The Aviators

“Val...Val...”

Someone is shaking me. I roll over and grab at the sheets trying to tug them back over me. They get pulled away. I groan in protest. Next thing I know strong arms are picking me up, holding me against a hard body and carrying me out of the bedroom into the bathroom.

I open my eyes and peer blearily up into the amused expression on Matt’s face.

“You need a bath,” he smirks faintly, wrinkling up his nose.

I blink at him and twist my head slightly catching sight of the glowing numbers of the clock radio. “Shit...it’s-”

Matt cuts me off gently, “Don’t worry about it. I made us Tacos. But, you stink...so wash first.”

I pout at him. “What do you mean I stink? Didn’t even do anything to get smelly...”

He gives me a look; I lower my eyes. He stands me by the bathtub and leans in to test the water. He’s already filled the tub.

I bite my lip nervously. “Master?”

He glances sideways at me. “Yeah?”

“How long’ve you been up?”

You see I’m the one who should be up first, organising food and stuff. He looks at me for a long moment, straightening and folding his arms over his chest. I wait hoping he’s not mad with me.

He’s trying to frown, but then the corners of his lips quirk and he shakes his head. “Half an hour. But don’t worry, ‘kay? I’ll let it go this time.”

I nod clasping my hands behind my back.

Matt chuckles lightly. “C’mon off with that shirt.”

All I’m wearing is one of Matt’s old Guns ‘n’ Roses shirts; it’s far too large for me. I hesitate and he cocks an eyebrow at me. I pull it off in one fluid motion and drop it to the floor.

Matt turns back to the tub, and checks the water once more. “Good. You can get in.”

I step in; Matt grips my arm lightly to support me. I send a grateful smile his way, as I slide down into the warm water.

He stands looking down at me.

I tilt my head at him. “What’re you thinking, Master?”

Matt licks his lips his eyes travelling over my body. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself.

He clucks his tongue at me. “Don’t do that. I like looking at you.”

I flush and drop my arms into the water exposing my breasts to his appraisal. He smiles at me then he grips the hem of his top and pulls it up. I stiffen realising that he’s going to join me.

He catches my eye. “Problem?”

Shaking my head I avert my gaze. I hear him sigh then the jingle of his buckle and the soft shish sound of his pants falling to the floor. Then the water sploshes and moves as he steps into the tub. It’s lucky the bath is so big otherwise we’d never fit in together.

He slides down so his legs are beneath mine, slipping his hands under and lifting them to rest over his knees. A tremor runs down my body as I keep my eyes to the side, not wanting to see him. When I say that, I don’t mean I don’t want to see him in general...I’m talking about...well you know what I’m referring to.

I mean...it’s just an awkward place, time to see all that. I know, it’s silly, I’ve seen him naked and he’s seen me naked and we have...slept together. Still, I get a little self-conscious.

“Valary?” My name on his lips, it draws my attention and I can’t help but look to him. Matt’s eyes are bright, questioning.

“Yes, Master?” I ask tentatively, curious as to what he wants.

Matt moves his right hand and slowly drags the tips of his fingers down my left leg. Shivers run down my limb, the skin tingling at his touch. He rubs his fingers up and down slowly obviously watching for my reaction. I tremble but fight not to pull away.

I really want to trust him; you see...I know deep down that he won’t do anything that will make me feel uncomfortable. Matt’s good like that. I remember the first time he got me to undress for him...well, this is one memory I have not written down or recorded...but I still remember that night clearly.

It was a week after we had arrived in Huntington after the tour. No, he didn’t make me sleep with him...but that was the first night we started to really know each other...I still remember it...it was a beautiful balmy night...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The TV was on; Matt was watching a baseball game. I can’t remember who was playing, probably the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees...or something like that. I wasn’t paying attention to the game. No, I was sitting behind him on a stool giving him a massage, concentrating on easing the tension from his muscles.

Matt told me that the first few days after a tour finished always seemed a little tense because he was winding down and having to switch gears from all-out intense work to suddenly having little to do. That really didn’t make much sense to me, but if that’s what he said, then I wasn’t going to argue with him.

