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troubatrain · 4 years ago

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cowboy like me - m. barzal

a/n: omg suddenly she remembers how to write - so this is bigger than a blurb but definitely shorter than a fic so i’m calling it a baby fic!! i really haven’t written anything i love (or have been able to finish) in weeks so this feels really good to post so i hope you guys like it!!!

tagging @texanstarslove & @hookingminor because they both read this ahead of time to tell me it’s not trash (and i appreciate it sm!!)

“...and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up, and the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one...”

She’s only here for her inheritance.

I heard she was dating a CEO but she got caught having an affair with his assistant.

Careful Barz, you might be next after that contract.

Mat’s gaze was held on you while he listened to his teammates and their wives gossip next to him. Mat saw you twice, maybe three times a year, only when you were forced to show your face at an Islanders event. Other than that, Mat knew no more about than Page Six did about Manhattan’s new up and coming socialite. Your family owned the team, putting a pretty penny in your pocket as long as you kept up with appearances, or at least that’s what Sydney seemed to think. You looked perfect, a silk floor length dress that Mat couldn’t imagine wasn’t made for only your body, hair pinned up perfectly while a pair of earrings hung low. Diamonds for sure. Everything about you was eloquent and expensive, and Mat had heard just about every rumor in the book about you.

Mat felt good about himself that night. He was on a point streak and having a monster season. He was wearing a suit that was tailored to absolute perfection, Mat’s dark brown locks tousled perfectly on his head. There was no reason that he couldn’t just walk up to you and finally take a moment to introduce himself to you instead of gawking at you from afar like he’d been doing since he was a rookie. He was a kid then, and you were probably dating a prince or the son of a millionaire and had no time for a dorky kid from Vancouver. Now, Mat was a man with a contract to match and hopes that you could give him the time of day at least. His gazes lingers a bit longer, watching the way your eyes rolled briefly at whatever that man was saying to you. You excuse yourself, waving your empty wine glass in your and like Mat was stalking his prey - this was the moment.

“You’re not very subtle you know,” You muse, looking over at Mat who was leaning against the bar getting a drink of his own, “And blue’s a better color on you.”

Being a bitch was second nature to you. The way scoring came to Mat or business came to your father and siblings. It was easy to be snarky, because snarky kept people at a distance. Besides, no one thought much about you that didn’t involve how many commas were in your bank account or the constant debate about whether or not you’d gotten a nose job when you were eighteen. If they wanted nothing more than a pretty face, then that’s what you’d give them.

“Noted,” Mat takes a gulp of his drink, and your eyes linger a little too long at his hand wrapped around a glass, “You want to dance?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You hum, taking a sip of your drink. Mat Barzal had a reputation that was cleaner than your own, the Islanders golden boy if you will, but you knew better than that. You knew about the revolving door in his apartment and all of the girls who got strung along in hopes they’d get to be the ones who wore that number thirteen jersey to games. Mat Barzal was no saint, and it didn’t matter how many rich men he convinced he was.

“No harm in dancing darling,” Mat husks, voice close to your ear while you desperately hoped he didn’t see the goosebumps on your arm. Mat was throwing you off your game, but it’s a welcome feeling. Darling. You liked that one, tired of the men who constantly called you babe or baby.

“One dance Barz,” You took his hand, letting him guide you to the middle of the tent that your parents had set up on the tennis court in the same home you grew up in. Your hand remained in his, your other gripping his shoulder while you swayed back and forth, “You know your teammates are staring.”

And they were. Mat turns his head, stifling a laugh at Tito’s jaw that was practically on the floor, “Let them.”

“Not afraid of the rumors?” You hum, leaning your head on Mat’s shoulder, “Or are you just like me?”

“Like you?” Mat asks, raising his eyebrows at you, grabbing your and spinning you around before he pulled you closer.

“You don’t want love, just a fancy car or two and girls falling at your feet. You’ll ride into town and leave with more damage done than the time before but you’ll always get away with it. You’ll tell all the stuck up rich people anything they want to hear to keep up appearances. A cowboy if you will,” You explain, a smile on Mat’s face telling you that maybe you nailed it on the head.

“And what if those rumors about me aren’t true?” Mat asks, lips ghosting over yours but he won’t kiss you just yet.

“And what if the ones about me aren’t true?” You quip back to avoid Mat’s question about whether or not you believed any of the shit you heard about him.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

***

And so you did. It wasn’t supposed to happen, you took Mat home that night no intentions of ever speaking to him again. He was going to leave your place and you were going to be another notch in his bedpost. Because that’s what the Mat Barzal’s of the world did. And you were right after all, Mat Barzal was a bandit, who stole the hearts of the women he saw and deleted their numbers without a second thought.

