew shuddered, eyes slipping shut.
I wasn't able to do what I wanted to do one handed so with reluctance, I release myself and Matthew, opening the lube and smeared some of it on my fingers, generous with it.
“Shift a bit.” I instructed Matthew and he nodded, moving so I could do what I intended. I slipped my fingers down to tease at my entrance as Matthew watched. If the look on his face had been filled with desire before, now it was positively sinful. I bit my lip as I slipped a finger inside of myself.
It was always an interesting sensation for me, likely because I didn't often indulge in the act. It was a strange and wondrous mixture of pain and pleasure, that fiery burn. I watched Matthew through hooded eyes as he took the lube, slicking his own fingers with it before I felt him join me, his finger probing questioningly. I gave him a nod, removing my fingers, letting him replace mine with his.
It always felt better to me when it was someone else preparing me, rather than myself. It was an intimate act as the levels of trust were laid into place, both of us testing the boundaries. For Matthew I was more than willing to push past things I wouldn't normally do. Being fucked was one such boundary that I was willing to cross for him.
I hissed slightly as I felt a second finger being pressed into me. Matthew paused, biting his lip as he waited and I pressed back against the intrusion. “It's okay, keep going.” I told him and I could see that he was thinking of not following my instruction. I reached down to grasp his wrist, moving his hand myself, groaning as I felt that unique sensation of being stretched open.
“Please..” I moaned and Matthew crooked his fingers as he pressed in deeply, brushing against my prostate, causing me to squirm and grind against him. “Oh fuck Matt..”
“You look incredible like this, so wanton and..” Matthew trailed off, searching for the word. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say but as he twisted his hand I forgot immediately anything that had been on my mind. Instead I squirmed under Matthew's hands, reaching to grip myself, needing more contact, needing more of everything.
“Fuck you look amazing when you touch yourself.” Matthew breathed. I decided to put on a bit of a show for him, overemphasizing my reactions to the sensation, moaning loudly for Matthew, shuddering a bit.
The thing with that type of play acting was that if you were good at it, you didn't need to play for long before you body actually took over and genuinely felt it. Matthew's fingers in my arse, brushing against my prostate as he stretched me open for him, my own lube slicked hand stroking over my cock as I writhed against him, it was just so much more sensation than I could handle. Matthew apparently sensed it because I felt him pull away from me, cutting off half of what was about to tip me over the edge.
“Not yet.. wait for me.” He commanded and I stilled my hand. I watched and waited as Matthew prepared himself with a condom and lube, biting my lip as I anticipated how he would feel sheathed inside of me. I couldn't ever recall I time when I felt this absolute yearning for this on the few occasions that I'd asked to bottom. Sure, I enjoyed the act, the sensations had me come back for more despite some of the pain I'd experienced. But I've never encountered that overwhelming need for it either.
“Matthew.. Need you so much.. please love.. “ I panted as he positioned between my spread legs and I used my heels to pull him in. I arched my back slightly, giving Matthew a better angle. I held my breath as I felt him nudging at my entrance and as he pressed his way inside of me slowly, our eyes locking. A shuddering release of breath melting away into a moan, Matthew's voice joining mine as we moved together.
It was incredible, I felt him slide inside of me like he had been made to fit there, nestled inside of me much like how he had slipped inside of my heart already. The groan that was ripped from Matthew rattled my chest as I clung to him, pulling him in to kiss him. I moaned into his mouth before he pulled away again and I could see how tightly coiled he was, wound up like a spring and ready to snap.
“Breathe love.. just breathe.” I coaxed Matthew, fingertips tracing over his face, ghosting over his forehead and down over his nose, stopping at his lips where he kissed my fingers and gave me a smile. He shifted against me and brought his hand up, repeating the gesture to me, fingers slipping over my face. I kissed his fingers before he relaxed against me, his weight a comfort above me. I held him gently before he started a slow rocking against me, inside of me.
It was pure bliss as I wrapped my legs around his backside, drawing him up against me, deeper inside. We didn't speak, we only breathed and panted against each other as we shifted, drawing the pleasure out slowly again, building towards that wonderful crescendo once more. My fingers slipped over Matthew's back, sweat beading up as I could feel it prickling my own skin. It was hot and it was sensuous and I never wanted for it to end.
Matthew nipped at my chin, kissing over my face as my short nails scraped over the skin of his back, eliciting a hiss from him, followed by a groan as he thrust hard inside of me. I jerked, crying out as he hit that spot inside of me that left my insides turning to jelly.
Base instinct was taking control as Matthew sped up his thrusts. I clung to him, panting and gasping, moving against him in turn in order to get more friction against him, trying to gain my own release. I was so turned on it was nearing painful at this point, having been brought near the edge of release already, only to be backed off of it and then ramped up once more.
I was ready to tip over the edge when Matthew groaned and sharply slammed into me, screaming out. “Dominic! Fuck!”
It was all I needed to draw me over with him and I felt myself explode as Matthew came, slamming roughly into me. I shuddered, clamping down on Matthew as I breathed his name. I could see stars behind my eyelids as I squeezed them shut tightly, every muscle in my body tightening and my world exploded like the stars in my vision.
