Hope For The Hopeless - A Matt Tuck/BFMV Story

The truth is, I enjoyed seeing the guys faces and I enjoyed their company, so I wanted to be selfish and keep them all to myself. I didn't want them to leave and I didn't want them to get big and famous. I wanted them to stay just the way they were. God only knows what all that stardom could do to a person.

I snuggled deeper into my covers, trying to block out the gentle voice calling my name. The warmth I felt was soon gone and replaced with a severe chill as my covers were ripped off of me. I turned over to see Matt, in all his glory, in a pair of boxers and a to die for smirk. He quickly eyed me up and down before placing his eyes back on mine.

"Time to wake up?" he asked sheepishly. I glared at him before reaching my hand out for my covers, pretty much assuming he would give them back.

"Nu-uh. You have to get up. We've got a big day planned. Now up, up, up!" he grinned happily.

"I refuse." I mumbled. "Now give me back my blankets, I want to go back to sleep." I continued to hold my hand out, but he slyly held the covers in one hand, making sure they were as far away from me as possible. I huffed before a thought began to process in my head. I got on my knees and slowly scooted my way to the edge of the bed, holding my arms out to him. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised before I started to pout and wiggle my arms, much like Evie would do.

He laughed before moving closer to me, still keeping the blankets away from me mind you. I wrapped my arms around his torso and laid my head on his chest, enjoying the heat radiating off his body.

"Ooooh, you're warm." I murmured into his bare skin. It only then occurred to me that I was still married and hugging a half naked man who wasn't my husband. But I didn't care at the moment. All I wanted was my covers back.

His grip tightened around me as did mine, but in doing so, he brought his other arm to wrap around me. The blankets were now dangling over the bed behind me. I nuzzled my head against him before running my hand from his back to the front of his chest. I listened as his heartbeat quickened before I took my chance. I quickly gripped the blankets and yanked them away from him. I quickly wrapped myself up in them and collapsed back on the bed.

"Haha! Victory is mine!" I murmured, before snuggling back into my blankets. No sooner had my head hit the pillow did I feel a pair of arms underneath me, succeeding in picking me up along with my millions of blankets. I looked to Matt to see a devious smirk on his face. 'Oh God what is he up to?' I thought.

The smirk never left his face as he headed out of the room and down the hall towards... the bathroom? Uh-oh. I'm in for it. I began to squirm in his arms, trying to get out of them, but to no avail his grip was iron-clad.

"M-Matt. Don't you dare. Don't do it." I began to plead. He looked at me with a smile before I felt very warm water encompass my body, blankets and all. Matt looked on proudly while I tried to muster the worst death glare I could. Apparently it didn't work because he fell over on the bathroom floor. Why did he fall over? He was laughing too hard! If he weren't so damn good-looking I would have killed him. It would be a shame not to see that gorgeous face ever again.

"Now what do I do about my blankets, genius?" I asked, still attempting to glare at him, but loving the hot water on my skin. I shivered a bit, but laid back into the water, pushing the covers from around me and onto the floor next to the tub. I giggled as the massive, wet plop they made met my ears.

"Plop!" I mimicked before splashing a bit. I was feeling rather giddy considering I was in a bathtub completely clothed. Matt just looked on in amusement before scooting his way over to me. I watched as a blush began to creep onto his cheeks and he stuttered a bit as he spoke. That is just too freaking adorable.

"Um, d-do you w-want help?" he asked, looking up at me through the hair that had fallen in his eyes. I was surprised he was being so shy, considering he never was before. I didn't answer for a minute, and I saw his face drop a bit. How do I go about this? Technically I'm still married, but here is a guy that cares enough about me to help me out in my hardest times, when even my husband wouldn't. However, I’d only known him a little less than a month. I always gave up the things I wanted because Chad said they were stupid. I’m not giving this up.

I took his chin in my hand and lifted his head so his eyes met mine. I couldn't read what was in them, but after my answer I could.

"I would like some help. Thank you." I thought his heart had stopped beating at that. His eyes clouded over with happiness that I was allowing him to help. I couldn't help but smile, receiving one in return.

My eyes watched him as he kneeled at the edge of the tub before his hands slowly slid into the water and towards the hem of my t-shirt. He looked at me for an okay, and once I nodded my head okay, he slipped the shirt over my head. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as his hands slid across my back and towards the clasp on my bra. My breath caught in my throat when his calloused hands ran over my shoulders as he slid the straps off. My immediate reaction was to cover myself with my hands. I was only used to being naked in front of Chad. And he was nowhere near as good-looking as Matt.

