On Me (Matt Sturniolo)

25*

*smut warning

I rolled on my side, my arm hanging off the mattress my body had literally crawled into a few hours earlier.

It was so soft and plump, comfy and warm and perfect to snuggle in for the rest of the day.

I didn't want to leave or wake up, for that matter.

Rubbing my eyes, I was still half asleep. I turned on my right side and paused.

Matt was asleep, his breathing light and shallow.

He was on his left side, his arm tucked under his pillow to give himself extra leverage and his legs were tangled around the duvet.

I looked over my shoulder, wanting to check he really was asleep, so I could prepare myself for facing each other in the morning.

I pushed myself up and quietly got out of the bed, going into the bathroom.

After peeing and washing my hands, I checked my reflection in the mirror and turned the tap on to refresh myself.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I never felt the need to before, but with Matt, this was new and exciting.

I didn't want him to see me looking bad, even though he'd probably shower me with compliments.

Then I realised I  didn't bring anything over with me, like a toothbrush, so I checked his cabinets, hoping to find a spare one.

Luckily, there was one. I took the brush out of the box and brushed like a maniac, wanting to hurry so he didn't suspect anything.

Turning the tap off, I took one last look in the mirror before accepting I looked okay.

Going back into the bedroom, I closed the door quietly and made my way towards the bed, my body cold from being out in the open for longer than it should have.

Getting back into bed, I pulled the blanket over myself to warm me up and nestled deep beside Matt, who was still asleep, but now on his back.

I couldn't remember, but I wasn't sure if he was still wearing his boxers or if he took them off last night.

A part of me felt guilty about last night, but only because he wouldn't let me do anything.

Honestly, don't get me wrong, it was different to be told just lay back and let someone else do the work...but I still felt like I should've given him something back.

I had an idea, an ever so exciting idea that had me trembling within seconds of thinking about it.

I gently took my hand and began to linger my fingers over the curve of his right arm.

I remembered how I mentally told myself to sit here one day and admire his stories and I figured I could do it now..but then I remembered last night and I knew I wanted to do more.

Moving closer to him, I pecked my lips over the top of his arm, his shoulder blades and his chest before burying myself under the blanket.

I tried not to warn him, so he wouldn't kick me in the face, but I found it hard not to touch him.

Time wasn't on my side because he was stirring in his sleep. 

I bent my legs so I was on my knees, sliding further between his own legs, my eye was locked on Matt to see when he'd be awake and know what I was doing to him.

I nervously tucked my fingers under the elastic of his boxers dragged it down, my lips pressed against his abdomen as I did so

I froze as he moved slightly, my eyes locking on him in a panic.