RP Log with panthers7 | Fresh Start
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Matt was buried under the mound of covers in the bed, curled up in a ball on his side with his arm wrapped protectively around his stomach. He really was trying to sleep, but every time he got close, his stomach cramped up again and his brain seemed to want to kick into overdrive. He was trying not to think about Sam out there talking to Riggins. As far as Matt was concerned, no good could come of it. Sam had been too hung up on Riggins, and she wasn't going to want someone like Matt if Riggins was there for the taking. In fact, if he wasn't feeling so crap, Matt was sure he would have gotten into his crappy car by now and just left. Maybe even gone back to Dillon, who knew? No one expected everything to blow up for Jason and Mac's wedding, but it had, and they all seemed to have some pieces to pick up in the wake of it. Matt couldn't believe how stupid Riggins had been getting caught up in crime shit like that. If criminals were Sam's type, Matt was going to be well out of the picture. He couldn't even lie to someone without getting a heavy guilt complex plaguing him.
He didn't know whether it was just because it was so soon after his break up with Julie. He had felt ready to move on, but he definitely didn't feel ready to be hurt again. Being hurt sucked. He had only had two relationships with girls in his life, and both had kicked him in the gut on some level. He thought Sam might be different, but that was when Riggins wasn't in the picture. A shiver crept over his body, the old worn Panthers t-shirt and track pants he used as pyjamas not doing much, and he huddle further under the covers, closing his eyes. He pushed all the thoughts of out his mind and tried to sleep again. He was so tired, he felt like he could sleep for a week.
Sam still felt like a weight had been lifted after her awkward conversation with T. She couldn't deny that she was worried about him going to jail, but he really had been stupid, and in his own Riggins way, it was right for him to claim responsibility and face the consequences. She just wished it didn't have to be anything so damn illegal. Now she padded softly back up the hall to the room she shared with Matt, and touched her hand to the doorknob as she sucked in a breath.
One conversation down, one to go. The past was dealt with, now it was time to deal with the present, and maybe her future. She hadn't been lying to Mac when she'd said it scared her to think of what it meant to no longer be in love with Tim. Right now she wasn't sure what it felt like other than like she'd been set free from something. She didn't feel so much like she was hanging in limbo, or like she was wrong for wanting something with Saracen.
The only thing that had stopped her promising to Matt that she could make him happy, that she could give him everything he wanted was Tim. Tim and Sam were over, and there was no getting back. And truthfully, Sam was okay with that. They'd tried and she'd made a nice big fuck up of it. Tim didn't need someone that had so much history with him and Lyla. There was just no letting Garrity go, not without Sam also letting Tim go.
She nudged open the bedroom door quietly, and took a peek at the lump in the bed. It didn't move, and Sam bit down on her lip as she tried to stay quiet while she closed the door behind her and crept over to the bed. She was pretty light, so the bed didn't move all that much as she climbed into it, and lay right next to Matt. She snuggled up nice and close as she tugged down the covers enough to expose his mouth, and brushed her fingertips across his cheek before she leaned in to capture his mouth in a kiss. Despite them both suffering from food poisoning she couldn't not kiss him then. She wanted to show him without a doubt that she was in this all the way. The kiss was soft, and lingering, Sam keeping it slow.
Matt really didn't know what to think at first. He didn't know if this was some sort of goodbye kiss or if she was trying to convince herself of something. His mind wasn't easily following much of anything. It seemed to want to isolate it's prominent thoughts to whether he was going to throw up or not, and whether he was a loser with girls or not. Had she just had some sort of confrontation with Riggins and was now trying to prove herself she didn't need him? He kissed her back, or at least started to. But he couldn't maintain the stamina in that she seemed to have. He broke it, and pulled back a little so he could see her face, a tiny frown of confusion settling on his features.
Sam wet her lips after the kiss, tasting Matt there as she kept her hand on the side of his face, and rubbed her thumb back and forth gently. She stayed quiet for a moment before she leaned in again, but this time she kissed his cheek. "I wanna give ya the world, Matt. I can give ya the world. I'm sorry if I took my sweet time figurin' it out. I did actually think I had it sorted, but I just... I need t'be sure. Had to talk to T. Me and him are done. Long done. Ya don't have to worry about him, okay? Or me pinin' after him, or anythin' like that. I'm yours if you'll still take me. If ya wanna let me have ya, too."