Matt smiled a bit before another blush crept onto his cheeks as his hands slid to my lower half. They sat on my waist, just above my boxers before he once again looked to me for permission. Again I nodded and I heard his breath hitch in his throat as I lifted up a bit so he could slide them off. He was so careful in what he did, that it amazed me. Chad had never been this gentle. God, I need to stop thinking about Chad. He’s not around anymore. I don’t need him anymore.

I allowed my head to fall forward as Matt’s gentle movements across my back caused me to relax. Still covering myself, I allowed my eyes to slip shut, only opening them as his hands slid around to the front of me, gently grabbing my arms. I looked up and into his eyes to see he was very nervous about the next few places he had to wash.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked softly. I smiled at him before shyly moving my arms away from my chest. He looked down as I did so, his eyes widening at my now bare chest, before they jumped to my eyes. He had the cutest deer in the headlights look on his face and I couldn’t help but melt.

"I'll take that as a yes." he smirked slightly, before his hands and the wash cloth they held found their way to my bare chest. The light circular motion over my breasts began to get me worked up, as bad as that was. I could only hope God wasn't watching right now. Beginning to get a bit more comfortable, I allowed myself to slide down into the water a bit, my head now resting on the edge of the tub. Closing my eyes I relished in his gentle touch.

His movements carried on towards my stomach, slowly making their way lower before stopping just above my area, and oh how I wished they hadn't stopped. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Matt trying to hide a very devious smirk. There's the Matt I knew. I nodded my head once again and his gentle movements started up again. A few moments later however, it wasn't the washcloth I felt against me.

It was his fingers, gently stroking me as he watched me. I allowed my eyes to slip shut as I let out a breathy moan. This seemed to be all Matt needed before his nimble fingers worked a bit faster. I felt my breath hitch in my throat before it came out in rather loud gasps. Fighting with myself to control my moaning so no one would hear, I bit my lip until it was near bleeding. Matt's fingers kept their pace as I felt his arm rest against my stomach before his lips were on mine. I kissed back passionately, desperately trying to fight back the moans as they began getting closer together.

I could feel myself coming close and it was the best feeling in the world. No one else had made me feel this way. I pulled my lips away from Matt's and roughly bit his shoulder as I finally hit my peak. I heard him let out a hiss before a throaty moan soon followed. Hmm, he likes a little pain, eh?

I gripped his shoulders as I rode out the pleasure, only flopping back against the tub wall behind me when it was done. I stared at Matt as I tried to control my breathing and I tell you the smirk on his face was enough to make me want to jump him right then and there. God would strike me dead if he could hear me or had seen what had gone on. I'm a married, catholic woman, was that right of me?

At that moment, I didn't care. The only thing I could think of was how badly I wanted to feel Matt's lips against mine. I grasped him by the back of the neck and pulled him towards me, smirking as his eyes widened, before I crashed my lips against his. He kissed back hungrily before we both pulled away when someone knocked on the door.

"Sarah? Is everything okay? You've been in there for a while, do you need help?" Jay's voice rang through the door. I smirked at Matt to have him return it before I answered.

"No, I'm good actually. Thank you though." I called back, giggling quietly as Matt spoke.

"You were good, alright." he smirked. I slapped his shoulder playfully before Jay's voice rang through the door again.

"By the way, have you seen Matt?" he asked. I tried to desperately hold back the giggle that wanted to erupt as Matt held back a laugh of his own.

"Um, no I'm sorry, I haven't." I spoke rather unconvincingly.

"Oh, oka... Wait a minute." Realization finally hit. "Matt came to wake you up, and now you're in the bathroom and he's missing. Sarah what did you two do?" he wailed, a slight laugh following his words.

"Nothing dear!" I called back. He mumbled something inaudible before I heard him walk away.

"So, was that the big plan for today?" I asked Matt.

"No, but it was one of the many perks." he chimed as his lips connected with mine again. "Come on, I'll help you out." he spoke, after pulling away from me. I blushed a bit before reaching my hands out for him to take. He pulled me up quickly and grabbed me by the waist when I nearly fell out of the tub.

"Walk much?" he snickered, only to receive a slap upside the head.

"It's your fault I can't walk straight Mister."

"Mmm, give it time and you won't be able to walk at all." He smirked before handing me a towel and leaving the bathroom. I stood in awe as I stared at the door. Did he really just say that?