Except Mat wasn’t going to that with you, well he was, but when he woke up the next morning to see you perched in the chair by the window in your apartment, sipping a cup of tea - he didn’t want to leave. You looked so normal, your walls finally down in the comfort of your own space and suddenly Mat needed to know why you had them up so high to begin with. Mat found out quickly, it was the pressure of the people around you. Your family needed you to be perfect, but they didn’t think you’d be good enough for the family business like your brothers.

I just hope she doesn’t ruin him like Oliver.

Mat needs someone who’s going to support him.

She’s just going to hurt him and he’s going to play like shit because of it.

“Would you just stop for a second?” Mat had been chasing you three blocks from the restaurant he was having a nice dinner with you and your family at. He wasn’t supposed to hear them, but he did and you were embarrassed, “Darling-”

“Mat, stop just stop,” You sigh, finally slowing down because those stupid heels you chose to wore were killing your feet. You shiver for a second, Mat’s large hands move to

your arms to try and warm you up, “Go ahead, ask what horrible thing I did to drive my last boyfriend away… because it wasn’t my fucking fault. He was using me, just like everyone else does and-”

“I believe you,” Mat rushes out, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. It wasn’t the first time one the skeletons in either of your closets would try and tear you apart, and it probably wasn’t going to last. There was always going to be brunches with his teammates who hounded him about his girlfriend’s past or whatever rumor they were hearing. There would always be times their significant others would grab your arm in a crowd when Mat was having a conversation with another woman like he was going to hurt you. That wasn’t going away, but it also didn’t matter to him at all. All of that was before he locked it down, things were different now.

Mat went back to your place that night, taking note of the way one of his suits was pressed and in your closet for him, like he belonged there. He smiled at it, the blue suit you insisted he bought because it was the best color on him, “You’re not mad at me right?”

“Why would I be mad darling?” Mat sighs, smiling softly at his shirt that you seemed to always steal when you stayed over. You give him a look like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “I love you, and I don’t care about the past. It’s you and me now and that’s what matters.”

Mat hadn’t said it yet, waiting for the right moment for him to drop a four letter word he never thought he’d ever use. He’d thought it plenty of times, but he was saving for when the moment felt right. Maybe he’d drop it on the trip you had planned in a few weeks, or after a nice date, but you needed to hear it from him now. He loved you, everything down to the way you snored if you had too much to drink.

“I love you too,” You nod, wiping the last tear that had fallen from your eyes, “Cowboy.”

“Call me that forever,” Mat husks, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “And ever.”

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allmidaddies · 5 years ago

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goodnight and go.

Hooking up with Mat happened by accident.

While you had met him through mutual friends a while back the two of you were never close by any means. You did consider yourself to be well acquainted, it helped that your roommate Anastasia was dating his best friend Tito so you saw quite a lot of each other.

He never forgot your birthday and always gave you that bright smile and a hug when he saw you, but it was a rarity that you found yourself in his presence alone. You never thought the two of you would ever become a thing and you were sure he thought the same.

Apparently one night was all it took to change everything.

You had gone out with a few of your work friends, celebrating the completion of a long term project that your team had been working on. Mat happened to be at the same bar that night, joined by a few friends that were visiting from Vancouver. Without the presence of your usual group of friends you had a desire to take this opportunity for what it was worth.

There was no denying that Mat was attractive. You had teased him for his pretty boy looks more than once but he never took it to heart, only letting out one of those glorious laughs of his before dishing something back to you. When you caught his eye across the bar that night you found yourself wondering why you had never pursued him in the past. And when he excused himself from the group he was with, undoubtedly making his way across the bar to get to you, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“What are you doing out here in the wild?” He asked, that boyish grin on his face as his hand pressed against the small of your back. He rested his elbow against the countertop, bringing you into him ever so subtly so as to close the distance between the two of you.

“Could ask you the same thing,” you teased, “I almost didn’t recognize you without Tito hanging over your shoulder.”

Mat let out a loud laugh, drawing a smile from you.

“He gave me the night off,” Mat said easily. You hummed in response, taking that moment to give him a good look. You had been waiting for the bartender to become available, wanting to order yourself another drink to help get you through the night with your rowdy coworkers, but now you were far more interested in the man in front of you.

He always looked good, in that effortless way that made you believe he could wear a rain poncho with slippers and still make it work. That night, however, he looked especially appetizing. The grey t-shirt he was wearing stretched across his chest and the way the dark flannel he was wearing hung off of his shoulders made you want to run your hands across his body and push it to the floor.

Mat might have chirped you for staring but he was busy doing the exact same thing to you. You were only wearing a pair of jeans and an off the shoulder top, nothing fancy in comparison to some of the outfits he had seen you in before, but his gaze lingered on your bare shoulders.

“Well,” you said, wetting your lips, “I’m glad.”

Your comment opened the door for Mat. It was suggestive enough to inspire him to make the next move but just friendly enough that he could brush it off if he had no intentions other than giving you a warm greeting. Mat raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seeming to sparkle with mischief. It took everything in you to fight the smirk that dared to spread across your lips.

