Yours - George Daniel

yours - george daniel

(mdni) thank you anon for this request i had a SPECTACULAR time with this i hope i did it justice!!

warnings: 18+, semi-public unprotected sex, degradation, praise, jealousy, bratting, slight exhibitionism

It starts the way it always does: teasing. You don’t think you've taken your eyes off George once since he left your side, always ready with a smirk or sly wink when he catches your gaze.  He’s talking to some indie darling or other, a pretty girl, really, but you can see her hand practically white-knuckling his bicep from across the room. She smiles too big and laughs too hard and you hate her, just a little bit. You can’t stop her — you have no reason to. George isn’t yours, not really. The two of you fuck. It’s not exclusive, there’s no strings, but you’re starting to realise you might have let him in one too many times, let him jam something in the door to your heart; you can’t lock it back up when he leaves anymore.

 George locks eyes with you, expression pleading, and you suppress a victorious grin and delicately lift a shoulder in his direction. This is a game you play; he loves it when you get jealous, though neither of you would admit it. You want him all to yourself, want to march over there and prise that girl’s fingers off him, demand that he never so much as look at another girl. But that would be losing, which you’re not in the habit of, so you swallow your bitter fury and wash it down with a long sip of sweet wine, staring intensely at him over the rim of your glass. The girl goes on tiptoes to whisper something to him, and he stoops low to listen, two blonde heads bending together conspiratorially. Worse, he laughs in response, not a polite, awkward chuckle, but a genuine laugh. And he doesn’t look back at you afterwards.

You drain the rest of your wine and set the glass back on the table with a too-loud thud. Making your excuses to the director? producer? you’ve been chatting with, you stroll across the room, feigned casualness becoming harder to maintain with every step. The self-congratulatory smirk on his face as you approach is aggravating. He’s won and he knows it.

“Well, hello, love. I was wondering when I’d get to chat to you,” he says, hugging you from the side and letting his hand linger low on your waist for just a moment longer than he should. “Was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he adds, voice heavy with meaning, dripping with the unsaid.

“You know I can’t keep away from you for too long,” you grin, trailing a finger down his chest. It’s hot in here, his shirt unbuttoned as much as it’s acceptable, giving you the tiniest preview of the toned chest you know so well. The other girl hasn’t said a word, but she’s still lingering, her presence an unwelcome stain on the moment blossoming around the two of you, both curbing your tongues for her benefit. “Come on, I need a refill. We can catch up at the bar.” You phrase it like a suggestion, but he knows from the way your nails dig into his arm through his suit jacket that it’s a command. He leads you away and you shoot the girl a warning glare as you go for good measure.

“You look incredible,” he murmurs low in your ear, splaying a hand at your waist. The warmth of his palm radiates through you, some Pavlovian response to the simple feel of his fingers on your skin making you suppress a shudder. 

“Thank you, darling. I guess you’re alright,” you tease. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Fine, you’re fucking gorgeous.” You wander over to the bar, and you let him order for the pair of you. He knows what you like, anyway. Probably better than any man on Earth.

You still keep your eyes averted, though, because you knows as soon as you meet his eyes, he’ll say, “You really didn’t want me talking to her, huh?”

You roll your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, please. You were begging me to get rid of her. Besides, tiny, pretty little thing like her? She couldn’t have handled you.” You shrug. The bartender sets two glasses of wine in front of you, one red, one white, and he takes a long sip before replying.

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll never know, now. You dragged me out of there before I could even get her name.” Smug satisfaction courses through you — you’ve got your claws firmly hooked into him, at least for tonight. You bite back the reply of ‘Good. Forget her. Forget them all,’ that springs to your lips. You’re cool, you remind yourself. You’re relaxed and chill, and you can do casual. You’re not that cliché girl who falls in love with her fuckbuddy.

He runs a finger along the edge of your jaw, dipping down to play with your necklace. “My eyes are up here, darling,” you tell him, his warm hands nauseatingly close to your traitorous, beating heart. It thuds harder, calling out to him. You pray he can’t tell that if he wanted to crack your ribs, reach in and pluck your heart from its place in your chest, that you would let him. You wouldn’t even resist.

“I know what I’m looking at,” he says. “God, you can see everything through this dress.” He raises his other hand, knuckles grazing your nipple accidentally-on-purpose, and tucks a flyaway piece of hair behind your ear.

You swallow a moan, leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts on your face. He tilts your chin up with a thumb, parting his lips in expectation. “You’re a fucking cock-tease bitch,” you murmur with a scowl, startling him into a laugh; that endearing, high pitched cackle that shakes his shoulders near-violently. “Where the fuck do you get off, flirting with her just to piss me off? Touching me like that in public?”

One of his hands glides down to the thigh-high slit in your dress, thumbing over the skin there. Electricity races from the point his fingers touch your skin, so close to where you want them and yet miles and miles away. “You wanna play, baby? Let’s play,” you breathe, gripping his neck and crashing your lips together. It’s harsh, messy, an explosion of lips and teeth and tongues sliding together. You pull back, biting hard at his lower lip just to feel the flesh tear beneath your teeth. To leave your mark on him so that when he kisses the next girl, the sting reminds him of you.

“You’re fucking wild,” he hisses, tongue flicking over your bite mark.

You shrug. “Don’t piss me off next time.” You pat his chest and lean past him to pick up your wine glass, brushing deliberately against him. “Come find me when you’re ready to get out of here. And you’re not gonna like what I do if you try it on with one more bitch in front of my face,” you promise, turning your back to him and taking a few calculated steps away before throwing him a glance over your shoulder.

“Oh, and George? Can I tell you a secret? I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He freezes and you give a self-satisfied grin. Your victory is short-lived, though, his hand shooting out to catch you by the wrist as you try to walk away. He tugs you back towards him, and you obey easily. There was never any question that you would, really. “You’re not fucking going anywhere,” he hisses in your ear. “Come with me,” he orders, keeping your wrist in a vice-like grip as he drags you out of the room. He doesn’t look at you once the whole time he stalks down the corridor, the only sound your heels clicking against the tile as you struggle to keep pace with him.

George crowds you into a bathroom, attacking your lips the moment the door slams closed. You barely register the quiet click of the lock, letting him flip you so your back is against the door and pin your arms above your head. The second he frees your mouth you moan, trying to squirm away from his lips against your neck and collarbones, but he holds you fast. He dips his head into the valley between your breasts, licking at the skin there. “I love your fucking tits,” he says, mouthing wetly over the fabric that covers your nipple.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you sigh, voice full of false bravado that can’t cover how weak his touch makes you. “Get on with it, or people are going to notice we’re missing,”

“Greedy girl,” George chastises, but his eyes shine with want and his hard cock presses against you through his trousers. He steps back, and your whole body mourns the loss of his skin against yours, aching for him. “Bend over for me, baby,” he orders, a bolt of lust striking you. He knows acutely that all he has to do is tack on for me? and you’ll do whatever he asks. You lean over the sink, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he lowers his head to kiss your bare back. It’s soft, intimate, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s handling you. It adds fuel to the sickening flare of hope deep in your chest that gutters and gutters but never goes out. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?” He’s gentle, all of a sudden, gathering your dress in one fist and pulling it to the side. You gasp, your cunt fluttering in the cool air, and George grins.

