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HangMoxMatt, their laundry gets all mixed up. Biceps and thighs bulging abound.

Bring Both Sides Together (Like Champagne and Leather) - also on AO3

Matt realizes he's wearing somebody else's shirt in the Lyft on the way to the venue, and isn't strong enough to avoid a boner about it. Luckily, Mox and Adam.

This one was FUN. Tis your fault. I hold no responsibility. Title from Super Cool by Beck feat. Robyn and the Lonely Island. Don't. I know it's from the Lego movie. Be nice to me.

It’s not until he gets in the car that Matt notices something weird. He shifts. “Adam,” he says. “Adam, does this shirt look okay?”

Adam glances over. “Yeah, baby, you look great.” He offers a smile. “You always look great.”

“Not – this isn’t an insecurity thing,” Matt says, sighing. He should have expected this. “Is this my white tee shirt?”

Adam frowns. “I think so,” he says. “Isn’t it?”

Matt pulls at the sleeves. “They’re tight around my arms,” he mumbles. “The sleeves. I don’t think this is mine.”

“Isn’t mine,” Adam says. He shoves Matt forward and checks for the tag, and Matt tries not to get hot about it. He fails. “Nope. This one has no tag. Mine has tags.” He leans back and puts Matt back where he’d started, and Matt has a boner that is very inconvenient. Adam pauses. “Wait, is that Mox’s?”

Matt shrugs. “Must be.” He settles into the seat, knowing they still have a few more minutes until the ride completes and he can boo boo eye Adam into a blow job.

“I can’t believe you can tell from the sleeves,” Adam says, leaning in. “You know that’s weird in an impressive way, right?”

Matt shrugs. “I know my clothes. I get them tailored for a reason.”

Adam sighs, fond and a little infuriated if Matt had to guess. “I know you do, baby.” He leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. “I know you do.”

They get to the venue and Matt doesn’t even get a chance to say anything about his inconvenient pants situation before Mox finds him and Adam and throws them into a locker room. A nice one, from the looks of it. Matt notes a couch and a few workout benches. Plenty of space.

“Yay,” Matt says. “Are you going to bend me over a bench?”

“Do you have any extra underwear?” Mox asks. He’s sort of – dancing.

“Any extra – what?” Adam asks. “In terms of come ons, that’s a new one.”

“No, like,” he wiggles again. “I think I’m wearing something that belongs to one of you.”

“That’s what you get for leaving the hotel room early,” Matt says, folding his arms across his chest. The sleeves bite into his arm. “Ow. Actually. I think this is your shirt.” He shuffles off his jacket and takes his time as he pulls the shirt off. He grins at the way Mox stares and gives the shirt to Mox, who misses the first few times he grabs at it. “There you go.”

“Matt, you can’t just strip,” Adam says. The exasperation feels a little unwarranted, but Matt can deal. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Matt asks, fluttering his eyelashes in a way he hopes looks all innocent. Judging from the expressions from Mox and Adam, it’s not working.

“Yeah, he’s pretty, whatever,” Mox says. “Just – fuck it, I’ll go commando.”

Matt watches, fascinated, as Mox trips over himself to rip off his jeans and then his boxers, leaving him Donald Ducking it. Well, Matt supposes. Kind of Donald Dicking it. He giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Mox asks, a little curve to his lips. He walks up to Matt until Matt’s back hits the wall, and Adam is over Mox’s shoulder, sighing with a knowing smile on his face.

“I made a joke. In my head,” Matt says. “It was…” He trails off, eyes on Mox’s lips. “I forget. You’re not wearing pants and I’m not wearing a shirt and I’ve been hard since, like, the car. Can somebody get me off already?”

“We just got here,” Adam says. “You two are impossible.”

“He was wearing my shirt and I was in his underwear,” Mox says, still looking dead into Matt’s eyes. “What else do you expect me to do but fuck him?”

Adam sighs. “I should’a – Matt, take your pants off.”

Matt does so quickly, not even bothering to ask why. He keeps his boxers on, though. Nobody said anything about boxers. Adam grabs Matt’s jeans from the floor, rests them on one of the benches then starts – then starts –

“Adam, what are you doing with your pants?” Matt asks. “And those boxers are new, huh.”

“I wanna join in on whatever the fuck you two horn dogs are doing,” Adam says, grinning. Matt watches as Adam tries to fit his tree trunk thighs into Matt’s slightly smaller jeans. His mouth waters immediately, and he’s caught by Mox.

“Now you get it,” Mox murmurs, dragging his lips up the side of Matt’s neck. “Looks good when he’s in your clothes, yeah?” Matt drops his head back, hoping Mox gets his teeth involved. “It’s why I get so wild when you steal his hoodies when we’re hanging out. It’s like he’s on you.” Mox bites down gently, then laps over the sensitive skin with his tongue. Adam grins at Matt, spinning. The jeans are painted on, too tight, and his ass looks out of this world. Matt whines. “Exactly, baby,” Mox murmurs. “You’re all mine.”

“And mine,” Adam says. “Don’t be possessive. Share.”

Matt whimpers. He wants to be shared. He wants to be passed between Mox and Adam until they’re done and then curl up with them watching movies and eating snacks. All day. “Share,” he mumbles.

Adam walks next to Matt, but doesn’t touch him. Matt wants him to touch him. Instead, he hears a click.

“Good call, Cowboy,” Mox says, mouth still working bruises against Matt’s skin. He’ll have to talk to Kris or maybe Renee about borrowing some concealer later. They always have some, and they’re usually discrete. Usually. “Don’t want anybody walking in on us, do we.” Matt whimpers.

“He does,” Adam says. He still sounds a little exasperated, but at least his hand’s on his dick and he’s smiling about it now. “But not this time, baby. Not at work.”

“Maybe we can play at that next time,” Mox says, settling his hands on Matt’s hips. “Maybe Claudio or Yuta walks in.” He bites, just a little, and Matt’s knees go weak. “Maybe we let them have a turn.”

Matt moans, and nobody’s even come near his cock yet. “Okay,” he says, panting already, “yeah, okay, do it.”

Mox’s laugh is directly in his ear, sending a spark of a shiver through Matt’s entire body. “Yeah?”

Matt nods, frantic. “This is fun, but I am literally going to die if something doesn’t get in or on me in the next few seconds.”

“Desperate,” Adam teases, kissing the side of his head. “Mox, should we take him out of his misery?” Adam pulls his shirt off and Matt watches greedily.

Mox licks hips lips and steps back, taking in the whole of Matt. He’s not as naked as he wants to be, but he’s sure Mox and Adam can see his dick tenting his boxer briefs. “Nah.” He walks over and yanks Adam in, kissing him the way he always does: intense, insistent, aggressive, and so, so hot.

Matt whimpers and presses his palm to his dick. Adam reaches out and grabs his hand before he can do anything more and presses it against the wall.

“Mean,” Matt whispers, unwilling to blink in fear of missing the masterpiece in front of him. “I have another hand.”

“Sure you do,” Mox says, and he reaches out and pulls it, causing Matt to stumble into him and Adam. “What do you think he should get, Cowboy?” Mox asks, sliding his fingers into the bun that’s now falling out of Matt’s hair.

Matt shivers, painfully hard and needy from the idea of them talking about him.

“He’s been so sweet today,” Adam murmurs, stroking Matt’s hair. “Didn’t even bitch when the Lyft driver was late.”

“Impressive,” Mox says, hand on Matt’s ass. His fingertips slide down the waistband of Matt’s boxers and grab a handful of his ass. “You been good, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Trying,” he whispers.

“Don’t sell yourself short, baby,” Adam says, pressing his lips to Matt’s temple, “you’ve been doing great.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut as he lets himself feel hands on him, pulling him closer.

“Gonna have to wait, though.”

Matt’s eyes fly open. “Wait?” he mumbles, words feeling foreign in his mouth.

“We have matches tonight,” Adam says, nuzzling into Matt’s neck. “Can’t have you all messed up for a match, can we?”

“We can,” Matt says, and he forces his eyes open, to steady. “And – and I’m kind of messed up now.” He flutters his lashes, and it’s not even on purpose. “Can’t go out there like this.”

Mox sighs. “He’s right, Cowboy. We should take care of him now.”

Matt smiles, floating. They always take care of him. His Mox and his Adam always take care of him.

Their hands guide him to a couch and lay him down. “What do you want, baby?” Adam murmurs. He sits down next to Matt, and Matt climbs in his lap before thinking about it.

“Hmm,” Matt considers. “You can’t both be in me at once, huh.”

“Nope,” Mox says, popping the final consonant. “Don’t got the time or the space, baby.”

Matt sighs. “One of you?” he asks, trying his best to turn the boo boo eyes on.

“Yeah, I think we can make that happen,” Adam says, palming Matt’s ass.

“And – and the other –” Matt’s stuck, unsure of what he wants to say next. “I want Adam to – to fuck me, and I want Mox in my mouth.” He tries to focus and realizes what he’s said. He feels himself blush.

Mox exhales. “Damn, baby, you sure know how to make a good deal.”

The last of the clothing gets shucked away, but Matt doesn’t go more than a few seconds without somebody’s hands on him, smoothing and touching and making Matt feel cared for in ways he doesn’t understand.

“I got an idea,” Adam says. “Matt, you think you can stand?”

“I can stand,” Matt answers. And he does, naked, in front of Mox and Adam. “See?”

Mox chuckles, and it would feel mean if it weren’t Mox. “Good job, baby.” He turns to Adam. “What’re you thinking?”

Adam’s grin is a little devilish. “How you feel about getting bent over the couch, Matty?”

“I can do that.” He stands and bends over the arm of the couch, chin in his hands as he grins over to Adam and Mox. “Like this?”

“I think I see the vision,” Mox says, walking around. Matt can feel his eyes scanning him as Mox walks the whole way around the couch.

Adam comes up behind Matt, hard cock brushing up against his ass. Matt shudders. “Then you,” Adam murmurs, lips pressed to the small of Matt’s back, “are gonna kneel on the couch while Matt sucks your dick.”

Mox grunts in what Matt has to assume is assent. “Yeah, that works,” Mox says. “You like that, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Alright. Get up here, Mox.”

“Getting bossy?” Adam asks, sliding his hand up Matt’s back to grab the back of his neck.

“If it gets you to keep your hand on my neck, then yeah,” Matt says, wiggling his ass against Adam’s cock. Adam’s grip on his neck tightens. “Like that,” Matt croaks, laughing.

Mox crawls onto the couch. “Oh, this angle isn’t gonna work,” he says, frowning. “Adam, yank him down a little bit.”

Before Matt can say anything, Adam shifts Matt and he’s a little further down, his ass fully sticking out and at about a ninety degree angle.

“Ah,” Adam says, “I see.”

Mox grins as he shifts, getting on his back so all Matt has to do is drop his head and wrap his lips around Mox’s cock. Mox yelps.

“What?” Matt asks, frowning. “Not good?”

