Fallen

It was our last night at Big Bear after a great getaway for the five of us. The boys all seemed to really like the surprise and River seemed to like that he was able to get some time with his dad away from home. Matt had been really stressed out over finishing that one last song, so his time with his sons when he had them last week was cut a little short by the guys coming over to work on it in his basement studio. I had taken the little ones out yesterday while Matt and River had a whole day to themselves, then today we all spent the day together.

Right now, we were sitting in our cabin with a movie ready to be played on the television in the main room. A bunch of pillows and blankets were scattered on the floor for snuggles, along with a bunch of snacks. We had popcorn, Cheeze-its, trail mix and fruit snacks waiting for us. Currently, we were making s’mores as they were not only the request of Cash, but also something I really wanted.

“Stop catching it on fire,” Matt laughed as Cash’s second attempt at a marshmallow turned black from the scolding fire. “Hold it above it, bud.”

“Yeah, like this,” Carson gave an example of how to roast a marshmallow, which was also wrong.

I laughed and grabbed the stick that Carson was using, “Baby, you’re nowhere near it. It’s just going to be a warm marshmallow and not toasted. It has to at least touch a flame.”

“I can do it for them,” River beamed while blowing the flame off of his marshmallow, revealing a perfectly toasted outside.

“Have at it,” Matt pushed the bag of marshmallows and sticks over to River. I took a seat next to him and he threw an arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side, “It’s probably not the safest to have three-year-old’s playing with fire, is it?”

“No. I think we fail at parent of the year now… especially with Cash’s method,” I laughed as Cash tried once more to roast his marshmallow, standing really close to the flames. “Careful, Cashy.”

Cash looked up at me with a sheepish smile, “I give up.” He threw the stick on the ground, “River make it, please.”

“Be patient and I’ll make you two of them,” River smiled at his younger brother then asked Carson how many he wanted. I quickly answered for him, saying two was more than enough.

“I think this trip may have been your best idea thus far,” I said quietly to Matt while resting my head on his shoulder and looking at the boys. River was working on marshmallows while Cash and Carson shoved graham crackers into their mouths. “Thank you for planning this.”

I could feel Matt’s body relax as he smiled, “I’m glad you came along. It’s nice to get away for a little while. I needed this after the last two weeks of hell over that song.”

“Did you get it all figured out?” I asked while now looking up at him.

He nodded and smiled down at me, “I did. Finally. So now we just have to do some finishing touches on the album itself before it’s ready to be released. We’re planning on surprising our fans, releasing one song off of it, and then just putting the album out late at night on a random day. I want you to listen to it before we release it, though. I’d like your opinion.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, not really knowing how to react. Should I be flattered? Maybe. “I know you get the boys back on Sunday, but I was going to see if my mom could watch Carson Saturday night so I can get a little break… If you want to do something you know, just the two of us?”

“Are you hinting to me to ask you out on a date Saturday night?” Matt raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly, yes,” I laughed and gnawed on my bottom lip. We had been hanging out a lot, almost everyday, but we hadn’t really gone out on any “dates” in a while because there were always children around. “Or we could stay in. I don’t really care… I’d just like some alone time with you.”

“Let’s go out. I know exactly where I want to go,” he flashed his pearly, white teeth at me. “But you’re going to have to wear a dress. So you might want to plan your leg shaving accordingly.”

“Did you just take a jab at me?” I asked and left my jaw slack. “I am perfectly capable of alternating my schedule.”

Matt rolled his eyes playfully, “Sundays and Thursdays are hair wash, face mask days. Mondays and Fridays are shave and exfoliation days. I know your schedule and I know that on Wednesdays and Saturdays you take ten minute showers.”

“Okay, maybe we need time away from each other,” I laughed and lightly pushed his chest.

“Here, Momma. I made this for you,” Carson’s voice pulled me away from Matt. I turned to see my son standing in front of me with his hand held out, a s’more in it. “I put extra chocolate”

“Thanks, bud,” I smiled and took it from him, sinking my teeth into the warm treat. “That was very nice of you. It’s delicious.”

“I made one for you too, Dad!” Cash bounced over, handing off another s’more to Matt. “Can I have one more? Please, please, please!”

“No, because you are going to eat all of the snacks when we watch the movie and cry that your tummy hurts. You are not sleeping in the bed with me tonight, Cash,” Matt tried to reason with his son, who sat there with a pout on his face. “Why don't you two go inside and get ready for the movie?” He looked at Cash and Carson who both nodded and ran through the back door, into the cabin.

I looked at Matt with a grin, “You got something there.” I brushed my index finger over his bottom lip, wiping off the melted chocolate and sticking it in my mouth, licking it off.

“You should’ve used your tongue,” he responded, lowly and leaned forward, catching me in a short, but fiery kiss.

“Dad! Gross!” River’s voice echoed through both of our skulls and I looked over to see him sitting in the same spot, a disgusted look on his six-year-old face.

My cheeks were burning as Matt scratched the back of his neck, looking at his son with an awkward smile. “Sorry, Riv. You’re right, kissing girls is gross.”