Matt drew in a small breath, wetting his own lips that had become dry over the previous days. He let it out slowly, his eyes locked on her face. "Are ya' sure?" he had to ask, even if just as a safety blanket for himself. He was always second-guessing and doubting himself, it was just automatic reaction now. He still wasn't sure why she would decide he was someone worth laying stuff on the line for, but if he was honest to himself, he wanted to know what it was like to really enjoy this whole relationship thing from the start. It had never been easy with Julie. He always felt like he wasn't good enough for her, and she did a damn fine job indicating the same thing to him, even up to the end. She didn't want to settle, and Matt was swept up into the dust pile of what she didn't want in her life. "Because I... I think I'm too tired t'just be someone's second choice. I don't wanna try and fit if ya' think ya' 'sposed t'be somewhere else. That's all. 'Cause I really like ya', Sam."
Sam smiled at him softly and traced her fingers along his jaw before she touched them to his bottom lip, and up to his nose, taking her time to just explore his face through touch. "Yeah, m'sure," she murmured. "I wanna have someone be my first choice, and me be theirs. I ain't wantin' ya to be my second choice. Ya my first, I promise. I really wanna give ya everythin', M. I really like ya too. Have done since Christmas. I was just... I know it's stupid, but not bein' with T, or thinkin' about bein' with T, or whatever... it was a big thing I had t'let go. He's what I thought about for nearly my whole teenagehood. Ain't known anythin' but him. Ain't let myself know anythin' but him, not properly. When ya came here... I don't know what it was. It was like I could finally see daylight. Does that make any kinda sense?"
Matt's nose scrunched up just a little. "Uh... not really, but then, I ain't ever had a crush on Riggins. I hear it's like a disease," he joked, with a hint of a smile. "Kinda like if ya' have a crush on Street. Ain't much shakin' it. Us other dudes just had t'settle for hangin' back in their spotlight. Not that I had a problem with that. Ain't like I'm exactly brimmin' with playboy tendencies."
Sam laughed softly. "Good thing I didn't hit by both then, huh? Coulda really been doomed." She pulled away for a moment as she stripped off the sweater she'd been wearing so she was just in a tank top and sweatpants as she wrestled the covers back to get in the bed properly with Saracen. She got the covers back up over them, and rubbed her hand against his stomach as she kissed his throat. "Ya know, ya really ain't as non-brimmin' as ya think. Ya got more the ninja style playboy tendencies. Ya sneak up on us girls and then we can't get enough. I know I'm still waitin' for us t'get over this damn stomach thing so I can take advantage of ya. Once really, really wasn't enough."
Matt pulled his lips to the side. "I hear ya' did hit both, though..." he couldn't help but add, even if he was smirking at her. He snorted with a tired laugh and shook his head. "I ain't like that. Julie was the only one other than Grandma's nurse who even wanted a bar of me. I still ain't completely sure that Julie wasn't just with me 'cause I got made QB, either. She was all not interested in footballers, but she changed her tune real quick. I dunno. Guess I'm just thinkin' over how it all really went down with me and her lately. It wasn't as cool as I thought it was when I was caught up in it. I ain't ever had a girl who can't get enough of me before. They always had enough." He made a small, pained noise and rested his hand on her. "I still ain't completely outta the woods yet."
Sam kissed his forehead, and trailed her mouth down the side of his jaw as she continued to cover him in kisses. If anyone asked, she was just trying to kiss him better. She was not planning on taking advantage of a sick former QB. At least not much. "Mm, yeah, I did, but I don't think I'm cut out for 'em. J's Mac's all the way, and T's just... T. Ain't meant t'belong to anyone just yet. He's gotta figure out what he's doin' with himself first. I still say it's all the girls' losses to not notice ya. Ya cute, ya got a great body, I mean just look at it... Ya sweet, ya kind, ya affectionate, ya just... yummy. I'm sorry things ain't as good as ya thought they had been with Julie. I ain't had enough of ya yet, Seven. Trust me. I can wait 'til ya outta the woods, though."