“Come on, just fuck me,” you groan, rocking your bare cunt against him, the friction from the fabric of his clothes burning your clit deliciously. Your breath fogs up the mirror, the tap presses uncomfortably between your breasts and the corner of the counter cuts into your thighs. You hardly feel any of it, singularly focused on the man behind you. He removes his steadying hand from your hip, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers and boxers down just enough to release his cock. You contort your body, twisting to look over your shoulder at him, his cock red and dripping, begging for you. He still looks so put together, crisp and elegant in his suit, his reflection immaculate above you. You look even more wanton by comparison, hair tumbling over your shoulders and lipstick smeared across your chin. Desperate, hot desire drips out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Beg for it,” he orders, and you’re too far gone to feel embarrassed. He slides a hand between your legs, just barely grazing at your clit. “Oh, God, George, please fuck me,” you moan, mind-wiping pleasure licking from where he toys gently with your swollen bud. “Shit, I need it. Nobody fucks me like you, baby. It’s you, it’s you, it’s always you,” you gasp, biting down on your lower lip before you let slip another incriminating admission.

He swipes a finger across your cunt, dipping teasingly into your entrance and pulling away before you can even react. He licks your arousal off his finger, both of you moaning softly. “Wish we had enough time for me to eat that sweet little pussy. Always so fucking wet for me. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you need,” he promises. You watch him reach into his pocket for a condom and shake your head wildly. “Oh, my dirty girl,” he murmurs, interest colouring his tone. My, your heart gets caught on. My, my, my. My girl. The words ricochet in your skull, bashing against your brain, denting it, leaving it bent out of shape with enough room for George to shove his way in and stay firmly glued there. “You want it raw?”

You nod desperately. “Want it fast. Hard. Dirty,” you plead. “Come on, baby. Ruin me.” At that, he can’t stay teasingly out of your reach any longer, guiding himself to your dripping entrance and thrusting into you in one fluid motion. You’re full so fast you’re practically choking on him, biting down hard to keep a scream at bay. You marvel every time at how well he fits inside you; your body feels made for him. Coherent thought escapes you, euphoria twining through all of your limbs at once.

He paws at your tit with the hand not holding your dress, pinching your nipple cruelly and sending a shock of pleasure-pain spiralling through you. His thrusts are quick but measured, exercising a control that you can’t even begin to fathom as you cling to the edge of the sink for dear life. Your thighs bash against the counter, but you can’t even begin to care. The only thing you know now is George. His hand digging into your waist, nails biting at your flesh, sharp pinpricks drawing a constellation of pleasure in your skin. You’ll be glad, tomorrow, to have the marks, the physical evidence of this encounter, proof of the ownership you feel over him.

“Is someone in there?” somebody calls from outside. You freeze. George only laughs, low and breathy in your ear, teasing, taunting.

“Well? Is someone here, baby?” he whispers, fucking into you again as he speaks.

You choke back a whimper, thrill stealing up your spine at the prospect of getting caught. Someone is right there. If they decide to open the door, there’s no hiding the dirty display you and George are putting on. Being seen like this, bent over, stuffed full of him and begging for more should be humiliating, but inexplicably you almost want to be caught. Maybe, if those girls out there could see how perfectly you fit, how well you fuck him, they’d leave him alone.

“Yeah, I’m in here,” you choke out, clapping a hand to your mouth to stifle a moan when George rolls your clit between his fingers, hot euphoria dripping down your spine. “I’ll— I’ll probably be a second!” you manage, his teasing fingers not giving you even a moment to breathe. Footsteps recede from behind the door and you breathe a sigh of relief, letting a string of suppressed whines and curses fall from your lips. Before you can chastise him, he perfectly hits that spot inside of you and you scream out, mind going blank from pleasure.

He groans. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby. My sweet girl, stretching so pretty around my cock.” You whimper, widening your legs to draw him in deeper. George lifts your head up by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he commands. “Look at my pretty girl, falling apart for me.” Your soupy mind latches onto that my again, that little word choking you as effectively as if he had wrapped his hands around your throat. “Made to take my cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Tell me you’re mine,” you gasp, so, so full of him.

“What?” he manages between pants, hips never slowing from their brutal pace. Your skin slaps together, wet, sopping sounds ringing through the small room.

“Fuck, George, just say you’re mine. You don’t even have to mean it,” you coax, moaning low in your throat when his fingers brush your clit. “Come on, baby. Who else do you get it this good from? You know you own my fucking pussy. Let me pretend I get something back,”

He stills for a split second, as though your words cut through the fog of lust swirling between you. Another girl might not have even noticed, but you know every motion he makes inside and out. A broken beat in his perfect rhythm means everything to you. He leans down, slow and deliberate. “I’m yours,” George whispers, and you can’t hide your physical reaction, how good it feels to hear those words. Your blood turns to syrup, heart beating deadly fast to keep it pumping through your organs. “Does it feel good when I say that?” You nod wildly. “I know it does. I can feel what that does for you. I’m yours, baby. Yours, all yours. As long as you’re mine,” he croons, breath hot and sticking in your ears. He’s ruining you. You won’t ever be able to lay under another man without thinking of him, of this.

“I’m yours, George, you know that. Ugh, fuck, I’m getting close.” You slip a hand between your legs, both of you rolling circles on your clit. Tantalising pleasure builds and builds, churning in your gut, setting your body alight. George doesn’t let up, words failing the pair of you, grunts and moans dripping off his tongue in the place of gratifying words. Pleasure coils in your belly, winding tighter and tighter, dragging you ever closer to your high.

One final thrust and you fall apart, unspooling under his quick, clever fingers. Euphoria seeps into your bones, sticky heat keeping you glued to George. Your toes curl in your shoes, your legs shake, unsteady on your feet. He fucks you through your orgasm, stroking your flushed skin as his thrusts become more erratic. You cry out something that could be his name, rocking your hips, half retreating from overstimulation and half chasing his orgasm. You squeeze your cunt around him and he comes with a shout, his body loosening against you, his hand dropping from your hip to catch himself on the counter. He spills inside you as your name spills from his lips, smooth and sweet on his tongue. He pants, hips resting against yours, and catches your eye in the mirror with a smile.

“Fuck,” he mutters, grinning tiredly. He pulls out of you with a sickening squelch, cleaning up as best as he can in the bathroom sink and tucking himself away. You stand upright slowly, clutching your abused muscles.

“Fuck is right,” you reply, wincing as you feel his cum trickling out of you. “I think you’ve shattered my hipbones, darling.” You adjust your dress, crumpled where George had it clutched in his fist.

“You love it,” he fires back. You shrug, tipping your head in acknowledgement. “Sit up here for me, love,” he says, patting the counter. You balance on the edge and let George fuss over you for a moment, cleaning you up as gently as possible, plying you with soft kisses when you whimper and squirm away, oversensitive. This is always the worst part of your hookups — he takes such good care of you after, and for those few minutes, you feel what it would be like to be really his. You stand on shaky legs and try to breathe some life back into your body, try to reel your mutinous heart back in.

“Shit,” you hiss, registering your reflection in the mirror. You look utterly fucked, hair wild, dress ruined, makeup smeared, chest heaving. “I can’t go back out there like this,” you complain, swatting at him when he smirks. Of course, he still looks completely put together, composed as if he wasn’t crying out your name and cumming mere minutes ago.

It takes a minute, but you manage to wrangle your hair into submission and scrub the lipstick stains from your face. There isn’t a lot you can do for your dress, though. Your thighs burn every time you take a step, and your bare cunt is desperately sore. George swats you on the ass and follows you out of the bathroom. Matty catches your eye as you slink guiltily back into the party, shooting you a wicked smirk. You can’t help but love him, even if it does mean everyone in this room is going to know your business by night’s end.

