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Matt was always in a better mood when Alex stayed over. Having him around felt right, whether music, videos, or nothing. Matt loved having Alex over more than he would ever admit. Working together in LA would always end the same way; Alex crashed at Matt's place for weeks. It never felt long enough for Matt, and he just wanted more time.
Matt told himself it was stupid how he caught onto every little thing Alex did. How his cologne lingered on the couch long after he left, how his hoodies somehow became Alex's. How they would spend their nights talking with each other until the sun rose. And the worst? How Alex always sat just close enough to touch. Their shoulders would brush, or he would have his hand on Matt's back, or Matt would have his arm around him sitting. Always close, always there.
Then there were the kisses." What if we just, like, kissed?" Matt was caught off guard watching Alex laugh it off. It started as a bit for the fans to get them riled up for views. Screaming during concerts and meetups. Somewhere along the way, it just bled off-camera.
Out of nowhere, Alex would grin, leaning in and pressing a kiss on Matt's forehead, cheek, or mouth like it was nothing. They could just be on the couch or in the studio, anywhere. Matt would always kiss back, and Alex was a taste he could never pass up. Every damn time the other man would just laugh it off like it was still part of the gag. And, sometimes, he swore Alex knew. Matt thought about confessing. But he was afraid of losing him, so he would just laugh it off, too, pretending that he wasn't savoring the taste of Alex later on.
With Alex, none of it felt like work anymore. So when he said he would be in town for a month for business, Matt offered his place without a second thought. Some nights, when Matt caught himself looking too long, he swore Alex caught him right back and, instead of pulling away, just smiled at him like he could see right through him. That damn smile the other musician had kept him sane. If he could bottle and keep it for himself, he would do so in a heartbeat. It was dangerous how easy it was for him to forget that Alex wasn't his. He's his close friend for sure, but his no.
When they finally got a night off, some friend of a friend sent them an invite to an industry party. It sounded fun, but they both knew how these things went; it was still work, just a loud, drunk version. Chatting with industry people, networking, and shaking off fake influencers trying to make a name for themselves. Neither of them really wanted to go. But Alex shrugged and joked about free drinks. Matt agreed before his brain could catch up. Because it was Alex…he always said yes to Alex.
The party was exactly what they both expected, loud music, cheap lights, and strong drinks. They vibe through the night. Taking shots and still talking business. Matt wasn't feeling it, especially watching the others fawn over Alex. He couldn't blame them. He was so bright and talented. But they were close, making him laugh.
What didn't help was how good Alex looked that night. Freshly shaved, casual button-up that showed off a bit of his chest and his favorite cologne on him. He couldn't help but stare, wanting to taste the skin under his clothes. He pushed those feelings down, and Alex seemed to be having a good time. So there he stayed in the radiance of that smile he cared for so much.
At some point, they get separated at the party, and Matt gets stuck with a group of girls flirting with him. He could feel the girl's fingers trailing down his forearm, soft and obvious—but all he could see was how Alex was laughing at something a random guy said. One of the girls flirting with Matt says something, but he's not paying attention. He laughs politely, but his attention drifts back to the corner of the room.
Alex was tucked in the corner, talking to some guy who was clearly too interested. It looks friendly at a glance, but Matt knows better. Alex stands still, smiling stiffly, shifting backward to get some distance. When the guy would close in, Alex would put his hand up to create more distance, which wasn't working. Matt couldn't tell what was worse for him, that Alex was uncomfortable but how handsy that man was becoming. Touching Alex, his Alex. His jaw clenched, watching the other man smooth his thumb over Alex's wrist–like he had any right to touch him.
He sees Alex glance around the room until his gaze finally meets Matt's. He didn't say anything, didn't gesture—but his smile cracked just a little at the edges. Matt could only see red and pushed through the crowd. There was no way that anyone should be touching his Alex right now.
He practically flew through to their corner, slipping an arm around Alex's waist. "There you are, baby." His syrupy voice was loud enough for the stranger to hear. He could feel the tension in Alex eases slightly at his presence. He turned the other man to face him and just kissed him– harder than he'd done several times before. Not a bit, not an act, but a claim. Alex takes a quiet breath against Matt's mouth and kisses him back harder. A smile crept on his face as his hands found Matt's collar and tugged him closer. Matt hungrily swiped his tongue for entry— and Alex gave it to him.
