hit me hard before you go tord x matt

Afraid

I was looking him, in the corner eye, I was admiring the purple letterman jacket wearer. All I wanted to do was talk to him. But our cliques don't along. He was a Jock, I am a greaser. And was he just beautiful. The most beautiful being in this school. I had a huge crush on him, even if I never spoken to him.

I was walking to my locker, to get books for my next class. Matt was in most of my classes, he sat with his friends, Mark, Eduardo, and Edd I sat with my friends, Paul, Patryk and Tom. I wasn't focusing on anything until I bumped into a tall figure, my pocket knife fell from my pocket and I bent down quickly to pick it up. "Watch where you're going Norski." Was all I heared when I was getting up again. It was Matt. "Oh. Sorry I actually didn't see you there!" I spat. "Whatever. Meet me after school so I can deal with your punk ass." Was Matt really threatening me? Hm. He didn't seem to scare me. I do have a blade to protect myself he tries to kill me...for bumping into him. "Okay? I don't see why, now can you get the hell out of my way." I spat once again. He was in front of my locker.

In class again, I couldn't help but admire him, shit. He never catches me staring, but he notices the girls.

The end of the school day, and I waited an hour before I had to meet up with Matt, I had my hands shoved in my leather jacket as I went to see him at the back of the school. "What do you want?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest as I walked towards to him.

No response.

It was all of a sudden that my body was pinned against the wall, didni forget to mention that he's like more than a foot bigger than me? I was tiny compared to him. "Wh-what the fuck, are you doing?!" I shouted, coughing from a choke. God. What did he want from me? "To do this." He whispered, inching closer and closer to my face, and his lips smashed into mine. My silver eyes went wide before I melt into his lips, my eyes slowly closing All I could taste on his lip was bubble mint gum, and cherry ChapStick.

He had my body still pressed against the wall, one had on my waist, rubbing my visible that was underneath the small tight red top I was wearing. His other hand was on the wall that I was against. The kiss soon became more heated, and his hips soon came into contact with mine. Fuck, I was starting to get turned on. The kiss soon broke after and he licked his lips, and so did I. "Give me a ride home? Maybe I'll let you come in for awhile, and maybe make you cum while you're at it." Whoa..what the fuck? Did hr just? God.

"You know I dont have a car...I have a motorcycle." I crossed my arms over my chest and rose an eyebrow in the Brits direction. "I never been on a motorcycle." He confessed. "Oh? Well better hold on, buddy, and I dont have a second helmet, so hold on good." I scraped the heel of my already torn up biker boots and made my way towards my bike. Matt followed behind me.

I grabbed my helmet and placed it on my head, tightening it so it wouldn't fall off. I got on, and waited for him, and then we were off.  He gave me directions to his house but I could tell that he was scared of the bike, poor baby, I didn't think such a tough jock was scared of a motorcycle.

Once we arrived, his parents weren't there, well nice. I lived alone. Usually one of my friends stayed from time to time to keep me company. But I liked to be alone too, but it sucked at times too. "Welcome to my house, Norski. Let's go to my room now, I never really spend time down here." And we went up to his room.

His room was filled of posters and football trophies and such. It was also a huge room.

"Listen Tord, baby, I know our groups dont get along, but I can't help that I wanna do things to you, and make you mine, so what do you say, tiny? You in on this?" Matt's finger ran over my jaw and tiltes my head up, his breath went on my neck and I couldn't help but to moan. "I-I think that sounds like a good idea." I responded, swallowing hard as he pushed me down on the bed, his hand going in an area I didn't expect it to go.

"I can't tell my friends... I'm still in the closet.." I couldn't help but to moan those words out by the movements of his hand on my crotch.

Fuck, the way his hand movements got a little faster when I said that.

"Well neither can I. Nobody can know about us, got it? Good."