“Really gross,” River practically shuddered before getting up from his seat. “Can you guys wait a little bit to start the movie? I want to take a shower first.”

“Of course,” I smiled at him, it growing wider when he returned it with his own. “We’ll wait for you to come down. When you go in can you make sure those two aren’t eating everything?”

He nodded and headed into the house. Matt got up once we heard the back door close and put the fire out. He collected all of the sticks, extra marshmallows (there were only about three left which I stole and ate), box of graham crackers and chocolate wrappers, throwing them into a bag. He extended his hand out to me to help me up from my spot on the ground, and when I got up he threw his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. A small kiss was pressed on the top of my head before we untangled ourselves and walked into the house.

I felt my limp, sleeping body get scooped up into muscular arms and fluttered my eyes open to see Matt carrying me toward the bedroom we had been sharing. I laughed quietly to myself as I remembered the conversation he had with the boys when we first started having sleepovers and sleeping in the same bed, saying that Matt slept next to me to make sure I didn’t have any nightmares. For a rockstar, he was a total dork.

“I know you’re awake,” Matt said quietly as he placed me on the bed, a dimpled smile on his face as he looked down at me. “You were out like a light within a half hour. River actually got the boys to bed while I cleaned up. Then you missed the whole conversation he had with me about how gross it is that we kiss.”

I shook my head with a laugh, “Poor kid. Didn’t help that you told me to use my tongue to get it off you.”

“I forgot he was there!” Matt threw his arms up and pulled his shirt off of him, revealing his colorful torso. “Two years ago he was trying to kiss girls on the playground and constantly staring at boobs, now the thought of a girl makes him want to throw up. I don't think I ever went though that stage. I think I stared at boobs my whole life.”

“Yeah, Cash has a hard time keeping his eyes on mine if I’m wearing anything but a crewneck. Always wondered where he got that from,” I rolled my eyes. “River will get over it. I think it’s pretty normal for kids to go through that. Carson’s starting to push me away when I give him kisses because he thinks it’s gross. Maybe you were the weird kid that was obsessed with women.”

Matt pulled his joggers off his legs and stood in front of me in just a pair of navy briefs, “Probably so. I literally remember throughout school, staring at my p.e. teacher’s boobs bouncing during gym class. According to my mom I would do the same thing when I was young and we’d go to the park. And the guys wondered why I never got excited over fake tits the way they did back when we were younger. They just don’t have the same bounce to them.”

I cackled, taking in all of his words as he stood in front of me, his hands on his hips and his brows furrowed as he recollected old memories of women’s breasts. “And here, I thought you were an ass man.”

“Oh, I am,” he looked at me with a grin. “I’ll take a nice booty over most other things, any day… but that has to have a nice bounce to it, too.”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up, ready to change out of my clothes and into something comfortable to wear for bed as well. “Can you imagine if girls had this conversation? I like a guy who rests his dick on his thigh so I can see the imprint through his jeans.” I tried to talk in the same tone that Matt was talking in, but failing at it.

He chuckled, “I wouldn’t doubt that you have those conversations. I’ve caught you staring at my package and ass multiple times when I’m in sweatpants and joggers. I mean, most women prefer to stare at my sculpted arms, beautiful eyes and adorable dimples, but obviously you’re more of a dick girl.”

“I hate you,” I threw my bra at him after unclasping it, a laugh escaping my lips as it hit him in the face. “You just so happen to have a huge penis that is very visible when you’re wearing sweatpants. It’s kind of hard to not let it catch your eye.”

“And you just so happen to have the best and bounciest boobs and butt I’ve ever seen,” Matt said while quickly making strides toward me, pushing me backwards and onto the bed. He straddled me with my hands above my head as I smiled up at him. “I’m a little more respectful than you, though. I prefer to stare at your gorgeous face than your other assets any day of the week.”

His lips came down on mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues wasting no time entering each others mouths. The mix of his words and actions made me feel like I was sixteen and discovering what it felt like to have butterflies again. The more time we spent together, the better both of us got at the dating game again. It wasn’t the awkward struggle anymore, we knew each other and knew what to say and do. It didn’t even seem like I was the only one he actually “dated” other than Val anymore, he was slowly becoming a professional at making my knees weak.

A sad sigh escaped my lips as Matt lifted his off my own, but then a low moan emitted from my throat as his lips traveled down my neck and toward my collarbone. We had sworn that we wouldn’t have sex on this trip, not with all of the boys here. This was their weekend, not ours, and we didn’t doubt that they could hear everything through the walls. Matt lightly nibbled on my collarbone while squeezing my hands in his before leaning back up, rubbing his chest against mine and kissing my lips again lightly.

“Have I told you recently that I’m crazy about you?” he smiled while climbing off of me.

I stood up next to him and pulled my jeans off, kicking them elsewhere on the floor. “I’m crazy about you too, dork," I hit his hip with mine as I walked over to his duffle bag, grabbing the shirt he was wearing earlier in the day and slipping it over my head.

Notes

They're so cute together.
If only Matt would grow some balls and allow them to be cute together ALL THE TIME.
Maybe that will happen soon, maybe not.
We'll see.

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Let me know how you like this chapter!
I tried to make it more fun.