“Me too,” Mat said with a smile, “Let me get you a drink.”

That drink gave you the final push of confidence you needed to invite Mat back to your place later in the night. The way his hands never left your waist, fingers dipped just beneath the hem of your top, had you leaning into him as the two of you caught up.

Where you had always figured things would be forced if you were ever one on one with him, you found easy conversation. It made sense, seeing as how long you had known each other, but you were never sure which way the pendulum might have swung. At least that night it seemed to be in your favor.

When you got back to your apartment you wasted no time pulling him into your bedroom. It was as though three years of pent up sexual desire for Mat had all come to a head. Lucky for you he was experiencing the very same thing.

He had you out of your clothes and spread out on the bed within a matter of minutes, lips already swollen from when he’d pressed you up against your bedroom door and crashed his lips against yours.

Each stroke of his tongue had you whimpering his name, fingers tangled in his hair. He certainly knew what he was doing as he gripped your thighs. You couldn’t help but grind your hips against his tongue, needing as much friction, as much of him, as you could get.

By the time he was kicking his boxers off your body was vibrating with the two orgasms he’d coaxed out of you with his fingers and tongue yet you were still aching for more. And when he finally sank into you, stretching you out and filling you up, you let out a contented sigh, pulling him closer.

His lips were on yours again, swallowing each other’s moans as he found a steady pace, stroking along your g-spot with each thrust. With one hand around the back of his neck you reached the other down to rub your clit. Mat dragged his lips down the skin of your neck, leaving marks in his wake to match the ones you’d left on his throat in the Uber back to your place.

Finally, he knocked your hand away to replace it with his own, feeling you clench around him.

“Fuck, Mat,” you whined, nails digging into his bicep. His chain hung over your face as he brought you to your third orgasm, chasing his own high as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

“Yeah baby, gonna cum for me?” He groaned, voice raspy and fucked out as you gave a high pitched moan, head falling back against the pillows as you came. Mat buried his head in your neck, the cool metal of his chain in contrast with your hot skin.

The room was filled with the sound of you both catching your breath. Mat pulled out of you slowly, cringing when you whined at the loss of contact.

“Sorry pretty girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against your forehead before moving into your bathroom to get something to clean up. He never fully got back into bed but you hadn’t expected him to. It had crossed your mind several times that night how this would change the course of your friendship.

You tossed the towel into the laundry and reached for a t-shirt to sleep in along with a clean pair of panties. Mat had pulled his boxers back on and was sitting on the edge of the bed by the time you came out of the bathroom.

“Why have we never done that before?” he asked with a laugh.

“Beats me,” you laughed, kneeling on the bed across from him. Mat ran his fingers through his hair, choosing his next words carefully.

“I really hate to be that guy…” Mat trailed off, a guilty expression on his face as he looked over at you. You gave a playful eye roll,

“I know you have practice tomorrow Barz, you don’t have to give me the line.”

Mat laughed quietly, shaking his head at you with a smile.

“We should do that again,” he said, “I had a good time.”

You had to bite down on your bottom lip, still slightly swollen from having them pressed against his for the past two hours, to keep from smiling.

“Yeah, definitely. Casual thing, yeah?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m not allowed to tell Tito?” Mat teased.

“Yes,” you laughed, sitting up on your knees.

“Lips are sealed,” Mat pretended to zip his lips as he stood and shrugged back into his clothes. You shamelessly checked him out as his muscles flexed with each movement. How you had managed to resist him for so long blew your mind.

“How do you plan on explaining those?” You asked, ghosting your fingers over the marks you’d left on his chest before he slipped his t-shirt over his head. Mat turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. For a brief moment he was distracted by your reflection, the big t-shirt hanging over your frame just enough to cover your ass.

“I can tell them I just got really, really lucky tonight,” Mat smirked at you in the mirror. You gave a gentle shove to his chest. He laughed as he leaned down to pick up his t-shirt.

You leaned against the door frame as Mat stepped out into the hallway, tucking his phone in his back pocket.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” Mat said, though he sounded unsure. You fought the grin on your face as you looked up at him,

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I know,” Mat smiled, “But, unless you don’t want me to, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

You felt heat in your face as you glanced down at your bare feet.

“Okay.”

“Have a good night, Y/N,” Mat said, giving you a nod and turning on his heel.

“Have fun at practice tomorrow Barz,” you said, a teasing smile on your lips. Mat gave you a mock salute before heading down the hall.

II.

While you were talking more regularly since that night than you had in the past it took almost 3 weeks for it to happen again. You had seen him a handful of times but not in a setting that allowed the two of you to slip off again.

And the next time Mat ended up between your sheets, it happened without the assistance of alcohol.

You had been feeling particularly needy that night so you did what you had to do. You slipped into an oversized t-shirt and perched yourself on the foot of your bed for an all too inviting mirror selfie to post on your instagram story. It wasn’t often that you posted thirst traps and you weren’t exactly posting it for one specific person but if it worked...it worked. And the photo you got out of it was some of your best work, if you were being honest. And it just so happened that the shirt you were wearing was an old Islanders shirt.