Of course, once the band started writing full-time the intensity would be back, but for now he just needed to get his relaxation muscles back in-tune.

Matt shifted slightly and glanced back at me whilst I pressed my fingers into his shoulders. I met his glance.

He smiled faintly and caught hold of my left hand with one of his own. “That’s enough.”

I sat back on the stool; he didn’t release my hand, his eyes slowly taking me in my appearance. I could feel a flush rising up my cheeks and I tucked my chin against my chest fixing my gaze on a tear on the sofa Matt was seated on.

Matt cleared his throat rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

I blinked, surprised at his question. Honestly, no one had ever said anything of the sort about me and I personally found nothing attractive about myself. So, with that thought in my mind I shook my head in the negative.

“No, Master,” I answered tentatively, “I’m not hot.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up in what could only be a look of total incredulity. “What? That’s fucking insane.”

He stood abruptly, towering over me, even though I was sitting on quite a tall stool. Involuntarily, I cringed back from him. He noticed and gave me a strange look before rolling his eyes and jerking his head toward the door leading out to the rest of the house.

“Let me show you something.”

“Show me something?” I sounded confused.

Matt nodded and motioned for me to follow him. “Come. My room.”

I slipped off the stool and went the way he directed. I hadn’t been to the Master bedroom yet, Matt had me sleeping in the smaller guest room. He was definitely taking his promise not to rush me, seriously. I was grateful for that; however, I had an odd feeling that the situation was going to change very soon.

Matt led me to the master bedroom, pushing the double doors open, to reveal a spacious and brightly lit suite. Halting in the doorway I looked around the space quickly taking in the Queen bed, a large full body mirror and assorted chests of drawers.

Matt smiled at my quick survey as he entered the room and flopped down on the bed.

He crooked a finger at me. “C’mere.”

Remaining where I was, I cleared my throat. “You wanted to show me something, Master?”

Matt’s lips tightened and he sat up, eyes narrowing. “Come here, Valary.”

Hearing the warning in his voice I hastened to walk over and climbed onto the bed next to him.

He continued to glare at me. “When I tell you to do something...”

“I have to do it, I know...I’m sorry, Master.” I lowered my eyes, my heart rate increasing, as I clasped my hands in front of me.

Matt sighed getting up on his knees in front of me. “Look at me, Val.”

Lifting my gaze slightly, I met his stare curiously.

He flashed that dimpled smile. “You want to know what I’m gonna show you?”

I answered in a small voice, “Yes sir.”

“Keep your eyes on me.” Matt wet his lips before sitting back on his heels and placing his hands at the hem of his top and pulling it up. I blinked, pupils dilating as he slowly revealed his inked torso. I couldn’t help but stare as he removed his top and tossed it aside. Swallowing hard as I watched the play of muscle beneath the art etched into his skin.

“Master...” I breathed the word almost in reverence.

Matt smirked faintly. “Like what you see?”

Glancing into his eyes, I reached out hesitantly. I paused, hand frozen in mid motion before I could come into contact with his skin. I didn’t think it would be right to touch him. However, he made no motion to stop me, his eyes fixed on my face.

Placing my hand against his stomach, I carefully traced the outline of the skeletal bat wings inked onto his body. The smoothness of his skin was a marvel. It wasn’t perfect; I didn’t expect that, wouldn’t anyway after all no human was perfect. Yet, compared to the bodies of other men I had experienced, Matt was pretty close to it.

He tensed his abs, they were rock hard. I shivered at the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the solid strength of the muscle beneath.

“Val...” I withdrew my hand and sat back. He leaned back on his haunches and looked pointedly at me. “Take your top off.”

“What?”

“Val. Take. Your. Top. Off.” His tone was clipped.

I trembled, heat rising to my cheeks realising what he wanted me to do. I mean it’s not like I’ve never stripped for a man before; I’m a slave, that’s what I was trained to do. But for some reason, Matt made me feel self conscious about myself, made me feel that maybe I didn’t deserve to have him see me.

He was waiting though, so I quickly tugged at my shirt lifting it over my head and dropping it next to me on the bed. Then I unhooked my bra and pushed the straps down allowing the material to fall away from my skin.

