100% Straight

Part 17 (Matthew)

"Hi." Jackson looked up at Matthew like a little kid. Except this like kid had stubble and a giant under his pants.

Matthew had Jackson's head in his lap on his bed and brushed his hands through his short hair with feather light touches.

"Hello." Matthew replied.

He was still reeling from a lot of shocks from when they had sex. For instance, Jackson prefers bottom, which surprised Matthew. Jackson didn't seem like the guy that wanted to get fucked, but he also didn't seem gay, so what does Matthew know?

Not to mention, Jackson's voice during sex. He was expecting a mafia crime lord deep man voice screaming commands like in all those stereotypical dark romance novels. Instead, it sounded like he was hooking up with a teenage girl with his feminine moans and pleas.

Matthew tried to comment on that afterwards, but Jackson refused to say a word. It's hilarious to him how easily Jackson gets embarrassed.

You can't blame Matthew's expectations; Jackson's built like a tank and has a deep, powerful voice. However, he definitely didn't act like anything Matthew imagined or remembered from his one night stand.

Also, Matthew didn't know any man that looked like Jackson that would enjoy being petted and snuggling up after sex.

Yet here they were, completely naked and, quite frankly, not clean, snuggling up under the sheets.

"Hi." Jackson said again.

Matthew chuckled, "You just said that."

Jackson sat up so that he was eye level with Matthew on the bed, "I know."

Matthew didn't know why he found such a tiny action so sexy, but he covered his mouth with his hand and looked away.

Glancing at him after catching his breath, Jackson grinned, put his head on Matthew's shoulder, and said, "Hi."

Shoving Jackson off his shoulder, Matthew sighed, "You're annoying."

Fully turning around, he gets a good look at Jackson's face, "Ew, are you smiling?"

Jackson frowned sourly.

Matthew tapped his nose and said, "Much better."

They stared at each other, unsure what do to now, until Jackson said, "Oh shit, I have to do something!"

Leaning down from the bed, Jackson picked up his discarded phone from the floor.

Usually, Matthew's not one to enjoy interruptions, but, as Jackson leaned down, Matthew got a good look at his butt, so he wasn't complaining.

As he climbed back up to the bed, Jackson held the phone like a bomb in his hands, refusing to turn it on.

"What's gotten into you?" Matthew asked, scooting next to Jackson, "What's on your mind."

"I'm a dick, that's what." Jackson pulled up his messages and slowly let Matthew have a look.

Laughing as he read, Matthew said, "You really are."

From what Matthew grasped, Jackson had told his friend, Jason, to fuck himself after he had learn that his grandma was sick.

Shit, he's a real piece of work.

"I know." Jackson put his palms against his eyes and groaned. He looked visibly pained to say that.

Handing the phone back to him, Matthew said, "You should apologize."

"I know." Jackson didn't move.

"Well, aren't you going to apologize?" Matthew crossed his arms.

Tentatively, Jackson picked up the phone and started to text Jason. Matthew took the phone from him instantly and chuckled.

"Woah, woah, woah. You insulted the guys grandma. You have to apologize over phone at least." Matthew instructed.

Jackson slumped against the back of the bed, "He hates me."

"Get over yourself drama queen." Matthew called Jason for him and shoved the phone into Jackson's hands.

"Fuck! You called him. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit- hey Jason. I would like to apologize."

Matthew grinned. Jackson was still a piece of work, but a fixable one.