Hurts Like Hell

Empty. (Explicit)

*Sexual Content.*
Matt.

"Who? Who is he?" Matt was confused, looking back and forth between Maria and Danny.

"He's...well..." She was hesitant, and then finally answered. "He's the customer that Ryan caught me having sex with the night he started hitting me."

"You didn't tell me that," Matt told Danny. "I told you Maria was coming and you didn't tell me you slept with her."

"I didn't know her name." Danny answered him, blushing. "It was a drunken one night stand. That was it. Her boyfriend just happened to catch us."

"Well, this makes thing awkward..." Matt said, and he sighed. "I'm going to get some sleep. I have to get up early for a counseling session."

He blew up the air mattress and set it up, and Maria went to shower and then got the futon ready. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top, and of course he was looking at her. He tore his eyes away and turned on the TV.

She was looking at the TV, and Matt was looking at her rather than what was on. He sighed, and she looked at him.

"Can't sleep?" She sat up.

"Yeah, I can't. I don't want to anyway. I have bad dreams all the time. I relive the moment when my lieutenant died, over and over in my head."

"What helps you stop thinking about it?"

"Alcohol." He chuckled bitterly. "But we aren't supposed to drink it, and even now I don't want to give in."

She moved to come closer, and eventually was sitting next to the mattress. He sat up and put an arm around her shoulders. "I really want to get sober. I'm trying to avoid drinking, no matter how hard the urges are."

"I know. I wish there was an easier way to get our minds off of it."

Matt didn't want to think about the bottles Danny had stashed in the cabinets above the fridge. He pushed it out of his mind before he got up and poured a glass. "Maybe there is."

She looked at him, curiosity filling her lovely eyes. "And what did you have in mind?"

"Well, we could always have sex." He said it so casually that once he said the words he wished he could redo it, maybe make it more romantic in some way.

"You're right, we definitely could." The curious look was replaced with a mischievous look.

"Do you want to?" He could feel a hot blush on his face. Why was he blushing? That was a first.

"We can. I haven't had sex in a while. Well, not willingly. So forgive me if I'm rusty."

"I'm Sorry." He touched her arm gently, and in response she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.

He picked her up and laid her down on the futon, not wanting to risk popping the air mattress and disturbing Danny. Last thing he needed was for Danny to come into the room for something.

She was clawing at his shirt, gripping it and he pulled back to take it off. He tossed it to the side and started to kiss the soft skin on her neck. His hand slid down to her thigh and he positioned her leg to wrap it around his waist.

Her moans were quiet and almost like whimpers, but they were doing wonders to turn him on. He took her shirt off in a hurry, and he had forgotten how amazing her breasts were. They were full and just the right size.

"Matt, I..." She didn't finish, because he cut her off with a kiss. With one hand, he gripped her breast, and with the other, he pulled down her shorts while she helped him out of his pants.

Once he had slipped inside of her, he felt her grip his shoulders and he grunted softly before he started to kiss her neck again. He moved his hips against hers and could feel their bodies colliding again and again, but with each collision it was harder for her to moan quietly.

It had been so long since he'd had sex, and something about her threatened to send him over the edge. She was squeezing him just right, and everything felt right. Her lips connected with his to muffle her moans.

If only he could actually hear her voice. Noise was sexy to him, hearing her would have helped him, but he wasn't going to risk Danny hearing them.

To his surprise, she flipped him over and grabbed his hands, planting them on her breasts as she moved her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and he had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

She pulled him up and kissed him, and her hands clawed at his shoulders as he felt her reach her orgasm, and then she moved just in time when he reached his.

"Now you can lay next to me," she said with a giggle.

He reached for his shirt, but she beat him to it and put it on. He smiled and laid next to her, putting his pants back on and retrieving the remote.

"Did we just fuck to Keeping Up with the Kardashians?" He shook his head in disbelief, while Maria laughed. It was nice to hear her laugh.

He pulled her close and kissed her head. "I'm glad I found you again. There's no one else I'd rather go through this journey with."

She fell asleep on him, but Matt laid awake for a while, trying to fight off the urge to drink and also trying to avoid dreaming. When he drank, he didn't have dreams.

He finally couldn't take it anymore. He went to the kitchen and dug through the cabinets, but he couldn't find the bottles. "No..." He frantically searched.

The bottles were gone, and Matt was going crazy. He opened the fridge and moved everything, desperate for even a beer. He grabbed his jacket and slipped on his shoes.

He was lucky enough to find a store that was open twenty four hours, and he went in and bought three beers, downing the first two before he had even reached the apartment.

She was still asleep, so he finished the third one and finally was able to relax. The fuzzy feeling washed over him, and he could feel the stress and tension leaving his body.

When morning came, he awoke and saw Maria standing above him, arms crossed. He sat up and blinked away the light. "Maria?"

"What is this?" She asked, holding the empty beer can in her hand.

Well, shit.