CAT'S POV

"You'll do what?" Jimmy stared at me in disbelief. "Yeah, you heard me. I'm going to the Seychelles with Matt." Jimmy swallowed hesitantly. "Knowing Matt he'll probably be fucking moody the whole time. Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you could still go to Vegas with us, I even got a spare bed in my room," he offered, but I just couldn't.

I needed to take Matt up on his offer. I needed to get out of the States, if only just once. "Jimmy, I've never even been to another country. Well yes, Canada, but that doesn't even count. That one time Europe trip with Mr. Douchebag, but that's not enough. You guys have seen the world, but I'm stuck here forever. I've never even been to Hawaii yet, and it's so close. Matt's paying, and if I don't go, he's paying anyway. Don't worry, Jimbo, I got this," I reassured him.

"Alright," he finally replied, "but if he's grumpy all day, make sure to kick his ass twice. One for me, one for you." Jimmy was such a lovely dork sometimes. Oh believe me, Jimbo, I'm going to enjoy every second on those beautiful islands, and I'm going to make Matt enjoy them as well. And when he comes home, he'll be good as new.


After lunch with Jimmy, I swung by Matt's to see how he was doing. I found him on the floor, sleeping. God, what is this doing to him? I knew he barely sleeps, but I didn't realize it was so bad. Gently, I tugged at his shirt. Immediately, his hand enclosed mine. He moaned, half-asleep.

"Val, not now, I'm so tired." Shit, bad idea. He was still firmly holding my hand, pressing it to his chest. I need my hand. And I need to move him to the bed. "Matt," I pressed, "Matty." He mumbled, "I love it when you call me Matt." Did I ever call him something else? Or wait, does he still think I'm Val? "Wake up," I whispered, removing my hand from his. "

Val, come cuddle," he said and reached out for me. Gosh, seriously? We're not even that similar.
Before I realized what happened, he had pulled me onto him, so that I was laying on his stomach, facing him. Damn, he's stronger than I thought. "Matt fucking Sanders, wake up and let me go," I ranted and he opened one eye. His peaceful, sleepy expression turned to guilt, and he started to look like a school boy caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

"Shit, Cat," he said. Yeah cool Matt, now please open up your arms. "Matt, I think you should lie down in your bed, not on the cold kitchen floor. And by the way, please let me go," I said and ran my fingers through his hair.

He worried me sometimes. Like when he went 50 hours without sleep just to finish the lyrics for that song Jimmy wrote, Afterlife, and almost drowned "refreshing himself" in the swimming pool. "Oh yeah, sure," he said, his cheeks turning red. Now let me go will you?

"Matt?" I asked. Why are you still holding me? "It's just... It feels so good to touch someone, smell someone... Would... Would you sleep with me?" he bit his lip, obviously regretting his proposition. What the fuck man, do you think I'm some kind of prostitute-substitute? Oh nice neologism Cat, well played. But now fucking focus!

Matt seemed to sense my anger. "Cat, I'm sorry, that came out all wrong. I meant that in the most innocent way ever. I meant just sleep next to me. Just for an hour or two. It's so hard to fall asleep alone when you're used to someone's heavy, hard head making your arm numb."

I couldn't help but giggle at his choice of words, but i quickly stopped when I saw the sorrow in his puffy red eyes. I know I'm way too nice to people, and my compassion will be the end of me someday. "Okay Matt, but no funny business." I just hoped I wouldn't regret my decision.

Matt took awkwardly long to change into his sweatpants and then we went to his bed. Well, the guest room actually. I mean, I could totally understand why he didn't want to go to his bedroom with me. We both lied down on our backs side to side and I placed my head on his arm and crossed my arms over my chest.

Besides that, we didn't touch or cuddle or anything. We knew it was some kind of symbiosis, not more and not less. Just a friend helping a friend. It didn't take Matt long to fall asleep like this, and I pulled out my phone and took a couple of pictures of his extremely sexy (cough cough, irony) sleepy face and then surfed the web.


MATT'S POV

I'm going insane. I'm really thinking about screwing Cat just for the sake of it. And I'm feeling so bad about it. I'm sure it's just because I'm lonely and underfucked, but why, why do I have a fucking boner right now?

Cat just woke me up and for a split second, I really thought it was Val. That was before I took her hand. There was no way I'd ever forget the way her hand felt in mine. It wasn't smooth and manicured like Val's, but marked by her occasional work as a dishwasher, and her skin had harder bits from where she held golf clubs or even weights at the gym.
I didn't know what I thought when I pulled her onto me and continued to pretend to think she was Val. I didn't think at all, that was probably it.

All I knew was that when I did open my eyes, I was so turned on it wasn't even funny anymore. My dick immediately sprung to life and I prayed to God she didn't notice. I wanted so much to let her go, but I couldn't. It was as if my arms didn't obey to my brain. It just felt so good, so right to hold her, no, to hold someone.

It wasn't about Cat, it was about anyone, right? My mouth, again, operated on its own when it asked Cat to sleep with me. Do you guys know what a Freudian slip is? It's when you say something you didn't want to say, but you actually mean it. Kinda screwed up brain fart thing. I never thought it actually existed, until this happened to me.

What the fuck, Sanders? Get your shit together. There's no way you're screwing her. Don't endanger that friendship just because you want to get laid. I quickly corrected myself, telling her I only meant having her head on my arm, but I could tell she wasn't buying it.

Suddenly, I felt sad. What was up with me? For the second time in a week, I thought about getting intimate with my best friend. And I could lie to myself all I wanted to, but I didn't feel bad about it.

Was I turning into one of those stone-hearted assholes who'd just do anything to get a piece of ass? Did Val make me this way or was I already like this, and she just suppressed it? I didn't know what I expected by asking Cat to join me in bed, but when she said yes, I knew that that definitely wasn't what I expected.


I knew I couldn't trust myself around her. I told her I had to shower and get changed, but in fact, as soon as I closed the bathroom door behind me, I started stroking my painfully hard member, hoping to regain control over myself once my puberty-like hunger was satisfied.

I didn't even have time to think about how wrong it was when suddenly images of Cat started entering my head as I was getting faster and faster. The mere thought of her on me, as innocent as it was earlier... If only she had been without her clothes...

Suddenly, the image of her kneeling on the floor before me, sucking me off, invaded my mind. I didn't know what was wrong with my head. Before I could get a tissue or something, I came hard and spilled my seed all over the bathroom floor, parts of it almost reached the sink on the opposite side of the room. God, Sanders, I thought as I regained my breath, what is it about this girl that makes you so attracted all of a sudden?

I quickly wiped up my mess and slipped into some sweatpants. My jeans were stained. Then I took three deep breaths before facing the inevitable. We lied down side to side, her head on my arm, nothing more.

I could tell she was doing it out of compassion and wasn't feeling too comfortable about it, but strangely, I did. Something about it felt so good, so right. I closed my eyes, almost sure I wouldn't be able to sleep, but the darkness enclosed me quickly and I drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Notes

Wow, guys! It's incredible how much positive feedback I got for the past couple of chapters! I'm trying so very hard to keep on writing, but atm I have so many things to do... Still, I'm working on it, believe me. I have so many ideas, you have no clue what's coming....


So, Cat said yes, Matt is sexually confused about her. Comments, opinions? :)

Thanks in advance. LOVE you guys x