Chaotic Desires


Band: MEST
Pairing: Matt/Jere
Rating: NC-17
Dated: August 2, 2003
Summary: Shmoopy in the beginning and rough at the end ; )
originally two different fics but I put them together just to show
you how much Jere wanted Matt's sexeh sexeh body. Raar.
My first Mest fic, I hope I did the deliciously hot pairing of Matt/Jere
justice in this.

disclaimer: Graphic male/male sex. Not Real. Never Happened.
PURE SMUTTY FICTION!


Chaotic Desires

Ouch. Why does it feel like I have no right arm? Cuz I’m laying on it! I flip over onto my back and I uncurl my arm. I lift it over my body and stretch it out, whimpering quietly as the blood rushes back into my veins. Oh ouch that hurts.

I blink my eyes and rub the sleep from them, glancing over at the clock. 7 AM. Are you kidding me? It’s way too fucking early. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep. But no, of course not. It doesn’t work and I’m still awake. I pull the covers up and close my eyes again, only to open them and push the white linen back down around my hips. I groan and rub my eyes before lifting my arms over my head and pointing my toes- smiling when that warmth you get from stretching overcomes me.

I don’t want to get up but I’m starting to get bored. If I do get up what can I do? Take a shower? Nah. Eat something? Not hungry. Watch cartoons? No, none of those sound very entertaining. What can I do?

I stare up at the ceiling and drum my fingers on my stomach thinking of things I could be doing besides laying here in bed. But nothing sounds more enticing then turning over and staring at my bedmate. My boyfriend. My sexy hunk of man. My Italian stallion- okay now I’m getting carried away. My Matt.

I smile to myself and roll onto my side, coming to rest right next to the gorgeousness of Matthew Lovato. I settle in the warm bedding and smile at the way his short hair splays in odd directions against his scalp. While he’s only had it short a little while, it makes him look older, more weathered, when he’s awake. But right now he looks innocent and peaceful. Off in sweet deep sleep, his eyelids fluttering showing he’s dreaming- I can only wonder what it is he’s dreaming of. His long feathery eyelashes rest against his cheeks, his skin a creamy tan color from the many days we spent playing shows outdoors this year.

I lean back a little and let my gaze sweep the rest of his body. The rich greens, blues, and reds running up and down his arms are a sharp contrast to the off-white bedding. He’s lying on his back, one tattooed hand lifted up over his head, the other resting on the bed. My gaze travels up from where his hand is and over his exposed hip. The bedding pushed down low accentuating the fact that we’re sleeping naked, simply because we’re home and we can.

I smile to myself as I let my gaze linger on his hip, the angle sensual and powerful. My eyes move along the fold of the duvet barely covering his lower body, my fingers longing to run over his warm skin and through the soft fine hairs just below his bellybutton, they too pushing my eyes and thoughts lower.

My eyes shift upwards and over his stomach. I laugh quietly cuz I always joke how I like it better when he’s a little chunky- “more to grip for leverage” I always say. His breathing draws my eyes higher and I watch the rise and fall of his chest, his breath evenly escaping his parted lips.

Oh those lips. Plump and kissable. He always knows just how to move to get me begging for more of his kisses. And when he talks, oh dear god. When he talks I have to force myself to not stare at those lips. The smooth metal loop through his bottom lip begs to be sucked, bitten and pulled into my own mouth. MMM I will definitely have to do that later.

I feel a strange sensation coming on and by the time I think to get off the bed so I wont wake up Matt, it’s *SNEEZE* too late. I freeze halfway off the bed, my legs dangling over the side. I sniff quietly and wait to see if another is coming but instead I feel warm calloused fingers lightly grazing my lower back.

I turn and smile as Matt’s tired eyes blink and look up at me. He lightly takes my hand and pulls me back into bed. I smile as he lifts the covers and I slide back under them, he smiles and looks at the clock, “It’s early,” his voice gravelly and thick with sleep, yet somehow still sexy as hell.

I smile to myself at my train of thought and lay back on the pillow, our hands still clasped together, “I couldn’t sleep.”

He tugs lightly on my arm, sleep still slowing his movements and speech, “closer.”

I grin and scoot over. I wrap my arms around his chest and his arm goes under my shoulder, his fingers begin idly playing through my hair. My fingers roam up and down his side and over his stomach slightly. I rest my cheek against his warm skin and move my hips closer, slipping my leg over his, tangling our legs together beneath the cool cotton sheets.

I open my eyes that I hadn’t known I’d closed and look up at him. A lazy smile tugs at his mouth as he bends and meets my lips. I press my lips against his, feeling the smooth metal and warm tender flesh. A small flick of his tongue against my lips before he pulls back then kisses me again. Short morning pecks, the kind we’d exchange before leaving the bus. Wanting more but in the kiss promising to give it later- at a better time.