“Not – of course it was good!” Mox says. “Just surprising.” He looks over Matt’s shoulder at Adam. “He’s eager today.”

“He’s eager every day.” Adam presses another kiss to Matt’s back. “Baby, I gotta go get the lube, but you go to town on Mox if that butters your biscuit.” He swats at Matt’s ass who giggles.

“Butters your – who says that?” Matt asks, shaking his head. He meets Mox’s eyes. “Really, why do we put up with him?”

“Him?” Mox asks. “God, how am I the only one self-aware enough to know we’re the only ones who could handle each other.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Plenty of people could handle me. I’m just picky.” He bends down, checking for permission from Mox, who grins and nods with his hands behind his head.

“Go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, almost sweet. “Do what you want to do.”

Matt sinks his mouth around Mox’s cock, savoring the groan from Mox’s lips. Mox rests his hand on the back of Matt’s head, pulling his bun out and allowing the hair to fall like a curtain around Matt’s face.

“Shit,” Mox chuckles, “shouldn’t have done that. Now I can’t see your pretty face while you blow me.” He shifts and pulls Matt’s hair back. It’s sweet, and cozy, and Matt has no choice but to take more of Mox into his mouth. “Jesus,” Mox says, fingers tying up Matt’s hair in the most disastrous bun in history. “There you are.”

Matt tingles from the praise so much he doesn’t even register that Adam’s behind him until Adam’s got a handful of his ass, spreading him. He gasps, feeling Adam’s nails dig in, almost slipping off of Mox’s dick before he adjusts his angle. Mox moans.

“The fuck ever you’re doing to him, keep it going,” Mox demands. “Matty, fuck, that’s so good.”

Matt pulls off his dick, and grins at the look of indignation on Mox’s face. “If I keep going, you’ll blow your load in, like, five minutes.” He grinds his ass back, eyes fluttering shut as he meets Adam’s hard cock. “And I don’t want you to ruin my fun.”

Adam laughs behind Matt, sliding a slick finger against his hole. “Getting mouthy there, baby,” Adam drawls. “Watch yourself.”

“I wish he was being mouthy,” Mox says, grinning at Matt. “I like it when he’s mouthy in a good way.”

Matt wiggles his ass backward. “Maybe you should eff me about it,” Matt says. He looks over his shoulder to see Adam, unimpressed. “You know. Because I’m being mouthy.”

“You are so bad at knowing when to quit, you know that?” Adam loses the blank face quickly, breaking into something fond and soft. “You want me to fuck you?”

Matt nods. “I mean, I’m naked surrounded by dicks. What else are we going to do?”

“Jesus Christ, you never stop,” Mox says. Matt turns to see the hint of a smile on his lips, and lets himself think it might be love. “Get over here.” He sits up and pull Matt down for a biting kiss, Mox’s legs everywhere up next to Matt on the arm of the couch. Matt giggles into Mox’s mouth as Adam slides a finger between his cheeks, gently opening him. Matt’s giggles turn to moans as Adam starts pumping and Mox’s hands grip at Matt’s waist. He has to turn his head to breathe; all these hands a lot to manage.

“Alright,” Mox says, pulling away and getting back where he was. “We’re going to get our asses beat by Tony if we don’t get to that production meeting in time.”

“Are you rushing sex?” Matt asks. Adam adds another finger and Matt’s eyes roll back a little. “I – that feels – not very…” He trails off, pushing back against Matt.

“Oh, so that’s how we get him quiet,” Mox sighs. “Just gotta get, what, two fingers deep and he shuts up?”

“Yup,” Adam says. “I think you’re good to go, baby, what do you think?”

Matt nods and rests back down, chest against the arm of the chair and leveling his mouth down to Mox’s cock. “Ready,” he mumbles, and he sinks his mouth around Mox.

Adam always feels so right as he slides into Matt, but there’s something special about Adam and Mox in him at the same time. He can only wrap his lips around the head of Mox’s cock, which is less than he’d like, but Mox seems to be into it from the moans.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Adam murmurs. His hands grip at Matt’s cheeks and spread them. “Always so pretty, Matty.”

Matt hums at the praise.

“Fucking – do that whole complimenting him thing more,” Mox says. “He’s doing something cool with his mouth.”

“Yeah?” Adam says. “You like it when I tell you how good you look taking my cock?”

Matt shivers all over.

“There you go,” Mox groans. “Can – I’m gonna try something,” Mox says. He tilts his hips up and his cock slides in Matt’s mouth further. “Okay?”

Matt nods, shifting his neck so he can take more of Mox’s cock. He shifts back and forth, letting the movement push Adam and Mox in and out of him. He revels in it, and the way Adam and Mox ramble out praise toward him makes it even better.

“Christ, Matt, I knew you had a good mouth, but this is beyond.”

“Taking all of me like a good boy, look at you.”

His favorite is when Mox moans out, “Fuck, maybe I will buy you those sneakers you’ve been bitching about.” Matt rewards it with a little extra suction and Mox is coming down his throat. He swallows eagerly, pulling off when Mox twitches his hips away.

He opens his eyes to see Mox starfished across the couch. He really does have a surprising amount of limb. Matt’s never fully noticed before, but then Adam’s arm is across his chest and pulling him back. Matt sinks father down on Adam’s cock, eyes crossing as Adam grunts and adjusts inside of Matt.

“Fuck,” Adam says. “You good?”

“Weird on my back,” Matt mumbles. “But it feels good.”

“Alright, baby, we’re gonna fix that back thing.” Adam pulls out of him, for just a moment, then steps back and pushes down on the back of Matt’s neck. “Hey, Mox, get over here.”

“Way ahead of you, Cowboy.”

Matt watches, fascinated, as Mox rolls off the couch and crawls underneath Matt. Before Matt can process it, his dick is in Mox’s mouth and Adam’s slid back inside him.

“Oh, this isn’t gonna take long,” Matt giggles, a little delirious.

“You got that right,” Adam mumbles.

It’s seconds, if Matt’s count is correct (it isn’t), and Matt’s knees are shaking.

“I – I want to…” He trails off, his voice failing in favor of a whimper.

“Don’t even have to ask, baby,” Adam says. His teeth sound gritted, and Matt feels pride well inside him “Whenever you want.”

“Mox?” Matt whimpers.

Mox reaches up and pulls Matt further into his mouth by the ass, right next to where Adam’s hands are spreading his cheeks. He senses it when their fingertips overlap.

He’s gone somewhere near Pluto, he thinks, before he comes back into his body. He hasn’t come like that in ages, where he feels transcendent and beyond this earth. He also can’t feel his knees.

“Fuck, baby,” Adam groans, and Matt feels Adam fill him and bite the back of his neck.

“Since when do you use teeth?” Mox asks, popping up beside them. He kisses Matt’s cheek. “That’s my thing.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve rubbed off on me,” Adam chuckles. He pulls out of Matt and scoops him up in his arms. “You’re all wobbly.”

“I just had the lay of my life,” Matt mumbles. He isn’t super fond of the way Adam is hauling him like a bag of horse feed, but it’s cozy and he doesn’t have to walk. He considers it a perfectly acceptable transport method to the shower. “Cut me some slack.”

Mox shoves his way into the shower with them. There’s barely enough room for the water, and Matt kind of likes it because it means he doesn’t have to stand up by himself.

“So can we do this every Dynamite?” Matt asks, his voice barely more than a mumble. “That was fun.”

“Considering you can barely walk on your own feet right now, probably not,” Adam says. He kisses Matt’s forehead. “But on days when none of us have to be anywhere? Yeah.”

Matt nods. “Probably a good idea.” He shuffles out from between the two of them, sucking up the chill to be able to see the two of them close to each other. “You two should kiss. Again, I mean. You didn’t get much time together.”

“You were a conduit,” Adam says, flicking his eyes to Matt before settling them on Mox. “We fucked each other through you.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Matt says. But then Mox and Adam are kissing, and he’s forgotten how to complain.

Later that night, when Matt’s watching Dynamite back for notes, he has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. Adam looks damned good in Mox’s shirt. Mox looks incredible in Matt’s dark green jacket. And Matt runs his hands over the pockets of the jeans he’d grabbed from Mox.

“Why are you smiling?” Nick asks, glaring. “You’re watching yourself get pinned for a near fall.”

Matt snaps out of it. “What? No. I’m not.” He points to the screen. “See? You just kicked the guy in the head. And I knew we won in the end, so it doesn’t matter.”

Nick studies him. “You keep messing with your pants.”

“Oh,” Matt laughs, “it’s nothing.” He fights a grin. “I just think they’re a couple sizes too big.”

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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for the hangman in a lab coat doing serious scientific sex experiments with matt as his test subject verse: adam wants to see what matt would look like double stuffed, i.e., they try double penetration with someone else

Greedy - also on AO3

Matt's finally ready to suggest his second Mox-related experiment, and Adam is so ready to take a back seat to his mad scientist boyfriend.

Thank you for this genius prompt, V!!! Title from Greedy by Ariana Grande.

Matt skips into the hotel room, throwing open the door without fanfare, like it hadn’t been a week since they’d seen each other, like he hadn’t been in California packing stuff up in his house to ship cross country to Adam’s. To their home. “I have an idea. An experiment idea.”

“You do?” Adam asks. He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks up at Matt.

Who immediately goes pink.

“What?”

“I – forgot what I going to say.” Matt shuffles over to the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Adam says back. He smiles as Matt curls into him, treating him, essentially, as a mattress. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Matt sighs. “You pushed your glasses up your nose and it was cute.” He lifts his head and smiles at Adam, all sweet. “And then I remembered I get to, like, kiss you and keep you and whatever, and…” He trails off and flops back onto Adam’s chest.

“Lord,” Adam says. “You’re all gooey today.” He sets his book down and wraps his arms around Matt’s back. “Must have been the week apart.” He kisses the top of Matt’s head, reminding himself that he’ll get to have these moments every morning from now on. “Tell me what your idea is. I wanna hear.”

Matt hums. “Snuggles first.”

Snuggles turns into resting their eyes, and resting their eyes turns into sleep. Adam never sleeps as well as when Matt is playing weighted blanket on top of him, but it’s in the back of his mind as he drifts off to sleep that he never got an answer about Matt’s idea.

They’re in the middle of the venue, helping Tony with some organization, when Matt huffs.

“I have that stupid cowlick going,” he grumbles. “I seriously need you to get that hairbrush situation fixed.”

“Or, what if,” Adam says, moving a speaker where he’s been directed, “you could get your own damned hair brush.” He puts the speaker down and pulls out the cord, running it to the wall.

Matt sits on top of the speaker. “But then I don’t get to share yours.”

“More like you don’t get to have that tiny bit of extra space in your luggage.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Get up, come on. We have to get out of here before anybody comes over here and makes us do something else.”

The footsteps feel annoyingly appropriate, but Matt lights up as he jumps to his feet.

“You look so fucked up,” Mox says, looking Matt up and down. Adam stands. “Why do you look like you slept with a rock for a pillow?”

