Matt Skiba

After the Show

(A/N I was told to upload this lmfao but I wrote this last month when I had a really heavy Matt Skiba kick. It's not my usual writing style but I hope yinz enjoy it! Smut warning...daddy kink...additionally, credit goes to Lauralee alltimelove92 for some help)

Blink-182's new album California had dropped a few weeks ago, and fans were absolutely eating it up. They were on tour for the summer and I was lucky enough to go with them, enjoying the company of my boyfriend Matt all summer long.

One night on tour, there was a problem with the tour bus so we all had to get separate hotel rooms for the night instead of being on the bus. That was fine with me. The bunk wasn't that comfortable anyways. At least with a hotel bed there was enough room so Matt and I weren't on top of each other for an entire night. I was lying in bed, waiting for Matt to get back from the show and after party, a half-empty bottle of wine on the bedside table. The lights were out and the TV was on but the sound wasn't on. Nothing good was on at this hour anyways, just shitty infomercials.

I was just about asleep when the sound of the keycard clicking in the door awakened me back to full consciousness. It was a loud door, but Matt tried to be quiet about it. Struggling to get his shoes off, he tripped and stumbled a bit, smacking his hand on the dresser against the far wall to catch himself.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled under his breath, then groaned out of frustration and kicked his shoe against the wall angrily.

"Are you okay Matt?" I asked, my voice groggy.

He jumped a bit and put his hand over his chest like he was startled. "Oh shit sorry. Did I wake you?"

"You woke me back up, yes," I replied, sitting up against the headboard.

"Oh babe I'm sorry..." he began but then became distracted by the TV, "are you really watching this shit?"

"I was drinking to it and laughing at the people who think this stuff works."

He grunted as an answer and went to the bathroom, emerging a few moments later without a shirt on and in long shorts. Matt fell into bed next to me, heaving out a long sigh. I threw the blankets over him before he rolled over on his side to face me.

"Good show tonight?" I asked.

"It was okay, I have a few songs I need to get right. Good after party though," Matt replied, flashing a smile at me.

I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him into me, burying my head into the crook of his neck. We stayed like that for a few moments until I felt his fingers under my chin as he pulled my face up to meet his for a kiss. Matt always got a little turned on when he drank, which was fine, but I just wasn't in the mood that night to do anything to him: I was tired. It'd been a long tour.

I broke the kiss after a little while and looked at him, "Matt, I love you but I'm just not feeling it tonight."

Matt's eyes scanned my face and a clueless look became painted on his face, "I wasn't going to ask you to."

I didn't say anything, just nodded and gave him another quick kiss on the lips.

"Besides," he began, kissing my jawline, "I think it's about time I help you out for once, my darling."

Matt swiftly moved his lips to my neck after brushing my hair out of the way. I fell back on the bed with him following me down. Matt threw the covers off of us and bit down on my neck in one motion and I winced in pain. By now I was turned on, mostly by the combination of Matt's hot breath on my skin and the alcohol that was coursing through my system. I wanted him. Badly. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.