I smile and close my eyes, knowing he’s smiling too without having to look. I lay my head back down on his chest and breathe in deep. The light scent of body wash adds to that smell I know is his. The smell that lingers in my clothes and on my skin, in the bedding and in my bunk on the bus.

My senses taking in all that is Matt.

Another deep breath in and I’m asleep before I realize I’ve let it out.

=-=

A familiar song and the drone of the shower fill my ears as I wake up. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and run my hands through my frumpy unkept hair, hearing myself singing along before I realize I was.

Matt’s voice rings out through the small bedroom and I laugh as he scratches through the song before his voice dies down to a quiet humming.

I get up and shuffle towards the bathroom and through the open door, “Dude, did you hear a dying cat in here?” I smirk as I finish pissing.

“Ha ha ha,” Matt laughs and leans out of the shower a second later, his hair half soapy. “Kiss,” he mumbles and I kiss him, my face getting wet before he slips back behind the curtain.

I brush my teeth, changing the radio to a different station and back again before mumbling, “I’m hungry.”

“Ooo, make me some pancakes,” he says.

“Make your own pancakes,” I laugh, “I’m not your bitch.”

“Riiiiiight. Sure you’re not.”

“Hey!” I protest jokingly, “everyone knows I wear the pants in this relationship.”

“Hah, you’re the bitch. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t like taking it u-“

I cut him off, “ahhh, alright alright. I may be the bitch but at least I can sing!”

He snorts, “And even then…”

“Fucker!” I laugh.

“Yep, that’s what I do.” He laughs and I smile to myself thinking of him in the shower and how it would be fun to join him, but my growling stomach has other plans.

“I’m going to eat something,” I say leaving.

“Pancakes, bitch!” he yells before I get out the door and adds, “Love you.”

I smile replying, “Love you, too.”

I walk into our kitchen with a smile still on my face and rummage for food, finally settling on a bowl of cereal. “Pancakes,” I laugh to myself and listen to the water running and radio still playing as I make my way to the couch.

The doorbell rings and I set my bowl down yelling “Just a minute,” realizing I’m still naked.

“It’s me!” Tony’s voice comes through the front door and I scramble to the clean laundry pile in the hallway and pull on a pair of boxers.

I jerk open the front door and smile at the mess of disarrayed blonde hair and already know he’s going to say ‘I got a hangover’ and ask for the aspirin.

“I got a hangover, where’s your aspirin?” he says rubbing his forehead for added affect.

I snort and shut the door, “Where it always is.” He disappears into the kitchen as I sit down on the couch putting my feet up and grabbing my bowl. I notice the shower went off as I shove a spoonful of brightly colored kiddie cereal into my mouth. But the radio is still on and I hear the faint drone of the sink. I smile to myself as I think of Matt standing there, water dripping down his back and onto the rug as he shaves.

Tony comes back into the room and plops down in the chair across from me a tall glass of orange juice in his hands. “Fuck man, you guys left too early last night. Shit was off the hook!”

Off the hook? I glance at him and roll my eyes, “Humor me.” But I don’t pay attention; the floating shapes in my cereal bowl are more interesting.

I catch little pieces, “Dude, she was so wasted…” “I’ve never seen anyone take that much…” typical Tony topics I’ve heard a million times.

I hear the radio finally go off and lift my gaze to the hallway just in time to see a very naked Matt emerge but stop. He’s not in Tony’s line of vision but he is in mine. He frowns in the direction of his cousin and I smile as he turns and repeats my actions of slipping a pair of boxers on.

Although we’ve all been around each other naked too many times to count- heh, I’m afraid I would jump Matt if he was completely naked around me right now. Damn Tony, always picking the wrong time to come around.

“Hey Tony,” Matt falls onto the couch beside me, more like falls on me- but I’m not complaining. I just slide my arm around his waist and smile.

“No pancakes?” he pouts and I shake my head as I smack his stomach playfully and watch him suck his bottom lip into his mouth.

I groan when he gets up, the sticky dampness from his shower still clinging to his skin. Ooops, I’m having a very one track mind today, I’ve forgotten about Tony’s conversation. “So what happened after that?” I ask not even having heard what happened before.

“Ahh, right. So she got up on the table, and by this time I’m about this close to…” and I zone him out again as Matt comes back into the room. He sits down next to me just close enough where I can smell the shampoo in his hair and feel his body heat.

I hear the crunch of his cereal and feel the vibrations from his voice as he talks to Tony. I half pay attention again, mindlessly flipping the television on and coming across some infomercial for the Ultimate Chopper, some weird looking food grinder thingy, and listen to the host try and sell this piece of junk that would probably break after the second time you used it.

I feel the couch spring up as Matt stands and takes our bowls into the kitchen. I watch his retreating back- my eyes sticking on that area just above his boxers, those little indents at the base of his spine. His smooth expanse of skin, torture on my body. I just want to pull him to me and feel his body against mine.