"M'gonna really try not to get a paranoid complex 'bout havin' sex in a house with so many people and sort of thinnish walls," Matt resolved, even if he was a little nervous about the prospect. No one had been home when he and Sam finally managed to get it on. He had nothing to be paranoid about. Now he was pretty sure there was maybe a little bit to be paranoid about. He was brushing his hand softly up and down her side. He definitely wasn't opposed to the attention she was giving him. It was nice, after everything. A nice distraction from the upset stomach, and past few days of feeling like he had been dragged from Dillon to Austin by a double-decker bus.
"Me too, but only 'cause I kinda feel like I don't wanna be heard 'less I can give the other girls a run for their money." She smiled at him, and shifted just a little so she could slip her hand up under his jersey and brush her fingers over his back as she kissed under his chin, and over his throat while nuzzling him. He really did smell good, even when neither of them had quite managed a shower in the past couple days. And he was warm, and just so... Matt. She was still feeling a little sluggish, but Sam was just glad her stomach had stopped doing flip-flops.
"A run for their money?" Matt asked uncertainly. "I... I ain't sure m'all that good. Ya' want them to hear ya'?" he added, raising his eyebrows as he tried to contemplate it. He had never really been caught at it before, most of his experiences pretty much planned and careful, or well away from anyone coming home out of the blue. He was pretty sure if he thought someone could hear, he would get performance anxiety, which wasn't good for parts of his anatomy.
Sam looked at him, and gave a small shake of her head as she just stilled and stayed close to him. She actually had yet to completely explore the joys of sex in public places - even if it was just a share house - and wondered if Matt really would be too scared to. "No, no. God, no. To the hearin' me part. I think ya are that good, I just don't wanna be gettin' listened to. Tyra and Mac just kinda... They don't mind bein' heard. Tyra definitely. I just figure maybe if ya caught up in it though, bein' heard ain't high up on the list of things ya worried about."
"I ain't heard Mac, but I heard Tyra and Silas in the bathroom. Jason was jokin' 'bout the whole bein' able t'perform on his weddin' night. Ironically, there wasn't any of us performin' nothin' but throwin' up on his weddin' night." Matt was trying to decide how he felt about it. Really, the house had become extremely crowded, and he knew he was part of all that. "Wouldn't it be awkward after when ya' gotta share the kitchen and livin' room again with with them, though?"
"Ain't like none of us know what sex is. We don't have t'pretend we were playin' Scrabble, or somethin'. I don't think it's awkward. I don't know. If it really does bother ya we'll figure somethin' out. I don't wanna make ya uncomfortable, Matt." She started to trail kisses over him again, her hand rubbing against his back. "I want ya very, very comfy. Tyra and Silas always seem to wind up in the bathroom. Hope J can perform on his weddin' night whenever that does happen."
Matt went to say something and then closed his mouth again, a frown of thought furrowing his brow. He wasn't sure if he should come out with the confession or not. All the talk about loud sex and hearing people was making him feel a little like he was missing out on something. Until now, he hadn't even thought about it. "I ain't ever been loud," he finally admitted to her, pulling his lips to the side with a small shrug.
Sam shrugged as well, and let her head rest back on the pillow as she looked back at him. "That's okay. Ain't about who's loudest. Just 'cause ya loud doesn't mean ya ain't enjoyin' it. So long as it doesn't mean I ain't doin' anythin' wrong either, I'm okay with it."
Matt's stomach made a gurgling noise and he exhaled slowly, shifting further onto his side to try and find a more comfortable position. "What makes someone loud, though?" Now that he was thinking about it, he was seriously wondering if maybe he was holding back or something. With Julie, they just had to try and get it in before her parents were home, or before Matt's grandma woke up. Maybe he had just been subconsciously aware that he had to stay quiet, so it had just become his norm?
Sam heard the noise and started to rub his back again, her fingers moving across the toned skin in gentle strokes. "Confidence, I guess... Maybe gettin' so lost in it, they just don't care who's listenin'? I don't know. I don't even know if I'm loud. I'm loud if it feels good, I think. I'm loud if I just can't get enough, and I want more, and I feel like I'm gonna explode..." Sam sucked on her lip in thought, her fingers moving down to Matt's lower back. "And then ya get the people that are loud 'cause they fake it."