I heard a sharp intake of breath; chancing a look at my master I saw an expression of tender wonderment on his face. I tilted my head. He shifted closer to me and reached to cup one of my breasts. I tensed as he slowly smoothed his calloused palm over the soft curve of my breast.

“Nice...handful...” Matt murmured low before dipping his head down to nuzzle the tip of his nose against the top of my breast.

Chills swept over my entire body as he stroked my breast slowly. Matt lifted his head and met my eyes. His lips parted slightly as he pulled his thumb over the nipple, causing me to moan out loud.

“Master...” I clutched loosely at his wrist.

He stared hard at me; releasing my hold I averted my eyes in deference to him.

He removed his hand and leaned back appraising me. For several moments we remained in silence; him thinking, and me recovering from the brief contact.

After a few minutes, Matt pushed up off the bed, standing next to it and walked over to the mirror.

He beckoned to me. “Over here.”

I shuffled off the bed and went to join him in front of the polished glass gazing at my reflection. Matt stood behind me and slid his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my left shoulder.

“Look, Val...tell me what you see.”

Pursing my lips I glowered critically at my figure in the mirror. “I have too many freckles...”

I watched Matt’s reflection roll its eyes. “You have amazing eyes.”

I shake my head, “They’re too brown.”

Matt growled low in my ear, “I like them.”

A shiver ran down my spine and I involuntarily leaned back into his body, meeting his firm look in the mirror.

He slid a hand slowly over my stomach and up to cup a breast, squeezing it gently. “I like these too...”

I whimpered at his touch.

He murmured low as he began to stroke it. “You’re so damn sexy...you realise that?”

I couldn’t find words with which I could respond and just gaped at him, my mind flying to pieces...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Val...Val...Val?”

I blink quickly. “Huh?”

Matt laughs lightly, his hand smoothing along my thigh. “You just blanked; what’re you thinking?”

My skin tingles where the calluses on his palm press against me. I can hardly think clearly, let alone answer Matt’s question. But, I’ll try.

“I...I was just...” my voice falters as he slips his hand between my thighs and slides it up, beneath the water, to cup my mound. Grabbing the edge of the bathtub, I stiffen slightly.

Matt rolls his eyes at me. “Jeeze, Val, you act like I’ve never touched you before.”

I flush and bow my head staring into the water.

Matt sighs and withdraws his hand resting his arms on the edge of the tub whilst observing me seriously. “What were you thinking?”

I shake my head feeling self-conscious. But, I answer anyway. “That first night you got me to strip for you...”

“Ahh,” he says nothing more and lounges back in the still warm water.

I glance at his arms where they’re resting over the rim of the tub. Beads of water drops cling to the light smattering of hairs, muscles defined by the sheen of moisture coating his inked arms.

He catches my look and cocks an eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

I can’t help but giggle at the question.

“What?”

I clear my throat. “You asked me that then.”

“Did I? You remember that?”

I nod.

Matt shifts a little causing the water to splosh around our bodies. “Good memory.”

I smile faintly and tuck my chin into my chest.

Matt leans forward and catches hold of my chin lifting my face to his. “Seriously. That’s pretty good.”

I have no response; I just stare into his face.

He clucks his tongue at me then releases my chin, leaning back again and letting out a deep sigh of content. “Ahh...this is nice...”

I have to agree. It is pretty damn nice just lazing here in the water.

I’m sure we’ll end up looking like prunes, but the water’s still warm...so I guess we’ll enjoy it until- Shit. “The tacos!”

Matt stares at me for a moment, and then goes slightly red. “Fuck. Stay here.”

He stands; I blink staring at his body, at the defined planes of his torso, the tattoos on his legs. His... I quickly avert my eyes. He smirks down at me, but then scowls muttering to himself as he steps out of the tub, grabbing a towel and hurrying out of the bathroom whilst trying to dry himself off.

I can’t help but laugh out loud before deciding that I should get out and help him. I’m sure there’s only so much he’ll allow me to get away with not doing.

Time to make myself useful.

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