“Considering Adam’s pecs, that’s actually pretty accurate,” Matt retorts.

Adam snickers. “Thanks, babe.”

Mox chews his lollipop and looks Adam up and down. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, by the way.” He winks at Adam. “You looked great at that death match.” He runs his thumb along his lower lip, eyes locked on Adam’s mouth. “Sort of jealous you didn’t drink my blood in ours, but whatever.”

Matt clears his throat. “Well, we’re needed in the EVP room. Thing. With Tony.” He grabs Adam’s hand and drags him away at a speed that feels almost comical.

“What’s wrong with you?” Adam laughs. “We weren’t done with the speakers.”

“My idea,” Matt says. “What the eff. It’s like he can read my mind.”

“Read your – oh.” Adam gets it. “Oh, this is about that idea you keep talking about whenever I’m blowing you?” He slides his fingertips along Matt’s hip, sliding under his shirt. But, for the first time Adam can remember, it doesn’t distract Matt even a bit.

Matt nods. “I wanna ask him,” he says. “I, um. I really – I think it’s the right time, you know.” He bounces on his toes. “Do you think he’ll want to?”

“I think,” Adam says, stepping into Matt’s space until Matt’s pressed up against the wall, “you should say exactly what you want him to do.” He leans in, lips to Matt’s ear. “What you want both of us to do.”

Matt exhales slowly, deeply, intensely. “I want you – both – to…” He swallows, and Adam gears up to hear him say it. “I want you both to fuck me at the same time.”

Adam chuckles in Matt’s ear, licking his lips. “So it’s more than just a fantasy now,” he says. “You really want it?”

“I do,” Matt says. “Um. If you want it.”

Adam pulls back. “Say that again?”

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” Matt says. “I mean, having him, um, rail me when you came in afterwards was kind of different. I know that.” He presses his lips together, still managing to look cute when talking about being fucked by two men at once. “So I need to you to know that I’m okay if it it’s just a fantasy.” He grabs Adam’s hands, and looks so goddamned sincere with those gigantic eyes that Adam almost wants to drop to a knee now.

He does have the ring in his bag this time.

“So, just, I’m okay if it’s all talk,” Matt says, nodding. “I’m okay with it.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Do you think that I only want it to be talk?”

Matt shrugs. “I mentioned it to Kenny.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “You brought up our threesome to Kenny?”

“You know how he is,” Matt says, waving it off like that statement makes any sense at all. “He had a similar thing going a while back and told me to make sure you were entirely on board with it before bringing it to Mox’s attention.” He wrinkles his nose. “Apparently Kenny asked Nick before double checking with Kota and it all went really bad.”

“I mean, you brought it up to me months ago,” Adam says, and he finds himself playing with Matt’s hair, running silky locks through his fingertips. Mox was right, though. There’s a bunch of knots he slowly starts working through. “And did I seem like I didn’t want to back then?”

“We had just finished having sex,” Matt says, like an explanation. “Sometimes we say things in a post orgasm haze that we don’t mean.”

“Like that one time you said you could see the appeal of the Undertaker, you mean.”

Matt frowns. “You promised me you would never bring that up.”

“No,” Adam says, “no, you told me to promise never to bring it up, and I told you I would save it for a time when it was appropriate for the situation, and here we are.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You suck.”

“Says you,” Adam says, kissing his forehead. “Now, tell me again. Tell me exactly what you want so I can tell you I am so fucking into it I may have hidden extra lube in my checked bags every goddamned time we fly just in case you decide it’s time.”

Matt exhales slowly. “Really?”

Adam nods. “Really.”

Matt stands on his toes and kisses Adam with a fervor, hands wound around his neck and fingers in his hair. “I want it,” he gasps, against Adam’s lips. “But – but I wanna make sure you – that we all know I belong to you, in the end.”

Adam whines. “Fuck. Goddamnit, baby, you can’t say shit like that when we have a show to help run.” He leans in and kisses Matt as possessively as he can, trying to make sure Matt knows. He’s always Adam’s.

“Okay,” Matt says, looking dazed and floating when Adam pulls away. “We have to talk to Mox first, though.”

The opportunity comes later that night at the hotel, when Adam and Matt are stopping by the hotel restaurant for a late night snack.

“I just really want French fries,” Adam says, dragging Matt. “Come on.”

When they walk in, Mox has a plate of fries in front of him.

“Huh,” Adam says. “Look at that, baby.”

“You said you wanted French fries.”

Adam decides that he’s earned a bad idea, so he walks up to Mox and grabs a fry from the plate, popping it in his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Mox asks turning to him. Adam grins as he chews, Matt sliding around to Mox’s other side.

“Hey,” Adam says. “Matt has a question for you.”

Mox grins. “Oh. Anything like last time?”

“Similar,” Matt says, and Adam can’t help but notice the way he trails his fingertips along the back of Mox’s neck as he walks to his other side. “But it requires the two of you to be, like, cool with being near each other. More than last time.”

Mox leans back, which gives Adam the opportunity to take a few more fries. “Talk to me,” he says. “And stop fuckin’ eating my French fries, you dick.” He slaps Adam’s hand when he reaches out to grab another. “You two fucking suck, by the way.”

“We weren’t thinking sucking would be involved,” Matt says, hopping into the barstool. “Well, this time.”

“This time?” Mox asks, turning to Adam. “This becoming a thing?”

Adam shrugs. “Don’t ask me. This one’s all his idea.”

“I thought you were the experimenter or something.”

Adam frowns, and reaches out to take another fry. Mox doesn’t stop him. “My lab’s been taken over by a madman.”

“You have never once complained about my ideas,” Matt says. “Anyway, if you two will stop bitching, here’s what I’m thinking.”

Mox has to straight up slap his hand over Matt’s mouth at one point when the bartender is coming over to refill their waters.

“Baby, I love you,” Adam says, fighting back laughter, “but if you say ‘just get your dick in there and we’ll make it work’ in public like that, somebody eventually is going to leak that to a dirt sheet and people are going to start expecting very different pay per views.”

Matt’s eyes light up a little more than strictly necessary.

“Hard no,” Adam says firmly. He glances around, then leans in, over Mox. “I ain’t sharing you with anybody except for him. You’re mine.”

Matt’s eyes widen and he settles back into his seat. “So I shouldn’t bring up that thing I wanted to ask related to Claudio?”

Mox laughs so hard he slides off the barstool.

Wrestling’s a sport. Adam knows that. They train and focus, and Matt goes hard on exercises specifically researched to make him better at certain wrestling moves. But Adam has never seen anybody train the way Matt has the past few weeks for this particular event. They’d been messing around with Matt taking more and more for months, but since their conversation with Mox a few weeks before, things have gotten almost clinical.

They’re in bed, Adam on his back as Matt sinks down on him.

“I’m just saying,” Matt says, far too put together to be filled up by Adam, “I don’t think it’s possible for Mox to be bigger than this one.” His turned around the opposite direction from Adam. “Okay, go ahead.”

Adam grins. “You sure?” he asks. He touches around Matt’s hole gentle, giving soft, listless thrusts with his dick and a finger. “I can just keep this up as long as you want.”

Matt falls a little forward on his hands. “I – okay, always, but I’m really – I want to make sure I can handle this one, too.”

It takes a few minutes, some deep breathing from Matt, and Adam keeping his hips as still as possible, but Matt manages to take both Adam and the largest dildo they have in their collection.

“Fuck,” Adam says, staring. “I wish I could see your face, babe. But this view is out of this world.”

He keeps himself absolutely still as he slowly works the dildo in and out.

Matt exhales. “This – I feel –”

Adam freezes. “Are you okay?”

“This is incredible,” Matt says. “I don’t get – this…Adam, I may be obsessed with this.”

“Fucking awesome,” Adam murmurs. “Because I kind of am, too.”

He reaches around without moving his hips but can only get his fingertips along Matt’s cock.

“Oh,” Matt says, voice a whisper. “Oh, okay. Take the other – take the fake one out. I want you to really give it to me, okay?”

Truly, Adam has never said no to Matt.

Matt sprints into Adam’s bedroom, skidding to a stop right before crashing into his bed.

“Hey,” Adam says, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at my phone,” Matt says, throwing himself on the bed and shoving the phone into Adam’s face.

“Even cross eyed, I couldn’t read that,” Adam mutters. He bats at Matt’s hand until he pulls his hand back and Adam can grab the phone.

got a suite Tuesday nite til fridya morning if you two are in this week

“He spelled Friday wrong,” Adam says, frowning down at the phone. He looks back up at Matt. “Is that why you’re freaking out?”

“Don’t – focus, Adam!” Matt says. When Adam looks up, he can finally see how excited Matt is. “Mox got a suite! So we can do the whole two guys at once thing!” He does what Adam may have to consider the most charming happy dance he’s seen from Matt, something similar to when he’s being a particularly huge bitch in a match.

“Oh, shit,” Adam says. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

They go down on each other in Adam’s – in their, he’s still not used to it, it feels like a dream – laundry room, giggling, as they pack for the flight to Dynamite, and Adam is beginning to get worried he’s just as excited as Matt.

Matt is enthusiastic about everything the next few days. He gleefully takes his sneakers off for TSA, accepts the lack of diet Coke on the plane graciously, and doesn’t say a word when the Lyft is twenty minutes late and has a car that smells like four gallons of cologne. Even Adam’s barely kind enough not to bitch about it. Matt practically bounces his way to the hotel room and to the venue.

“You really are excited for tomorrow night, aren’t you?”

Matt nods fervently. “Also, I’ve had, like six coffees.”

“Six – when?!” Adam asks. He drops his things in the EVP room. “It’s two in the afternoon. When did you even have the time?!”

“When you went to talk to Silver and Reynolds,” Matt replies. He sits on the couch crosslegged, but still tapping his fingers rapidly. “Concessions had a bunch of coffee ready so I kept refilling.”

“There is something so deeply wrong with you, baby,” he laughs, kissing Matt’s forehead. “Chill out a little bit before we go do professional shit, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble for being weird in public.”

“You like it when I’m weird in public,” Matt says, and his grin goes dangerous. “You really liked it when I was weird when you were doing camera for that one Mox match.”

Adam exhales slowly. “Yeah, but nobody knew you were there.”

“You did,” Matt says, grinning.

“You shouldn’t be so proud of that,” Adam says, kissing Matt’s forehead. “We risked getting fired.”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah, but we didn’t.”

Adam does a terrible job of paying attention to anything during Dynamite. He and the Bucks are backstage only, which means Matt is half in his lap as he studies the cameras and makes calls while Adam presses buttons at his command.

“I really hate how I have to do this now,” he mutters during a commercial. “What happened to me hanging out backstage?”

“We got back together and you got stuck with me,” Matt says. He’s half in Adam’s lap at this point.

“Yeah, and you two made it everybody’s problem,” Nick says, grinning as he mutes his mic. “Now shut up so I can cue music, you idiots.” He’s been in a much better mood for a while. Adam kind of wants to know why, but also thinks he shouldn’t dare to ask.