His tongue tasted like liquor and heat. He couldn't help but melt at the moans from his mouth. Act or not, he wanted more; he wanted to hear more, feel more, taste more. Alex's hands roamed to entangle themselves into Matt's curls, pulling him closer. Matt tilted his head slightly, opening his eyes to see the other guy standing there. Matt's lips curled—half smug, half feral—as the guy visibly tensed.
He slid a leg between Alex's thighs, slow and deliberate. Alex moaned, loud and sudden, grinding down on him without hesitation. That sound dragged Matt back to what mattered: Alex moaning against him. His to touch, to taste, to keep. He didn't see the guy leave. Didn't care. His mouth moved down to Alex's neck. All he could think about was the heat of Alex's skin, the way his pulse jumped under Matt's tongue. The sweat, the scent of his cologne—intoxicating. Matt nipped and sucked, drawing another moan and a sharp tug on his hair.
"Fuck, Matt—ah—you really like putting on a show, huh?"
Matt groaned, sucking another dark mark on right under Alex's jaw.
Alex then pulls Matt back by the hair enough to make eye contact. "Thanks for getting rid of that creep, babe."
Matt loosened his grip a little; right, the creep was gone. Why would they keep this up? He moved to let go of Alex, only to have him pull him right back in. Alex moved to Matt's ear in a low whisper, "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Immediately, he grabbed Alex by the wrist and pushed through the crowd, cutting directly for the back exit, straight for his car.
He couldn't get to his apartment fast enough. Matt's knuckles were white on the wheel, jaw tight, as Alex's hand crept dangerously close to his crotch. Matt turned over to see Alex sprawled out, starting to unbutton his shirt with one hand and inching his hand up Matt's thigh in another.
As soon as the door closed, Alex pushed Matt against the wall, attacking his mouth. Hands started to creep under Matt's shirt, tugging upwards. Their mouths never left each other as they clumsily made their way to the living room, where Alex pushed Matt onto the couch. Matt could feel his mouth salivating at the sight before him, Alex shirtless, flushed, lips swollen, neck riddled with red marks, smiling down at him. He swayed, lowering his hands down his chest to his belt buckle, slowly prying it off.
"You know…" Alex continued to take off his pants, swaying closer to Matt.
"If I'd known you kiss like that, I would've asked sooner."
Matt swallowed hard. "You could ask any time you like, baby…" reaching out to hold Alex's hip, thumb slipping its way under Alex's boxers, pulling them down.
Alex removed them, moving closer, straddling the taller man. "What if I asked now?"
Matt grabbed Alex by the waist, flipping them over until Alex was pinned underneath him. Alex laughed breathlessly, "Fuck–didn't think you'd be this gentle."
He could see Alex's eyes darken, biting his already swollen lips. Matt groaned into the kiss, teeth clashing, messy and wild. His mouth moved, devouring every inch of skin it could find from his neck to his collarbone down to his chest. Nipping, sucking, marking up what was his, encouraged by the moans echoing in his apartment. Alex was loud on a typical day—underneath him, he was fucking obnoxious. Moaning, gasping, like he didn't care who heard.
Matt grew hungrier, moving his mouth lower and lower and pausing between his legs. Alex's hand flew to Matt's mess of curls. The blonde could see how much of a mess he made with Alex flushed, covered in fresh marks, his cock already leaking. He licked the tip, drawing out a loud, helpless moan from Alex. Oh –now that was delicious. He stole another teasing lick, slower this time, before taking Alex's cock into his mouth.
He could hear Alex cry out as he sucked in more testing to see how far he could go, feeling the weight of his cock on his tongue. He tries to hollow his cheeks to take Alex in deeper but chokes a bit, pulling off with a gasp.
"Holy shit…you taste so good , baby," Matt grinned, breathlessly wiping the corner of his mouth. His voice dropped thick. "Not done with you yet."
He reached for the side table drawer, taking out the lube. He hadn't gone down on a guy before–but he knew one trick that could translate well. Fuck if he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right.
He took a steady breath and sank back down, greedily working his mouth over Alex's cock. His tongue works the underside with a purpose. The mess seeped from the corners of his mouth as he bobbed his head, slowly finding his pace.