“Hey,” George says, still keeping a supportive arm around your waist. “If you really want me, I’m yours,”

Your pulse speeds, your tender heart smashing against your ribs, bruising to a pulp. “Can you repeat that?” you manage.

“I’m yours, love. As long as you’re mine,” he promises, taking you by the waist and staring deep into your eyes. You’ve always wondered whether he could read your thoughts with that look, and now you have your answer. Stretching up on tiptoes, you sling your arms around his neck and catch him in a long, sweet kiss. You link a finger around his.

“Yours. All yours,”

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This is the very latest chapter of my fanfic I've only posted a snippet of the beginning then this but its jus teasers if people want read the whole thing just le me know

This part gives me "Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You" vibes and I love it so darn much

Matty's POV

I slept through the night again, I can't really confirm wether my dreams were good or bad but I slept and I feel great. It's a bit cold since I didn't sleep with much on so I pull my blanket around me George is still there fast asleep bless him , I know he'll have to be awake soon enough but I don't want to wake him up he's so pretty just asleep although there's not much of it his hair is draped across the pillow and he's pretty much holding the duvet too his chin so sweet. Right on que Lou comes bouldering into my room "oh your awake today". I sit up and rub my eyes the room is still a little bit blurry as I've just woken up

"Yeh sweet one I'm awake but we have to be quiet , Matty's friend is sleeping okay" as I tell him we have to be quiet I put my finger to his lips indicating that we have to shush. He then climbs onto my bed and sits on my legs like he's sitting on my knees "how are you this morning kiddo ?" . I ask him as I pull him into a hug.

He settles into my hug and plays with the hair on the nape of my neck "I'm still a little bit sleepy, but I've got school don't I?", he turns to look at my screen and looks at me pointing to the screen "who's that ?"

"That's just Maffu's friend George" , I smile at him still just laying there , then look at Louis I ruffle his hair he looks a little confused but what can you say he's a kid "what's up kid?"

"Why did you just call him if he's sleepin ?", A childs innocence is so lovely to me. Not understanding the world fully.

"We were talking last night and we just feel asleep that's all kiddo, but Maffu has to get dressed for school now, do you want my help getting you ready or can you do it like a big boy ?"

"Can you help ?" , I ruffle his hair and hug him into me a little again and let him go to get his uniform , while he's away I quickly find a T-shirt to put on before he comes back. He comes back a few moments later with his uniform bundled in his arms, he's so grown up I can't deal with it

"Come on then, come ere, did you brush your teeth?" , he looks at me and smiles , which is a tell tale sign that he hasn't yet but will try to say he has, I know that trick to well im the king of that one "Come on Maffu will do it with you" . I take his uniform and place it on my bed, lift him up and take him to my bathroom , I keep a toothbrush in my en-suite for him because he does like to do his with me sometimes, he gets his little stool and drags it over to the sink so he can see in the mirror when he brushes. He's like me he likes to watch himself no matter what he's doing. "What do we need first?", I know what we need obviously but I'm helping him learn.

"We need toothpaste silly", he stretches over the sink and grabs the toothpaste and our brushes and hands me mine, "it's got to be only a little bit though not to much only small" . He's so cute, I put the toothpaste onto his brush and then my own . He then starts brushing and I join in. I watch him brush while I do, I can't believe how grown up he's gotten, he's so little still but sooo grown up and it makes me want to cry. We brush for the amount of time your supposed to then we rinse again obviously.

" want me to brush your hair too". I pick up my brush and the gel but he shakes his head and jumps down from the stool and pushes it back into the corner

"Mummy doesn't brush my hair until after I'm dressed Maffu". That would make sense, he runs back throough to my room as I follow after him, He stands awkwardly waiting for me. I begin to get him dressed trousers first and he stops me before I do up his button. "I can do it" , I let him do it for himself , next is his polo shirt and he does the same again I get it on for him and he does up his own buttons, then he pulls his jumper on. Arghh that's my little brother right there he's so smart. "You can brush my hair now , can you make it like yours?" . We trundle back through to my bathroom and I start brushing his hair making sure there's no tiny knots in it , and then rub in a little bit of gel and slick it back a little bit, It can't be exactly like mine as he's got a full head of hair mine is a mullet but I try

"Is that good for you", he's smiling in the mirror so I can tell he's happy with it , he then spots my glasses on the sink where I left them yesterday and he puts them on. I smile at him, there too big for him so they keep sliding down but he persists. "Take a picture" I quickly grab my phone from the bedroom making sure we haven't woken George up but he's still sound asleep it's nearly 7 so assume he will be soon. I open Snapchat and take a picture of us in the mirror , he's standing with his tongue out and making the little rocker kid sign his hands they are so small my god, I save it and let him see "yes I like it"

"I like it too kid , should we send it too daddy, for when he gets to work"

"And show mummy, can I show mummy?"

"In a moment yeh" , I send it to George captioned "Morning from us G", I then select the picture again in my memories and give it to him so he can go show Mum. This will give me sometime to get myself ready, I hop into the shower after I strip down and give myself a quick clean up washing the events of yesterday off of me and relaxing in the heat, I only take about ten minutes because I'm sure Louis will be back anytime soon, then I wrap a towel around myself after getting out , I hear an alarm going off in my room must be George. I'll let him wake before I go see him so I do my hair brushing it to get all the knots out I have far more knots in mine than Louis did, mine is much curlier than his. I spray myself with some deodorant and some aftershave then look in my cupboard for my contacts but I can't seem to find them "oh well, I'll just ave to wear my glasses", I pad through to my room pulling out some clean boxers and some clean trousers and pull them on then I decide it's finally time to go see George , I jump onto my bed careful not to just to hard incase I brake it again "Good Morning" , he's smiling at his phone I guess he's opening the snap, I start to blush again even though he's not looking at me but the fact he's smiling at our picture it's making me feel things.

"Good morning love, did you get your brother dressed ?" He shows the picture to me still smiling like a twat "who's glasses are they ?"

"There mine, he likes to wear them a lot makes him feel like me , he likes to be like me as you can probably tell from the picture", I get back up to get my shirt and blazer, then to pack my rucksack for today double checking maybe even triple checking that I have everything I need today , going over it in my head , History , French , English and Art not a terrible day today the only thing I can't find is my art folder but I think my mum maybe has it, she likes looking at what I do

"Can I save it" he sounds further away from the camera as I can't hear him as clear he must be getting dressed too , once I've got myself completely ready I sit back down on the bed. Putting my shoes on , it makes me smile when he asks and I blush again

"Yeh if you like". I'll have to resend it as I'm sure it's already gone from the snap as there not on that long , so I do. Then Louis comes back into my room mid way through a game I believe since he's not really paying much attention and he's just stood at the door with my phone, Once he's finished playing what I assume is a level on angry birds he comes bounding over and hands me it back and my glasses, "Thanks kiddo , you can say good morning to Georgie now he's awake"

"Good Morning George" , he's stood there stood at the side of my bed waving at the camera I can see he has his shoes on but there not tied "How about I tie those for you Kid ?" He jumps up onto the bed and he puts one foot on my leg as I quickly start tying it. I can see in my peripheral that George has come back into the screen and is actually wearing his uniform today and he's smiling at me waving at Louis who's just blindly staring at him. "Next one" he replaces his foot with the other and I tie that one too. He then jumps back down off the bed after waving goodbye to George and stands looking at me "Do I look just like you Maffu" , I wipe my glasses clean and place them on for the first time in what four days and smile at him while telling him he does and he leaves again. I was right my glasses do enhance everything and any light that's in my room reaches my retinas tenfold but I try to get used to it. It's just George and I again

"Your good with him", he's just watching me trying to adjust to my glasses and the screen is a little blurry but I can still make everything out, it's already giving me a sore head this won't be good but I have to wear them.