Adam follows instructions as best he can, but he really needs to talk to Tony about not doing this next time. Dynamite and Rampage finish smoothly, in Adam’s opinion, but Matt’s got some complaints as he drives back to the hotel, with Nick and Kenny in the back seats.

“I just think,” Matt continues, “that if we’re expected to communicate with all members of the roster, everybody should be given a company phone that actually works well, you know?”

“That’s great, Matt, but I asked if you wanted to get a Frosty,” Nick says.

Matt dives at him when they close the door to their hotel room, and it’s only reflexes that save Matt from falling to the floor. Adam grabs him at the ass and holds him up on instinct.

“You know well and good I can’t fuck you tonight if we’re going to see Mox tomorrow,” Adam says, dropping Matt on the bed.

He gets giant, miserable booboo eyes in response. “No, but you can suck my dick.” He flutters his eyelashes. “C’mon, I’ve been in such a good mood today.”

“Have you?” Adam asks. He kicks off his shoes and crawls onto the bed with a grin. “Didn’t you bitch at everyone you saw about the shitty company phones?”

“That wasn’t bitching! It was a companywide improvement recommendation!” Matt says as Adam’s hands go for his belt. Adam can feel he’s already hard.

“How are you always – you were rambling about chocolate vs peppermint Frostys, like, five minutes ago.”

“And?” Matt asks as Adam pulls down his pants. “Now I’m here.” He gestures to Adam. “Come on. How else am I ever gonna react when you’re in front of me?”

“Goddamnit,” Adam says with a sigh, eye level with Matt’s dick. “You’re being sweet. Now I have to suck your dick.”

“You nervous?” Adam asks, grinning down at Matt. They’ve got all their bags with them, since Mox as offered them to stay the night at the suite after it’s all said and done, and Adam’s just waiting for Matt to knock.

Matt swallows. “No.”

“Then knock.”

“You knock.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “It’s your idea.”

“I’m your boyfriend,” Matt says. “Aren’t you supposed to do what I want or something?”

Adam snorts. “Yeah, okay. Then we’ll be out here for hours, baby. It’s your fantasy.” He leans in and kisses across Matt’s cheekbone until his lips reach Matt’s ear. “And your experiment. Go ahead. Knock.”

Matt’s shaky and shivery when he knocks, but there’s not an ounce of hesitation as he does so.

Mox throws the door open a few moments later. “Hey, douchebags,” he says, grinning. “How are ya?”

“Good,” Matt says primly. “Can we come in?”

“Sure, baby,” Mox says, popping the lollipop back between his lips. Adam’s a bit entranced. Mox steps back and Adam follows Matt into the spacious suite. It really is large – an entire living area with a small kitchenette, giant TV. He can see the door to the bedroom open, revealing a giant bed.

“Get comfy,” Mox says, throwing himself on the couch. Adam watches how the pale washed denim stretches across strong thighs, how the Death Jitsu long sleeve tee stretches across his broad chest.

Adam swallows. Maybe he’s just as eager for this as Matt.

“Well,” Matt says. “I’m, um. Off to take a shower.” He brushes down his shirt. “I’ll see the two of you in a minute.”

He stops off, one of his bags in his hand, like he already owns the suite, his shirt flying behind him back into the living room.

“He always like that?” Mox asks, stretching out.

Adam nods. “Always.”

“Seems exhausting,” Mox says, grabbing the remote.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Adam says, laughing. “Put on the show from last night. Matt was in charge of cameras and I want to see if he did a good job.”

The two of them watch the first match and two promos of Dynamite before they hear someone clear their throat, rather insistently, from the bedroom.

“You need something, princess?” Mox yells.

“Yeah,” Matt yells back. “It’s about time.”

“You just turned the shower off, so don’t get bitchy,” Adam calls, and he rolls his eyes at Mox.

Mox grins. “God, you two are gonna be so fun.”

Adam feels a chill wash down his body, a mix of anticipation and Mox’s words.

Matt, inexplicably, is dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of soft looking sweatpants. “Alright,” Matt says, stretching his arms out and tucking his hands behind his head. “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Adam says. He can’t resist walking over and kissing Matt, just a little one, before stepping back to stand next to Mox.

Matt pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes darting from Adam to Mox. The attitude, the cockiness, starts to fall off of him like sheets of snow from a roof, revealing Matt’s pretty-eyed desire laid bare.

Nobody speaks. Mox and Adam stand next to each other, unmoving. Adam hates to admit it, but he wants to follow Mox’s lead on this one.

“Is – isn’t anybody gonna come over here?” Matt asks. He wiggles. “You’re just staring at me like – like you want to eat me alive or something.”

“That what you want?” Adam asks.

Matt presses his lips together, eyes flicking from Mox to Adam. “Not quite.”

“Yeah?” Mox asks. “Tell me what you’re looking for, Matt. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Matt exhales. “E-everything?”

“I want to hear every detail that you’re thinking off,” Mox says. His eyes flick to Adam, who nods. “Or else we’re not doing it.”

Matt nods. “Yeah, that – that’s fair. Gotta make sure we’re all in agreement.”

Adam laughs. “Baby, I love you so much, but you’re making our threesome sound like a business deal.”

“I mean, it kind of is,” Matt says, shrugging. “Only instead of credit cards, it’s dicks. And instead of a cash register, it’s me.” He flares red. “Oh, boy.”

“Did you just get turned on by talking about money?” Mox turns to Adam. “What the fuck is wrong with him?

“That’s the wrong question,” Adam says, and he walks over to the bed so he can smack roll Matt over and smack his ass. “The question is what isn’t wrong with him.”

“I am right here,” Matt grumbles, but he’s got a little smile on his lips.

“Tell ya what,” Mox says, falling into the chair. “How about you lay down on the bed and tell us while you touch yourself?” Mox pats the arm of the chair. “Come on over, Cowboy. Bet you’re used to riding.”

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.” But Adam walks over and makes himself comfortable on Mox’s lap, flinging a leg over the arm of the chair.

“You two are too big for that chair,” Matt says, licking his lips as he stares. “Way too big.”

“Is this anxiety coming through?” Adam asks. “Because if this is a metaphor –”

“Is not,” Matt scoffs. He takes off his shirt like he’s offended at the suggestion. “Mox, you don’t know this, but Adam and I have been practicing.”

Mox chuckles, a warm rumble on Adam’s back. “Practicing?”

“If that’s what they call it then we should be experts by now,” Adam mutters.

“Maybe not – oh – maybe not practicing, I guess, but I’ve been working myself up to this, and I have been able to take the biggest one we have with Adam,” Matt says. He seems cocky, proud of himself as he pulls down his sweatpants. He’s already hard, pretty red cock curving up toward his belly as he steps back and lays down on the bed. “I mean, not to be a dick, but you can’t be much bigger than that one, based on our previous encounter.”

“He always talk like that?” Mox asks, lips by Adam’s neck, and it is distracting as hell that his arch rival’s lips are brushing against his skin while his boyfriend is jerking off on the bed. “He really does make everything sound like a business meeting.”

“You get used to it,” Adam says, grinding back on Mox’s lap. He can play dirty, too. “You gotta lean into it. Treat it like a corporate role play or something.” He grins. “Baby, show Mox what happens when I call you Mr. Jackson.”

Matt exhales, entire body rolling as he fucks up into his fist. “That’s not fair,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to explain a fantasy here.”

“Then explain it,” Mox says. “We ain’t got all day.”

That is an absolute lie, and all three of them know it. Mox made sure this suite was available until 11am tomorrow for this exact reason, and yet Matt nods, turning his glassy eyes over to Mox and Adam.

“I want you both inside me at once,” he says, eyes locked onto Adam. “I want you both,” he pauses, and Adam knows he’s steadying himself to look at Mox when he says it, “to fuck me at the same time.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He slides his hand into Adam’s lap. “Feels like the Cowboy’s into it.”

“You are, too, jackass,” Adam replies, rolling his ass against Mox’s hard cock. “Don’t get to uppity about it.

“I never said I wasn’t.”

Adam stands and pulls his shirt off over his head. “Matty, hands off.”

Matt takes his hand off his dick. “Why?”

He grins at Matt, then grins back at Mox. “We can’t let Mox get started here without a show, can we?”

“Oh!” Matt says. “Oh, sure. Yeah, I can do that.” He makes little grabby hands, and Adam wants to fuck him silly right now. But they have plans. “C’mere.”

Adam leans over Matt and kisses him deep, keeping his body away from Matt’s as he licks into his mouth, as he marks a few claims over Matt’s skin. Mox will share his body, sure. But Matt will always, always be Adam’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mox murmurs. Adam can hear rustling. “Look, you two both know you’re hot as hell, but this feels illegal to watch or something.” Adam thinks Mox has shucked all of his clothes. “Fuck.”

Adam slides his hand down Matt’s thigh and digs his fingers in the way he know gets Matt all whimpery, hiking his leg up. Matt drops his head back and moans.

“That one was on purpose, wasn’t it,” Mox says. Adam can hear his breathing. “Jesus Christ.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah. He’s good at being a pretty little performer.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt again, gently. “You ready, baby?”

Matt nods, determination in his eyes. “I got this.”

“Pretty little performer,” Adam repeated, voice no more than a murmur as he brushes Matt’s hair from his eyes. “One set of eyes on you isn’t enough, is it? You need two people all over you.”

Matt whines like he’s trying to get more contact.

“You want him over here too?” Adam asks. He bites at Matt’s neck. “Can’t get enough. Greedy son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Matt pants. “Greedy. Want both of you. C’mon.”

Adam feels the mattress dip as Mox sits on the bed next to Matt. “Pretty little thing,” he says. “Just wants to be used, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Adam pulls back to see Matt’s chest heaving. “One dick’s not enough for him. He’s gotta be split open by two.”

Matt whines. “This is fun and all, but I really, really want to get railed now, okay?”

“You know that’s not actually what you want,” Mox says. “Say what you actually want.”

Matt flames red. “I want you two inside of me at once.”

“That’s better,” Adam says. He grabs Matt by the hip and flips him over. “But first, we gotta get you ready.”

“I got an idea,” Mox says. He slides down the bed and palms at Matt’s ass. “You like getting eaten out?”

Adam rolls his eyes at how Matt immediately shifts so his ass is on display. “Yes,” he deadpans. “Yes, he does.”

“Cool,” Mox says, and he dives in.

Adam’s never gotten to see Matt’s face when somebody’s tongue is in his ass, but it’s almost as desperate and open as when he’s getting fucked.

“You like that?” Adam asks.

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Yes, I – oh my god.”

“Tongue’s not just good for talking, huh?” Adam says. He leans in and kisses Matt, awkward as their faces are pressed into the mattress, but Matt doesn’t seem too upset about it.

Mox makes sloppy, slurping noises, eager and goal oriented, and Adam’s got no choice but to rip off his pants and stroke his dick about it.

