Title: Lyrics
Author: Taimat/Tai_ness
Pairing: Matt Good/?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own/know Matt Good or anyone else mentioned. This was not written for profit, and I do not intend to cause harm to any character described within. I am not insinuating that this actually happened, nor do I believe that it did.
Summary: It just wasn’t happening tonight.
Length: 552 words
Date: Completed July 18, 2006
Dedications: To Free. Because she is amazing.


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Matt sighed and buried his face in a pillow. It just wasn’t happening tonight. It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying, it just --

A soft knock on the door made him jump, and he let out a quiet groan.

“Come in!”

There was the soft grind of the doorknob turning, then a creak, and soft footsteps made their way toward the bed. The visitor sat down and brushed a hand across the back of his neck, and Matt was instantly aware of who it was. He shuddered, and the hand wove gently into his dark hair.

“What’s wrong, Matt?”

Matt shifted slowly onto his side, doing his best not to dislodge the fingers that were now gently tracing up and down his neck. “It’s not happening tonight.”

Dark eyes blinked down at him in confusion. “What’s not?”

Matt slipped a hand under his pillow and pulled out an old spiral notebook, nearly pouting. “That’s not.”

He was rewarded with a small giggle and a brilliant smile. “Oh, good. You had me worried there.”

Matt huffed and turned away, and the other man brought his fingers down to stroke the tall guitarist’s hip.

“I didn’t come in here to have you sulk at me.”

No response.

A sigh. “They’ll come in time. You know they will.”

No response. Matt was busy staring straight ahead at the wall. He barely had time to register that his partner was moving before he found himself flat on his back with a hot mouth covering his own. But his world righted itself quickly, and the sensation of a cool metal ring brushing against his tongue was accompanied by a soft gasp. And Matt wasted no time deepening the kiss, parting his legs so that his smaller lover could slip between them. A rough grind, and Matt let out a small whine, wrapping his long legs about narrow hips and dissolving into whimpers as his head tipped back, baring his neck to the onslaught. He shuddered at a particularly rough bite, but then soft lips were ghosting across his flesh, parting to release warm breath that made Matt groan.

“Feel better?” came a whisper against his skin, followed by the lightest of kisses, just enough to cause Matt’s eyelids to flutter closed. He gave a moan of affirmation that only increased in volume as the man above him rocked their hips together.

“So that’s what you wanted,” Matt managed to gasp out.

Another giggle. “Was it that obvious?”

“It was pretty--oh!--hard to ignore.” The taller boy bit his lip and slipped a hand under his own shirt, tugging roughly at a nipple and grinding his hips upward eagerly.

“You’re beautiful.” And then another hand was playing with the fabric, pushing it up to bare lovely pale skin, skimming teasingly over stomach, ribs, chest. . .

Matt cried out as the neglected nipple was engulfed in heat, his own fingers working into dark hair to keep that wonderful mouth in place, back arching when the sensitive flesh was gripped between two rows of teeth, the tongue behind them rubbing quickly against its prize.

And in an instant, it was gone, and lips were pressed to Matt’s ear, whispering hotly, “I want you.”

And Matt raised heavy eyelids to gaze at the gorgeous man above him, nodding his acquiescence.

“I’m yours, Frank.”