We walked to the bus stop in silence. It wasn't one of those awkward no-one-knows-what-to-say silences. It was some kind of... We-don't-have-to-say-anything silences, or at least that's how I thought. Eventually, as we came to a stand still at the bus stop, Matt broke the silence. "Wow, that was some kinda crazy action, huh?" he asked, giving me a sweet smirk. "Oh boy," I replied, "you weren't really, you know, trying not to draw attention to you. I mean, you screamed out really loud, and I think every Avenged fan would recognize your voice like that."

The bus arrived and we quickly hopped on. "Okay, I'm stupid, is that what you wanted to hear?" Matt grinned, playing defeated. "How could you not expect to attract such a crowd when you run around looking hot like that?" I mocked him, before covering my mouth with my hand. Shit, did I really just say that? I really need to work on that not saying everything I think thingy...

His mischievous smile broadened and his dimples deepened as he turned around to face me. "Oh, thanks for the unexpected compliment, you're making me blush here. Actually, you're not that bad-looking yourself," he chuckled, taking both my hands off my face before cupping it with his palms, obviously forgetting that we were just on the bus and that there were, in fact, people around us. I hope no-one recognizes him here, I thought, already picturing tomorrow's newspaper headline.

A7X frontman M Shadows - cuddling time with his affair in Montreal
They'd probably start the newspaper article with something like...

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It is the beautiful city of Montreal that Avenged Sevenfold Singer M Shadows (real name: Matthew Sanders) and his unknown affair chose for a sweet escape. They seem to be enjoying some quality alone time before heading back to the stressful life in Huntington, where Shadows will be giving lots of interviews about the band's new album "Nightmare", which is supposed to hit sales soon. It is the first artwork without the band's drummer The Rev (James Sullivan), who unfortunately passed away in late December last year. And, of course, M will be facing his divorce and his rumored battery trial. His wife Valary and him only got married ...

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"What are you thinking about so hard, Vicca?" Matt asked with a concerned look, and with that, I was abruptly thrown back into the real life. What did he just say? Oh, right. That I don't look too bad.

His beautiful hazel eyes locked on mine. How can someone look so good, I thought, I have no idea how he manages to take my breath away over and over again. "Ph, not that bad my ass, Matt Shadows," I hissed playfully, and he lowered his handsome face to about my height and whispered, "Actually, Vicca, you look pretty damn beautiful, and you know what, I'm sure you know it." His voice left a trail of goosebumps on my neck and shoulder blades.

"Matt," I mumbled, only vaguely aware of my surroundings as his face came dangerously close to mine. "If we weren't on that goddamn bus right now,..." he smirked, and I played innocent by replying, "Oh, what then, Matt?" My whole body was already in attention, craving his gentle, yet passionate touch. "You'll see," Matt replied and winked at me.

Bus, could you please go faster? While waiting in anticipation for our bus stop to finally turn up, our eyes did not once leave each other. He just looked so goddamned hot in his simple flannell with the tanned, and not to forget inked, skin underneath. It was his look that turned me on like nothing else before. A part of me - that, to this day, I didn't even knew existed - wanted to rip his clothes off right on the bus.

"Bernard," the bus driver finally shouted the name of our stop, and my body was overtaken by feelings of both relief and excitement. Will something happen? Is he ready? Am I ready?

Before I had the time to think, we were suddeny standing in front of the apartment and with slightly trembling fingers I entered the security code and the door flung open. Oh God, I think I can't, I thought as I heard Matt close the door behind us.

Then I felt two strong arms picking me up as he gently pinned me against the wall and crushed his lips on mine heavily. Relax Vicca, relax, I told myself. I moaned, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss while I took his cap and bandana off his head. Our tongues battled vigorously as my hands wandered to his flannel, unbuttoning it and revealing his toned, tattooed chest and abdomen. Oh, heck yes I can. And I will. I need to have this man, now.

I explored his soft skin with my bare hands, not wanting to break the kiss, and he let escape a few moans as I felt him grow hard on my crotch. Someone's just as excited as I am, I thought. It's a good thing he can't tell how much I want it... yet. But he will find out later. Just the imagination of him feeling my wetness made me even hotter...

He grinded his rock hard member against my core, showing me exactly how much I turned him on. He started biting and nibbling on my neck, making me shiver with pleasure until I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled him away from my neck and looked into his beautiful pools of hazel. “Take me to bed, Matt."

"Are you sure?" asked Matt, trying to keep his voice steady but failing badly. When I nodded, he kissed me again, this time slowly. He pushed the door open and carried me inside the bedroom before gently placing me on the bed and climbing on top of me.