“Please?” Matt asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

“No,” Adam says. “You have to wait. I’m not putting my dick in your mouth when you specifically asked for it in your ass.”

Matt pouts for a second, then gasps. “Oh, Mox, right there.”

“Yeah?” Mox says, and his beard is shimmering with spit. “There?”

Matt nods. “I can take another finger, c’mon.”

“When’d that happen?” Adam asks. He’s not confused, exactly. But.

“About a minute ago, when you were fucking around with him,” Mox says. “He took it so pretty, too.”

Adam can tell when Mox adds another finger by Matt’s face.

“You use the –”

“What do you think I am, an amateur?” Mox asks. He picks up the bottle, already with a sizeable amount missing, and wiggles it with his free hand. “Of course I used lube.” He must do something interesting with his fingers because Matt gasps. “Didn’t I, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Okay, this is fun, whatever, but this has been too much teasing.” He grabs at Adam’s arm until Adam falls so he’s half slumped on the pillows. “Get in me.”

“You are not ready,” Mox says. “Like, maybe for one.”

“Exactly,” Matt says, and he swings a leg over Adam’s hips and sinks down on Adam’s cock so fast it’s almost impossible. Matt exhales so deeply and so thoroughly it’s like he’s surfacing from a riptide. “There we go.” He rocks a little, like he’s getting used to the size of Adam. “Okay. Mox, go ahead.”

Adam and Mox meet eyes over Matt’s shoulders, and Adam sees his befuddlement mirrored in Mox’s eyes.

“When the fuck did you get the idea you’re in charge?” Mox asks. “And, no, hold on.”

“A finger, obviously,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. “Come on. You want in on this, right?” He rolls his hips masterfully and Adam can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. “You really want to wait?”

Mox bites his lip. “Jesus. You’re a fucking terror.”

“Isn’t he?” Adam says. “It’s great until it isn’t.”

Matt shrugs, throwing his hair over his shoulder. It slaps Mox in the face, but Matt doesn’t seem to even notice. He rolls his hips again.

“You gotta quit that, baby, or this’ll be over way too soon,” Adam says.

“Quick on the draw, Cowboy?”

“You shut the fuck up,” Adam says, glaring at Mox. “Nobody asked you.”

“Pretty sure your boyfriend asked me.”

“Would you two stop the measuring contest and start competing to see, like, who can fuck me better?” Matt asks. “Jesus. I thought I was the most annoying person in this room.”

“I hate it when you’re self-aware and still manage to insult me,” Adam says, but he leans up to pull Matt for a kiss.

He gasps into Matt’s mouth when he feels something brush up against the base of his dick and then alongside of it. Mox’s finger is careful, tentative, but such an unbelievable shift of experience that Adam might get addicted if he’s not careful.

“That’s – oh,” Matt says, shifting. “Okay. Yeah, that’s a lot.”

“Thought you could take Adam and the other dildo or whatever.”

“The dildo doesn’t move on its own, and it isn’t attached to a big, annoying bitch,” Matt retorts.

There’s a smack and Matt grins, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Mox grumbles.

It takes ages. Mox is incredibly meticulous, Adam is still and concentrated, and Matt, bitchy and demanding as ever, doesn’t let up the litany of complaints and demands for more.

Finally, after what seems like years, Mox is set up behind Matt, his thighs spread over Adam’s as he presses along Matt’s back.

“Are you ready?” Mox asks. “If there’s any problems –”

“There won’t be,” Matt promises.

“Matt,” Adam says, grabbing his face and turning him to look into Adam’s eyes.

Matt nods. “I’ll say. I promise.”

“Good boy.” He yanks Matt down for one last kiss. “He ready, Mox?”

“I think so.” Adam’s never seen such concentration written on Mox’s brow before. “Alright, Matt?”

“Do it,” Matt says, punctuating with a deep exhale.

Adam drops against the headboard as he feels the blunt head of Mox’s cock slide in next to him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes.

Matt braces his hands on Adam’s chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Adam reaches up, brushes his knuckles against Matt’s cheek. “You okay?”

Matt nods. “Just – it’s so much.”

“In a good way?” Mox asks, voice tight.

“An amazing way,” Matt says. He wiggles his hips and Adam feels – fucking hell, he can feel Mox’s cock rub up against his. “Oh, this is great.”

“Do you want me to move?” Mox asks.

“Yes,” Adam and Matt say at the same time.

Mox chuckles. “Don’t have to be so eager for it, you two.” Adam can’t see much but Mox’s face, but he can feel when he pulls his hips back then pushes in further. Matt whines. “Okay, mostly you.” Mox leans in and pulls Matt’s hair back from his face. “Taking two at once like the best hole there is.”

Matt whines, dropping his head. “I wanna move,” he says, “I – but I can’t. I feel – this is –” He cuts off as Mox pulls just a little further back. “Oh, god, I can’t do anything.”

“Is that a good thing?” Adam asks. He glances down and Matt’s leaking like a broken faucet, still hard as a rock.

“It’s amazing,” Matt says, “like – like I have to – like I can’t – it’s up to you two.” Adam can tell he’s trying to say something else but can’t get the words out, so Adam twitches his hips just the tiniest bit and both Matt and Mox yelp.

“Goddamnit, Cowboy,” Mox growls. “Get your hips back on the bed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam says, but he does, as slow as he can, settle his hips back down flat. Matt’s eyes roll back.

“I – Mox,” he says. “Move. Do – please?”

It’s not like how he’s used to it, with Matt. Mox keeps adding lube when he pulls out and it’s getting everywhere, and Matt’s hands stay on Adam’s chest, arms, stomach, bracing himself and digging in nails. It’s slow. It’s intentional. And it’s incredible.

“I’m so proud of you, Matty,” Adam murmurs, and he reaches down to stroke at Matt’s cock. “Look at you. I knew you could do it, but I didn’t – you’re so good at this.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut at the praise. “Yeah, I knew I could, too.”

Mox snorts. “The fuck have I gotten myself into…”

“Matt, obviously,” Adam replies, stroking Matt with the end goal in sight.

Something about the phrase does it for Matt, and he comes with a whimper, quiet for the first time of his life, as he paints Adam’s chest and stomach. The way he clenches around Mox and Adam, tight and hot and – fuck. Adam’s not even done much, but he needs it.

“Matt, you okay if I…?”

“Yes,” Matt says to Mox. Adam feels like he’s being tormented, still and powerless as he waits.

Mox rolls his hips gently, the head of his cock catching against Adam’s, and Adam can barely handle it. It’s taking more restraint than he knew he had not to go wild. Instead, he swipes at the come on his chest and offers messy fingers to Matt, who takes them into his mouth eagerly.

“I hate how hot you two are,” Mox grumbles, voice tight. But then he grunts and Adam feels his dick pulse against his own as he gently, slowly, rocks his hips. The press against Adam’s dick, the feeling of Mox’s come next to him inside of Matt. He didn’t think he was that close, but, then again, there was once a time where he didn’t think he’d be with Matt again, either.

He closes his eyes and has to force his hips still. “I’m – oh, god, I can’t – I want to, but I can’t –”

“Are we accidentally edging you?” Matt giggles. He tilts his hips back and Adam feels Mox slip his softening dick out.

“Yes,” Adam answers. “Matty, please, I have to…” He can’t even speak. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he knows how close he is, how badly he needs to come.

“Are you begging me?” Matt asks, and Adam opens his eyes to see Matt on top of his, grinning and gleeful. “Is this a role reversal?”

Adam wraps an arm behind Matt’s back and flips them, slamming Matt to the mattress. His dick is painfully hard, he’s so close. “Can I fuck you?” he asks before sliding back into Matt. He knows Matt might be sore, sensitive, not able to do anything further. He hovers, as still as he can get himself. He knows he might have to find some other way to get off. But he has to. He can’t wait anymore.

“Please fuck me,” Matt says, eyes soft, and Adam dives back in.

He can feel Mox’s come around his cock like last time, easing the glide, and it’s over in seconds. He lets out a hoarse cry as he buries himself deep inside of Matt, adding to Mox’s mess, dropping down on shaking elbows.

He feels a hand on his back, calloused and huge. “Damn, man.”

Adam lifts his head. “Hmm?”

“That was some fucking wild restraint,” Mox says. He rolls to the side of the bed, laying next to Matt and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ve never seen anybody simultaneously out of his fucking mind and steady in my life.”

Adam shrugs, still breathing heavily. “Not gonna hurt him,” Adam mutters, dropping his head back down. It’s too much work to keep it up. “Never gonna hurt him again, if I can help it.”

Matt sighs and runs his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Love you, too.”

Mox groans. “How did double penetration turn fucking tender? I hate both of you.”

“You do not,” Adam says, and he finally can steady his muscles enough to pull out of Matt at the slowest pace possible, his cock stinging with oversensitivity. He falls to the side with open arms and Matt dives into them, clamoring onto Adam’s chest like an eager starfish. Mox scoots in to fill the space, lining his body against Adam’s.

“Hey,” Mox says. “You good?”

Adam nods, sleepy but sated. “Different than I expected. You’re a bitch even when your cock’s next to mine. I’m surprised.”

Mox shrugs. “Meeting the energy of the room, you could say.”

Matt lifts a weak arm and flips Mox off.

They lay like that, cozy and quiet, for some time. Adam finds his mind wiped, his body tired, and his anxiety gone. There’s not enough energy left in him to feel it. He trails fingers up and down Matt’s spine, knuckles along Mox’s chest. It’s almost too comfortable. He might need to find an excuse to do something like this again, just to reach this feeling afterwards where things feel this comfortably blank. He’ll start thinking up experiments when he has enough brain power to remember his own name.

When he hears little snuffles he thinks Matt’s fallen asleep, which would mean waking him up which is always unpleasant. He exchanges a little smile with Mox, who raises an eyebrow. Adam shrugs.

A few moments later, Matt finally stirs and sits up.

“So,” he says, smiling a little sleepy but with light in his eyes. “How do the two of you feel about spitroasting?”

“Can we recover from the first threesome first and then talk about the next one?” Adam asks, pulling Matt’s hair away from his face. “The king of one track minds, I swear.”

“There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom,” Mox offers. “Speaking of recovery, you know.” He tucks some of Matt’s hair behind his ear, gentler than Adam expected. “You’re gonna be sore for a while, babe.”

Matt turns a little pinker.

“You just called him babe,” Adam says, and he hears laughter in his voice. “Be careful. That’s how the two of us ended up together the first time.”

Mox stands up and stretches. Adam’s no longer above watching that scarred, beautiful body as it moves, lean muscles under decorated skin. He figures fucking his boyfriend alongside Mox makes all boundaries disappear. “I’ll hear that story someday, I’m sure,” he mutters. “But let’s go check out that jacuzzi.”