The sound of a lighter snaps me back to Tony sitting in front of me as he lights a cigarette. I watch the smoke curl towards the ceiling and he’s asking if Matt and I are coming over tonight.

“Yeah probably,” I answer watching as Matt comes back into the room. Damn, what the hell is up with me today? I can’t keep my mind off Matt. I’m not always like this.

I shake my head as he sits back down next to me and changes the channel to MTV, his hand falling to rest on my knee.

“Dude, that Damian guy is hot,” Matt says nonchalantly, his fingers twisting the bottom hem of my boxers as I laugh.

Tony frowns, “Nah man, he’s too Abercrombie model-ish.” I laugh at the absurdity of their thoughts, Matt’s just randomness and Tony…well, we all know Tony *claims* to be straight, riiight. “You always had the oddest taste in people.”

“Hey!” I protest and Tony laughs, having made that comment on purpose.

Matt’s arm wraps around me and he smiles before roughly kissing me, “You know you’re a stud, baby.”

“Ahh, my eyes, my eyes!” Tony screeches in mock horror- yeah cuz he’s never walked in on us before. Excuse me while I roll my eyes. He probably would have stayed and watched had Matt not been his cousin, and even then…

I slide my body closer to Matt and his hand rubs circles on my lower back. His touch just enough to set my brain on autopilot. Oh yeah I want him. Bad.

And my silent prayers are being answered as Tony stands up looking like he’s going to leave, “Well, I’ll leave you women to whatever you do. I need to borrow someone’s car.”

Matt asks why as he gets up to get Tony his keys and I get up too not hearing Tony’s reason as they walk into the other room.

“…besides you guys are fucking inseparable, you don’t need two cars.” I hear them coming back and smirk cuz it’s the truth.

Matt follows Tony back into the room and over to where I'm standing, his chest bumping into my shoulder before his arms wrap around my waist. He bites my neck playfully and Tony whines.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving. I don’t want to see anything!”

I wave as he shuts the door behind himself. I turn quickly and press my lips to Matt’s, feeling his lips curve into a smile at my abruptness. One of his hands travels up my back to the back of my head and the other down to my ass, pulling our bodies closer as my tongue slips along his before pulsing into his mouth.

We move towards the sofa and fall into the cushions, his knees going on either side of my thighs as he sits above me. He leans in and presses our lips together, the back of my head rubbing against the upholstery. He kisses my neck and over my shoulder his palm grazing awfully close to my erection before pulling away. My hands run through his short hair and down his neck, over his shoulders.

He’s licking and nipping at my stomach now and as his face nuzzles in my lap I realize that I don’t want no shitty foreplay, although turning down head from Matthew Lovato is not usually something I do- but damn, I just want him to fuck me so bad. “No, no,” I moan gripping his biceps, “I just want you in me” His body stills and he looks up at me, his steely eyes looking into mine. He nods, a little put back at my assertiveness, and leans in to kiss me as he pulls me up off the couch and back against his body.

He greedily sucks on my tongue as I direct us towards the bedroom, blindly dodging the furniture. Our destination is put on hold as he stops and pushes me up against the wall near the kitchen, his hip beginning to grind right into my pelvis. I moan and break our kiss, throwing my head against the wall.

“Fuck, how do…you do that to me?” he moans before kissing me harshly again, his teeth nipping at the inside of my lips.

“Do what?” I half moan as I try to pull my body up a little higher and try to thrust my hips back against his but his hips are holding me firm against the wall.

“Make me hard that fast,” he groans into my mouth. “Is that how you want it?” he says between a kiss, “hard?” God, someone give me a flat surface to lay him down on right now!

I nod and moan against his lips as he lessens his hold on me slightly. He moves his hips against mine and I moan as his hands pull on my hair and push back against him. There’s too much cloth between us, I need to feel his skin. My hands grip the back of his boxers and yank them down but they barely budge with his hips pressed so firmly against mine.

“Off!” I whine and he backs up a bit pulling down my boxers as his fall to the ground. And he’s back against me, my back making a sick thud against the wall and our moans echoing as our now hard cocks brush harshly against each other. He bites down on my shoulder after kissing me again.

My skin is burning and I want nothing more than to get fucked as hard and as soon as possible. “Fuck, Matt,” I moan and gasp as our bodies slide against each other, “I need… you… so bad.” I kiss him again and suck on his bottom lip, my fingers scraping at his shoulders and that delicious heat radiating from his lower body seeping into my skin.

I move my hands to the wall and push us off it, our feet stumbling over each other as we try to keep our hands, lips and hips touching. My thigh bumps into the kitchen table and I open my eyes as Matt bends me backwards over the table- his teeth grating over my left nipple. “Oh god Matt,” I moan and slide up onto the lacquered wood, my hot skin sticking to the cool surface.