"Fake it?" To Matt, that just sounded like a lot of work. "D'ya' think anyone here fakes it?" he asked, even if he was doubtful. The couples under that roof were really into each other, there probably didn't need to be much faking. Unless it was Street, but then, he didn't think Mac would appreciate the sentiment. "I dunno... I just... sex has always just been sorta average for me. Ain't like I didn't enjoy it or nothin', 'cause I did. Just hasn't ever been... like ya' just said."
Sam shook her head as she laughed a little. "No, I don't think anyone here fakes it." She bit her lip as she studied Matt's face, and her hand moved past the waistband of his sweatpants to rub over his butt cheek. She kissed his mouth softly, and smiled. "Then that's definitely one of the ways I'm gonna give ya the world. I ain't lookin' to just be havin' average sex all the time. I wanna get ya so crazy ya feel like ya gonna break apart if ya don't have me."
Matt's nose scrunched up a little as he continued to think on it. "Will ya' get bored I can't do it like all that? What if some guys just can't?" He couldn't deny, though, that this felt nice. To have someone here when he was feeling sick, and actually care whether he was okay or not. Julie probably would have, until she had something more important pressing on her time. He still couldn't believe he had resorted to delivering pizzas after school just to try and stick around for her. Maybe he did just need some sort of confidence or ego boost after taking so many kicks in the teeth.
"No, I won't get bored. I'll just know that this... whatever it is, 'cause it ain't average - is just ya way. Ya subtle, and quiet, and there ain't anythin' wrong with that. Just don't mind me if I'm like the other way sometimes. I'm already startin' to wanna eat you up. In a non-gross way." Sam's hand was slowly migrating towards the front of his pants, and she was keeping her expression as innocent as possible before she reached it its destination and her fingers brushed up against Matt's length.
A small breath caught up in Matt's throat when she touched him, and stilled at first. He wasn't exactly hard, but the talk of sex had stirred something. He didn't think he could have sex without his stomach wanting to rebel again, but the touching was nice. He was starting to realise just how much he had been settling with Julie. He had been fine waiting when she wasn't ready for sex, but once they got that out of the way, she was hardly very forthcoming in general. He mostly had to instigate it. "I... um..." he began and cleared his throat. It wasn't like he could order his dick not to get hard when a hot girl was touching it, was it? "That... uh... feels nice."
"Yeah?" Sam asked as her expression changed, and she was watching him with a little concern just in case she really was about to make him throw up again. She wasn't trying to make him feel any worse, she wanted to make him feel better. "Just tell me if ya need me t'stop though, okay?" She continued with the gentle touches, not really looking to get him rock hard straight away. She wanted to get to know his body a little better. It wasn't like they'd had much time for exploration. Their first time hadn't exactly been hurried, but there had been a slight sense of urgency. Mostly because they just seemed to suddenly need each other. Sam sucked softly at the skin on the side of his neck as she moaned softly, an arousal she had been trying to fight kicking up a notch at feeling the weight of him in her hand.
Matt exhaled slowly and leaned a little closer into it. If he had been asked, he would have said it was impossible to get hard, but clearly that was an error. The way she was touching him was really turning him on. They didn't have to have sex, but he felt like at least something would be nice. He covered her hand with his, giving it a small squeeze and then pushing it lower so her fingers brushed over his balls. A small moan of his own escaped and he rocked his hips forward, turning his head a little to invite her lips to keep doing exactly what they were doing. His hand found her arse, and he rubbed his hand over it, slightly hesitantly at first before he squeezed it softly, feeling the curve of it beneath her pants which seemed to just spur his erection on even more.
Sam moaned as she continued to stake her claim on Matt. Her leg slid over his as she pulled herself even closer and followed his lead. His balls now rest in the palm of her hand and she started to massage them as her teeth nipped at the spot on his skin, working on getting a bruise there. There definitely didn't have to be any sex, but Sam was going to make damn sure Matt knew what it felt like to be the centre of someone's attention. She slid her mouth over his skin after soothing the bruise with her tongue and brought her lips up against his ear as she moaned softly again. "Ya mine now, Seven."