He felt Alex twitch under him, already so sensitive. Matt wanted more. Wanted to feel him come apart under him. He steadied Alex's thighs further apart and slicked up his hand with the lube. Dragging his fingers up Alex's thighs until they teased at his entrance. He traced slow circles with slight pressure, making Alex squirm underneath him.
"A-Ah, Matt, what are you–, Fuck–!"
Matt moaned around him as he pushed a finger in all the way to the knuckle. The sound Alex made nearly broke him. He moved his mouth to the head, swirling his tongue as he eagerly pushed another finger in. Curling them upwards, he pumped them in and out from knuckle to tip.
Alex's whole body jolted at the sensation. Matt continued to pump his fingers, stretching him out. He found a rhythm between bobbing his head and fingering him. Alex's hand stayed firmly entangled in Matt's hair. Not pushing him forward but keeping him steady as Matt blew him.
His bright blue eyes met Alex's; he could feel a sense of pride watching how much the man under him was unraveling for him. He kept eye contact as he swallowed more of Alex down, letting his cock hit the back of his throat as he stuck a third finger in. Alex let out a choked sob, tightening his grip, hips twitching upwards for more.
Matt groaned around Alex's cock low while pumping his fingers faster. He could feel his own cock strain in his pants in anticipation for later.
“M-Matt…please… I'm gonna—Ahhhhhh!" Alex's legs shook as he came hard into Matt's mouth. Matt swallowed everything down, slowing his pace as Alex's hips twitched.
Matt let him go slowly, tongue flicking over the tip one last time. Earning another soft, broken moan from beneath him.
"You trying to kill me?" Alex panted, wiping any stray tears from the corner of his eyes.
Matt laughed breathlessly, slipping his fingers out gently. "First-time baby," his voice still rough, "had to make a good impression."
"I pity the other guys who let you go…holy shit…"
"No other guys, just you," Matt responded, licking his lips and leaning in.
They melted into a kiss, and Alex groaned softly—tasting himself on Matt's tongue. Their hands explored each other, caressing sweat-coated skin. Alex's hands drifted lower to Matt's waist, pulling away.
"Do you still have your fucking underwear on?"
Matt shifted to look at himself. "Oh fuck…well, I was a little busy." He flashed a smug smile.
Alex rolled his eyes, pushing Matt further up. "Fix that now."
Eyes darkening, Matt stood up from the couch, his eyes never leaving Alex. He stopped to marvel at the sight before him. Alex propped up lazily, stroking himself. Eyes fixed on Matt and only Matt.
"You gonna keep me waiting?" Alex asked coyly.
"Just admiring the view, baby." Swiftly, he took off the last of his clothing. He was painfully aware of how incredibly hard he was, sensitive, craving some relief.
" Fuck you're big… you've been hiding that this whole time?"
Alex moved up closer, holding Matt's cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times, staring at it like it was his last meal. The taller man gasped at the touch. He practically melted into Alex's hand as he moved his thumb over the slit of his head.
"You make the prettiest faces." Alex teased, continuing to stoke Matt. His gaze fixed on Matt's face. Watching every gasp, twitch of his jaw, the way his brows furrowed, he marveled at all of it. Matt's hands needed to hold something, so he reached out to hold Alex's face, his thumb grazing his cheek. He could come just like this, Alex stroking him while his eyes were on him.
"I was going to blow you first, but— fuck , I need to ride you so badly."
Matt moved quickly to the couch as Alex grabbed the lube. Alex climbed into his lap, squeezing lube onto Matt's cock, lining up without hesitation. No teasing. No show. Just desperate. Both of the men moaned loudly as Alex sank further down.
"Ah fuck… You're so fuckin'...ah…big," Alex grasps onto Matt's shoulders to steady himself, feeling stretched out even after earlier. Matt's hands immediately gravitate to his hips, holding him steady. He starts grinding his hips, finding his pace.
Matt couldn't keep still–he ground his hips up to meet Alex's as they moved together. Alex panted, tears starting to prick the corners of his eyes. Matt's hands stayed glued to his skin, guiding the roll of his hips.
"Y-Yes!" Alex gasps, working his hips faster.
"That's it," Matt groaned. "Just like that, you're so fuckin' beautiful."
Alex wrapped his arms around Matt to bring him closer, resting his forehead on his. Matt couldn't believe what was in front of him. He could only dream of this moment; a part of his brain worried this was only a one-time thing, but he pushed that deep down. Right now, Alex was his, and he would make sure he felt that.
