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Matty feels like a bit of a dork.
It’s a Monday morning, the morning after the night before, and George had given Matty a lift to work. They’d shared conspiratorial smiles and had a brief kiss before getting out of George’s busted up, brown Toyota Camry. George had given Matty a wave and left him standing alone feeling like his heart was in his mouth.
He tried desperately to focus on the filing he had to get done, the teens who couldn’t pronounce Simone De Beauvoir correctly, the endless borrowing and returning as the day flits by, but no. He couldn’t stop thinking about George. He swallowed thickly when he realised they’d fucked twice, and he’d had George’s cock in his mouth on school property, but they’d never really gotten to know one another outside of the bedroom.
It made his stomach churn.
He was drumming his fingers on the library front desk when an idea formed in his head.
He was going to ask George on a date.
The sensible part of his brain cheered him on, but the anxious part of it smote him relentlessly. Maybe all George wanted was a warm hole to get his dick in. Matty was used to disappointment and didn’t want to get his hopes up lest he get hurt.
Yet again.
Matty decides he’s being fucking ridiculous as he lets his second in charge know he’s going out for a couple minutes. He all but marches his way to the music room where he knows George is teaching a class and raps his knuckles on the door. George pulls it open and a dozen curious eyes are on them as they both flush a deep crimson.
“Can I have a word?”
Matty asks quietly. One of George’s students queries
“isn’t that the fucking librarian?”
“Hey!”
George shouts, pointing a finger directly at the kid in question.
“No swearing. And don’t take a tone. I’ll be right back and we can continue the dissection of Swan Lake, okay?”
The class grumbles as George steps into the corridor, gently closing the door behind him.
“Matty, what’s going on?”
Matty can barely speak. He’s never been this nervous in this life.
“I- ehm. I kinda have something I have to ask you.”
George smiles softly and motions for Matty to continue.
“We’ve.... had sex, like, 3 times and I can’t stop thinking about the fact I don’t really know you.”
George’s face falls.
“Oh. I mean, if this is something you don’t want to continue, Matty, I completely unders-“
“I’m not finished.”
Matty interrupts, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and letting out a sigh.
“I just.... I want to know you. Properly, I mean. Outside of sex. That’s not to say the sex we have isn’t spectacular, I just want to, like, know-know you. D’you get what I mean?”
George nods, giggling a bit as he quickly kisses Matty.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Matthew?”
Matty blushes deeply at the use of his full name, worrying his lip between his teeth as he nods. George just laughs again, kissing the top of Matty’s head and getting his hand on the doorknob of his classroom.
“I really should get back. But be ready by 7 tonight. I’m going to wine and dine you, Matty.”
His eyes glimmer with want as he smirks,
“Might even 69 you.”
And with that, he was back in with his class, leaving Matty alone in the hallway feeling like a humungous weight had been lifted off his chest. His cock was half hard from George’s insinuation and, for fucks sake, he needed to stop getting off on school property, but he had no choice as he slunk into the teachers quarters and jerked off quickly, imagining George calling him ‘baby’ and how fucked out he looked the previous night. He came fast, but he felt almost gooey now, lighter and happier. He all but skipped back into the library and his second in charge laughed.
“Alright? Someone’s chipper.”
Matty just grins, twirling his finger into his curls as he pushed his blasted glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
“Sandra. I’ve got a date tonight.”
The rest of the day passes in a giddy blur for Matty. George is taking him on a date, he’s so excited he could very nearly throw up. He finds himself not caring that the teens he helps can’t pronounce Simone De Beauvoir, he doesn’t care that he keeps finding things stashed where they shouldn’t be. Nothing can bother him because George is taking him on a DATE. He’s been buzzing around the library, getting things done all day that he doesn’t realise the school is shutting and he absolutely needs to go home to shower, he smells like residual sex and a bit like George’s cologne. It makes him blush.
Sandra smiles softly at Matty as she shoulders her bag, crossing to him and hugging him tightly.
“Let me know how things go tonight, yeah?”
Matty has to bite his tongue to stop from spitting that he’s probably going to eat mediocre food then have George for dessert. That wouldn’t be appropriate. So instead he just smiles, glowing a little.
“Absolutely, Sandra. I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”
She smiles warmly at him as she takes her leave, extricating her phone from her pocket and barking an incredibly stern
“what?”
