On Me (Matt Sturniolo)

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*Smut Warning

"Madison...stop..." Matt panted

I leaned backwards, feeling the hard wall on my back as I took a second to gain my composure.

I bit my lip, realising what I done. Even though we kissed before, I'd never gone out of my way and kissed him first.

"Are you okay?" He asked

"Yeah" I whispered, nodding my head. "Don't you want me?"

I couldn't risk making an idiot out of myself, but with how he made me feel, I wasn't surprised I was falling over a lot.

I could feel him staring at me, and it felt good...even if I was nervous to hear his response.

"I do" he whispered. "You leave me breathless. I need to catch my breath"

I smiled, scratching the back of his neck. I pulled him closer and felt his warm breath against my lips.

We weren't kissing, we were just touching each other, a simple act.

"Not as breathless as you leave me" I whispered back, feeling him smile against my lips before he kissed me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning slighting at the feel of his hands cupping my hips.

My feet left the carpet and I wrapped my legs around his waist, linking my ankles at the curve of his back.

I wasn't sure where he was taking me, but I felt him move.

Matt pulled away from me, catching his breath again.

"I can't believe we're doing this" he said and I cupped his jaw.

I smiled, feeling the softness of his skin under my palm as I moved them slowly, stroking his neck, shoulder and finally stopping at his chest.

I paused and bit my lip

"Hey..." he mumbled, resting his forehead on mine.

I forced myself to look into his eyes. I was done for.

I knew the look he was giving me...I knew I was falling for him and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had been pulled under, no matter how much I tried to fight it.

"Everything okay?"

I nodded, rubbing his chest slowly. "Yeah"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I said, honestly. "I'm just thinking-"

"If you're having second thoughts, I can go-"

"No" I shook my head, cupping the back of his head. "I want you to stay"

"Then what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have cancer..."

His body relaxed against mine and I immediately felt him get sad.

"Madison-"

"Hear me out" I whispered tearfully. "If I didn't have it, then I wouldn't have met you and this wouldn't be happening right now"

"I know..." he mumbled.

"But it's happening...and in some fucked up way, it's an eye opener of having cancer. It made me realise I'm really not happy"

"And what would you say now?" He asked, his grip getting tighter and tighter.

"I would say..." I started. "That I'm really happy and that's because of you"