Mini Playlist: Greedy - Ariana Grande 3 - Britney Spears FUCK - Snow Wife Your Wish Is My Command - Kim Petras

#HangMatt #HangMoxMatt #Heheheheheheheheheh #scissormedaddyass #I hope you like it Vera!!!!!#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

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banannabethchase · 7 months

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I just think. Adam deserves to have someone titfuck him. (challenge mode: not mox. in fact, double challenge mode: someone completely new!)

A Cowboy to Ride - also on AO3

Matt's obsessed with Adam's chest, and he's incorrigible about it. Luckily, Adam is happy to indulge.

*sighs* Sarah what have you done to me with this prompt. I achieved the single challenge but not the double.

Adam should have learned by now, after all this time, that Matt can’t control himself.

“Locker room,” he mutters under his breath, grabbing at Adam’s wrist. “Now.”

“Fuckin’ hell, baby, tone it down,” Adam murmurs, sliding a hand into the back pocket of Matt’s jeans. “We’re still in public, you know.”

Matt licks his lips as he stares at Adam’s chest. “But – you look good.”

“And you need to keep it for the bedroom.” Adam leans in and presses a kiss to Matt’s forehead, though, because he can’t resist.

Matt lets out a mildly panicked whine and yanks Adam harder. “Don’t make me wait like last time,” he pleads, but there’s a smile behind it.

“Do you want me to make you wait?” Adam asks, in his ear. “Do you want me to work you up so you go to everyone in this place for just a little attention because you can’t get what you really want?”

Matt’s considering it, and Adam thinks he’s in for a hell of a night, when he’s interrupted before Matt can even speak.

“Matt!” Tony yells. “I need your help – Jerry had to step out so I need somebody else up here.”

Matt lets out a weird little panicked whimper, looking from Tony to Hangman. “But I –”

“Go do your EVP shit, Matty.” He leans in and whispers in Matt’s ear. “We can do cowboy shit later.”

Matt giggles and turns a little pink. “Okay,” he half whispers. “I – okay.”

Adam walks backstage, shaking out his shoulders as he shoots smiles at some of the friendlier guys backstage.

“Hanger!” Nick says, catching up with him. “You okay? Swerve and Cage are the worst.”

Adam shrugs, still high on adrenaline and Matt’s attention. “I’m good. Dealt with worse guys, right?”

Nick looks at him funny. “I mean, yes, but a post-match beatdown never feels good, you know?” Nick studies him for another moment until it seems to dawn on him. “Oh, god, you and Matt are doing a thing again, aren’t you.”

“I – what?” Adam searches his mind for when he could have been that transparent in this three second conversation. “No we’re not.”

Nick sighs. “God, you guys are so obvious. Sometimes I wonder if my life was easier when – ” He stops himself. “Well, okay, it wasn’t.”

“Nah, you’re right,” Adam says, and he’s surprised he’s still riding the earlier high. “Your best friend and your brother fucking across the country can’t be all that fun for you.”

Nick groans. “Please – don’t make me relive the shit you did back in New Japan and Ring of Honor back in the day.” Adam’s grin gets wider, and Nick winces. “Oh. Well. Damn it.” He laughs, a little panicked. “As long as the two of you are happy, I guess. But I do hate it. I need you both to know I hate,” he gestures weirdly in the air, “this. The vibes or whatever, when you do whatever this is.”

“And I’m sure we both hate your dancing, but here we are.”

Nick frowns. “My dancing is entertaining and everyone should be into it.”

“Entertaining does not mean good,” Adam says, nudging Nick with his shoulder.

“Exactly. I didn’t say good. It was fun. Maybe I’ll join Dancing with the Stars next season or something.”

“Please do,” Adam says, clapping Nick on the arm. “I’m always a fan of comedy.”

“Eff you!” Nick says, grin widening. “Alright, man, I gotta get to the locker room – we had to rearrange the card for Rampage and I’m the lucky person to go tell people.”

Adam nods. “Good luck, man. Don’t get yelled at.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Nick turns to leave, then comes back for a hug so quick Adam can’t even react. “Love you, man. Even when you and Matt are weird.”

Adam wants to hug him back, to tell Nick that he feels the same way, but Nick’s out of there before Adam can even open his mouth.

He gets back to the hotel on his own after a text from Matt and another from Nick. Matt’s I have to stay late I’ll see you later at the hotel <;3 has Adam a little worried, but Nick immediately texted after to say I’ll keep him from doing anything stupid, so Adam was able to relax.

Adam debates getting himself off to a few of the videos they made back in Ring of Honor, but he decides to keep it in his pants until Matt gets here. He can wait.

He flips through the channels absently, checking his phone more often than he probably should, until he gets the text from Matt at 11:14pm.

On my way back <3

Adam grins. Matt’ll be off his rocker with the need to blow off steam with he gets to the room, and Adam can’t wait.

He makes sure the room is presentable – underwear in his luggage, the takeout from last night in the trash, all that – and he’s just finished when the door unlocks and swings open.

“Hi!” Matt says. “Oh, my god, the traffic was insane.”

“You walked across the street!”

“The foot traffic and the car traffic came together to make my life stupid,” Matt explains. “Plus, my backpack is heavy.” He looks over at Adam.

“You have four steps to walk,” Adam laughs, but he grabs the backpack anyway and drops it on the chair. “C’mere.”

Matt hits Adam like a brick wall into a vicelike hug. “Hi,” he says, face muffled in Adam’s chest. “This is kind of nice, actually.” He pulls back. “Can you get naked now?”

“What a line,” Adam says, shaking his head. “Romance really does die.”

“It – no it doesn’t!” Matt says. He plays with the hem of Adam’s shirt, bites his lip a little. He leans in, pulling the collar of Adam’s tee down, tracing his collarbone. “It’s just, you – you looked so good,” Matt says, open mouth moving along Adam’s collarbone. “You looked so good.”

Adam laughs, settling his hands on Matt’s hip, fingertips sliding under that pretty shirt of his. “You look good too, baby.” He pulls back. “Real good. You know I like the half up hair thing.”

Matt’s eyes scatter away, a pleased smile on his lips. “I know,” he says. “But, um.” He slides his hands up Adam’s chest, nails gently pressing into the skin of his pecs. “You look good. Like, your chest.” Matt clears his throat. “God. You – wow.”

Adam laughs. “What, you got a thing for big tits or something?” He means it as a joke, kind of, because it’s such a weird word, but Matt goes bright red. “Oh. Oh, you do.” Adam huffs out a laugh. “Sit down, baby. You want a show? I can give you a show.”

Matt sits down on the bed so fast he bounces, legs folded under him as he drops his hands in his lap. “I wanna see,” he near whispers. “I – yeah.”

After all of Swerve’s shit talking the week before, the look on Matt’s face as Adam plays with the hem of his shirt, the way he whimpers at the barest hint of skin, makes Adam feel like he could rule the world.

“Too slow,” Matt says, eyes locked on Adam’s fingertips as they tease at pulling it up. “Go faster.”

“Oh, you’re being demanding now?” Adam asks, dropping the shirt. He steps into Matt’s space, grinning at the way Matt cranes his head up to see him. “You wanna have control, by all means, take it.”

Matt bats his eyelashes, looking up. “I could,” he murmurs. “I do the top thing.”

Adam leans down, presses a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “Sure you could, baby.”

Matt pushes at Adam’s chest. “Go – get naked. I wanna see.”

“You want a strip tease?”

Matt shrugs. “If that’s what gets you naked, okay.”

There’s a part of Adam that’s always been a bit of a performer. He likes the attention and putting on a show, likes to be a bigger version of himself. But he’s never a better performer than when his audience is Matt.

“Higher,” Matt murmers, the request almost a question. “Please?”

“You sure?” Adam asks, only his eyes peeking out over his shirt. Matt’s eyes are glued to his stomach, slowly crawling up his body.

Matt’s eyes snap up to Adam’s. “Are you kidding? Yes, I’m sure. Take off your shirt.”

Laughing, Adam slowly drags the shirt over his body. He thinks he can feel Matt’s eyes burning like a laser into his skin, and finds himself wishing the touch were real.

“Screw it,” he mutters, and he rips off the shirt and throws it somewhere in the room, diving at Matt to catch his lips with his own. Matt lets out a cute little squeal of excitement as Adam drapes himself over Matt’s body.

Matt is shameless as he runs his hands over Adam’s skin, grabbing and touching and squeezing. “You’re so – I don’t – come back.” He doesn’t seem to be able to string a sentence together, so focused on Adam, and it’s the kind of ego boost Adam might not need.

Adam slides his lips down to Matt’s neck. “And here I was,” he laughs, in between kisses, “thinking you were getting tired of me now that I’m older.”

“Are you kidding me?” Matt asks. He’s trying to pipe through some of his usual attitude, but the breathy desperation makes it fail. “You look, somehow, even better.” His breath catches as Adam bites at his collarbone. “Like – I like the scars. A lot.” Matt’s fingers trace a few from barbed wire against his forehead, eyes locked on the spot. “You should do more death matches. I like this.”

“You just want me all beat up and bloody.” Adam props himself up on his elbows to press a kiss to Matt’s nose.

“Not – well, okay, that’s not all of it.” Matt’s cheeks turn pink. “I mean, like, you know how good you look when you get all wild eyed, and you look so pretty when your hair goes all pink – don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not laughing at you!” Adam says, doing a terrible job of stifling the chuckles.

“You – go back.” Matt pouts, but Adam’s pretty sure it’s an attempt to be firm. “I wanna see you.”

Adam’s still laughing as he leans back on his knees, and he watches Matt’s eyes light up. “What?”

“When you laugh, your pecs – bounce.” Matt’s tone is almost reverent. “Do – I can’t think of anything funny. What’s funny?”

“Monkeys on unicycles?”

“In theory, that’s funny, but I need something that will actually make you laugh!” Matt huffs. “Okay, remember that time we were in the gym and you and Kenny were trying to actually wrestle and –”

Adam can’t help it; he laughs so hard he throws his head back. “Oh, fuck, and Kenny slipped on his shirt and fell with his ass in the air? And you texted a picture to Kota?”

“Yeah,” Matt murmurs, not laughing at all. “Oh, my god. You – get over here.” Adam barely gets his eyes open before Matt’s leaned up and biting at his pec.

“Oh, hi,” Adam says, swallowing. “Jesus, you’re like a lamprey.”

“A what?”

“A fish that – never mind,” Adam says. “Fuck. Usually I do this to you.”

“And now it’s your turn,” Matt says. “Now shut up and lie down so I can get my hands on your chest.”

Adam does as he’s told, because he can indulge Matt from time to time, and Matt goes at him again like a madman. Adam slides his hand onto Matt’s hair, fingers tangling. “You’re determined today,” he exhales. “Jesus. I’m gonna be covered.”

Matt pulls his head up, quirking an eyebrow. “No worse than what you do to me, like, nightly.”

“Yes, but you’re used to it,” Adam says, with a little tug to Matt’s hair. “I’m not used to you being all, well, dominant is absolutely the wrong word.”

“Is not!”