Matt was buried under the mound of covers in the bed, curled up in a ball on his side with his arm wrapped protectively around his stomach. He really was trying to sleep, but every time he got close, his stomach cramped up again and his brain seemed to want to kick into overdrive. He was trying not to think about Sam out there talking to Riggins. As far as Matt was concerned, no good could come of it. Sam had been too hung up on Riggins, and she wasn't going to want someone like Matt if Riggins was there for the taking. In fact, if he wasn't feeling so crap, Matt was sure he would have gotten into his crappy car by now and just left. Maybe even gone back to Dillon, who knew? No one expected everything to blow up for Jason and Mac's wedding, but it had, and they all seemed to have some pieces to pick up in the wake of it. Matt couldn't believe how stupid Riggins had been getting caught up in crime shit like that. If criminals were Sam's type, Matt was going to be well out of the picture. He couldn't even lie to someone without getting a heavy guilt complex plaguing him.
He didn't know whether it was just because it was so soon after his break up with Julie. He had felt ready to move on, but he definitely didn't feel ready to be hurt again. Being hurt sucked. He had only had two relationships with girls in his life, and both had kicked him in the gut on some level. He thought Sam might be different, but that was when Riggins wasn't in the picture. A shiver crept over his body, the old worn Panthers t-shirt and track pants he used as pyjamas not doing much, and he huddle further under the covers, closing his eyes. He pushed all the thoughts of out his mind and tried to sleep again. He was so tired, he felt like he could sleep for a week.
Sam still felt like a weight had been lifted after her awkward conversation with T. She couldn't deny that she was worried about him going to jail, but he really had been stupid, and in his own Riggins way, it was right for him to claim responsibility and face the consequences. She just wished it didn't have to be anything so damn illegal. Now she padded softly back up the hall to the room she shared with Matt, and touched her hand to the doorknob as she sucked in a breath.
One conversation down, one to go. The past was dealt with, now it was time to deal with the present, and maybe her future. She hadn't been lying to Mac when she'd said it scared her to think of what it meant to no longer be in love with Tim. Right now she wasn't sure what it felt like other than like she'd been set free from something. She didn't feel so much like she was hanging in limbo, or like she was wrong for wanting something with Saracen.
The only thing that had stopped her promising to Matt that she could make him happy, that she could give him everything he wanted was Tim. Tim and Sam were over, and there was no getting back. And truthfully, Sam was okay with that. They'd tried and she'd made a nice big fuck up of it. Tim didn't need someone that had so much history with him and Lyla. There was just no letting Garrity go, not without Sam also letting Tim go.
She nudged open the bedroom door quietly, and took a peek at the lump in the bed. It didn't move, and Sam bit down on her lip as she tried to stay quiet while she closed the door behind her and crept over to the bed. She was pretty light, so the bed didn't move all that much as she climbed into it, and lay right next to Matt. She snuggled up nice and close as she tugged down the covers enough to expose his mouth, and brushed her fingertips across his cheek before she leaned in to capture his mouth in a kiss. Despite them both suffering from food poisoning she couldn't not kiss him then. She wanted to show him without a doubt that she was in this all the way. The kiss was soft, and lingering, Sam keeping it slow.
Matt really didn't know what to think at first. He didn't know if this was some sort of goodbye kiss or if she was trying to convince herself of something. His mind wasn't easily following much of anything. It seemed to want to isolate it's prominent thoughts to whether he was going to throw up or not, and whether he was a loser with girls or not. Had she just had some sort of confrontation with Riggins and was now trying to prove herself she didn't need him? He kissed her back, or at least started to. But he couldn't maintain the stamina in that she seemed to have. He broke it, and pulled back a little so he could see her face, a tiny frown of confusion settling on his features.
Sam wet her lips after the kiss, tasting Matt there as she kept her hand on the side of his face, and rubbed her thumb back and forth gently. She stayed quiet for a moment before she leaned in again, but this time she kissed his cheek. "I wanna give ya the world, Matt. I can give ya the world. I'm sorry if I took my sweet time figurin' it out. I did actually think I had it sorted, but I just... I need t'be sure. Had to talk to T. Me and him are done. Long done. Ya don't have to worry about him, okay? Or me pinin' after him, or anythin' like that. I'm yours if you'll still take me. If ya wanna let me have ya, too."