With the late hour it didn’t take long for a few people to reply to your story. A mix of friends and a few guys you’d talked to in the past. Just as you were contemplating taking it down and replying to one of your old roster numbers, the one person you’d secretly hoped to see it, replied to it.

barzal97 replied to your story: you could have just invited me over you know

If he’d been any other guy you would have just rolled your eyes and left him on read but somehow it worked for Mat.

yourusername: this seemed to work just fine though

barzal97: is this an open invitation?

yourusername: if you want it to be...

barzal97: i think i need to come get that shirt off of you

yourusername: you’ll just have to be quiet, Stas is home

Within the hour Mat was texting you that he was there. While Anastasia was in the shower you managed to sneak him into your apartment.

“You know you can’t laugh, right,” you said as you pressed your hand against his back, gently guiding him down the hall.

“Why not?” Mat chuckled, already breaking your rule.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you said, tone teasing, “But you have a very distinguishable laugh.”

It took everything in him to stifle the laugh that erupted from that comment alone. You smack his arm lightly, only making his body vibrate with laughter even more.

“She’s going to hear you!” You hissed, though your own laughter slipped out as you pushed him onto the bed.

“Would that be so bad?” Mat asked, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s not exactly the best at keeping secrets,” you said, “Remember how everyone found out that Tito fucked with socks on…”

“Oh right…” Mat trailed off. You nodded with a minor eye roll.

“Well…” Mat said slowly, “I’ll just have to find a way to occupy my mouth...and then I’ll sneak out after she goes to bed.”

His words had you wanting to squeeze your legs together but because he had you straddling his thighs you couldn’t. So, instead, you rocked your hips against his gently,

“I can think of a few ways.”

A few hours later, once your legs were aching and his hair was drooping over his forehead, Mat quietly slipped on his shoes. You pressed your ear against the bedroom door, listening for any signs that your roommate might still be awake.

“It’s like almost 1 am,” Mat whispered, hovering over your shoulder.

“You’d be surprised at how late she stays up on a regular basis,” you sighed.

“That’s like...really unhealthy,” Mat said.

“Maybe you should take it up with Tito, usually it’s his fault,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, earning a quiet chuckle. He clamped his hand over his mouth as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Sorry,” he whispered, words muffled from his palm, “I forgot.”

“I have to say,” you whispered, “I’m impressed with your self restraint.”

“Yeah?” Mat grinned, “Well, it’s not as hard when I had a pleasant distraction.”

You raised your eyebrows at him,

“Pleasant? That’s how you’d describe that? Pleasant? Barz, I did not do the equivalent of 300 squats on your dick for you to describe it as pleasant.”

Mat slid his arm around your waist, pressing his chest to your back while he buried his face in your neck. His laughter was vibrating against your throat,

“It was better than pleasant, pretty girl.”

“Mmm?” You hummed, unimpressed.

“It was really fucking good,” Mat murmured, “And I’m definitely going to be thinking about it on our next roadie.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, twisting in his arms to look up at him. Mat nodded.

“Definitely. And, ya know, if you wanna send me visual inspiration I wouldn’t be opposed.”

It was your turn to stifle laughter,

“You can just call them nudes, Barzy.”

“That makes me sound like a tool,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes at his antic, brushing his hair off of his forehead,

“If you’re good, I’ll think about it.”

Mat grinned, leaning down to press his lips against yours, hands sliding to your ass beneath your t-shirt. You were first to pull back, giving him a gentle shove to the chest so you could open the door.

“Now get out of here before she decides to make a midnight trip to the fridge.”

Mat laughed, stumbling out into the hall.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he surrendered, “Goodnight.”

III.

Mat was stuck in a limbo. The longer the two of you were hooking up the harder it was for him to hide his feelings from you. And the harder it was for the both of you to hide it from your friends.

He wanted to tell you that his position on this “friends with benefits” situation had changed since it all started nearly two months ago now, but he was afraid to ruin the relationship that you had developed over that time.

It was obvious to everyone that you were closer than you had been in years past but it was subtle enough that nobody questioned anything. They chalked it up to being that Anastasia and Tito were dating so you and Mat were seeing more of each other than before but the reality was that the times without them were the times you were taking advantage of.

Before, Mat would text you less than three times a month. It was more likely he sent you a stupid meme on Instagram than anything. But now he was FaceTiming you on the road and coming by your apartment as soon as he was back in town. You told yourself it was because he knew Anastasia would be heading over to Tito’s place to hang out, unwilling to let yourself fall down that rabbit hole.

He was also far more affectionate on nights out than normal. He was a pretty handsy guy as it was but now it was rare that you spent a night out without him draping his arm around the back of the booth, leaning just a little closer to talk to you than necessary. He couldn’t help himself.

