#i have been feeling very needy lately and am constantly in search of feedback and validation

[allylikethecat]

ohhh yay more prompts, would love an angsty gatty “helping your partner undress”

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First off, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in! I really like this prompt list and was so absolutely, mind blowingly thankful that someone sent me one. Second of all, I am so incredibly sorry that it took me a literal month to finish. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it! I might have gone a little heavy on the angst - though I guess that's not a surprise! If anyone else wants to send in more of these prompts, I can't promise I'll fill them quickly, but I *can* promise that you'll become one of my favorite people and that I will fill it eventually! In regards to this one, let me know what you think! Anyway thank you so much and enjoy!

❤️Ally

Warnings: George's broken shoulder, Matty's referenced addiction

physical intimacy prompts - "Helping your partner undress"

Matty was trembling, his lower lip chewed raw and bloody as he fluttered around George, hands outstretched like he wanted to touch, wanted to help, but afraid that if he did, George would break. Matty was like a hummingbird, if he stopped, he would die. He unlocked George’s hotel room door, his hands shaking. It took him two tries to get the plastic key card into the slot, but he got it on the third try, the door lighting up green. He pushed it open, stepping to the side to let George through, and dropping the pharmacy bag with George’s medication onto the desk, before letting the door slam shut behind them. That answered that question then, George thought, Matty was apparently staying. 

“Do you want anything? I can get you a water bottle from the vending machine? A cup of tea? I’ll get you a cup of tea! Are you hungry? The restaurant is still open downstairs, but if you want something else I don’t mind running and getting it. It looked like there were a few places down the street. Wait, it’s almost eight thirty, do you need another one of your pills? They said you could take it any time after eight fifteen-” Matty said in a rush before George cut him off. 

“Take a breath Matty,” he said, he was exhausted, he just wanted to go to sleep, the painkillers they had given him at the hospital made him feel lightheaded and woozy even if they were wearing off. He just wanted to lay down, he wanted to forget the pain and pretend that the last few hours hadn’t happened.

“Sorry,” said Matty, biting his lip again, George could see flakes of dried blood sticking to his teeth as he tugged on his curls, a nervous habit. “Do you want to sit down? You should sit down.” 

Sitting down actually did sound good, George thought, making his way unsteadily into the hotel room to sit down on the end of the king sized bed, Matty hovering beside him as if ready to catch George if he fell. George didn’t know how that was going to work out, he had at least six inches and more than sixty pounds on him. He groaned, realizing with a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to be able to take his shoes off with his arm in the sling. His shoulder throbbed, reminding him he wasn’t going to be able to take his jeans or shirt off either. The nurse at the hospital had helped him undress for the x-rays, and redress when he was discharged. 

He sighed, “do you mind helping me take my shoes off?” he asked, not able to bring himself to ask for help with his jeans yet. Matty nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed to George’s side, excited for the opportunity to be useful. George felt a pang of guilt, Matty had been nothing but kind, attentive and supportive, having stayed by his side all day at the hospital, holding George’s hand and murmuring words of comfort and encouragement when George gritted his teeth against the pain. He didn’t deserve George’s anger and frustration, he was angry at the situation, not at Matty and he needed to remember that when the biting words threatened to escape his lips. Matty could just be a lot, especially when he was high and thought that they didn’t know. 

Matty knelt down, and undid the laces, tugging George’s converse sneakers off before setting them neatly to the side. He gave George’s ankle a comforting squeeze and looked up at him through his lashes, messy curls falling every which way. George swallowed hard, trying not to think of the other times Matty had been on his knees between his legs. 

“We’ll have to pick you up a pair of Vans,” Matty said thoughtfully, rocking back on his heels. “The ones you can slip on and off easily.” 

“Okay,” said George, he was exhausted, and Matty looked so hopeful, sometimes it was easier to just agree with him. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you something to eat?” Matty asked, pulling himself to his feet, he was tugging on his curls again, twisting one of the longer corkscrews in the front around his finger. He was chewing on his lower lip again as well, the plush flesh torn and bleeding sluggishly. It made George a little nauseous to look at the way Matty kept licking away the blood, the red staining his teeth. 

“I just want to go to bed,” George said honestly, “thank you though,” he added when he saw the way Matty’s face fell, he was a perpetual open book. 

“Yeah, for sure,” said Matty, letting go of the curl to rub at the back of his neck, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “That makes sense, it’s been a long day.” He bit down on his lip again and George suppressed a wince. “Do you, before I go, do you, need anything?” 

George sighed, Matty drove him crazy, but at the end of the day he did love him, and he didn’t want him to go. “Or you could stay.” 

Matty’s face lit up like he had been told they won a Grammy. “I can do that too,” he said, toeing off his own boots, leaving him in blue socks with corgis on them. 

George swallowed hard, shame coloring his features, he knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, there was no reason for him to feel shame, but he was supposed to be the strong one, the one that had it together, the one that was supposed to take care of Matty and protect him from the world. He didn’t like asking for help. 

“Do you,” he took a deep breath, “do you mind helping me take my jeans off? I can’t get the zipper or the button myself.” he said in a rush, cheeks red. 

“Of course,” said Matty, he stepped forward so that he was standing between George’s legs, gaze down cast, his curls blocking George’s view of his face. Very carefully, with surprisingly steady hands, he unbuckled George’s belt. His gaze was downcast, his chin tilted towards his chest, causing his curls to block George’s view of his face. He was careful, overly respectful as he undid the button before sliding down the zipper. George almost felt bad that between the pain and the prescription pain management, he wasn’t able to get hard. 

“You’re going to have to stand up,” said Matty, his voice managing to take on both a breathless and apologetic quality. 

Taking another deep breath, and holding onto Matty’s shoulder with his good hand for support, George was able to pull himself to his feet, he let go of Matty’s shoulder, teeth gritted in pain. Matty looked up at him, giving him an encouraging smile as he bent down, shimmying the fabric down George’s hips and letting it pool around his ankles. 

George grabbed onto Matty’s shoulder again regaining his balance as he swayed, very carefully stepping out of the jeans, first with his left foot and then his right. 

He felt light headed as Matty helped him sit down again, his shoulder throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. He was breathing heavily, and was filled with self loathing, he shouldn’t be so winded from taking his fucking pants off. He was going to have to sleep in his tee shirt, he decided, even with Matty’s help, if they tried to take it off he would probably throw up. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I changed my mind,” he said, his voice coming out strangled. “I want another one of the pills.”

“Coming right up,” Matty said, going into the bathroom to fill one of the glass cups on the counter up with water. When he returned he tore open the brown paper bag from the pharmacy, and glanced at the directions printed onto the label stuck to the orange bottle. He opened it easily despite the childproofing and dumping a few of the pills into his palm. 

“It says to take two,” he said, making his way back to George and handing him two of the little, round, white pills. George took them gratefully, chasing them with a sip of the water. 

“Thank you,” George said honestly. He knew that it was the placebo effect, that the pills hadn’t had a chance to kick in yet, he had just taken them, but he already felt slightly better. “Will you lay with me?” He asked, feeling almost shy. He was feeling needy and alone, he knew he was letting the band down, that they were going to have to scramble to find someone to replace him, and on top of the guilt was the pain.

Matty nodded. “Of course,” he said, shedding his own jeans, and climbing into bed behind him, curling up against George’s back, throwing an arm over his chest, cautious of his sling and broken shoulder. 

George shifted, letting himself be held for once. He closed his eyes and pretended he hadn’t seen Matty pocket the pills for himself.