The both of us gasped for breath together, clinging close before Matthew rolled to the side a bit. I rolled with him as he did so and he stayed inside of me as we laid face to face on our sides atop his bed. I could feel a calmness to the scene as I looked to Matthew, my eyes lost inside of his as he was lost inside of me still.
He smiled at me, soft and sweet as he reached to clasp my hand in his, fingers lacing together as he brought my hand to his lips, kissing the back of my hand lightly. I didn't care that I was covered in sweat, that I was still trying to catch my breath, that the evidence of our actions was drying on the skin of my stomach, sticking the both of us together, right then it was like the world was made perfect. I couldn’t imagine anything better than this moment right here and now as Matthew pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. I was in heaven at that very moment.
“That was better than I'd imagined it to be.” Matthew breathed against the silence of the room, his voice soft and low. I nodded in response. I had to agree with him on that.
“I was. I've never had it feel as good as that before.. that was..” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to express what I'd felt without seeming silly. “It was perfection.” I finally settled on, blushing.
I shifted, trying to get more comfortable and Matthew slipped out of me. He made a face at the loss as did I but he busied himself for a moment, binning the condom after pulling it off. Neither of us felt the need to bother cleaning ourselves off though, rather we were content to lay together, holding each other.
“So I guess I did something right then?” Matthew asked and I could detect the curious tone in his voice. He wasn't just fishing for compliments right now, he was genuinely asking.
“Right? Bells.. you are going to have to beg for me to ever top again!” I exclaimed and I watched as pride filled his face while he smiled and blushed. 'When I said it was perfection, I really mean it. I've never felt like that before. I think it's just proves how amazing you are.” I wrapped an arm around Matthew's waist, pulling him in closer to me, our legs twisting together. He managed to hook the blanket that had fallen to the floor during our activities and pulled it over the both of us, keeping us warm. I kissed the tip of Matthew's nose in thanks. I liked curling up under the blankets after sex, keeping that wonderful warmth in for as long as possible.
“Well I guess I’m going to have to get used to begging because I won't give up having you top, not completely. Not that wasn't amazing to switch off, thank you for that by the way, but I love how you make me feel.” Matthew said softly. I moved my hand so that I could kiss his hand the way he'd done to mine.
“I think I would enjoy listening to you beg for me.” I teased and Matthew laughed.
“Oh you would! I think you are even kinkier than I am!”
“So you think of yourself as being kinky?” I asked and Matthew gave a nod, shifting his head on the pillow so he could see me better.
“I do. Don't you? I mean.. with all that we've done you can't say that I'm not kinky.” I contemplated the past few months and I had to agree that there was a a distinctly kinky streak to Matthew. But it wasn't shockingly kinky.
“I think you have a vague kinkiness to you, but it's not like you are a German porn star or anything. I think you just have a healthy amount of non-vanilla to you.” Matthew gave me a scandalized look at my comment.
“A healthy amount of non-vanilla? Does that imply that I'm partially vanilla?” Matthew rolled, pinning me beneath him as he tried to tickle me and I squirmed, laughing, trying to avoid probing fingers. “I find that an insult! I'm at the very least banana!” He exclaimed and I shrieked with laughter.
“Banana?! I might give you strawberry but what's with banana?” I laughed as I attempted to retaliate, tickling Matthew back. He cracked a huge smile, squirming but apparently I was going to have to redouble my efforts.
“I like bananas.” He said with a shrug, pursing his lips a little to give me a pout. I laughed at his response.
“Fine then. Banana. With a hint of chocolate.” I acquiesced finally and Matthew grinned.
“I'll take it as a compliment then.” He said as he flopped back to the bed next to me and I took his hand again, happy to have that simple connection with him. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand and it was that simple gesture that made everything worth it.
“So then Mister Howard, I should expect you in the office on Monday morning.” Matthew said and I was suddenly puzzled.
“Huh?”
“Your job silly. You've successfully achieved the biggest part of your Hollywood career, sleeping with the boss in order to get ahead.” Matthew grinned at me and I laughed a little at the joke though to be honest, I felt a bit of a knot forming in my stomach. I prayed that Matthew wouldn't notice anything amiss in my reaction to him though and my prayers for the time being were answered.
“In all seriousness though, on Monday I want to get a sample laid down for the producers. After that I'll be getting some real studio time and I'll let you know when that gets booked. Likely Thursday at the earliest.” Matthew continued as I curled against him, listening to him talk. He started rambling about the orchestra he wanted to use and the style he needed, wanting to base their sound around what we came up with first rather than have us try to work around with the orchestration. Half of what he was talking about went over my head but I liked listening to him anyways, the lilt of his voice drawing me into a sleepy haze.
I never really napped during the day but I was more than content to relax like this, curled up in a warm embrace and just relaxing. It had been said by some that happiness was a good book. While I quite enjoyed good books, I had to say that for me, happiness was a warm Matthew to curl up with while he chattered on about what he enjoyed.
Additional AN: Yes I know. But you can't expect it to be all sunshine and rainbows. Shit's gonna get heavy soon.