Everything about you drew him to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you played with your hair when you got nervous, or talked with your hands when you got excited.

You also shared a growing number of inside jokes. From when Mat drunkenly slammed his fingers in your bedroom door or the time you accidentally kneed yourself in the face during missionary.

When he’d entered into the agreement of friends with benefits he was sure he would be able to avoid catching feelings. You’d been friends for years and never before had he had any sort of romantic feelings towards you. Sure he thought you were pretty and your sense of humor complimented his, but the desire to call you his girl had never crossed his mind before.

He wanted to blame it on the sexual chemistry that the two of you shared but the more time that passed the less he could excuse it. You were the first person he thought to text when something good happened, the one he wanted to call when he was having a bad day. Each game day he found himself picturing you in a wag jacket with his last name on it or a jersey with his number.

And while Mat was usually pretty forward he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. So he didn’t. And he continued to end every hookup with a goodnight and go.

Mat rolled onto his back, hands tucked behind his head as he caught his breath. His chest was glistening in the dim lighting of your room, his body spent from a long night between the sheets. Anastasia had told you she was staying the night with Tito so as soon as the door shut behind her you were texting Mat, asking if he was free to come over. Which, to no surprise considering his best friend was occupied, he was.

You stumbled into the bathroom, legs feeling like jello to the point you gripped the countertop for support. You could hear Mat get up off the bed, getting dressed once again. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips at the thought of him leaving before even giving himself a chance to catch his breath.

It was nothing new. It happened every time. Whether you were at his place or at your place, as soon as both of you were sexually satisfied and exhausted the clothes were thrown back on and one of you was half way out the door.

You wanted something to budge. As much as you cherished your friendship with him and the fact that you were closer now than ever, you wanted more. It felt selfish and stupid, seeing as he could have any girl he wanted so why would he want to be tied down at a young age?

You did your best to push the feelings back, washing your face to buy yourself time before having to face him once again.

Mat sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to rejoin him in the bedroom before he dipped. It was getting harder to leave every time. How badly he wanted to pull you into his chest and fall asleep with you.

The bathroom door opened, light pouring in for a moment before you flicked it off and made your way back over to the bed. You made yourself comfortable, reaching for your water and taking a long drink. Mat was buying himself time, checking his phone and answering Jordan’s text before finally standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

You hated the way he made it seem like such a dramatic thing every time he left. Like you didn’t expect it. Like he needed to apologize every time. You understood that this was just sex for him.

Mat caught the way you dropped your gaze to your lap, picking at your nails as he put on his slides and reached for his keys. If he wasn’t mistaken he could trace pain in your expression. For a moment he wondered if you wanted him to stay. But he couldn’t ask you that. It would be making himself incredibly vulnerable and he wasn’t ready for the rejection.

“Are you coming to dinner tomorrow?” He asked, breaking the silence. It was Jordan’s birthday and everyone was invited to get dinner in the city, you included of course. Mat wanted to see you in a pretty dress, laughing with your friends. Even if he couldn’t have you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He nodded, unable to find any other words to say. He needed to rip off the bandaid and go. Your eyes were heavy on him as he crossed the room to the door. Just as he opened it he heard you shuffle in bed, tucking yourself in. His heart ached in his chest at the thought of you having to be in an empty apartment that night.

He padded across the room, taking you by surprise. You stared up at him curiously as he reached you. He took your chin in his forefinger and thumb, tilting it up to look at him.

Before you could ask him what was going through his mind he pressed one more kiss against your lips. And then one against your forehead.

“Goodnight pretty girl.”

IV.

You should not have been jealous. Not even a little bit. However, that little green monster appeared on your shoulder as you sat in the booth and watched Mat lean over the counter and order a drink for the pretty girl on his left.

He was young, attractive, and very much single so he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. He could flirt with whoever and have sex with whoever but something felt so wrong about watching him with someone who wasn’t you.

When you’d gotten ready for the night out earlier in the evening you had dressed yourself in one of your favorite outfits, hoping that it might catch Mat’s eye. The two of you had never gone home together after a night out with your friends, fearing that they might catch on to the new situationship that had developed. You couldn’t help it, though. You had caught feelings and as much as you denied it to yourself you knew exactly why that little green monster had shown up that night.

You reached the bottom of your drink, mindlessly swirling the ice around as you listened to Jordan and Tito talk about something that you’d missed half of. A body dropped into the space beside you, pushing your empty drink out of your hand and replacing it with a new one. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Mat’s hands, those familiar bracelets against his pale skin.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, not bothering to make sure he heard you. Mat scrunched his eyebrows together, noticing your quiet demeanor and the crease between your brows.

“What’s up pretty girl?” he asked, leaning into you and squeezing your thigh underneath the table. You gave him a half second glance before staring down at your drink once again.

“Nothing.”

Mat ran his fingers through his hair, looking back over his shoulder to see the frown on the face of the girl he’d just ditched at the bar.