"I did say we were inseparable didn't I"

"That you did" , he gets up and starts packing his bag none of his things are in folders and he just has papers upon papers piled in his bag which is the most typical 16 year old bag just a black Nike bag , he's wearing a shirt and tie with black trousers like most uniforms but he's still wearing a black hoodie and red vans that's a bold choice but I love it , I can hear movement on his side that isn't coming from his room and he turns to me "I'll have to go now Matty , my mum will want to make sure I'm ready but I'll message you on my way to school yeh ?"

"Yeh that sounds good" I smile at him and wave "See you later darlin"

"Talk later love" he waved and the then the call ended. Leaving me alone for the first time in maybe 8 hours, it's weird I miss him the minute he's gone but I can do it. I pick up my rucksack and a few fags and a joint or two and then exit my room waiting for my mother to bombard me with questions

"Good morning sweetheart" . I walk over to my mother and kiss her on the cheek Louis is sitting eating coco pops and I put my rucksack on the chair beside him and begin making some food. Just toast but it's something and my mother is looking at me weirdly.

"Good morning mum , how are you this morning" , she hands me a mug of coffee which I am internally great full for and sits down across from Lou making sure he isn't getting milk all over his clean uniform. I too sit down once my toast is ready and make my way through it. It's only a slice but I do it. My mother starts telling me about how her night was and her plans for today after she takes Louis to school and asking if I'm going to manage today , to make sure to message her if I need to leave but I tell her I'll be fine that I've got Jamie in a few of my classes today and that's it's not a bad day today. After I've finished my coffee I kiss Louis on the head and say goodbye to both of them and leave for school feeling great for the first time in a while


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Here We Go Here’s My Wrapped For 2023 Guys
Here We Go Here’s My Wrapped For 2023 Guys
Here We Go Here’s My Wrapped For 2023 Guys
Here We Go Here’s My Wrapped For 2023 Guys

Here we go here’s my wrapped for 2023 guys

Been a great one , I honestly expected nothing less tbh 😂


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I need to discuss this with somebody , cuz I feel like I’m going insane and it’s infuriating me , for like I want to say for at least the last week everytime I’ve said something to anyone they can’t hear me and it takes like 3 times for me to say it till they hear me but I feel like I’m shouting and it’s so mad , idk if it’s an adhd thing but I feel like I’m speaking loud and clearly but everytime there like “what you saying speak up” it just makes me not want to repeat myself or just in general makes me not want to speak , anyone have any tips for this


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Heart out Chapter 35

Warnings : , smut , talking about adhd, edging , sub!Matty . dom!George , sweetness , mention of injury and alcohol

This chapter is cute there’s a lot of George and Matty , Matty and Louis brotherly love , George bonds with Louis too and it’s so fluffy in parts

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Heart Out Chapter 35

George’s POV

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the curtains, and the house rumbling with life. I rubbed my eyes as I adjusted to the light. I heard a slight groan come from the corner of the room and it was at this moment I realised Matty wasn't beside me and his side of the bed was cold indicating he had left a while ago

"Mattee?", as I sat up , I noticed Matty was in the corner huddled over his desk legs criss-crossed together on the chair, his left hand was wracking through his hair pulling it quite hard and in his right hand was a pen and a cig. "Matty you okay!" , I spoke a bit louder this time so he could hear me , It was slightly stifled by a yawn though

Matty span round on his chair and made eye contact with me, "good morning sleepy-head , how did you sleep?" , he dropped his pen on the table , and took a long drag of his cig.

"I slept great , what time is it?" , as I woke up a little more I noticed that he was dressed and looked like he'd showered.

"It's 9 darling , still fairly early, you can go back to sleep if your still tired" , he span back around to his desk and continued on with what it was he was doing.

"When did you wake up?", I flipped his cover off of my legs , swung them over the side of the bed, made my way over to him and flung my arms around him. "Come back to bed love"

He melted into my hug , "I woke up at 6, I wasn't feeling to great , I tried to get back to sleep for like an hour but it just didn't happen , so I thought a shower would help me feel better then decided to get on with some studying while you slept", he motioned toward the maths revision in-front of him. "But I'm just irritating myself doing this" .

I pulled him even closer to me as much as I could considering the chair being in the way and kissed his temple burying my head in his neck, "what's wrong my love, why aren't you feeling good?"

I felt him shrug as I held him. "Just a bit jittery I think, and my stomach is falling out arse for some reason"

"Are you anxious about something ?!"

He looked up at me then after pushing his revision sheets out of the way. "I think I'm just shittin it for my GCSEs , like I don't even want to do them anymore, what's the point", he went to pick up the revision papers again "like look at this what the fuck does this even mean, I've been studying this for three years and I'm still none the fuckin wiser..."

"Matty it's okay, let's lay down for a bit okay, just talk for a bit tell me what's going on in your head", I took his hand and helped him spin the chair round and led him back to the bed. "lie your head on my chest and just listen to my heart, it'll calm you down"

We laid down, myself against the headboard and Matty on my chest, I pulled him close to me and played with his hair at the nape of his neck. " Tell me what you need, what will  calm you down?"

"Seriously , I just don't wanna do my GCSE's anymore darlin". His hair was tickling the bottom of my chin as he was slightly shaking his head and his grip on me grew tighter. "I'm just terrified that I'm going to fail, and studying is supposed to help but it's doing the opposite it's messing with me head", his breath starts coming out hallowed and deep like he's trying to hold of from crying. "I just can't do it George"

"Baby...can you look at me for a second?", I placed my fingers under his chin to guide his face to look at me then swiped my thumb over his cheek to catch the slowly falling falling tears. "I promise everything will work out okay?, Would you like my help?, we can have a J and then bring your paper over to me and I'll help you through it , does that sound okay?"

He sniffles and wiped his face over with the sleeve of his hoodie, "are you sure, I don't want you to be bored"

"I wanna help you love , I don't want you to be upset about it" . I leaned over him to pick up my cigarettes from the bedside table that I had left there last night and pulled out a joint each from the packet "Here take this", I handed Matty one and leaned back over to grab my lighter , the joint was between his lips, I went to go light it for him but his hand came up and stopped me

"Gotta climb up on the windowsill and smoke out the window darlin" , I came out mumbled with the joint still in his mouth but I picked up what he said. I let Matty get up and climbed up into the windowsill and pulled him up carefully. He was situated between my legs with his back on my chest just like last night , the window was already open. So I flicked the flint to spark the flame and watched as Matty took a drag to ignight the ember. And did the same for mine. "Let this relax you yeh?, did you have any plans for today ey ?"

He relaxed back into the me properly as he lets the weed flow through him, "Eh , I think we might be going to Ross' tonight for drinks , end of year drinks you know , but don't tell my mum that it's drinks she won't be happy"

"Is that really a good idea though if your not feeling great ?," I took a drag of my joint as Matty exhaled and rolled his head onto my shoulder looking at me like I just said to most outrageous thing ever. "What !".

