Summary: You and Matt make a bet you can go without each other for a week. Well that week is up… lets see how you did…
Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, slight fingering, sweaty sweaty desperate sex, pet names, slightly subby matt
Words: 2,176
The knock at the door echoed around your apartment. Even without Matts extraordinary hearing you could hear him shuffling and tapping his feet impatiently.
The second the door opened his cane folded at lightening speed and his arms wrapped themselves around you knocking you back, his foot kicking out to shut the door behind him. The wave of his cologne and whatever his used to wash his clothes crashed over you and filled all your senses. You pressed your face in his neck, placing a kiss against the pulsing vein there.
“I missed you” he huffed into your shoulder. You laughed and straightened up, “Is that so? I couldn’t tell”
You’d made a drunken bet with him that he couldn’t go a week without fucking you, upping it (after three more shots) to a week without seeing you at all. Surprisingly he’d made it this far but you could tell by the way he spun you and pressed your back against the closing door that his patience had run out. You had been cocky and so had he, you’d refused to give in despite the fact that the last two nights you’d forced yourself to sleep with thoughts swirling round your head of everything you were missing.