“Ugh, I can’t wait,” he says as he stands up and backs away from the table. I start to protest as he moves away but he begins to rummage through the drawers, “Where did that stuff go?”

In a trance like state I watch his back moving as he sifts through the first two drawers, my body screaming at me at the sudden loss of contact. I slide off the table and move behind him, my hands moving down his stomach and then over his hips as he turns with the bottle of lotion in his hand.

He grins triumphantly and pushes me against the wall, a gasp falling from my lips as our bodies come in contact once again. I grip his shoulders forcefully and push him to the ground. My body follows and I slide atop of Matt, hands grazing over his chest and up into his hair. I kiss him harshly, his body pressed firmly against the linoleum of the kitchen floor.

I grip his hand that is holding the bottle of lotion and sit up onto his upper thighs. I smile when I see that the lotion is one of the many little bottles of toiletries we’ve stolen from hotels.

Glancing over his body as I open the bottle, I’m so turned on by the site before me. Matt’s lying here under me, his mouth is open releasing deep breaths, lips shiny and slick, chest heaving, stomach muscles clenching, hands pressed flat on the floor, fully hard arousal just inches from my own, and his blue eyes piercing into mine- waiting to see what exactly I want from him.

I pour out some of the lotion into my hand and wrap it around his shaft. He moans and tilts his chin up, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Twisting my fingers around I give him a partial hand job but my desire is still burning hot and I want to get this started.

With my other hand I take one of his fists and guide it to his erection. He sits up curiously and watches as I guide his hand around himself and it clicks in his head as I’m rising up off him.

He takes a deep breath watching me steady myself over his lap “You don’t need…Oh Jere.” his question answered as I lower myself down onto his cock. I tip my head back and moan as I focus on him slipping inside me, his hands moving to grip my knees.

I feel his hands tighten and untighten on my knees as I come to rest back in his lap, this time him inside me. I grip his hips and push myself up, rolling my hips slightly on the way back down- receiving a deep gasp from him.

“God you’re so hot,” he moans as I continue to push myself up and roll my hips back down getting my own rhythm going. His body completely at my mercy, using him like a sturdy sex toy. My motions long and deep, my body getting what it wanted and I can’t stop the cries of pleasure from falling from my lips.

His broad hands are on my hips now, helping me move above him. He’s watching me with heavy eyes, begging to close every few seconds. I feel his hands move to my lower back and when I’m on the down motion of my pattern he disrupts it and pulls me against him firmly before pushing up and back down hard again- each time my voice shaking with moans.

I release my grasp on his hips and move them behind me to grip his upper thighs, listening to his groans as my body moves on top of him. Leaning backwards, I change the angle of my body- my knees spread wide and this time using my feet to push up. I bounce in his lap, my movements quick and shortened. I lean back just an inch more and my body jerks as I slam his cock against that spot, causing an involuntary moan to split through the air.

I pull my eyes open and glance at him. His head is thrown back and his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes squeezed shut tight and hips bucking up to meet mine. I’m getting close- I can feel that passion pooling in my lower stomach, my heart pounding in my ears and my muscles building up strength for my orgasm.

But I need to feel his strength and that rhythm that is specifically Matt. “Oh god Matt…Matt!” I roll my hips and throw my head back, “Matt, fucking….finish me off, pound me…into the floor…” He pushes his body to sitting and I slide off him, switching positions quickly.

I’m on the cold hard floor now and he’s above me, his hands on my hips sliding me back onto himself. I moan as he pushes into me again, my senses higher than the first time- feeling everything now. My mind clouded with lust but focused on the man pounding into me at a sporadic, frenzied pace.

One of my hands grips my hair and the other runs down my stomach, gripping myself and jerking forcefully, hearing moans and not being able to tell which of us vocalized them.

Leaning forward Matt slides his hands under my shoulders and grips them for leverage as we near the end of our fucking. His thrusts are hard and fast, my back slipping on the smooth floor, and my hand moving faster to match his speed.

His mouth drops and he gasps, holding his breath as the climax hits him and releasing it with a moan as the shocks fire through his body.

He doesn’t stop moving and as soon as I see his eyes open slightly my back is arching up off the floor, my chest pressing against his and my whole body shaking with the force. My head feels light and my muscles tense, my toes curling, my heart stopping, my lungs deprived of oxygen, all my blood leaving through my lap and my scream shattering the air into a million shards of glass falling around our bodies in a haze of white hot light and pure unleashed passion.

And just as quick as it hit me, it’s gone- leaving my body heaving, limp and weighted to the floor by his frame. His mouth next to my ear letting out quick pants as he calms down, my arms automatically wrapping around his back and my own system trying to return to normal.

His mouth meets mine in a chaotic, breathy kiss and he murmurs “someone wanted some sex…”

=-=

the end.


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