"I'll be fine by then and besides if I do ,it might help, might just , I don't know might clear my head, joints just make my body relax but alcohol will clear my head you know?"

"We'll then , if we go can you promise that we'll eat before we go, so you don't get sick, and if you need to go tell me , if you do feel like your gunna get sick let me know okay?"

"Okay", as we finished our joints we flick the ends out the window and Matty straddles my lap facing me. "George ?"

"Yeh love?", my hands find his waist playing with the pattern of the joggers.

"Why am I like this?"

"Like what , love?" , Matty hugs himself to me as he finds the right words to say, I can feel his tears dripping onto my skin when he began to cry again

"Just emotional all the time , if I'm not angry, all I wanna do is cry or I'm panicking and anxious about stuff, I'm only ever happy when your there, how insane is that , I can't even make myself happy"

"It's difficult sometimes to regulate moods you know, and having all the diagnosis that you have it's going to be even harder for you to regulate yours, and that's why you need meds to help it, and I'll do my best too, you know that right?" , I slide my fingers through his hair twirling the strands through my fingers and tugging ever so gently.

"I don't want to have to rely on medication George, I just wanna be normal, I wanna fell like other people, just safe in there head and just I don't know , good", as I'm tugging on his hair I can hear him sigh against me, his breath hot against my chest. "Baby...."

"You are normal Matty , you're your normal , I wouldn't have you any other way", I stop tugging his hair and lift his chin up with a finger curled under it "yeh?"

Matty take my other hand that's not under his chin and puts it back to his hair, "I like it when you do that"

"Like it when I do what", I asked playing innocent because I knew what he meant.

"I like it when you play with my hair darlin, maybe a bit too much" , he leans forward and connects our lips together both of my hands end up in his hair light scratching his scalp with one and pulling his hair with the other and I swallow his moans in my mouth. "Darlin...I can't be giving the neighbours a show right now". As we pull away from each other I pull his curtain closed part way so we're out of sight.

"Is that better love?", Matty nodded and leaned back in for another kiss being more forceful this time, not in a bad way , just more passionate. He grinded himself against me and we both moaned into each others mouths again, Matty's lips then trailed down to my neck nipping on the sweep spot. My hands found his waist again tugging on the bottom of his hoodie asking for permission to take it off "Go ahead Darlin". I pulled it over his head gently as he pulled away a little bit and I threw it on the floor.

"What do you wanna do Matty?", my hands trailed up and down his chest slowly, taking in everything, every freckle and mole, watching how his breath hitches everytime my hands slide lower. "Tell me love".

"I just need you to touch me Darlin, I don't mind how, I just need you" , his cheeks where pink with blush and his chocolate brown eyes had blown wide.

My right hand slipped down his chest past his stomach and pulled at the front of his jogger as I slipped into his trousers slowly starting to pump him as my left hand tangled itself back in his hair. "Like this love", both hands where he liked them, I swiped my thumb over the head of his dick and I continued to jerk him off, he rolled his head forward as it connected with my shoulder.

"Yeh...just like that darlin...thank you", I could feel him thrust into my hand as I pumped him faster. "Arghh...that feels so fuckin good". I pulled him back up to kiss me as I continued my movement, I slipped my tongue in his mouth tasting the cigarettes and weed that we'd just smoked. His thrusting got faster and but more relaxed and he grunted into my mouth the sound sending arousal right through me. "Darlin...can you..can you give me ...head ...please", the sentence punctuated with gasps every time he thrusted forward.

"Anything for you handsome, but you have to stay quiet okay don't want anyone to hear , yeh ?" , Matty nodded but I stopped the movement of my hand. "I need you to say it love"

"I will, I'll be quiet I promise , just please, I just need it, It'll help, I just need you to shut my brain up", An idea popped into my head just then not really sure if it'll work , I've heard this kind of stuff helps others just lose themselves so , I just tell myself we can try it but if he doesn't want it I'll stop.

"Love ?, can we try something , something I've heard that helps others ?"

"Okay , what is it ?"

"It's a surprise, just let me know if you need to stop , and tell me when you need to cum , can you do that"

"Yes ,yes , I can", he nodded enthusiastically at me .

"Jump down then , on the bed , strip down , but don't even think about touching yourself okay", as he jumped down from the windowsill I could see him watching me with a slight glint in his eye.

"What happens if I do touch myself" , I couldn't help the way my head just snapped up to look at him and the way my dick twitched in my trousers.

"Don't , or I'll have to stop you some other way" , that sounded strange coming from my own mouth but I've gotta play the part right and it's what he needs right now. I watched Matty strip down to his boxers from the windowsill. "And the rest" , he removed his boxers to and his dick sprang back against his stomach and I just sat in awe for a minute before I snapped back to myself. "Your so gorgeous Matty , standing there all pretty for me, but I need you to lie down" , and so he does , he lays down on the bed just waiting for me. I slipped down from the windowsill and skulked to the end of the bed just watching him.

"What now Darlin?", At that I set myself on the bed my knees either side of Matty's and my hands started roaming his body.

"Right I've got some rules now okay, first of all , if you get uncomfortable or want to stop, tell me straight away please , don't cum until I say or you'll be punished , stay quiet for me , if I say something please follow the instructions and lastly if I ask you a question you have to answer with your words , can you do that for me love?", Matty nodded with a shit-eating grin on his face already trying to be a little brat

"What did I just say Matty?"

"To answer you if you spoke" , my hand trailed down his body again and took hold of his dick again and I pumped him slowly a couple of times

"So , I'll try again, can you do that for me"

"Yes....yes....I can do that", Matty groaned as my hand got faster and his back arched off the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the lips exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue, I stopped my hand for a second, every so often just jerking him off and stopping, teasing him slightly. "George please don't tease ....I swear...I can't"

"Oh, I haven't even started yet my love", I kissed down his body , from his neck, across his shoulder occasionally leaving bruises , over to his chest, Matty was squirming under me, I eventually made my way down to his dick and licked at the head, it was bright red at this point.

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"George ...George ....Darlin I can't....I can't do it anymore.....please" , we'd been at it for mostly ten minutes, I'd been edging him for a while now, getting him right to the edge of his climax and then stopping whatever it was I was doing to him.

"Do you want me to stop??", I asked around his dick as my mouth was still around it, my hands where running up his thighs that were now trembling.

"No....No...please don't stop....I'll actually die if you stop now....I need to cum now George....I don't think I can control it anymore....I have too" , his dick was twitching in my mouth , his legs trembling , mouth agape , knuckles white from how tightly he was holding onto the sheets. "George seriously please ....I'm gunna cum now...I can't stop it anymore"

I kissed back up his body continuing to leave hickeys and when I got to his face I whispered into his ear. "You can let go now handsome" , My hands found his dick one last time as my lips connected with his again, and just like a snap of an elastic band he came all over his stomach , white ropes all over the place and he moaned into his mouth. "That's it handsome , we'll done"

He lay there just staring at the ceiling when I sat back on my knees, "thank you, thank you , thank you , that helped a lot ...wow", I got up to go get something to clean him up but I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. "Don't leave yet please".

"I need to clean you up love" , although I know he needed to be cleaned up beofre it dried , those puppy dog eyes he was presenting to me right now, made it so hard not to just stay there. "I'll be right back sweetheart I promise"

"Promise?" , the grip that he had on my wrist wasn't that tight and he seemed a little hazy and just dropped it. I kissed his head and tried to fix his hair so it wasn't plastered on his forehead.