“Really,” Adam deadpans. “Calling you dominant is a totally normal, accurate statement. You’re pouting right now.”

“I – tops can pout!”

“Not like that they can’t.” Adam can’t resist pulling Matt in by the hair and tasting the pout on his lips. Matt scrambles on his lap, shoving Adam back onto the bed. His fingertips tweak Adam’s nipples, grab at his skin, massage his muscles, and fuck if it isn’t great. Matt’s doing his best to control the kiss, but he’s hesitant at times, unsure, and Adam fills in where Matt can’t figure it out.

“Tell you what,” Adam says, pulling back as he cants his hips up to meet Matt’s ass. “You ride me tonight, tell me what to do. It’s all about you, baby.”

“Okay,” Matt says, even pinker than before. “I – I can do that. But it’s always all about me.”

“That is not what a top would say.”

Matt opens his mouth to argue. Then, like he’s just lost an argument with himself in his head, huffs and swings a leg off of Adam’s hips and goes to his bags in the corner of the room. “I’ll have you know,” he says, digging around. Adam’s a little disappointed he’s still mostly clothed. The view would be outstanding. At the thought, he undoes his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down his hips to drop them to the side of the bed, wrapping a hand around his cock for the hint of relief. Matt’s still talking as he searches, and Adam can’t focus on it. “And that was twice, and since one of those times was in a match, I think that counts double.”

“You getting on top of someone during a match and pinning them to the ground doesn’t count as being a top,” Adam says. “You forget the lube? I’m not going out to CVS this time.”

“You would if you really loved – oh, found it!” Matt turns around, twirling the bottle in his hands. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hey,” Adam says with a lazy smile, hand still around his cock. “Somebody order a cowboy to ride?”

“That’s not even funny anymore,” Matt says with a smile. He strips out of his clothes at lightning speed and dives back on top of Adam, squeezing at his pecs. “God, you’re hot.”

“You, too.” Adam gets two handfuls of Matt’s ass and squeezes, grinning at the way Matt’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open. “Pretty tits, too.” He leans in and wraps his lips around a nipple. Matt whimpers.

“I – I want to –” he stops speaking when Adam pulls away, grinning up at him. “I – oh my god, what?”

“What what?”

“I don’t know what to do!” Matt wails. “I just want you to fuck me but I don’t – please?” He bats his eyelashes. “Being a top is too much work. Can you just fuck me and make me cry about it?”

“Of course, baby,” Adam murmurs. He reaches out and brushes some hair from Matt’s pouting face. “Anything you want. All about you, right?”

Matt keeps the pout at a thousand as he nods. “I love you,” and it’s impressive he gets the words out with how stuck out that bottom lip is.

“I love you, too.”

Adam grins at him as he drips the lube over his fingers, probably too much, but Matt’s wide eyes as he watches are so damned pretty he can’t stop the show.

“Now, please,” Matt whispers. “I – please don’t make me wait like last time.”

“Oh, you remember last time?” Adam says, sliding his finger between Matt’s cheeks, watching his eyes flutter closed. Matt leans forward, ass in the air, like he’s desperately waiting, but all Adam does is trace the rim of his hole. “You got so needy for it you started hitting on the whole roster.”

Matt’s breathing picks up. “Only ‘cause you were doing one of your stupid experiments.”

“Maybe this is one, too,” Adam says. “Maybe I made sure to get my tits all pumped up just to get you riled up.”

Matt leans back, like he’s trying to coax Adam’s finger inside of him. “Sure, whatever, just – please?” He turns those eyes on Adam.

“Only because you asked all nice,” Adam says, like it’s a chore to give Matt exactly what he wants, like he’s not just as impatient for it as Matt. He just hides it better. He works a finger in, grinning at the noises Matt makes, then a second, then a third, all while Matt pushes his hips down. “You really are desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” Matt snaps. His eyes widen. “Sorry. I just –”

“Nah,” Adam says, grazing Matt’s prostate with his fingers once before pulling them out. Matt makes the weirdest combination of sounds, akin to a frustrated cat, and Adam has to resist the urge to laugh. “Don’t apologize. I like when you get bitchy.” He drips more lube on his hand and coats his entire cock, Matt’s eyes on him the whole time.

Matt goes easily when Adam grabs his hips and moves him backward. Matt tries to shove himself down on Adam’s cock, but Adam stops him.

“Slow down, baby, don’t hurt yourself.”

Matt pouts. “But I want it.”

“Fuck, you’re insufferable.” Adam guides him down, his own vision going white at the feeling of Matt all around him. “And perfect, goddamn.”

Matt giggles, hips rocking. “I – oh, yes – know that, thank you.”

“This is why you can’t be a top.” Adam rocks his hips up, trying to screenshot the look of Matt’s bliss in his mind. “Tops don’t talk about how perfect they are all the time.”

“They can,” Matt replies. He pulls up on his knees, Adam’s dick slipping out of him entirely, before carefully sliding back down. It’s almost more than Adam can handle, the feeling of it all, and he finds himself weirdly worshipful of the moment. He thought for so long this was gone, but it’s all here in front of him right now.

He’ll never stop beating himself up over all the years they lost.

Matt still, like back in the day, makes the prettiest little noises as they slowly rock against each other, as their bodies slide and move and connect. Matt smiles down at him, his hair falling like a curtain, as Adam keeps his hands on Matt’s hips to guide him, move him. He moves a hand and slides it into Matt’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

Matt hums against his lips, hands braced on either side of Adam’s head as he rocks, breathing heavily. “Adam,” he says in almost a whisper.

“I know, baby,” Adam says back, their foreheads pressed together. “I love you, too.”

He’s not paying attention, is his mistake. He’s focused on Matt, on how he feels and how he looks and how he sounds, on the perfect slide, of the warmth of Matt around him. He’s not trying to keep himself together.

“Matt,” he chokes out, before he can figure out how to stop it. “Oh, god. I – Matt.” He groans and comes, deep within Matt, his mind whiting out for anything that isn’t the man he loves, the world swirling around him and settling into a feeling of utmost satisfaction. “Matt,” he whispers again as he comes back to earth.

Matt is still rolling against Adam’s cock, and its getting to be too much too fast too –

“Matt,” Adam gasps, “Matt, I have to –” He tilts his hips, sliding out of Matt, who whimpers.

“I didn’t get to come,” Matt says, pouting. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Adam says. “Oh, my god, no, Matty, I just got super into it and you.” He thinks, desperate to get that disappointed look off of Matt’s face. And it hits him. “Oh. Matt, I – do you want to fuck my tits?”

Matt blinks at him. “What?”

Adam shuffles so he’s better propped on the pillows and moves his arms to his sides. He looks down, and his chest really does look big like this. “See?” he says. He reaches his arms out and grabs Matt’s hips, pulling him closer. “Go for it. I know how much you like them.”

Matt bites his lip, hesitant, like he’s not sure how to do it.

“I’ll help you,” Adam says, stroking the soft skin of Matt’s thighs. “Come on, baby, try it.” He grins up at Matt. “You want to see about being a top, right?”

Matt’s hesitance disappears. “Okay,” he says, almost like he’s convincing himself. “Yeah, okay.” He leans down and braces his hips on either side of Adam’s ribcage and slots his dick in the valley of Adam’s chest. “Wow,” Matt says, and he’s able to slide okay even without any lube, he’s leaking so much. “Oh, wow, Adam, this is…” He trails off, staring at his dick as it moves. He reaches down and grabs handfuls of Adam’s chest, pushing his tits together, and moves his hips.

It takes a second, but Adam realizes the wetness pooling on his belly is – oh, god. His own come is leaking out of Matt, getting all over the two of them. Adam’s head is spinning with all of it – Matt’s focus, his little noises, the slick sounds, the way Adam’s nails bite into Matt’s thighs.

“Adam, can I?” Matt asks, breathing raggedly. “I’m so – I’m gonna –”

“Do it, baby,” Adam says, and he works on a hunch. “Get us all messy.”

Matt’s last sound is a desperate little whimper, something from the back of his throat as he splays one hand in the mess behind him and pushes one more time. Adam’s never had somebody come on his chest before. On his face, sure, but this is new. It’s warm and wet and all Matt, and he feels claimed. Permanent.

“Oh, my god,” Matt pants, eyes a little wild. “You – it’s all over you.”

Adam laughs. He shakes his hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, baby, that’s kind of the point.”

“I’m usually…”

“On the other end of things?” Adam fights the urge to laugh again.

Matt huffs. “Well, yes, but still. I didn’t know…” He runs his fingertips through the mess on Adam’s chest and neck. “I don’t want to do it all the time, but I liked it.”

“I’m glad,” Adam says, and he reaches up and twirls a lock of Matt’s hair around his finger. “Figured you might like to have a moment with these.” He makes his pecs bounce, and Matt’s eyes lock on them. “You like that?”

“You know I do. Shut up.” Matt’s smiling, though. “I don’t think I could do this every time, though. I like – I like it when you’re in charge, mostly.”

“I know, but we can change things up.” Adam winks. “Though I’ll never get tired of fucking you up against the wall.”

Matt’s giggle is a little panicked. “Um. Good. Good, because I won’t get tired of it, either.” He rests his hands on Adam’s chest again, face wrinkling. It only gets more distinct as he wiggles. “Okay, so, it was super hot or whatever, but now I feel gross and sticky.” He rolls off of Adam at an angle so weird he can only be avoiding dirtying the sheets.

“Shower?” Adam asks. He’s got come in his hair, somehow. He hadn’t realized Matt’s aim had been that terrible.

Matt stands, hips shifting. Adam almost managed to get hard again from the shining wetness all over his ass and thighs. “Shower.”

Mini Playlist:

Me & U - Cassie

Strip Tease - Danity Kane

Keep Riding Me - ur pretty

Do Me - Kim Petras

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banannabethchase · 2 months

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Mox walks into the BCC locker room to find Breeze visiting, and immediately runs off to hide Matt because those two can never be allowed to meet.

Such a Pretty Face - also on AO3

Mox walks in on Breeze hanging out in the locker room before Collision and knows one thing: he can't let Breeze and Matt meet. He fails almost immediately.

I...this one did things. Title from Brat by Chrissy Chlapecka.

All Mox was trying to do was get a goddamned coffee.

He should have known it was possible, is the thing. He and Matt work at AEW. Claudio works at AEW. Of course Claudio would bring his boyfriend here.

He hadn’t thought it through to the logical conclusion.

“Claudio,” he grumbles into the phone, watching the interloper angle the phone for a selfie, “what the fuck is Breeze doing here?”

Breeze looks over at him and rolls his eyes, stupid perfect eyebrows doing a weird little wiggle. Mox stomps out of the room.

“Oh, you’ve seen him?” Claudio is annoyingly sunny. “Good. I and my Lyft driver are stuck in traffic. I told him to find you.”

“Told – why?!” Mox pulls the phone away and stares at it, waiting for one of Claudio’s stupid puns or jokes to show up in a text.