Down the line. Matty smirks to himself. What a character. Matty enjoys the walk back to his flat, savouring the way the streets of London were blanketed in a fine layer of snow. The cold usually bothered him, but he was so happy that it bloomed into a warmth in his chest as he trudged up the steps of his complex, letting himself into his flat with a heavy sigh. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
3 hours to go.
He showered and trimmed his pubic hair, neatening himself up before scrubbing himself with a body wash his mother had made for him in one of her flash fits of ~new age philosophy~
it made his skin smell of lavender and brown sugar. He smiled to himself as he applied eyeliner for the first time in what felt like years, blowing himself a kiss in the mirror before he padded to his bedroom to pick a suitable fit for the evening.
He settled on a sleek, deep blue button down and a pair of sinfully tight jeans that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and sat entirely too low on his hips to be appropriate. To say his outfit choice was deliberate would be the understatement of the century. To kill time, he perched on his windowsill and chain smoked, Hemingway novel heavy in his lap as he smiled whilst recalling the first time George ever spoke to him.
“Thank you, Mister Hemingway.”
He spoke out loud to no one, flipping the page and lighting yet another smoke as he tried to quell the butterflies in the pit of his stomach. Matty’s phone pings in his pocket and he fishes it out to see a text from George. He smiles to himself as he opens the message.
“Just coming round now. Hope you like Indian food x”
Matty’s heart jumps at the addition of the kiss and he finds himself twitching anxiously. He didn’t remember ever giving George his address, but chalks it down to some deep sleuthing on George’s part. The cheeky fucker.
10 minutes pass before there’s a loud knock on Matty’s front door. He swallows hard, giving himself the once over in his full length mirror that sat precariously against the wall near the front door.
He looked good.
He hoped George thought so, too.
He pulls the door open and stops dead in his tracks. George is grinning at him, hair pulled up in a messy bun. He’s wearing a shirt that is sinfully unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest and Matty needs to take a moment before he even registers that George is holding a bouquet of roses.
“George, I- they’re beautiful, you really didn’t have to.”
Matty gushes, taking the flowers from George’s trembling hands and standing on his toes to kiss him in appreciation.
“Figured we were doing this properly, so I went all out.”
George ghosts over Matty’s lips. Matty can’t remember the last time he was this giddy over someone, it was making his heart race.
“I’ll just pop these in some water then we can get going, yeah?”
Matty grins, moving into the living room to find a vase.
George’s eyes rake hungrily over Matty’s form. He looks like lust personified, his beautiful hips accentuated by the incredibly tight and low slung jeans he was wearing. If they didn’t have dinner plans George would’ve torn his clothes off by now.
“Matty. You look incredible.”
Matty looks up at George from where he’s arranging the roses and smirks.
“Oh? You think so?”
George feels fucking awkward just standing in the doorway so he crosses to Matty and gets his fingers tangled in his curls as he brings their mouths together, hoping Matty can feel the fire that was coursing through his veins.
“So fucking beautiful, baby.”
Matty all but turns to putty under George’s hands and he regretfully breaks away.
“We’ll never get to dinner if you keep talking to me like that.”
George smirks proudly.
“I know, baby. I’m only messing.”
Matty is blushing so hard he can feel it in the tips of his ears.
“Shall we?”
He asks weakly, his voice giving away how fucking keyed up he was because George kisses so well and showed up to his pokey flat with fucking roses. It was all too much for him to take.
“C’mon, baby. We’ve got a date to go to.”
The first new thing Matty learns about George is that he drives like a fucking maniac. He takes corners too severely, and Matty can’t help but laugh.
“Jesus, George. I’d much prefer if you didn’t kill us before we’ve had a proper date if it’s all the same to you.”
George fixes him with a glare.
“Mind your manners, Matthew.”
Matty just giggles as they pull up in front of an Indian restaurant he’s never seen before.
He eyes it in almost wonder as George gets out of the car to open his door for him.
“How gentlemanly.”
Matty grins, getting out and kissing George as a thank you.
When they break apart, George’s grin is so wide it almost cracks his face.
“Cmon. You have to try their vindaloo.”
