I make my way to the bathroom. It’s being used. Just my luck. I was waiting on my phone scrolling when yeah you can pretty much guess who comes up. Tall, blond and blue eyes. Matthew asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was waiting for the bathroom. He grabs my hand then lets it go telling me Chris has one in his room. We get to the bathroom and he tells me he’ll wait for me outside. I go to the bathroom in Chris's room finishing washing my hands and having that yeah I’m drunk now look in the mirror. I was drunk enough that I wouldn’t drive but I would be fine in a few hours and remember everything. So just a little more than tipsy. 

I open the door and there he is standing in the middle of the room. He noticed I was done and walked over. He walks into the bathroom and tells me to close the door. I do and he locks it and sits on the toilet seat cover facing the door and me. 

“You mad at me?” Mathew muttered. 

“No.” I reply and just stare at him. 

“Then why haven’t you talked to me? Is it because I asked out Monica?” Mathew's face stays serious, almost sad. 

 “No, why would I? You can talk to whoever you like.” He grabs my left hand and pulls me to put his head on my lower chest facing down at my feet. Even while sitting the height difference is obvious. 

“Sooo if I want to talk to you, can I?” He suggested.

“Ummmm.” I didn’t know what to say. 

“I like spending time with you. You make me feel good.” He doesn’t let go of my hand and starts to hug me.This guy is going to drive crazy. Why can’t he just be an asshole? It would be easier to reject him if he wasn’t so kind and good with his words.

 I couldn’t help but run my fingers through his hair. He had trimmed it a little so it was hanging about the side of his head now and he had a fresh fade. Mathew looks up at me now asking me if I would go over. I have enough strength in me to tell him to ask me later. He agrees. We walk out and I go play Chris. Mathew watches from the side. I ended up winning,yay me! We then play doubles. Me and Marco vs Matthew and Troy. It ended up being a tie, them getting to shoot their last shot also making it. 

I haven’t seen Matthew drink other than when we played. It was now 40 minutes later around 3:40 am. Mathew tells his friends he’s leaving. He came to me and asked me if I wanted a ride. Marco tells me he’ll take me later if I don't want to leave. I tell Marco it’s fine I’ll just leave with Mathew. We walk out together with nobody batting an eye.  

I know what he’s going to ask me. He's going to want to know if I’ll go home with him. 

We got into his truck. “So… Do you want me to drop you off or…?” I don’t know what to say. I know I should say no. But why should I say no? I’m I being too hard on myself? Or him? Why do I always feel like I’m doing something wrong when it feels good to spend time with him? I never pictured us getting along so well before. Even though he makes my heart pound really fast he makes me feel at ease. 

He starts to drive and I still haven’t answered him. “Mathew?” I mumbled. 

“Yeah?” He comforted me. 

“I think I want to go to your place.” I said in a low voice.

“You sure? You don’t have to.” He reassured me.

“Yeah.” I insisted. 

We get to his house and park in his garage. Only this time we don’t go to the door leading to the backyard we go to the side door leading to the house. We walk in. The security alarm goes off. “Garage door opened.”

At first it startled me. Matthew didn’t even acknowledge it and told me to follow him. I’ve been in his house before but could not tell you if it was different. Plus it was dark only having the light from the house electronics and moonlight from the windows. 

We walked through a hallway leading to a kitchen. Walk past the kitchen to a hall to the living room. We take a left and go up some curved stairs. His room is on the left side of the house two doors down. He tells me to go inside and that he’ll be right back. I sat on the edge of his bed nervous. I looked around his room trying to make out what I could see from the light outside. Some hanging pictures, maybe a poster? His tv in front across from his bed, a chair off to the side- when he walks in with a remote. He turns on the tv and puts on some music. 

It wasn’t loud but loud enough to cover us talking. The screen went black after. I guess it was a setting it had while using the music app. Back to dark it went. He walked over to me and sat down. I was starting to get used to the dark seeing the layout of his room now and his outline. We talked for a while about his parents, his room, the things I could see hanging. He now took off his shoes and put one leg on the bed. He told me I could get on the bed too. His way of telling me to get comfortable. I kick off my shoes and sit facing him one leg off the bed. He reached over to me, grabbed my hand bringing it up to his face and kissed the back of it. 

He locked his fingers with mine.”Can I kiss you?” He asked.  I nod but I guess he didn’t see because he didn’t move. 

“Yeah.” I whispered while my voice cracked. I always feel like a little kid in middle school talking to their crush with him when he’s like this. Before he leaned in I kissed him and grabbed his face like he did to mine before. Mathew then moves my left hand he’s holding to the back of his neck and lets go of it, leaving it there. He runs his left hand through my hair grabbing it while his right hand that was holding my hand goes to my waist. We kiss each other's lips for what feels like seconds but really was really minutes. His lips taste like honey every kiss we take. He moves his hand from my waist to my ass squeezing it. 

Mathew then released the grip he had on my hair. I’m still holding his face and the back of his neck. After our kiss releases he bits my bottom lip drawing me to him. He releases my lip and moves his hand that was in my hair behind him helping him lay down. I’m now sitting in between his thighs. He grabs my left hand and brings me to him. I crawl my way to his face and land on his chest feeling his muscular body under me. I start to kiss him again and moan. I get scared that I might have been loud and don’t do it again. He lets go of my hand and both his hands go to my ass that is now on top of his private area. He moved me up and down rubbing against him while I kissed him. 

With my free hand I go down and lift up his shirt. He gives me the chance to sit up and he takes off his shirt and I do the same. Even though I can’t see his body I can feel how muscular and big he is feeling the heat off his body. I kiss his biceps and chest making my way back to his lips. We continue and his hand moves back to where they were before. I then leave his lips making my way to his neck. I kiss him and he goes to kiss my neck as well. I reach down to his pants. He paused and stopped kissing my neck. “Are you drunk?”

I stop what I’m doing. “A little.” I replied. 

“We can just kiss, it's fine with me.” He reassured me. 

“So you don’t want me to go down on you?” I didn’t even release what I had said. 

“Only if you want to...” Mathew gushed. 

I go to undo his pants and he helps me take them off. I go to grab his dick that’s already hard. I felt it when I was rubbing against him. I do what I did at the drive-in.

“No hands.” He moans and I listen. Removing my hands, letting my mouth do all the work.

I end up finishing him off. He just lays there panting. I licked up the rest that was on his thigh and hard abs. I lay there feeling the hair on his legs on my skin. I get up and grab my shirt to put it on. I put it on and sit on the edge of the bed. The sun is already coming up, not yet enough to light up the room but enough to see. He turns off the music. I go to put on my shoes when I feel him grab my wrist.

“Stay with me.” He insisted. 

“I can't.”

“Fine”, he gives in, ''but next time you stay with me.” he demanded. He goes to sit up.

Next time? I thought to myself. He wants a next time? I felt happy but still the feeling that I was doing something bad to my friend.

“My moms probably up so you’re going to have to go out my window if you leave.” He whispered, trying to convince me to stay. 

I stand up and ask what window. He puts on his underwear and walks me over.

“When you go out, put your foot on the ledge and move along to the balcony and climb down the post.” He pointed out what to do. I should have paid more attention but I was just staring at him explaining. 

“So you’ve had this problem before?” I told him jokingly.

“Maybe.” He smiled.

I get out the window and he gives me a kiss. I do as he said while he watches me. Smiling down at me. I get to the ground, make my way to the side of the house and open the fence door locking it behind me. Now how do I get home?