Work Text:
George wasn’t a jealous person by any means.
Sure, he’d be possessive of a few things in his life, but who isn’t? Some things are meant to be shared, and some things just aren’t.
One of those things in his life that he couldn’t bear sharing with others was Matty.
It was obvious how possessive he was over his boyfriend. In interviews, he’d make it a point so that he’d always be paired up with Matty. During the interview, he’d always keep his hand firmly gripped onto Matty’s thigh.
So, you could’ve imagined the look on his face when Matty picked Ross for the Robbers kiss.
George had no qualms with Matty kissing fans for the Robbers kisses previously— he thought it was wholesome, and he knew Matty didn’t mean anything by kissing them. It was just a sweet moment to observe, how the fans’ faces would always light up after the kiss, smiling all the way as the security escorted them back to the pit.
It was a different story when it was Ross, though. Matty has known Ross longer than he’d known George— who knows if there was an ulterior motive for the kiss? Why didn’t Matty go up to George and kiss him instead? It’s not like they’ve never done it before, anyways.
Once they all got off the stage, George firmly wrapped his hand around Matty’s wrist, pulling him in the direction of the dressing room.
He quickly opened the door, pushed Matty in, and then locked the door behind them. Immediately after, he pushed Matty against the wall, using one of his hands to pin Matty’s hands above his head.
George ground his erection against Matty’s, noticing how Matty was already rock-hard. That fucker, must’ve done it on purpose.
“Did you forget who you belong to, hmm?” George muttered, cupping his free hand over Matty’s erection, eliciting a groan from the latter.
Matty was already all worked up, panting heavily, hair stuck to his forehead. He looked up at George, and George knew that look all too well.
It was a look only George got to see. The way his eyes silently pleaded, “Fuck me,” coupled with the way his lips looked while parted and coated in spit.
He quickly pulled down Matty’s pants and boxers in one swift motion, noting how Matty whimpered as the fabric rubbed against his erection.
“Did you do this on purpose? To get me all riled up? Watching you kiss Ross right in front of my face?” George smirked, wrapping his hand around Matty’s erection. Matty moaned, closing his eyes and indulging in the sensations. “So what if I did?” Matty smirked.
While stroking Matty’s erection, George shoved two fingers into Matty’s mouth. Matty didn’t even need George to tell him what to do— they’ve done this so many times, after all.
Matty wrapped his tongue around George’s digits, staring up at him seductively. He sucked off George’s fingers with a ‘pop’, a thin string of saliva connecting them.
“Fuck me ‘till I can’t walk.”
George circled Matty’s rim with his fingers, the latter’s breath hitching. He slowly inserted a finger into Matty’s hole, eliciting a whimper from the older man.
“Fuck— hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Matty panted, whining as George quickly inserted another finger into him, scissoring them hastily. Matty cried out as he rubbed against his prostate, slamming his head against the wall behind him.
“J-just fuck me already, I can take it,” Matty whined, sighing when George took his fingers out of Matty. George quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants, spitting onto his hands and rubbing his cock in hopes of making some form of makeshift lubricant.
“Hold tight,” George mumbled, before grabbing Matty’s thighs and wrapping them around his waist. Matty instinctively wrapped his arms around George’s neck, burying his face in George’s collarbone.
George entered Matty with one rough thrust upwards, eliciting a loud, “FUCK!” from Matty. George lifted Matty up, pulling almost completely out of him before slamming back into him with the same vigour as before. Matty was panting, head slamming against the door with every thrust. It felt like he’d lost all control of his body. All he could do was just to stand there and take it— to fully submit to George, and to completely be at George’s mercy.
“F-fuck— George, please—“ Matty begged, words garbled and borderline incoherent. George continued thrusting up, his pace never relenting. George gave one specifically rough and deep thrust, pushing Matty down on his cock right as he thrust upwards.
Matty screamed.
George was so occupied with fucking Matty that he didn’t realise the tears streaking Matty’s face. George paused his thrusts for a while, using one hand to push the hair out of Matty’s face.
“Hey— are you alright?” George stared into Matty’s eyes. His pupils were dilated, eyelashes wet with tears.
“George I swear to fucking god if you stop now I will end your life,”
George didn’t need him to say that twice. He carried Matty over to the dressing table, laying him down on his back.
“You sure you wanna do it like this? I’m pretty sure it’s easier for me to be on my front,” Matty panted, getting more impatient every second that he wasn’t impaled on George’s cock.
“No, I want to see your face,” George responded, roughly thrusting back into Matty. “Especially when I do this.”
George admired Matty’s facial expression. A face contorted with what one could only describe as pure bliss. He looked absolutely wrecked, hair falling all over the place, the little mascara he had on running down his cheeks. Lips parted, coated with saliva. He looked gorgeous.
George gave a few more punishing thrusts directly on Matty’s prostate, making the older man let out moans that sounded borderline inhumane.
“FUCK— George, ah—you’re gonna make me cum, fuck, FUCK—!” Matty came all over both their chests, panting heavily as George continued thrusting into his now oversensitive hole.
“Fuck— you feel so fucking good—“ George gasped, thrusts getting more animalistic and rough by the second. Matty was reduced to a whining and moaning mess, his moans were garbled and incoherent. He sounded like he was crying.
“Fill me up with your cum, fuck, AH—!“ Matty whined, overstimulated.
That did it for George, he came with a loud groan, thrusting deeply into Matty’s hole. They remained there for a while, the only sound that was audible in the room was their panting.
Matty was the first one to break the silence with a soft giggle. “Fuck— I think I blacked out for a short while after I came. If I knew kissing Ross would give me such phenomenal sex, I would’ve done it ages ago!”
“Don’t push your luck, Matty,” George laughed, pulling out of Matty. The latter winced, mumbling, “This is gonna hurt for a while— I’m so fucking sore.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” George laughed, bemused. Matty flipped him off, grimacing at the feeling of cum leaking out of his ass.
“Why are there no fucking tissues in this goddamn dressing room?” Matty shouted incredulously.
It was an awkward walk back to the tour bus, with Matty waddling behind a George who practically glowed post-sex. Matty felt like shit. There was cum all over his button-down, cum in his pants, cum everywhere. It would be a bitch to clean out.
Ross and Hann were already seated in the bus, and when Matty trudged in, clearly having a hard time walking, Ross laughed and gave the two a knowing look, while Hann flushed and looked away.
“Honestly, I just feel sorry for whoever’s gonna use that dressing room in the future. You two did not make an effort to keep it down at all. I swear, I thought a fight had broke out 'cause there was this constant banging of the door, and these groans of pain,” Ross laughed, as Hann shot him a withering look.
“Please— stop talking. Matty, go apply some ointment on it or something, we can’t have you hobbling around the stage like that,” Hann sighed, not wanting to look Matty in the eye.
“Well let me just help Matty with that—“
George didn’t even get to finish before Hann loudly shouted, “NO! NOT IN THE TOUR BUS FOR GOD’S SAKE!”