Matt Skiba

Part 2: Awards Show

(A/N: more Matt Skiba smut! Thank you to Lauralee alltimelove92 for the help writing this while we were very drunk and very.....turned on by Matt Skiba. The picture attached to this smut is what he looks like in the scene. Enjoy!)

"Matt, that suit is going to kill me," I said to him as he fixed his bowtie while looking at himself in the mirror.

Blink-182 was attending the fourth annual Alternative Press Music Awards held in Cleveland, Ohio. They hadn't attended before, but this time they were nominated for a few awards due to the release of California the previous year. It had enjoyed quite the success, and Matt had been busy most of the fall and some of the Spring touring until he couldn't anymore. As a result, I hadn't been able to see him, but he made sure to invite me to spend a couple days with him in Cleveland of all places.

I walked up behind him, becoming visible in the mirror. His eyes shifted over to me and a small smile crept across his lips. He adjusted the black with white skulls dotted bowtie to make sure it was straight, then pulled at the bottom of the suit jacket. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and ran them the length of his arms.

"You look fine. It's a pop-punk awards show. I don't even know why you're wearing a suit in the first place. You're showing your age, Matt."

"Should I just not wear this? Also fuck you."

"No, I think you look very handsome. Plus, when you get back to the room later we can work on taking that suit off."

The smirk grew larger on his face as he adjusted the jacket once again as a result of nervousness. He stared at me through the mirror, "God, you're terrible. Maybe I should wear this more often then."

"I'll let you be the judge of that after the show is over," I replied, then kissed the tip of his arrow tattoo on the side of his neck before returning to my previous spot on the bed in the middle of the hotel suite he had rented for us.

"You're coming, right? We're allowed to take our guests," Matt asked as he sat on the edge of the bed to put his Vans on. They didn't really match the fancy getup but it was the nicest pair of shoes he probably owned. I told him no one would notice, and even if they did it was an awards show catered to people who wear Vans.

"Do you want me there? Won't I distract you?"

"If you get too out of hand, I have no problem putting you back in your place, baby," he smirked to himself and then chuckled devilishly.

"Wanna pick out what I wear?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that fair game?" He smirked, looking me up and down.

"As long as both nipples are covered and there's underpants, yes." I smirked back at him.

"Jesus. When we get back tonight, I am going to fucking defile you if you keep this up." He scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip.

"Then I am definitely going to keep it up." I winked at him as I walked over to my suitcase to let Matt survey his options.

Ten minutes later I ended up in the only skirt I had brought and an extremely tight Alkaline Trio tank top.

"Matt, I brought this outfit for the bedroom." I whined looking down at the short black leather skirt and the shirt with Matt's face stretched across my breasts.

"Exactly. I want you to tease me." His long fingers running up and down my side.

"Oh yeah?" I countered, before getting up on my tiptoes and whispering in his ear.