Intoxicated

Matt couldn't take his eyes off of her as she moved around the large bathroom. Both were in just their underwear now. Of course, Matt’s plaid boxers paled in comparison to to Sam’s light pink bra and panties. It wasn’t extravagant, it wasn't even considered lingerie. And maybe that’s why Matt liked it so much, because it was sexy without trying. Just like Sam.

It was the most unclothed the two had ever seen each other. Matt tried to keep his hard on concealed, but that wasn't easy to do in just boxers. If Sam had noticed she didn't say anything. He watched her round ass peek out of the bottom of her panties. It took everything in him not to touch it, to caress her before bringing his hand down on it with a hard smack.

No way he could hide his erection now.

“Ready?” She seemed almost hesitant. Was she nervous to show him her body? She was crazy if she thought he’d do anything less than stare in admiration.

“You sure you don't want a bath?” He nodded to the large tub. “I’ll even put in bubbles.”

She would love nothing more than to soak in the tub with Matt’s hard body against hers. No way that wouldn't lead to sex.

“I think we’re better off in the shower. “ But truthfully she’d fuck him anywhere.

“Shower it is.” Sam’s jaw dropped when his boxers did. He was...impressive.

Matt moved past her and turned on the shower. He smiled at her while he waited for hot water. “Are you getting in like that?”

“No. I’m just taking in the sights.” Matt shook his hips, making certain parts of him move. Sam couldn't help but laugh.

His brows shot up in surprise when she took off her bra, revealing small, metal barbells going through each of her nipples.

“I...was not expecting that.” She giggled, her cheeks lightly blushing as she pushed her underwear down. Matt smiled at the dark patch of curls.

“I’ve never played with nipple piercings before.” His excitement was evident.

“Even with all the women you’ve slept with?” Sam knew that number was up there. That cliche about musicians was true.

“Ha ha,” he mocked with sarcasm. “I know, I was a slut.”

“If I had that,” she motioned towards his sizeable manhood, “I’d be using it too.”

“But not tonight,” he slipped into the shower, holding the glass door open for her.

“Not tonight,” she agreed while joining him. It was as if they were affirming it to not only one another, but also to themselves.

Matt stood under the hot water, letting out a groan as it soothed his cloudy head.

“You did quite a number tonight.” Sam held him still by his arms. Being drunk and closing your eyes wasn't the smartest thing to do.

“Yeah.” Opening his eyes he took in her face. Soft eyes showing her concern and love for him. She thought he was oblivious, but to him she was so easy to read.

“Do you think…”

Sam’s brow creased. “Do I think what?”

Shaking his head he decided to keep his mouth shut. “Nothing.”

She knew it was something but decided not to press it. She had a feeling it had something to do with his divorce or his wife. And those were two of the last things she wanted to talk about right now.

Grabbing his body wash, she poured it on a washcloth and soaped it up. “Let me help you.”

Matt came out from under the water. He watched her as she ran the washcloth over his shoulder, down his arm, and across his chest to do the other. He felt his cock throb when she got to his stomach, skipping his groan and going to his legs.

Torture. Pure torture.

“Turn.” He did as instructed and Sam cleaned the back of him. His cock twitched as she ran the cloth over his butt.

“Okay, rinse off.”

He went back under the water, turning just in time to watch Sam soap herself. His mouth watered as she touched her perfect tits, running her hands over her curvy hips.

Jesus, she was going to kill him.

“You are so beautiful.” She was surprised, not expecting the compliment. “Watching you...I can't even put it into words.”

“That might be because of the alcohol,” she smiled.

“Maybe a little,” he laughed. “But I always think you're beautiful.”

“Such a suck up, Matthew.” Setting the washcloth down, she moved to go under the water but Matt stopped her.

He knew tonight wasn't the night for them to have sex but he couldn't completely resist her. Gently, he pushed her against the wall. She saw the look in his eyes, his head leaning in.

“Matt,” she put her hands on his chest, turning her head.