I quickly slid his already open flannel off his hot, muscular body while he started working my neck with his teeth again, causing me to buckle my hips and moan loudly. Meanwhile, his hands started gently feeling up my thighs, just from the knees up until shortly before where I wanted him the most, then slowly stroking down again. God, he knew exactly what to do and how to make me really, really want him.

With one swift motion, he took off my dress and unhooked my bra, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Then he slowly kissed down my body until where his attention was needed, taking an awfully long stop at my breasts before finally ripping down my panties. Before I could even think about it, I heard myself practically beg him, "Sleep with me, Matt."

He sighed and replied, "There's nothing I'd rather do, believe me. But I don't have any protection now, I didn't, you know, want to be tempted before you were ready." Damn, that man was driving me insane. But somehow, I also found it kind of sweet that he didn't want to use me that way. And I mean, he was a God with his hands and tongue, too, so who was I to complain?

Without further ado, he shoved two fingers inside of me, causing me to gasp. He then finally lowered his head and began to make me feel wonderful, until I couldn't hold it any longer and I finally climaxed while biting my pillow hard to keep me from screaming. He cleaned me off and pulled me closer to cuddle, but I had other plans. "This time, you're not getting away," I chuckled before unbuttoning his jeans and boxers, admiring his big, long member. And that's supposed to fit some other day? I thought as I took him deep into my mouth.

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God, I think I'm the happiest person alive. Seriously, thank you, I silently prayed as I lay closely cuddled to naked Matt, who had his eyes closed and breathed deeply. With him, it didn't seem awkward. I didn't care how many girls he had and how many of them probably did a better job than me, he made me feel good and comfortable and... loved.

“Matt?” “Mhmm?” he mumbled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. “We should get up now, there’s still so much to see,” I suggested, even though I didn’t really want to leave the bed. Ever. “Sounds good,” he commented before reaching for his pants and t-shirt, getting dressed again. I hope I’ll get many more moments like this with him, I thought happily as I watched him slip his shirt back onto his toned, tattooed body.

“So, Matt, where do you want to go? There are tons of possibilities in Montreal,” I asked, suddenly anxious to just decide without asking him. I didn’t want him to be bored or think he didn’t have any say in what we’re doing. “How about some shopping?” Matt asked. Yeah, I could totally use some new clothes, I thought. But wait, it’s M Shadows we’re talking about, he’s probably just joking.

“Sure,” I chuckled, “but now for real, what do you wanna do?” It was only then that I realized he was completely serious. “I wanna buy you things, love,” he rasped before pulling me into a tight hug. I deeply inhaled his unique scent. Since his aftershave had already faded away, it was 100% pure eau de Shadows, in a good way. I believe there's nothing better than the smell of someone you care about, nothing.

At college, I learned tons of things about first impressions and how the human smell (not the aftershave or the sweat or anything, but the pure human smell) affects our brains and quickly tricks us into deciding whether or not we like this person, and that was the moment I realized all of it was true. No wonder why in German, you can say "Ich kann ihn gut riechen", which literally translate into "I can smell him well" instead of "I like him".

“I don’t want you to buy me things…,” I began embarrassedly, but he shut me up with a sweet kiss. He pulled away after a while, keeping his forehead pressed to mine and staring me into my eyes. His deep, beautiful hazel orbs still made my knees weak as if I saw them for the first time. “I’m buying you things, Vicca, whether you want me to or not. And I’d rather you tell me what you like, ‘cause it’d be a real shame if I bought you stuff you don’t like,” he chuckled, seeming pleased with himself.

“God… But don’t make that a habit,” I replied, but he just grinned evilly and grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. About half an hour later we were walking down Saint-Catherine, a long road with many nice and unique boutiques. Matt kept his promise, he didn’t let me pay for any of the things I bought (I ASKED EVERY TIME!). Also, he didn’t let me look at the price tags before trying something on, and when I said I didn’t want something because I thought it was too expensive, he noticed and got it anyway. At the end of the day he’d spent a little over $1000. He himself got a couple of “normal” t-shirts and flannels, but most of his money was, indeed, spent on me.

Him spending his money on me made me uncomfortable, but in a way also flattered. I knew there was nothing to worry about since he probably had more money than he could ever spend in his entire life, but… Anyway, I planned to make it up to him at dinner – and maybe even after it…

Notes

hey guys, I'm finally back from my vacation :)

and since I got a couple of private messages asking me: the girl in the description (picture of Vicky) is a girl I know from tumblr, those who asked got her link but I don't want to share it publicly.

Things still look kind of good for Matt and Vicky. Are they on their road to a relationship? What do you guys think?