“Am I supposed to believe that?” Mat asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Believe whatever you want,” you shrugged, finally looking up at him properly. Mat caught your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any kind of hint that you were feeling exactly what he thought you might be feeling.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked lowly, eyes shifting towards the door. You turned your attention to the rest of the group. They were all engrossed in conversations amongst themselves, unaware of the invitation Mat had just extended to you.

“Only if you’re coming with me,” you said, finally a small smile tugging at your lips. Mat felt like breathing a sigh of relief but he chuckled instead,

“Of course I am. It appears I need to make you feel better babygirl.”

Mat slid from the booth, announcing to everyone that he was taking you home. Anastasia gave you a look that asked a million questions but you gave her your best poker face and a shrug of your shoulders. After a chorus of “have a good night” and “see you tomorrow” Mat guided you out the door and onto the streets of New York.

That night you lingered a little longer after both of you came down from your orgasms.

Mat had pulled you closer than before, his arm around your back to hold your chest against his as he thrust into you, making your toes curl. He more than made up for flirting with that other girl at the bar. Not that he knew that.

He stayed deep inside you for a moment, both of your bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight. It seemed as though you were both thinking the same thing. Was this enough anymore?

Finally you pushed his shoulder so that he would pull out, rolling onto his back so you could get up. The air in his bedroom felt thick with tension and unspoken words as you got dressed. Mat broke the silence first as he sat up.

“Do you want to stay?”

The words sounded strange coming off of his tongue. Awkward and unsure. He watched in anticipation as your body stiffened at his request. He already knew your answer but he couldn’t help but ask the question.

Did you want to stay? Yes. Of course you did. You always wanted to stay and you always wanted him to stay. The friendship that you’d had before hooking up had paved the way for the newfound feelings you’d developed and suddenly you were falling for the guy that you never thought you’d be with. The guy you had watched flirt through countless bars and afterparties, who could have any girl he wanted. The fact that you had been stupid enough to let yourself get attached terrified you. And now he was asking you to stay.

“Is that a good idea, Barzy?” You asked. Mat rolled his eyes at the nickname. His name always sounded so nice coming off of your lips whenever he was inside you but as soon as it was over it was like he was another one of the boys to you.

“I don’t know,” Mat sighed, “Is it?”

“I think we both know the answer to that,” you said softly, pushing yourself to stand. If you’d been paying closer attention you would have seen the way his face twisted in pain at your rejection. But, with your back to him, you were hiding your own.

“But it’s late,” Mat said gently.

“You’ve let me go home late before,” you said, watching him closely as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his boxers.

“Well,” he shrugged, “That was before.”

“Before what?”

“Before I knew better.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that but decided against it. Not tonight. You were tired and feeling frustrated at yourself for falling this far.

“Let me drive you home, at least,” Mat said. He was standing now, sweats hanging low on his hips as he ran his hands down your arms.

You looked up at him, scanning his face. You wanted some hint of emotion but he was so good at keeping a poker face. For a moment you thought you might have seen a glimpse of sadness in his pretty eyes but it was gone before you could really question it. He gave your arms a gentle squeeze before stepping around you to grab a sweatshirt.

The car ride was quiet, but not in a way that it felt uncomfortable. Mat had the radio playing quietly so you could tell he was deep inside his own head.

“Are you watching the road?” You asked, leaning your elbow on the center console. Mat laughed,

“I am looking at the road. Why?”

You shrugged,

“You seem a bit like a space cadet tonight.”

Mat furrowed his brows, the smile on his face dropping. You immediately regretted bringing it up. Maybe you weren’t close enough yet to talk about things like this yet.

“I’m okay,” Mat said. He let his gaze drift to you for a moment,

“You don’t believe me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“You didn’t believe me earlier,” you countered. Mat pulled up in front of your building, putting his car into park before he turned to look at you properly.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“Promise you’d tell me if you weren’t?” You asked. He looked tired. The smile he’d had when he greeted you with a hug at the pre-game was no longer reaching his eyes.

“Yes,” he said. You stared at him a moment longer.

“Okay,” you said quietly, “Because I care about you, Mat. Maybe more than I should but for good reason.”

Mat nodded. God he wanted to tell you how he felt so bad but he couldn’t work up the courage to push it past the tip of his tongue.

“Goodnight Barzy,” you said, leaning over the console and pressing a kiss against his pouted lips. Before he could get another word in you were gone.

+ one

The expression on Mat’s face told you everything as he skated off the ice after a crushing loss at home. You hadn’t even noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip until you tasted a bit of blood from the broken skin.

Mat had invited you to come over after the game earlier in the day but now you weren’t so sure if he’d want company. You had experienced losses with the team before but this was different. Mat hadn’t had a good game at all and while watching him break his stick against the glass in the third period was making you squeeze your legs together, you figured he’d want to be alone.