Matt drew in a small breath, wetting his own lips that had become dry over the previous days. He let it out slowly, his eyes locked on her face. "Are ya' sure?" he had to ask, even if just as a safety blanket for himself. He was always second-guessing and doubting himself, it was just automatic reaction now. He still wasn't sure why she would decide he was someone worth laying stuff on the line for, but if he was honest to himself, he wanted to know what it was like to really enjoy this whole relationship thing from the start. It had never been easy with Julie. He always felt like he wasn't good enough for her, and she did a damn fine job indicating the same thing to him, even up to the end. She didn't want to settle, and Matt was swept up into the dust pile of what she didn't want in her life. "Because I... I think I'm too tired t'just be someone's second choice. I don't wanna try and fit if ya' think ya' 'sposed t'be somewhere else. That's all. 'Cause I really like ya', Sam."
Sam smiled at him softly and traced her fingers along his jaw before she touched them to his bottom lip, and up to his nose, taking her time to just explore his face through touch. "Yeah, m'sure," she murmured. "I wanna have someone be my first choice, and me be theirs. I ain't wantin' ya to be my second choice. Ya my first, I promise. I really wanna give ya everythin', M. I really like ya too. Have done since Christmas. I was just... I know it's stupid, but not bein' with T, or thinkin' about bein' with T, or whatever... it was a big thing I had t'let go. He's what I thought about for nearly my whole teenagehood. Ain't known anythin' but him. Ain't let myself know anythin' but him, not properly. When ya came here... I don't know what it was. It was like I could finally see daylight. Does that make any kinda sense?"
Matt's nose scrunched up just a little. "Uh... not really, but then, I ain't ever had a crush on Riggins. I hear it's like a disease," he joked, with a hint of a smile. "Kinda like if ya' have a crush on Street. Ain't much shakin' it. Us other dudes just had t'settle for hangin' back in their spotlight. Not that I had a problem with that. Ain't like I'm exactly brimmin' with playboy tendencies."
Sam laughed softly. "Good thing I didn't hit by both then, huh? Coulda really been doomed." She pulled away for a moment as she stripped off the sweater she'd been wearing so she was just in a tank top and sweatpants as she wrestled the covers back to get in the bed properly with Saracen. She got the covers back up over them, and rubbed her hand against his stomach as she kissed his throat. "Ya know, ya really ain't as non-brimmin' as ya think. Ya got more the ninja style playboy tendencies. Ya sneak up on us girls and then we can't get enough. I know I'm still waitin' for us t'get over this damn stomach thing so I can take advantage of ya. Once really, really wasn't enough."
Matt pulled his lips to the side. "I hear ya' did hit both, though..." he couldn't help but add, even if he was smirking at her. He snorted with a tired laugh and shook his head. "I ain't like that. Julie was the only one other than Grandma's nurse who even wanted a bar of me. I still ain't completely sure that Julie wasn't just with me 'cause I got made QB, either. She was all not interested in footballers, but she changed her tune real quick. I dunno. Guess I'm just thinkin' over how it all really went down with me and her lately. It wasn't as cool as I thought it was when I was caught up in it. I ain't ever had a girl who can't get enough of me before. They always had enough." He made a small, pained noise and rested his hand on her. "I still ain't completely outta the woods yet."
Sam kissed his forehead, and trailed her mouth down the side of his jaw as she continued to cover him in kisses. If anyone asked, she was just trying to kiss him better. She was not planning on taking advantage of a sick former QB. At least not much. "Mm, yeah, I did, but I don't think I'm cut out for 'em. J's Mac's all the way, and T's just... T. Ain't meant t'belong to anyone just yet. He's gotta figure out what he's doin' with himself first. I still say it's all the girls' losses to not notice ya. Ya cute, ya got a great body, I mean just look at it... Ya sweet, ya kind, ya affectionate, ya just... yummy. I'm sorry things ain't as good as ya thought they had been with Julie. I ain't had enough of ya yet, Seven. Trust me. I can wait 'til ya outta the woods, though."