"I promise love", I quickly got a wash cloth and a glass of water for him and made my way back placing myself back onto the bed next to him. "Come ere sweetheart , can you drink this for me", I gave him the glass but his body still wasn't cooperating so I helped him sit up against the headboard placing some pillows behind him and helped him hold the glass as he took a drink. "There you go", once I'd placed it back down on the dressing table , I took the wash cloth and cleaned up his stomach . "Where will I put it"

"Just .....just eh...just drop it for now", so I did I just dropped it on the ground but on top of the shirt that he'd discarded ealier so it wasn't directly getting the floor wet, once I'd turned back to him Matty had his arms outstretched for me.

"Do you need a hug love?"

"Yeh , please darlin, I need to be close to you, know your still here" , I layed down next to him and pulled his body right over next to me and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Letting him rest his head on my chest.

"Where am I gunna go love, I'm gunna be here for as long as you need me to be sweetheart, How are you feeling now , how's your head"

"I don't have a single thought up there right now , other than you and that I'm hungry" , I pulled him infinitely closer to me if that was even possible

"Do want me to go make you something" , I feel him shake his head against me and mumble a quiet

"not yet , want to stay here for a while, I think I need to tell you something"

"What is it ?", my hand found his chin again and got him to look at me so I could see his eyes.

"I'm scared , for like when you have to go home, I won't be able to just feel better when I'm feeling how I was if your not here", he stopped talking to look at me properly, as I furrow my eyes brows "sorry that's stupid"

"No , no Matty , I understand what you mean , but even when I'm not here, I'm still going to try to help you the best I can"

"I know, Im sorry, I just feel like it's going to be a-lot harder to do it but , I'm glad I have you, I think I might love you"

I paused for a second as I heard the words leave his mouth , a did he his eyes grew wide as he also realised. "Matty , my love , I love you too"

Just at that we heard a knock on the door "Matthew are you boys decent" , Shit that's Tim we both scramble to get under the covers before Matty calls him in. He does come in tentatively blocking his eyes as well

"Dad it's fine where covered up, what do you need"

"Your Mum and I are on our way out and Loiue doesn't want to come with us so would you boys be able to look after him for an hour or so , you don't have any plans do you ?" , we both agreed in unison and said that it was all good we didn't have anything to do til later. He took a small look around the room , smiled and thanked us before he left.

"We should get dressed then handsome , come on, I'll help you if you need" , Matty nodded but neither of us made any attempt to move for at least another five minutes. He got up and pulled his boxers back on, and I crawled over the bed "hand me your jumper gorgeus" , He handed it over to me before pulling his joggers back on. "Arms up", I slid the jumper over his head and booped him on the nose . "You can pick my outfit out if you like".

This causes Matty to squeal and clap his hands in excitement "yes I'd love to", he runs over to my suitcase pulling out some clean boxers and a pair of blue Tommy Hilfiger jeans, a black t-shirt, placed them on the bed and then goes to the chair that had his jumpers on and picked up the blue Nike jumper that he'd given me "there I think this will work, anything would work on your really but here, I'm going to go downstairs say goodbye Mum and Dad , make us all some breakfast and I'll let you shower" , I kissed him one more time before we parted ways.

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Matty's POV

I gave George a towel before I went down , he should be in the shower now though , my Mum and Dad where getting there coats on getting ready to leave so I ran over to them and gave them a quick hug goodbye. My mum reminded my that if where inside that to try not smoke when Louis is around but we can take him to the park or we can have a smoke if we go outside so long as one of us is inside just the usual that she always says. I let her know that it's all going to be fine and she needs to worry less but just before they leave my dad reminds me to take my meds which to be honest had forgotten but I'll take them after breakfast. After they'd left I'd decide to make some beans on toast for everyone just as I'm doing that Loiue comes running into the kitchen already dressed carrying a million different toys in his arms "Maffu , you and George can play wif me today right since. Mummy and Daddy are busy?, right!", I turn around from the oven just in time because as I do I watch him drop all the toys onto the floor without a care in the world "I have all these toys to play wif"

"Kid you have to be careful with those , don't wanna break them do we", I walk over to him and lift him up so he's sat on my hips with his arms around my neck. "Do you want to sit down at the breakfast bar and watch Maffu make breakfast then when George is finished in the shower you can show him all your cool toys and we can have breakfast" , he nods at the as I place him down on a still at the breakfast bar. "Be careful remember"

"I remember, you fell off of this one time didn't you"

"When did that happen kid ?", I had fallen off the stools a month or so ago I'd had a few friends over and I had gotten pretty drunk and we were messing about and I leaned to far back and split the front of my head open but , I didn't think he knew about that.

"When you hurt your head , Rosso was here too and big boys and girls and I came down to see if Mummy was down here and I saw you fall off it" , I turned off the stove because I needed to check the he was okay , I would have done it sooner if I knew but now I just feel like an ass , my 7 year old brother shouldn't have had to have seen that. So I went over and sat next to him and played with his hair

"Was it you that got Daddy to help me ?"

"Yeh , Rosso was trying to get you up but you didn't get up , so I went to find Mummy and Daddy , Daddy woke up first and I told him that you where hurt, but Daddy said that I had to go back to bed and I fink he went to help you, I remember that Mummy woke up too cuz there was an ambulance too"

"What brave boy you are for getting dad , we're you scared" , he looked up at me now and he nodded and that's when I pulled him into a hug

"I'm always kind of scared Maffu, your the bestest brother in the whole wide world, and when you get upset or angry I get scared cuz that's when you end up hurt and I don't like that", I couldn't believe what I was hearing this kid is honestly too grown up for his own good and I hate that he understands how I feel because he's only little and shouldn't have to understand. "Like when JayJay went away, you went away too, you were never in the house for ages and I missed you a lot , and then you started getting sick all the time and I'm scared that your gunna go away to like JayJay did"

"Lou , I need you to listen to me very carefully okay, can you look at me for a second" , I loosen my grip on him so he can look up at me with his big hazel eyes. "I promise you that I'm always gunna be here okay , I'm always going to be your big brother, I love you most in the world and when I'm home you know I've got you , right. But I need you not to be scared, not to be worried about me. I know I get angry and I get sad sometimes but I'm doing my best to get better so I don't hurt anymore".

"Can I ask you a question ?"

"You can ask me anything Kiddo" , I pulled him back in for another hug because I just can't bare the fact that I'm the reason he's scared and It's just killing me knowing that if I can't get better for myself I need to get better for him.

"Why are you so sad all the time?, is it cuz JayJay is gone?"

"Thats part of it I guess but there's loss of reasons, sometimes my head just gets to messy sometimes and I can't make it feel good for a while" , I can hear George making his way down the stairs and as I'm holding Louis on my knee I can finally see George leaning against the wall that leads into the kitchen he mouths a quick "everything okay?" , cuz we must look a state, I know I was crying again and Louis wasn't far off. So I shook my head , not really.

"And is that why you get sick" , his little hands come up to him face holding it so where looking at each other. "Do you think maybe I could try to make your head not messy anymore cuz I don't like it when your sick and I just wanna make you better"

"You do help me kiddo , so does Mummy and Daddy and Georgie and Rosso and Jamie and JayJay helped"

"You was sad even when JayJay was around ?, Isn't she your best friend" , God bless him , I know he doesn't understand death very well but it's a times like these I really wish he did understand because then I wouldn't have to have these conversations.