All you really wanted was to make him feel better, as best you could, but it wasn’t exactly your place. That wasn’t in your agreement.

iMessage: Mat Barzal (2)

i want you naked

meet me by my car in 20 minutes

You nearly choked when your phone buzzed in your hand and you read the messages Mat had sent you. You tried to ignore the fact that even after a tough loss you were the first person he was thinking of. And even better, he wanted to see you.

You had seen Mat angry during games and while he was most definitely dominating in bed, you were about to experience a side of him you’d never seen before.

He’d been brooding the entire ride back to your apartment, the black eye he was sporting only added to the dark look in his expression. Once the door was shut behind you he was ordering you to the bedroom, but not before crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Like he’d been waiting all night.

“Go get on the bed,” Mat said, his voice low and rough as he kicked off his shoes. Where you might have typically given him an attitude, seeing just how far you could push his buttons, you nodded submissively and stripped yourself on your way to your room, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in your wake.

Mat waited in the kitchen a moment, running his hands over his face and through his still damp hair. He took a deep breath, calming himself down from the game he’d just had. It was okay. You were here now. And you were waiting for him in the bedroom.

Mat left his suit jacket draped over the back of one of your barstools, loosening his tie as he headed towards the bedroom.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw you sitting on your knees for him, in just your bra and panties. There was an innocent expression on your face, wondering what he had in store for you. His fingers worked on the buttons of his dress shirt, needing the material off of his body so that he could feel your skin against his.

“Fuck babygirl,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip as he towered over you, “You make me feel so much better.”

You pressed your hands against his abdomen, trailing down to his belt and moving to undo it.

“Ah ah ah,” Mat caught your wrists, “Give me a taste first. That’s all I want right now.”

Though he was in charge there was a sort of pleading in his voice as he laid you out on the bed, making himself comfortable between your legs.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the second period,” he hummed, lips moving against the inside of your thighs.

“Me too,” you sighed. His hands slid up your legs, hooking on your panties and tugging them down.

“God you’re incredible,” Mat spoke softly, more to himself than to you as he admired your wet pussy now bare before him.

“Please Mat,” you whined, carding your fingers through his hair. He lifted his gaze to meet yours,

“Just lay back, baby, enjoy the show.”

He licked a bold strip up your pussy, collecting your juices on his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit. He moaned against you, the vibration making your head fall against the pillows and your eyes roll back.

Mat was clearly getting some of his frustration of the game out, letting his mind become distracted as he fucked you with his tongue. He always knew how to make you cum within minutes with his tongue alone but that night he was so focused, only wanting to draw more and more of those sweet moans from your lips. The way his name sounded in your mouth was making him hard. He couldn’t help but rut his hips against the bed as your whimpers and whines filled his ears.

Even when he was done bringing you to orgasm he didn’t let up. He pushed his pants and boxers to the floor, bringing your knee to your chest to spread you open as he leaned down so his face was even with your core once again. His eyes locked with yours as he spit onto your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp gasp at the sensation, a sinister smile on his face as he slid into you. He loved watching you fall apart for him.

He had barely let you catch your breath but you wanted it. You were loving the feeling of his desperation, just needing release. If you could offer him escape that’s what you would give him.

Mat pulled out briefly, only long enough so he could flip you onto your knees and run his hand down your back before pushing into you again.

“You’re so good for me baby,” he groaned.

“Fuck,” you cried, fisting the sheets as he picked up his pace again.

“This pussy is all mine, yeah baby? All mine,” Mat said. You moaned in agreement, senses too overwhelmed to give any other response. It was his. He was the only person who could make you feel this good. Mat reached down and pressed his fingers against your clit, feeling you clench around him.

“Close, eh?” he asked.

“Yes Mat, yes yes yes.”

He flipped you back onto your back, legs spread open for him once again. He pulled out, his hard cock resting against his lower stomach as he pushed his fingers into you, thumb rubbing against your clit in tight circles.

“C’mon baby, come on,” Mat encouraged you, knowing you were so close. His other hand stroked his cock in pace with his fingers that were pumping in and out of you. As you came, he was finishing on your stomach with a low groan and a string over curse words. Your nails dug into his forearm. He coaxed you through your orgasm, lazily rubbing his fingers over your clit and spreading around your cum as he watched your body relax into the mattress.

“Good job pretty girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his mouth. Your jaw dropped open slightly, staring up at him as he sucked them clean, the sound filling the room.

Mat moved into the bathroom, grabbing a wet towel to clean you off. As soon as he was done he hovered over top of you again, pressing a few kisses against your lips,

“You did so good baby. You make me feel so much better.”

Mat didn’t mean to fall asleep. He hadn’t exactly wanted to leave like he usually did but he wasn’t planning on crossing the line that night. However, he’d been so exhausted from the night that his body betrayed him and he found himself waking up in your bed.