"M'gonna really try not to get a paranoid complex 'bout havin' sex in a house with so many people and sort of thinnish walls," Matt resolved, even if he was a little nervous about the prospect. No one had been home when he and Sam finally managed to get it on. He had nothing to be paranoid about. Now he was pretty sure there was maybe a little bit to be paranoid about. He was brushing his hand softly up and down her side. He definitely wasn't opposed to the attention she was giving him. It was nice, after everything. A nice distraction from the upset stomach, and past few days of feeling like he had been dragged from Dillon to Austin by a double-decker bus.
"Me too, but only 'cause I kinda feel like I don't wanna be heard 'less I can give the other girls a run for their money." She smiled at him, and shifted just a little so she could slip her hand up under his jersey and brush her fingers over his back as she kissed under his chin, and over his throat while nuzzling him. He really did smell good, even when neither of them had quite managed a shower in the past couple days. And he was warm, and just so... Matt. She was still feeling a little sluggish, but Sam was just glad her stomach had stopped doing flip-flops.
"A run for their money?" Matt asked uncertainly. "I... I ain't sure m'all that good. Ya' want them to hear ya'?" he added, raising his eyebrows as he tried to contemplate it. He had never really been caught at it before, most of his experiences pretty much planned and careful, or well away from anyone coming home out of the blue. He was pretty sure if he thought someone could hear, he would get performance anxiety, which wasn't good for parts of his anatomy.
Sam looked at him, and gave a small shake of her head as she just stilled and stayed close to him. She actually had yet to completely explore the joys of sex in public places - even if it was just a share house - and wondered if Matt really would be too scared to. "No, no. God, no. To the hearin' me part. I think ya are that good, I just don't wanna be gettin' listened to. Tyra and Mac just kinda... They don't mind bein' heard. Tyra definitely. I just figure maybe if ya caught up in it though, bein' heard ain't high up on the list of things ya worried about."
"I ain't heard Mac, but I heard Tyra and Silas in the bathroom. Jason was jokin' 'bout the whole bein' able t'perform on his weddin' night. Ironically, there wasn't any of us performin' nothin' but throwin' up on his weddin' night." Matt was trying to decide how he felt about it. Really, the house had become extremely crowded, and he knew he was part of all that. "Wouldn't it be awkward after when ya' gotta share the kitchen and livin' room again with with them, though?"
"Ain't like none of us know what sex is. We don't have t'pretend we were playin' Scrabble, or somethin'. I don't think it's awkward. I don't know. If it really does bother ya we'll figure somethin' out. I don't wanna make ya uncomfortable, Matt." She started to trail kisses over him again, her hand rubbing against his back. "I want ya very, very comfy. Tyra and Silas always seem to wind up in the bathroom. Hope J can perform on his weddin' night whenever that does happen."
Matt went to say something and then closed his mouth again, a frown of thought furrowing his brow. He wasn't sure if he should come out with the confession or not. All the talk about loud sex and hearing people was making him feel a little like he was missing out on something. Until now, he hadn't even thought about it. "I ain't ever been loud," he finally admitted to her, pulling his lips to the side with a small shrug.
Sam shrugged as well, and let her head rest back on the pillow as she looked back at him. "That's okay. Ain't about who's loudest. Just 'cause ya loud doesn't mean ya ain't enjoyin' it. So long as it doesn't mean I ain't doin' anythin' wrong either, I'm okay with it."
Matt's stomach made a gurgling noise and he exhaled slowly, shifting further onto his side to try and find a more comfortable position. "What makes someone loud, though?" Now that he was thinking about it, he was seriously wondering if maybe he was holding back or something. With Julie, they just had to try and get it in before her parents were home, or before Matt's grandma woke up. Maybe he had just been subconsciously aware that he had to stay quiet, so it had just become his norm?
Sam heard the noise and started to rub his back again, her fingers moving across the toned skin in gentle strokes. "Confidence, I guess... Maybe gettin' so lost in it, they just don't care who's listenin'? I don't know. I don't even know if I'm loud. I'm loud if it feels good, I think. I'm loud if I just can't get enough, and I want more, and I feel like I'm gonna explode..." Sam sucked on her lip in thought, her fingers moving down to Matt's lower back. "And then ya get the people that are loud 'cause they fake it."