Matty feels almost shy as they get into the restaurant. It’s quiet and Matty is struck with a silly intrusive thought that George had booked all of the tables just to have him alone. It makes him smile to himself. The waiter ushers them into a booth at the back, candle lit brilliantly in the centre of the table as Matty slinks in opposite George.
“Hi.”
George beams and Matty giggles.
“Hello, mister Daniel.”
George giggles too, thanking the waiter as he hands them their menus.
“You know, Matty. I don’t even know your last name.”
Matty just smirks.
“Oh, don’t you? Because I don’t recall ever giving you my address yet you managed to find that out no problems.”
George blushes.
It’s true, he’d delved into the confidential files in the principals office once she’d vacated. It was a breach of privacy policy but he just had to know, okay?
“I- yeah, look I literally don’t know how to cover my arse right now.”
Matty laughs loudly as the waiter brings two generously poured malbecs to the table, smiling softly at the both of them before taking his leave.
Once his laughter died down, Matty took a generous sip of his wine, eyes glistening.
“It’s Healy. Matthew Timothy Healy.”
George grins, sipping his own wine before making an exaggerated hand gesture.
“George Bedford Daniel.”
Matty’s eyebrow quirks up.
“Bedford? What kind of poncy name is that?”
George just laughs.
“I’m Belgian.”
Matty pulls a face in appreciation, nodding as he drank his wine.
“Well there you go. At least we’re now properly introduced.”
The conversation flows naturally as they learn more about each other. George felt like he maybe was falling a little bit in love with Matty as he prattled on excitedly about the book he was currently reading.
“There’s this fucking HUGE explosion, it Decimates half of London, and no one can figure out why it’s happened because the war has JUST ended, and-“
he takes pause, gazing at George curiously.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
George had missed the fact he was staring dreamily at Matty and shook his head a bit to right himself.
“Sorry, I- you’re-“
“In English, please, mister Daniel.”
Matty teases, shovelling a heaped spoon of vindaloo into his mouth.
“This is really good”
he spoke through his mouthful and George laughs.
“Told you so.”
When they’d finished, George insisted he would pay for dinner, swatting Matty’s card clean out of his hand when he attempted to pay himself. It made Matty feel warm as they made their way back to George’s rust bucket of a car. Matty looked at George fondly as he got the engine started.
“George-“
George’s eyes fell on him and oh my fucking god, Matty could swear no one had ever looked at him with so much adoration in his life.
“I had a really really nice time with you tonight.”
It sounds cliche coming out of his mouth, but he means it with every fibre of his being.
George smiles and reaches across the console to stroke a thumb over the sharp jut in Matty’s cheekbone.
“Me too, Matty. But tell me-“
George inched closer, a smirk on his lips.
“Are you the type of guy who kisses on the first date?”
The wicked tone in George’s voice shot straight to Matty’s cock and he laughed breathily.
“Only for suspiciously tall Belgian drummers with massive cocks.”
George breathed a laugh and pulled Matty close to kiss him deeply. Matty sighed into it and opened his mouth, welcoming George’s tongue in to rub slickly against his.
He hadn’t popped a boner from only kissing since he was 14 but here he was, fattening up in his jeans at the slightest of touches. Matty supposed he may just be falling a bit in love. They kiss for what feels like eons when George breaks away, looking regretful as he starts to drive.
“Sorry, Matty. If I didn’t stop kissing you I was going to fuck you in the car.”
Matty giggles, pushing his hair behind his ear.
“Aw, drat. We’ll just have to save that for next time, then.”
George rolls his eyes fondly as they get back to his apartment complex, and he opens the door for Matty again. The sweet gesture is not lost on Matty, he feels a bit giddy from it all. Matty feels bold as he slides his hand into George’s on the trudge up the stairs, George quips an eyebrow but quickly shifts so their fingers were intertwined. Matty can feel his heartbeat in his throat and he’s now so hard it’s starting to hurt a bit. Mercifully, George gets his front door unlocked reasonably quickly and kicks it closed behind them as he starts kissing Matty like he’s dying for it.
“Fuck”
he breathes, running his hands down Matty’s body to palm at his obscenely hard cock through the taught denim of his jeans.
“Fuck, baby, are these painted on?”
Matty laughs weakly.
“I put the outfit together for you, George. Do you like it when I get all prettied up for you?”