Neither one of you had gotten dressed, the thin sheets the only thing covering your frames as your legs tangled together. Your head rested on his chest, fingers loosely curled around the chain that was hanging from his neck. He could feel your heartbeat against his ribcage and it was taking everything in him to keep his own steady.

Your other hand was looped around the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. Mat let his hand ghost over the bare skin of your back, mindlessly drawing shapes as he reveled in the moment. If it had been anyone else he might have slipped from the bed and made a quiet exit. But it was you.

And he wanted to hang onto this moment as long as you’d let him. He was afraid to move, for fear of waking you up from the peaceful dream you seemed to be having. The way your nose scrunched and lips pouted had his heart tugging in his chest.

All too quickly your eyes were fluttering open, adjusting to the light of your room after being pulled from your deep sleep by the warm body beside you. The metal between your fingers brought you back to earth, grounding you in the reality that you were waking up in your own room with Mat tucking you into his side.

“Hi,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

“Hi,” you breathed, running your palm down his bare chest. God you could get used to this. The number of times you thought about what it would be like to wake up in his arms, to not have him leave you with a goodnight, had nearly broken you down. You just hoped he wanted this as badly as you did.

If it weren’t for your bladder you would have laid there all morning and well into the afternoon. Unwillingly, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. Gently you reached out and brushed his hair off of his forehead. You contemplated leaning down and pressing your lips against his but decided not to push your luck.

Mat watched as you slipped out from the sheets, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor to throw on before making your way into the bathroom. You glanced at him over your shoulder just before shutting the door, taking in his appearance with the bedsheet low on his hips and his hair messy. His arm was draping over his eyes now, bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so...pretty.

His praises from the night before were stirring around in your head.

“You make me feel so much better.”

“All mine.”

When you emerged from the bathroom he was sitting up, feet planted on the floor, with his boxers back on. He was running his fingers through his hair, staring out the window with an expression you couldn’t read on his pretty features.

“I’m going to make breakfast…” you said, breaking his attention, “If you want some.”

Mat turned to look at you, the light from the bathroom acting as a halo around you. You had washed your face and all the traces of the night before were gone and he was left staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah, sounds good.”

You pulled out a pair of clean panties to put on as Mat took his turn in the bathroom.

When he joined you in the kitchen he made himself busy making coffee while you tried to ignore the looming question that hung over both of you.

“So apparently I left a huge crack in the glass last night at the arena,” Mat said.

“I’m not surprised,” you laughed, “You were swinging your stick like it was a baseball bat.”

“Yeah I’m thinking of taking up a new sport,” Mat laughed, stepping up beside you as you finished up the eggs.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I think you should stick to hockey.”

“Even after last night?” Mat chuckled, a hint of disappointment in his voice. You smiled softly, looking up at him over your shoulder,

“Even after last night.”

Mat pressed a kiss on your shoulder and you could feel his smile through your t-shirt. He pulled down two plates and two mugs, setting them side by side on the counter. You were about to ask him to put some oat milk in your coffee but he was already pressing a warm mug into your hand. He had a proud smile on his face as he watched your words die on your lips.

“Don’t think I’d forget how you take your coffee,” he teased before launching into a story about the previous day. You watched him closely, noting all his typical nervous habits. Cracking his knuckles, folding his hands together, fixing his hair. Check. Check. Check.

“Mat,” you said finally, interrupting his monologue.

“Yeah?” he asked, clearing the now empty plates.

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

“What?” He asked, playing dumb.

“Mathew,” you said slowly. Mat laughed nervously, averting his eyes. You chewed the inside of your cheek, moving to the sink to start filling it with water so you could wash some dishes.

Mat was quiet, gathering his thoughts as he watched you. He could do mornings like this every morning. It was so domestic and comfortable. Everything he had hoped it would be and more.

Mat stood behind you, gently taking the sponge from your hands and turning you so you were facing him, your back against the counter.

“Look,” he said, “I know I don’t typically spend the night…”

You nodded, busying yourself with a loose string on his boxers.

“But I’m really, really into you and I hate leaving every night,” he admitted. That one sentence and it felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders.

“I don’t like it when you leave,” you confessed, voice barely a whisper. Mat’s lips spread out in a wide grin,

“Yeah?”

He caught your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it to look up at him. You nodded, best you could with him holding your face.

“And I’m really really into you too.”

Your hands flattened against his stomach and you slid your arms around his waist.

“So I can, like, totally spend the night again?” Mat asked. You laughed, nodding again.

“Please do.”

“I plan on it.”

You smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His lips ghosted over yours as he spoke again,

“I also plan on taking you on a date.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Free tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Barzy, but I’m always free for you.”

Mat laughed, reaching down to hoist your legs up around his waist. You gripped the back of his neck, letting out a loud laugh when he teasingly bit down on your neck. He set you on the counter, hands running over your bare legs.

“Oh and by the way,” he said, that boyish grin on his face.

“Hmm?”

“Good morning.”

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