He could feel Alex's legs shake, and he was losing rhythm as he rode faster, desperate.
"P-Please—" Alex whined, struggling to form words.
"What is it, baby?" Matt panted, "You want more? Tell me how much you want it."
"Please—fuck—more. I need it."
"Hold on, I got you."
Matt shifted himself on the couch, lifting Alex and grabbing the back of his thighs, holding him in place. Planting one foot on the coffee table and one on the floor, he started to fuck upwards hard.
Alex let out a choked moan as he held tighter onto Matt's shoulders. Matt dug his fingers into Alex's thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
He was relentless, driving his hips up sharp and fast. Panting desperately against Alex's skin, burying himself deep.
"Y-yes! Oh fu–yes!" Alex gasped, overstimulated by his cock trapped in between their bodies.
Matt didn't slow down–sharp, fast, feral.
"You're all mine, you hear? Say it." Matt moved Alex to slam down as he thrust up, guiding his hips down to match his pace.
"Yours! All–ah! All yours–please!" Alex sobs, legs trembling. He clung desperately to Matt's shoulders, blunt nails scratching marks on his skin.
The way that his name sounded on Alex's tongue when he moaned, broken and desperate, ignited something feral in him. He didn't want to hear it any other way again.
Matt felt ruined being able to feel how Alex was falling apart on him. His legs were burning, his body aching, but he didn't care. He craved more. Every twitch of Alex's hips, every clench, breathless whine–he wanted to feel all of it.
"M-Matt, I'm gonna.."
"That's it, baby. Come for me. I wanna hear you." He growled into Alex's neck.
Alex let out a wrecked moan as he came, his whole body tightening up. His hands clawed at Matt's shoulders, keeping some sense of him grounded as he rode his high. Matt, however, didn't stop. He continued to fuck him through it with deep sharp thrusts.
"So good–fuck, Alex–" Matt panted, broken, desperate.
Matt's movements became more haphazard. He ached to keep the same force, but he could start to feel a familiar burn in his gut.
"A-Alex, I'm gonna—"
"Don't pull out—"Alex whimpered, still clinging on. "I wanna feel you—ah!"
That did it.
Matt thrust up a few times before sinking in deep with a broken, desperate sound. He bit down hard on Alex's shoulder as he came, cock throbbing deep inside of him. He held him there, needing to feel connected.
Alex gasped loud and raw but didn't pull away. He only tightens his grip around Matt, grinding into him deeper. Matt could feel a warm wetness in between them, pooling as Alex came again.
Matt stayed there, buried in him. His breath ragged as he slowly loosened his grip.
"Fuck," he whispered, voice ruined.
Their heavy breathing filled the apartment as they clung to each other. Time stopped as their heated bodies started to cool down, and sweat began to dry. Matt couldn't help but hold Alex a little tighter, not wanting this moment to end, to keep Alex as his own for a while longer.
"I think I'm starting to stick to you," Alex jokes weakly.
"Good, I like it." Matt chuckles before placing a kiss on the bite mark.
"Come shower with me." Alex almost whispers as his finger glides down Matt's back softly.
Matt groans in response, shifting to help the other man up. They both wince as Matt pulls out of him, disconnected and raw. Alex stumbles a bit, getting up from the couch and groaning as he tries to stand upright. "Shit, my legs are done."
"You're welcome," Matt teased, holding the other man up, chuckling as they made their way over to the bathroom.
In the bright light, Alex stopped to check himself out in the mirror, fingers trailing over every mark and bruise beginning to bloom.
"Damn, you're a fucking animal," he muttered, pressing his fingers to that final bite mark, hissing softly at the sting.
"Looks like I'll be wearing you for a few days."
His eyes met Matt's in the mirror—hungry, wrecked, and amused.
"You're so fucking hot."
Matt's leaned in, his lips brushing Alex's ear. His hands ghosted over the bruises on his hips. "Looks good on you. Next time, I can leave more."
Alex's leaned his head towards Matt, grinning, "I'd like that for next time."
Next time . It rang in Matt's ears. He had gotten more than a taste of Alex, but now he could just hope that he would get more. The thought of this happening again excited him but for just sex? Oh, he wanted to fuck him again, but would there be more? Would their friendship at least be the same? Matt pushed down those thoughts.
