The One

🌸 Chapter 14

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A/N: Warning. More steam than is usual for my writing.

"Heavy make out session coming up, Mr. Stanford." I assure him as I straddle his lap.

I take Matty's face in my hands and give him some nice sweet kisses on the lips. I feel terrible that he thought I was gone for good. After having such a nice time together last night, I'm sure it was devastating to him. 

I played it off somewhat cool because I know Matty well enough to know that he needs me to lighten the mood or he can go to a dark place quickly. It's kind of like when a little kid falls down and they aren't sure if they are hurt yet. If you react strongly and say, 'Oh no! Are you okay?' they'll start to cry and think they are really hurt. But if you laugh a little and say, 'Wow, what a trick you did!' they realize they'll be okay and don't cry.

I've been doing that for Matty for years. I spent my whole childhood telling Matty everything was going to be fine. In third grade, his brother ripped his favorite Pokemon card. He was devastated. I told him I liked the regular ones better than the shiny ones anyway. He looked at me for long moments then sighed and wiped his tears and we went back to organizing the rest of his cards.

In fifth grade after losing two winter coats his mom made him wear one from the thrift store. He was embarrassed and was walking around with his head down. I told him he looked really good in green and he was the cutest boy in school. His eyes opened wide in surprise, then he gave the biggest smile. He chose green coats for the next couple years.

In ninth grade he got an F on his history test and said he'd never amount to anything. I remember laughing and asking, "When are we ever going to use what we've learned in history?! It is the most worthless class we take!" The sadness in his eyes turned to humor as he realized I was probably right. I gave him a hug, "I'll help you study for the next one." He nodded and tossed the test in the trash.

Junior year the football team lost badly to our rivals. Matty was in his head, rehashing every decision and move he made, really getting down on himself. I started listing everything I liked about him, then everything great he'd ever done. He blushed at first, then shook his head 'no'. Then finally started laughing, "Alright, alright! Stop, I get it, I'm pretty great!" Then I gave him a hug and insisted we go out for ice cream. 

He always has a moment where I see him process my reaction and then visibly relax, realizing it's all going to be okay. I frown as I realize no one has probably done that for him for years. Well, I'm here for him now.

His hands are under my shirt and he's started kissing on my neck. He may be thinking he will take the lead here but I have other things in mind. I tug at his shirt, "I thought we already had this off, Big Boy. May I?" 

He gives me an assessing stare and I know he recognizes that he said something similar to me last night. I smirk at him and tug again. He narrows his eyes at me trying to figure out what I'm up to, but he lifts his arms and lets me pull his shirt off.

Last night I couldn't see his bare chest very well in the dark, but today his arms and new chest muscles are on full display. I sit back and run my hands over him, he doesn't make a move. He just watches me enjoy his body. His new physique must be a result of all the construction work he's doing. "Look at all your muscles, Matty. You're like a Pokemon who went up an evolution."

Matty smiles then his eyes squint as he laughs, "I'm glad you like them."

I know there's a twinkle in my eyes, "What's not to like?" 

I run my fingertips over each little hill and valley, relearning his more developed body. I lean over and kiss across his chest giving his nipple a little swipe with my tongue.