Denied.

“I don't think I’ve ever been rejected before,” he stepped back. “It sucks.”

“No, Matt,” she didn't mean to bruise his ego. “I could get drunk on your breath with all the alcohol you’ve had. You also puked in the elevator and haven't brushed your teeth.”

He laughed out of embarrassment. “Not my finest moment.”

Sam rinsed herself and shut off the shower. “I’m sure you've done worse.”

“Yeah, but not in front of you.”

Sam rolled her eyes as she handed Matt a towel. The two quickly dried off. The shower sobered Matt up a good bit, but he was still drunk. Now he was drunk and tired.

“Do you have a t-shirt I could sleep in?” She didn't have a change of underwear or clothes and she knew sleeping with Matt while naked would be dangerous.

“They’re in the suitcase on the couch. Pick whichever one you want. I’m going to brush my teeth.” Sam stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He appreciated it.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone?”

“I think I can stand without falling over now.”

Knowing he was okay, Sam went back into the main room. Going to Matt’s suitcase she grabbed the first t-shirt she saw and slipped it on. His scent engulfed her. She tidied up the bed a bit before climbing in and snuggling the sheets. Matt came out of the bathroom, his face red from the alcohol.

“I’m so tired,” he yawned as he searched for boxers. He used to sleep nude, but after years of having to get up in the middle of the night with kids he learned it was easier to sleep with something on. Plus it provided a little bit of a barrier between himself and Sam.

“Bed is nice and cozy for you,” she patted the spot next to her.

“Aren't your friends going to worry about you?” That was how he got her here after all.

“No, I got my own room and told them I wasn't feeling well. If anything they would just call or text me.”

Matt was a little disappointed. Part of him hoped she had told her friends about him but he knew she wouldn't. Turning off the lights, he moved closer to her.

“Is it okay to cuddle?” He didn't want to do anything to make her uncomfortable.

“Sure.” Just cuddle, she told herself.

“I want to be the little spoon.” Sam giggled as Matt scooted down so his head laid on her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. Her hand went to his hair, running her fingers across the short, fuzziness.

“That feels good.” If she kept that up he’d be asleep in no time.

“Do you want to take some Tylenol?” She knew he’d be in hell tomorrow.

“Already did after I brushed my teeth.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence. Matt listened to the lull of her breathing while Sam’s thoughts wandered aimlessly.

“Can I ask you something?” Sam’s eyes shot open at Matt’s voice. She thought he had fallen asleep.

“Of course.”

He moved, sitting up on his elbow and looking down at her. “I like doing this with you. Being close like this.”

It wasn't a question, but she figured maybe he was getting there. “Me too.”

“I want to do this with you more often, and not just while I’m on tour.” Sam was quiet, not knowing what to say. “I know a big reason why you've kept your distance is because of what I'm going through, but what happens once the divorce is over?”

Again Sam didn't know how to answer. Had she thought about it? Yes, she’d fantasized about her and Matt being together. But she scolded herself every time, telling herself it wasn't going to happen.

“I don't think we’re friends just because of the divorce.”

He had to be blunt now. “You know I want something more than friendship with you.”

She bit on her lip out of nervousness. “Matt, I don't want to risk our friendship by adding sex to it.”

“I don't mean friends with benefits.” He had rendered her speechless again. Sam had daydreamed about being with him for so long that it seemed unreal.

And still she felt like a rebound.

“I don't know if that’s the best thing for you just coming out of a divorce.”

“You think you would be a rebound.” He didn't need to ask her, he already knew she was thinking it. He couldn't blame her, he’d probably feel the same if their positions were reversed. But he knew Sam wouldn't be a rebound.

“I don't think it's smart for you to jump into something so quick.” She didn't confirm his suspicions but she didn't deny them.

“Sam, you’ve been my friend for years. My marriage has been over for a long time. A divorce just takes longer to go through. You’ve been there for me, and not just for my divorce.”