They held each other under the shower spray, smiling into kisses. It wasn't desperate but savoring the taste of one another. They take turns washing each other's hair, laughing at their height difference. Alex traced all the scratches he left on Matt's back with the soap. They rinse off, still touching, lazily kissing.
Moving to the bedroom, they cuddle up in bed facing each other. Letting their exhaustion wash over as they fell asleep holding each other.
Matt was the first to wake up. He could feel the soreness from the night before settling in his muscles. He was still entangled in Alex's arms and stayed still, enjoying the warmth in his bed. Alex stirred a little, sighing as he nestled into Matt's chest.
"You awake?" Matt asks, voice low, soft.
"mhm," Alex mumbled, snuggling in closer.
Matt buried his face into Alex's hair. He could smell his shampoo on him.
"You hungry?"
"Coffee…food…" was all he grumbled groggily.
"I'll take care of it." Matt kissed the top of his head lightly before slipping out of bed. He ordered some breakfast while he got ready for the day. By the time coffee was done and breakfast arrived, Alex was out of the bed, shuffling in, still half asleep. The sight was something. His hair was messy, and his shirt was too big, with his legs on full display.
Alex grabs his coffee, sipping satisfied. Matt knew exactly how Alex liked his coffee, strong with a little extra sweetness. "Damn. You treat all your hookups like this, or am I special?" He teased.
Hookups, that word burned in his chest. Matt wanted to live in this dream a little longer, but Alex smiled again like it was nothing. "Just you," he responded quietly before sitting at the kitchen table and eating his breakfast.
Alex watched as Matt moved past him a little too quickly. Matt's smile faltered just a bit.
Sliding into the seat beside him, close as always, Alex leaned over just far enough to swipe a bite of pancake from Matt’s plate. It wasn’t subtle. "What? I need the energy."
Matt only rolled his eyes, continuing to eat his food.
"That creep from the party really missed out, huh?" Alex teased.
"Like that asshole even had a chance," Matt grumbled before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Seriously though…your head game? Sucked the soul out of my body."
Matt choked on his drink; Alex grinned wide, shoving him teasingly.
"Surprised I had any energy left. You're really a natural," Alex laughed genuinely and loudly.
Matt could only laugh with him. He knew he was a goner anytime Alex made him laugh. It was impossible for him not to fall this hard. He kept staring, watching the other man snicker and eat his food. He couldn't help it. Wanted to keep this moment in a bubble.
"You're not subtle, you know." Alex looks softened.
"What?" Matt could already feel the flush on his cheeks.
"You've been staring at me for months now. I thought you were just checking me out, but you would get all shy sometimes. It's kind of cute."
"And you just let me?"
"Honestly? I was waiting to see if you did anything about it." Alex reached out his hand to hold Matt's, his thumb caressing his knuckles gently.
"I umm… didn't want to fuck this up, ya know? I like having you around." His voice was tight. Matt squeezed back, trying to ground himself.
Alex leaned in closer. "You couldn't. I'm yours. Kind of have been for a while now. Just kind of hoping you'd like to be mine too?" Alex admitted, blushing slightly.
Matt could feel a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned in to kiss him deep and slow. He could feel the warmth in his chest rising. This isn't a dream. Alex is his, and he wants Matt just as much.
"I'd like a lot, a lot, actually."
They finished their breakfast chatting like they had always done before. Their conversation is still as comfortable as they have always been.
Moving towards the couch, Matt grabs a blanket and pulls Alex towards him to cuddle. They lay there turning on the TV but not really listening. "You've absolutely ruined me," Alex murmured as he shifted, sprawling himself over the taller man.
"Oh yeah?" Matt chuckled, rubbing circles onto the other man's back.
"Think I need some time to recuperate. Might have to stay here another month or two. Hope you don't mind me hanging around." Alex then sighed dramatically.
Matt just buried his face in Alex's hair, kissing the top of it. "Then stay," he whispered.
"Guess I better move to your bed then," Alex murmured, "and steal some closet space while I'm at it."
Matt tightened his grip, fingers circling his skin, placing another kiss on his head. "Take whatever you want so long as you're still here in the morning."
They didn’t say much after that. Just stayed curled up on the couch, not really watching the TV, just content to stay warm in each other’s presence