"Yeh even when JayJay was here I was sad sometimes, Maffu just has something wired differently in his brain to some other people but we're fixing it and everyone is doing a great job , but you'll never guess who's here ready to play", I point behind him to George's who's still leaning against the door panel but has his arms wide open because I'm sure he can anticipate that Louie is going to run straight for him.

"Georgie , Hiiiii, come see all my cool toys", Lou climbs careful down from the stool and boulders right into George's leg hugging him tightly then grabs his hand leading him over to his pile of toys on the floor. This gives me a minute to collect myself and get breakfast started again

"Hiya little man , arghh is that a race-car", George pics up a few of the toys and put them onto the kitchen island and lifts Louie onto the stool again. "We should play up here so Matty can make breakfast"

"It's not Mahee it's Maffu" , hearing that makes me giggle , the amount of times I've heard this kid have this conversation because my family have always called me Matthew and kiddo hates it when people call me Matty. I think the only person he really lets do it is Ross.

"Am I not allowed to call him Matty?" , George looks at me with a smile and turns back to Louie and helps him start pretending to race the cars.

"No cuz he's not Mahee, his name is Maffu" , I turned around to watch them play after I'd plated everything up , I'd cut Louis toast into squares and his beans in bowl where as ours where just on plates. I passed them over and we all sat around the breakfast bar

"Hey Lou ?, Can you say MaTThew for me, remember like TTTHHH" , We were trying to teach him how to pronounce his T Hs in words but it was taking a little bit of time.

"That's what I said I said Maffew" , while he was crunching on his toast he was still playing about with his little red cat pretending to drive it up George's arm.

"Try this can you say thinking"

"Thhhh.thinking" , I gave him a high five before shovelling some beans in my mouth.

"That's it , now say Thinking This Through" , I know that's a little harder to say and he won't get it right away

"Thhhhfff...thhhinking , thhhis , fffffthhh frew"

"That's was nearly it kid , clever boy" , I couldn't help but be proud him for trying, I'm always so damn proud of him , "so boys how about when we've finished we have a trip to park".

Louie immediately agreed and George smiled nodding too, finishing the last of his food before going to the sink g and dropping it in "Matty do you want me to wash this ?"

"No darling it's okay , I'll clean them if you go help Louie clean himself up and get his shoes on"

"Sure thing" , Louie jumped down from the bar stool and took George's hand showing him where his bathroom was to help him get cleaned up as I began washing up the dishes and the rest of the kitchen, I'd just about finished the dishes I got a message from George.

"Louie doesn't want me to brush his hair says he wants you to do it" , of course , he rarely even let's my mum do it, I should have thought about that

"I'll be right up just gunna finish this and I'll be up just tell him to be a good boy and wait for two seconds"

I finished up the dishes and dried my hands, making my way up the stairs two at a time to get to the bathroom to help George out, I know how stubborn Lou can be having learnt from the best. "Hey kid, why you not letting Georgie do your hair," , he handed me the brush and sat down on the edge of the bath

"Cuz you do it right no one else does it right like you do"

"How about I show Georgie how to do it then he can try tomorrow?, How's that sound", George said that he'd love to learn because he wants Louie to feel comfortable with him so Louie eventually agreed to let me teach George how to do it.

"Right first I usually just wet it cuz he likes it to look a little wet , then you get the comb and go through the sides so that they look kinda flat right ?, then I get a towel or shirt , whatever I can find and scrunch the front so it's curly and I do the back the same , then you just put some gel and hairspray in it to keep it in the same then voila" , I step back and lift Louie up so he can see in the mirror so he can see and he claps his hands and asks me to put him down. Once I do he runs off to get his jacket. Leaving me with George for a second. He was awkwardly stood in the corner watching us interact "you okay darlin?"

"Yeh , he really loves you doesnt he?" , he pulls me in at the waist and kisses me softly. "What was happening earlier by the way , hope I didn't interrupt anything" , I could feel his breath on my face as he stood close to me talking to me.

"Nothing , We were just talking about stuff , I got really shitfaced a couple months ago and he saw me fall of the barstools cuz I was being a prick and split my head open and he was telling me that he was scared that I was pretty much going to die or so he thought" , I pulled George into me so I could hold him close. "But I promised him that I'm not going anywhere , I've got a feeling he might be a bit clingy today but don't worry everything's okay"

"He's your baby brother I'd expect him to be clingy love , I would never be worried about that my littlest sister is clingy all the time when I have people over so I'd expect nothing less."

Louie came running back through wearing his buzz light year hoodie and carrying his buzz and woody toys with him "Can I take buzz and woody with me?", They had his name written on the bottom of there feet just like Andy did in the film.

"Sure you can kid but don't forget them okay?"

"I wouldn't forget them Mathhhhew , there like friends aren't dey" , he put them under one arm and stretched his other arm out, indicating he wanted me to lift him so I lifted him up onto my hips again as we made our way back downstairs George trailing behind smiling at the interactions. After I'd slipped my own shoes on we made our way outside

"Hey kid , do want to bring your bike" , he shook his head under my chin, so I just carried him in one arm and stretched my hand out behind me so George could take my free hand as we walked to the park. Chatting away to each other

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"Wanna smoke Darlin", we've been sat the park for about 45 minutes now , Louie found a friend to play with , we're sat on the ground underneath some tree well out of sight, we can still see him though, so it's the perfect time for a fag.

"Yeh go on then love", this is the first free minute we've both had since saying we'd look after Louie so it's a good a time as any to have one.

"You know I love the kid but sometimes I get really overwhelmed and overstimulated looking after him, cuz my senses are all over the place", I take my fag from the packet and light it up in seconds watching as the embers glow under my finger tips.

"Is that an ADHD thing?" , I was sat next to George but was trying to manoeuvres myself into a better position so I could lay my head on his lap

"Is what an ADHD thing?"

"How quickly you can get overwhelmed, like, it's not a bad thing, but I've realised stuff with you, you can go from 0-1000 like dead quick" , as I lay down across his legs his free hand made its way to my hair again.

"Maybe, it's just I feel things a little more intense than people like what you said ealier it's harder for me to regulate feelings , but that's cuz the feelings I have are 10 times stronger", we both took a drag of our cigarettes basking in the peace for a second, the grey smoke making an angelic like halo around us making me feel safe.

"Can you tell me more about it , your ADHD, so I can understand it better, I haven't really spend a lot of time around someone who has it and I just want to do things right for you, what helps you calm down when your frustrated or upset?"

"Compression and force like giving up control really helps, taking control away from me, like someone making a choice for me instead of doing it myself or like if I'm freaking out hold me like really tight with you arms right around my chest, it gets me to focus on breathing and just trying to calm down my dad had to do it a lot when I was younger". I looked up at him then as I spoke so I could gage his reactions but he's just looking at me too and he looked interested, and like he actually wanted to know so I kept going, "that's why earlier when we did what we did , or I should say , when you did what you did, it helped so much really , it took away every single thought was running around in my head , took away my control left me completely under your control that helped so much, I've never had something like that to shut my head up fully other than drugs or alcohol and it felt really good to finally have something good"

"I'm glad it helped , I didn't tell you ay but I uh came too , like a fuckin 14 year old in my boxers because of it like what the fuck is that about", the blush across his face and the smile to match just had me melting at the sight. "So um what like frustrates you most, or what do I need to keep an eye out for like triggers that show your frustrated"

"We'll uh , I can't say I have specific triggers but it really bums me out when people don't try to understand me like , you know, I argue with people very often and I don't mean to they just don't seem to understand where I'm coming from or I can't communicate how I feel properly , that's why school sets me off , the teachers don't always get it and my attention span can go to bollocks really fast if I'm not interested in the class or I don't understand it" , after I'd discarded my cigarette I couldn't help but fiddle with the end of my T-shirt to keep my hands busy so I don't end up flailing them around. "I just feel the need to be constantly stimulated you know , and when I feel myself slipping, that's when I tend to go off the rails a bit like you know , doing something drastic to keep my brain going and a lot of the time I do know it's the wrong thing but I can't help it, and it's when people don't understand that, that's when I'm like well "fuck this then" and I get all hopped up and angsty, but I also frustrate myself too, when I can't concentrate on things that I really want to do or when I get forgetful and all that there's just quite a lot" , George pulled me into a hug and just held me close to him for a second I could feel his heartbeat through out shirts.