"Fake it?" To Matt, that just sounded like a lot of work. "D'ya' think anyone here fakes it?" he asked, even if he was doubtful. The couples under that roof were really into each other, there probably didn't need to be much faking. Unless it was Street, but then, he didn't think Mac would appreciate the sentiment. "I dunno... I just... sex has always just been sorta average for me. Ain't like I didn't enjoy it or nothin', 'cause I did. Just hasn't ever been... like ya' just said."
Sam shook her head as she laughed a little. "No, I don't think anyone here fakes it." She bit her lip as she studied Matt's face, and her hand moved past the waistband of his sweatpants to rub over his butt cheek. She kissed his mouth softly, and smiled. "Then that's definitely one of the ways I'm gonna give ya the world. I ain't lookin' to just be havin' average sex all the time. I wanna get ya so crazy ya feel like ya gonna break apart if ya don't have me."
Matt's nose scrunched up a little as he continued to think on it. "Will ya' get bored I can't do it like all that? What if some guys just can't?" He couldn't deny, though, that this felt nice. To have someone here when he was feeling sick, and actually care whether he was okay or not. Julie probably would have, until she had something more important pressing on her time. He still couldn't believe he had resorted to delivering pizzas after school just to try and stick around for her. Maybe he did just need some sort of confidence or ego boost after taking so many kicks in the teeth.
"No, I won't get bored. I'll just know that this... whatever it is, 'cause it ain't average - is just ya way. Ya subtle, and quiet, and there ain't anythin' wrong with that. Just don't mind me if I'm like the other way sometimes. I'm already startin' to wanna eat you up. In a non-gross way." Sam's hand was slowly migrating towards the front of his pants, and she was keeping her expression as innocent as possible before she reached it its destination and her fingers brushed up against Matt's length.
A small breath caught up in Matt's throat when she touched him, and stilled at first. He wasn't exactly hard, but the talk of sex had stirred something. He didn't think he could have sex without his stomach wanting to rebel again, but the touching was nice. He was starting to realise just how much he had been settling with Julie. He had been fine waiting when she wasn't ready for sex, but once they got that out of the way, she was hardly very forthcoming in general. He mostly had to instigate it. "I... um..." he began and cleared his throat. It wasn't like he could order his dick not to get hard when a hot girl was touching it, was it? "That... uh... feels nice."
"Yeah?" Sam asked as her expression changed, and she was watching him with a little concern just in case she really was about to make him throw up again. She wasn't trying to make him feel any worse, she wanted to make him feel better. "Just tell me if ya need me t'stop though, okay?" She continued with the gentle touches, not really looking to get him rock hard straight away. She wanted to get to know his body a little better. It wasn't like they'd had much time for exploration. Their first time hadn't exactly been hurried, but there had been a slight sense of urgency. Mostly because they just seemed to suddenly need each other. Sam sucked softly at the skin on the side of his neck as she moaned softly, an arousal she had been trying to fight kicking up a notch at feeling the weight of him in her hand.
Matt exhaled slowly and leaned a little closer into it. If he had been asked, he would have said it was impossible to get hard, but clearly that was an error. The way she was touching him was really turning him on. They didn't have to have sex, but he felt like at least something would be nice. He covered her hand with his, giving it a small squeeze and then pushing it lower so her fingers brushed over his balls. A small moan of his own escaped and he rocked his hips forward, turning his head a little to invite her lips to keep doing exactly what they were doing. His hand found her arse, and he rubbed his hand over it, slightly hesitantly at first before he squeezed it softly, feeling the curve of it beneath her pants which seemed to just spur his erection on even more.
Sam moaned as she continued to stake her claim on Matt. Her leg slid over his as she pulled herself even closer and followed his lead. His balls now rest in the palm of her hand and she started to massage them as her teeth nipped at the spot on his skin, working on getting a bruise there. There definitely didn't have to be any sex, but Sam was going to make damn sure Matt knew what it felt like to be the centre of someone's attention. She slid her mouth over his skin after soothing the bruise with her tongue and brought her lips up against his ear as she moaned softly again. "Ya mine now, Seven."