Only You (Matty Healy/George Daniel)

10: I Feel You

Matty finds himself pouting on George's couch that afternoon, silently fuming as George putters away in the kitchen, making something that Matty is too stubborn to get up and find out what it is, even though it smells delicious and he sort of wants to sneak in and steal some, but his pride refuses to let him move.

George hasn't mentioned anything that happened last night - not Matty's excessive drunkenness, not how he had to sit up with him as he got sick, and especially not the kiss.

And really - it's probably a good thing, because this is what Matty's wants right? George is acting completely normal, but Matty's is dying to at least let George know what he decided in the earlier hours of the morning, but he also refuses to bring up the topic first out of sheer stubbornness.

Matty has been dropping hints all day, or at least trying to, but George is either purposely pretending to be oblivious, or else he really isn't catching on to Matty's need to solidify that this thing is indeed happening, resulting in Matty sulking alone in the sitting room as he flips through the channels on the television idly, unable to find anything that can successfully capture his attention.

"Food's ready." George's deep voice has Matty's neck craning around so he can watch the other man as he approaches the couch. "Come on and get some before it gets cold."

"Not hungry," Matty huffs sullenly, even though he is, but he just wants to see how George will react to his refusal more than anything else.

"You haven't eaten anything all day." George's frown tugs at his entire face as he moves until he's situated directly in front of Matty. "You're not going to bounce back until you get something in your stomach."

Matty scoffs loudly, surprised that George has written off his irritableness to a hangover which he surprisingly doesn't have instead of uncovering what's really festering away inside of him.

"I'll be there in a minute," Matty heaves out, rolling over onto his back while suppressing a smirk when George runs a hand through his hair in agitation.

"What's got you so stroppy today?" George asks instead of retreating back into the kitchen, falling for Matty's bait far too easily, leaving Matty beyond pleased with himself but also inexplicably exasperated all at once.

Matty is so bothered by the fact that George doesn't already know what's going on in his head that he snaps, his body shooting upright and his hands fisting in the collar of George's button-up shirt before he can comprehend what he is doing.

Matty presses their lips together harshly, which isn't what he was intending on doing, he only wanted to talk about their last kiss, not recreate it, but this is just as good a way of making George aware that he wants to continue with his proposition, so he doesn't pull away, and if Matty's being honest with himself, he's been on edge all day, and he wants to bury his agitation in someone else's body for a little while.

George doesn't seem shocked at all by Matty's sudden assault, and even if he is, he hides it well, he kisses back instantly at least. Matty can tell he is restraining himself though, his arms are braced on the cushions behind Matty's shoulders, and despite the fact that his lips are moving against Matty's eagerly, it's not the same as before.

Surprisingly disappointed by the lack of sparks or whatever the fuck they had been, even if they were what had frightened him so badly in the first place, Matty pulls away slowly, his body still bracketed by George's long limbs as he licks over his lips slowly.

"You're a better kisser when you're drunk," Matty remarks casually, leaning back so he can observe George's expression, which is unreadable and dark, as if George is shuttering all of his emotions away, which is something Matty has never been able to emulate.