George leans down to kiss up the side of Matty’s neck.
“What the fuck do you think?”
Matty knows he’s only messing, but fuck the deep rumble of his voice made him weak in the knees. Matty gently pushes George back with a laugh, getting his shirt unbuttoned and off and helping George do the same. His mouth watered when he eyed over George’s well defined, smooth body.
“Fuck, George you’re so fit.”
George smiles, kissing Matty deeply and pulling him close to get their chests flush together.
“You keep going on about how fit I am, but fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous”
he purrs. Matty is blushing all the way down to his feet at George’s admission as he groans feebly.
“Fuck, George. Take me to bed.”
George doesn’t need telling twice. George eases Matty back onto the mattress and starts slathering his bare chest with hot, open mouthed kisses. Matty whines as George tugs aggressively at his jeans to get them the fuck off, delighted to see that Matty has forgone underwear.
“Oh, fuck. Baby-“
George purrs, kissing up Matty’s pulsing shaft. Matty’s cock is leaking heavily and George is so transfixed as he licks tenderly over the perfect, cut tip.
“Fuck, George. Feels so fucking good-“
Matty moans loudly, watching George as he gradually sucks his thick cock down deep into his throat.
Matty can hardly believe the spectacle of George sucking his cock, his eyes are closed and he’s moaning steadily, reaching down to press the heel of his palm against his straining erection.
“So fucking good, so fucking good, George. Fuck.”
George pulls off Matty’s cock and wipes at his mouth, eyes glistening as he giggles.
“What?”
Matty asks breathlessly, a bit irked that George has stopped deep throating him like a goddamn professional.
“You sound so beautiful when you’re getting your cock sucked, baby.”
Matty tugs at the elastic holding George’s messy bun in place to get a handful of his sandy locks.
“You look fucking perfect with your mouth stuffed full of cock, George”
Matty retorts. George barely needs any encouragement to keep sucking Matty off, eagerly swirling his tongue around the shaft to get Matty to whine for him.
“Wait, wait-“
Matty moans, gently easing George off.
“Something the matter?”
George asks hazily, eyes blown almost completely black. Matty smiles sweetly, urging George to move up his body to kiss him deeply.
“Nothing wrong. Almost came too quickly from the way you were deepthroating me. I’d much prefer to cum from you fucking me, please.”
Matty beams. George chokes on his breath, because holy FUCK Matty had a dirty mouth. He grinned as he kissed him again, cupping Matty’s face as he rolled them so Matty was on top. Matty steadies himself with his hands on George’s chest and just takes a moment to pause and drink all of George in. He’s so beautiful, almost otherworldly so.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
George groans, lacing his fingers with Matty’s free hand as he reached back to line George’s cock up with his still stretched hole.
“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing about you.”
Matty breathes, settling himself down on George’s mammoth cock and letting out the most beautiful moan George thinks he’s ever heard.
“Fuck, George.”
Matty breathes, loosening his link on George’s fingers so he could dig his nails into George’s chest as he started to bounce. George can’t stop watching the way Matty rolls his hips down to get George even deeper into his perfect tight little body.
“Fuck, baby.”
George moans. Matty’s tight hole is clenching so severely around his cock he knows for sure he isn’t going to last much longer.
“God, George your cock is so fucking big, can feel you in my fucking throat.”
George preens at the praise like it’s the first time Matty’s ever said it.
“You take my cock so fucking well, baby. Can’t get over it.”
Matty moans open mouthed now, bouncing feverishly as George hits his prostate over and over.
“You’re gonna make me fucking cum, George. Fuck-“
George thrusts up harsher, he’s so fucking close.
“Fuck, Matty.m-me too, fuck you feel like heaven.”
Matty whines as he starts cumming in thick ribbons up his torso, the visual paired with how tight he was clamping down was enough to set George off, cumming brutally inside Matty with a strangled grunt.
Matty is all but gasping as he repositions to be lying by George’s side, looking completely fucked out.
“I like you, mister Daniel. You’re fun.”
George kisses him sweetly, smiling as he pushed a stray curl out of his face.
“I like you, too, Mister Healy.”
Matty wags a finger at him.
“Ah-ah. We’ve been through this. No luxury of formalities when you work in the library.”
George shuts him up with a deep kiss.