"Your amazing you know that right ?, and I'm so proud that you do everything you can to make it through everyday, and I can't sit here and promise I'll get it right for you everytime but what I can promise is that I'll always be here and always help you through stuff. You just have to let me know when your struggling okay !"

"Thank you Darlin , I'll try my best to always keep talking about how I feel" , just as we were finishing up our conversation Louis came running up to us , asking if we could go now because he was getting tired and had to go to the bathroom. He was still grasping onto his toys when he came over but was missing his hoodie. "Where's your jumper Lou?"

"Oh ....uh....I don't know I think it's on the climbing frame, I'll go get it", he passed me over his toys and ran back over the climbing frame to get it and met us half way back. "I don't want to wear it right now, It's to hot"

"Okay kiddo , Do you think it would fit Matthew ?"

"No it's to small for you silly", I carefully put it on , it was like 7 sizes to small but I still got into and I lifte him up in one arm and took George's hand with my free hand again as we made our way home, On the way George whispered in my ear that I look cute wearing a buzz light year hoodie and it made me laugh.

It took us all of ten minutes to get back and Louis was asleep in my arms already so as we go in I had to wake him up because he said had to pee before we left the park "go toilet kiddo then we can all have a nap yeh" , he just nodded and ran off as George and I took our shoes off .

"I'm not tired Matty I only woke up like 3 hours ago, but if you boys need a nap I'll make lunch or something?" , George places his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest so my back was against him and kissed my head.

"Just come sit with us yeh, I'm shattered but I'll still nap a little better if your there"

"Are you sure ?"

"Please ?" , Louis came down stood at the bottom of the stairs watching us cuddle up.

"people kissing is yucky and silly , really silly" , he jumped off the last step and pulled my arm with his on his way to the living room so we could nap , pulling me right out of George's grasp , I mouth a quick "sorry" in his direction but he just smiles at us and follows us through and we all cuddle up on the sofa to peacefully have a nap even if George didn't want one.

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It was 3 o’clock by the time I woke up , Louis was running circles round my Dad , which made me realise my parents where back, George was wrapped up around me drifting off but not completely “Hiya Darlin , are you drifting”

“Nuhh”, he pulled me closer to him, “it’s just cozy down here”, and nuzzled his head into my neck “when we going to Ross’ place”

“I don’t know darlin , we can go anytime, Why ?”

“Wanna change, it’s damn hot up in here and I’m sweating like fuck”, he pulled the jumper off and I then could for sure that he was melting and come to think of it, I was too.

“We’ll we can both change and then go over and help set up” , I heard him agree, he got up a couple seconds later taking my hand and dragging me with him to my room. “What you thinking of wearing then darlin!”

He was already rummaging around his suitcase for something. “I brung a shirt with me but I’m not sure it’ll work though”

“Darlin , it’s just a party, you don’t have to be dressed up” , I slide open my wardrobe hunting around for a t-shirt and my red tartan trousers. I found a black polo neck sweater. I saw him pull out the shirt from the suitcase and a different pair of blue jeans. I pulled off my t-shirt to change but I notice George watching me and when I look up to see him and his head snapped back to where he was looking in the first place. “You don’t have to be shy darlin, especially not with me”

“I’m not shy , just don’t wanna be pervy do I, and uh….I don’t wanna uh….get like worked up again, we need to get going don’t we” , I slid over to him carefully and put my arms round his waist and softly kissed his neck

“We don’t have to go right away Darlin….we can take as much time as we need…and beside I wanna make it up to you for ealier”, I heard him groan right next to my ear and I attached myself to his neck again. “Would you like that darling ?….to pay you back for ealier….make you feel good” , his hands took hold on my waist and his head lulled forward into my shoulder

“Mhm” , I pushed him carefully into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind me, I pushed him up against the door and quickly pushed his jeans down. “Slow down love, you don’t have to rush, come ere” , his hands found my face and pulled me in softly to his plump lips, I slowly slid my hand down his body and my hand found his dick tenting in his pants, I palmed in softly and I heard him groan. “Matty, your hands are magic”

I pulled back from the kiss and began to pull his top off, kissing his neck leaving hickey after hickey a trail all the way down his body till I reached the hair that sat just above his boxer line. “Can I?”, I was on my knees and looking at him through my eyelashes. “Please let me”

“Yes my love, please go ahead” , I pulled his boxers down his legs and licked all the way up his length his hands immediately found my hair gripping tightly, I wrapped my lips around his head and I heard him moan my name, like music to my ear. I began to bop my head around him slowly at fist until his head hit the back of my throat and I slightly gagged around him pulling back a little pulling off with a pop

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you that far”

“No darling, I promise it’s fine, you can do it a little harder if you want” , his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he pushed me back to what I was doing my lips wrapped around him and began sucking him off again with more vigour this time my cheeks hollowed out and let him hit the back of my throat a few times before going back to concentrate on the head. The noises I was pulling from him where amazing, his legs buckled a little bit before he pulled on my head. “I’m gunna come Matty, Can I uh….uh” , I know what I was going to say so with a few more licks , and my lips wrapping round him again I nodded moaning around him indicating he could come in my mouth. It took a few more pills and he was moaning and coming down my throat, I swallowed it all and pulled off of him wiping my mouth the back of my hand, leaning back on my heels

“Was that good for you darlin” , he was slumped agains the door, his hand under my chin and his thumb slid over my bottom lip.

“More than satisfactory, my love” , he helped my up, and he threw my arms around him. “Let’s get dressed love before we start anything else”, that made us giggle “I’ll get changed in here so there’s no more funny business ay?”

“Sure thing darlin”, we stood in each others arms for a few more minutes and I felt his lips connect with my forehead and he patted my arse. “Okay okay , I’m going”, I skipped out the door and gave him the clothes he took out before he closed it and we go to changed.

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THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE PARTY


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Welcome to the first episode of “Why is Dylan Emotional Today”

1st reason being that , I am a trans man that has to deal with having a womb and a slightly more feminine physique when all I really want is to be able to walk about with no binder/or shirt on and feel like the man I know I am

2nd reason being , I EVER SO BADLY WANT TO BE IN A BAND , and not for the fame or anything but really just to have the band mate bond with people , and write music/make music that I love , for other people who love it and make those bonds with people and just be an amazing musician but I 1) can sing 2) don’t play any instruments other than the drums but very badly and 3) probably have zero confidence to perform in a stage and probably will just end up mimicking Matty when it comes to stage presence cuz everything I know about performing is from him , but that’s all ever want on the world is to make music that I love with people that I love for people who I know will love it too


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