Still she worried. “Maybe we should talk about this another time.”

“You flew out here to be with me. Don't act like you don't want this.”

“I never said I didn't.”

“Then stop running from me.”

“I”m not.”

“You do. Constantly. Anytime I try and take our friendship further.”

“I don't think it’s appropriate for you to do while married.”

“I’m only married because it takes forever for a divorce to finalize!” Why did she have to be so difficult.

“I think we should wait until then to talk about it. Nothing is going to happen while you're still legally married.”

He knew her mind wouldn't change. She was very strong willed. If he kept going it would result in a fight. “Fine.”

She expected him to roll over and turn his back to her. Instead he pulled her to his chest, wrapping her in his arms. There was still a slight scent of alcohol, but his warmth and scent were what filled her nose.

“Sleep,” he told her with a kiss to her forehead. She wasn't usually one to cuddle at night, but it felt so great to finally be this close to him. She had to savor it. She didn't know if it would happen again.

* * *
Loud buzzing pulled Matt from his deep sleep. Cracking his eyes open he already felt a headache. Sitting up he grabbed his buzzing phone. His wife's name scrolled across the screen. He debated not answering but knew she was probably calling so he could talk to his sons.

Sam stretched under the covers, feeling warm and surrounded by Matt. She heard him answer his phone while she rolled over.

“Yeah, I was still sleeping.” He smiled down at her, making her smile in return. What a nice way to start her day.

“I can facetime you in a few minutes so I can see them.” Sam knew who he was talking to.

Slipping from under the covers Matt watched her go to the bathroom, quietly shutting the door so it wouldn't be heard. Sam did her business then went to the sink, splashing warm water on her face. She didn't want to take any time away from Matt and his kids, so she quickly dressed into her clothes from last night. By the time she left the bathroom Matt was off the phone and sitting on the edge of the bed.

His brow knotted together when he saw her. “Going somewhere?”

“Back to my room.”

He didn't try to hide his disappointment. “Why?”

“I need to clean myself up and get some clean clothes on. And I know you want to talk to your boys.”

“You can be here while I do that.”

Sam bit on her bottom lip. “No, I shouldn't. It wouldn't feel right.”

Matt said nothing as she put the shirt she slept in on his suitcase. He would wear it today knowing it would smell like her.

“I don't have to be at the venue until way later. Will you come back once I’m off the phone?”

“I’ll have to see what my friends are doing.”

He nodded, forgetting that she wasn't here just with him. “What’s your room number?”

She hesitated. “1072. Tenth floor.”

“I’ll see you later then.” No matter what it took, he would.

“Okay,” she replied meekly.

Matt was taken by surprised when Sam kissed him. Hard. Her soft lips pressed against his. Matt’s arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. He let his tongue gently swipe her bottom lip and she opened her mouth taking him in. Her hands gripped his upper arms, going up and snaking around his neck.

Matt took a chance and let his hands run down her back to her ass, squeezing and pushing his hard cock against her. Sam moaned into his mouth before pressing her chest against his. He felt the heat coming off of her, wanted to feel her heat around him.

But just like that she pulled away.

Panting hard with swollen lips she took a step back. If they kept going no doubt they’d be back in bed.

“That was,” he caught his breath, “unexpected.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure you don't want-” His phone began vibrating again, no doubt his eager sons wanting to talk to him.

“Go,” she kissed his cheek.

“I’ll see you in a little while,” he promised as she opened the door. Sam just nodded before leaving.

She was thanking the heavens that none of his bandmates or tour crew was in the hallway. Her stomach churned the entire ride in the elevator and kept churning as she got to her room and packed her bag. She felt positively nauseous as she met her friends in the lobby.

“Feeling better?”

“Not really.” And this time she wasn't lying.

“I’m sure we can find you some meds at the airport.”

“Yeah. We better get going.”

The four friends grabbed an Uber and headed to the airport. In less than four hours she would be home. She wondered how long it would take Matt to realize she was gone.

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