“Because Bryan finds him unappealing and Wheeler is unavailable.” He’s so annoyingly calm about it all, like this isn’t horribly inconvenient.

“Why me, though?” Mox whines. “I can’t stand him.”

“You can,” Claudio admonishes. “You are simply angry he insulted your gear that one time.”

Mox had actually forgotten about that, but Breeze can bitch about his gear pants all day long. “That’s not it,” he hisses. He looks through the door, angling his neck so that he can see Breeze’s foot. “I don’t want him going anywhere near Matt.”

“What?” Claudio asks, uncharacteristically befuddled. “Why not?”

“Because you and I managed to bag the two most impossible, insane, and insufferable men on the fucking planet and if they meet people will die.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Mox wonders if he should begin planning his will. “Then perhaps I shouldn’t tell you Tyler is hoping to have a match with Orange Cassidy.”

Mox groans. “Seriously?!”

“He’s a free agent, Jon.” Mox wants to rip that smug tone out of his throat. “He’s allowed to explore his options.”

“Explore his – he’s going to end up running into Matt!” Mox hisses. “It’s going to be horrible.”

“What’s going to be horrible?”

Mox jumps about a foot as Matt comes up behind him. “Baby!” He leans in and kisses Matt, steering them slightly away from the door. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I heard my name and horrible in the same breath,” Matt says, dodging Mox’s next attempt to kiss him. “What’s horrible?”

“He’s talking about me,” Breeze yells from the room.

Mox freezes. “Matty,” he says slowly.

“Who,” Matt says, snapping into business mode, “is in there?” Then he eyes Mox.

Mox doesn’t even have time to panic run away before Breeze walks up behind him. He looks down a little at Matt. “Hey, Jackson,” he says, grinning. “Like your shoes.”

Matt’s eyes widen, hurt echoing. “Why is he in there?” he whispers. And Mox realizes.

“Oh, god, no!” Mox says. “Fuck, no. Never. Absolutely not. Hey.” He cups Matt’s cheeks, tilting him so their eyes meet. “Listen to me. The only pretty boy obsessed with his looks and clothes I want is you.”

Matt pouts, and it would be cute if Mox wasn’t about to lose his mind. “Then why’s he here?”

Mox looks over at Breeze, who looks maddeningly comfortable as he leans against the wall. He’s as if Matt and Seth got fused in one body but threw in an extra dose of impossible. “Yeah, Dean,” Breeze says, and Mox might strangle him right here and now. “Why am I here?”

“You call him that again, and I’ll shove those last season shoes right up your ass,” Matt snaps.

Mox fights a smile. “You don’t like it when people call me Dean?”

“You’re mine now,” Matt says simply. “Well, and AEW’s. Your name is Jon.” He turns to Breeze. “Or Mox, to you.”

“To me?”

Matt nods. He shuffles back into Mox’s space, an arm around his waist like a claim. “I’ll ask one more time. Why are you here?”

“If you must know,” Breeze says, adjusting his ponytail, “I’m interested in a match.”

Matt’s demeanor immediately shifts. “A match!” he says. “We would love to have you.”

“What?” Mox asks. “What was that?”

“A highly talented free agent like you? We’d be lucky to work together. Come on, let’s get to my office. Who are you interested in working with?”

Breeze turns to Mox, who shrugs, still unable to speak.

“Cassidy, Castle,” Breeze says, counting off his fingers, “and, honestly, you and Nick have the right idea right now.” His grin turns deadly. “Wouldn’t have a problem with getting in with the EVPs.”

Mox waits for Matt to correct Breeze about the name, but it doesn’t even look like he noticed. Matt grabs Breeze’s wrist and pulls him toward the EVP room, leaving Mox behind as they begin chattering about ring gear and the best tights for their asses.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there when he feels a giant hand clap on his shoulder.

“Jesus!” he shrieks, jumping about a foot. “What the fuck?”

“Hello,” Claudio says. “Have you seen Tyler?”

“I – yes,” Mox says. “Somehow.”

“Somehow?”

“They, um. They met.”

Claudio frowns. “That can’t possibly have gone well.”

“Matt through I was cheating with Breeze.”

Claudio’s face goes blank for long enough that Mox worries if he has another jealous lunatic on his hands. And then he busts into laughter, falling against the door. “You!” Claudio chokes out. “You! And Breeze!” He works himself into a fit, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

“What the hell is so funny?” Mox asks, punching Claudio in his stomach. It kind of hurts his knuckles, and it makes him want to punch Claudio somewhere softer. “Calm the fuck down.”

“I apologize,” Claudio says, mopping his eyes with the cuffs of his BCC jacket. “I really do. I just don’t think you could handle Breeze.”

“I can handle Matt.”

Claudio scoffs. “Oh, no, my friend.” He claps Mox on the shoulder. “Breeze is very different from Matt.”

Mox rolls his eyes as they make their way toward the EVP room. “Either way, they’re being weird in a way I didn’t expect.”

“Explain.”

“I can’t,” Mox says, a hand on the EVP room doorknob, “you have to see it to get it.” He doesn’t bother knocking – never has, never will when it comes to Matt. The door swings open easily under his hand.

“Oh, god,” Claudio says behind him. “I see what you mean.”

Matt and Breeze are both shirtless, in the middle of swapping gear shirts.

“And I think,” Matt says, clearly in the middle of a rant, “that if we really want to sell it, we should have you in matching gear. It may be too late for you to custom make anything, but I’m sure some of my clothes will fit you.” He frowns. “Do you have anything white?”

“What are you doing?” Claudio asks.

Breeze and Matt throw him identical exasperated looks, then return to their conversation.

“Of course I have a white suit,” Breeze says, scoffing. “But I think we might want to go for my pastel green. I can have a friend overnight it so it’s here by 10am tomorrow.”

“What – what?” Mox is beginning to get dizzy. “Seriously, what?”

Matt turns to him after throwing Breeze a smile that Mox hasn’t really seen from the other side before. “Breeze should debut at Revolution,” he says. “I know it’s soon, and we still have to get approval from Tony, but he’s always much more receptive to my ideas when I already have a plan.”

“That’s not him being receptive,” Mox says, lowering himself into a chair. “That’s him being afraid of you when you hit your batshit crazy levels.”

Matt shrugs. “Tomato, tomahto.” He checks his watch. “Oh! Breeze, we need to go talk to Tony now. If we don’t, he might not agree because its’ too ‘last minute’.” He says the last bit with finger quotes. Matt flounces up to Mox, wraps a hand around the back of his neck, and yanks him down for a kiss that’s more insistent and controlling than Mox remembers from him. “See you later, baby.”

Breeze kisses Claudio on the cheek before pushing through the door and following Matt.

“What,” Claudio says, watching them practically skip down the hallway, “was that?”

“Right?!” Mox says. “Claudio. Our boyfriends should never had been allowed to meet.” He grabs Claudio by the shoulders. “Claudio. This is a disaster.”

Claudio blinks. “Disaster? How?”

“They’re going to run this place with hair spray and sneakers,” Mox moans. “We’re going to be stuck listening to them bitch about everything all the time.”

Claudio shrugs, and Mox is losing faith that he’ll be able to impose the urgent need to stop this. “They’re entertained and productive, and not killing each other.” He shoulders Mox out of the way to watch Matt and Breeze knock on Tony’s door. “I consider this a positive.”

The next night, Breeze debuts to help Matt and Nick win the belts, and Mox watches backstage, covered in sweat from his own victory, with his jaw on the floor.

“I hate how well they work together,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the screen. “This is going to be horrible.”

“Come now, Jon, your boy has a belt again.” Claudio claps him on the shoulder. “He might calm down.”

“Nope,” Mox says, watching the Bucks and Breeze celebrate in the middle of the ring, then roll out to let Sting have his moment. “No, this is going to make things worse.”

Matt scampers off stage and launches into Mox’s arms, clocking him in the nose with the belt before wrapping his legs around Mox’s waist and kissing him.

“That was awesome!” he hears Breeze say behind him, and then he hears some slurping sounds.

Mox pulls away with one last kiss to Matt’s lips, to see Breeze and Claudio in the same sort of position.

“See?” Breeze says, casually held up by a smiling Claudio with one arm. Showoffs. “You didn’t need to panic so much, Mox. You have no faith in any of us.”

Matt looks at him, eyes giant. “You panicked? About what?”

Mox groans. “Get – no, it’s – Claudio, I’m going to kill your boyfriend later.” He sets Matt down. “You did great out there, baby. Congrats on the belt.”

“But what did you panic about?” Matt asks, poking Mox in the ribs. “Did you worry I’d, like, fall in love with Breeze?” His lips curve up. “Did you think we’d start kissing or something?”

“Not even a little,” Mox scoffs. “I thought you’d kill each other.”

“Really,” Matt says, and Mox doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker to Breeze. He also doesn’t miss the way Breeze smirks in response.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Mox says, grabbing Matt around the waist and hauling him away. “No falling in love with another twink.”

As he hauls Matt away, he hears Claudio laugh and Breeze yell, “I’m a twunk!”

Mini Playlist: Brat - Chrissy Chlapecka I'm So Hot - Chrissy Chlapecka I'm Baby - Lil Mariko Shiny - Lil Mariko, Full Tac

#SwissBreeze #MoxMatt #This is just chaos #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #sarahcakes613 #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #Matt Attrackson #This is pure silliness

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banannabethchase · 3 months

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...did Matt decide to unhottify himself with the mustache and low pony specifically to spite us tumblrinas for mocking him?

#i usually find him so attractive and right now #i feel as if his tag is incorrect for me #matt attrackson #BE HOT AGAIN SHAVE THE STACHE AND BE MY PRETTY BEARDED BABYGIRL ONCE MORE YOU FIEND #wtf i like wrestling now???

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I feel I'm rubbish at these, cos I don't give prompts, it's more a collection of words like "HangMatt, with lingerie maybe" *shrug emoji* 😉 Oooooh! Would you ever consider more details on the Hangman Matt experiments?? 🥺

Look So Good Underneath Me - also on AO3

Adam decides to try a new one of his experiments with Matt, and decides on pink panties. It backfires. Deliciously.

Jules I need you to be aware that this is ENTIRELY your fault. This prompt isn't rubbish, it's pure GOLD. Thank you! Title from Pink G-String by Scene Queen.

“I have a present for you,” Adam says once Matt picks up the phone. He lights up immediately.

“A present?” he asks. “What kind? Can I see?”

“Not until Dynamite,” Adam says, fighting his own grin. “You gotta wait.”

Matt huffs. “This is one of your stupid experiments again, isn’t it. Is this like the time you bought me a neon orange butt plug and had me wear it the night we won the six-man tags in Ring of Honor? Is this a throwback?”

Adam throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, my god, no. But we should revisit that. That was good.”

“But it is an experiment,” Matt says, and when Adam turns his eyes back to his phone screen, even FaceTime can’t hide Matt’s interest. “Right?”

“Maybe,” Adam singsongs. “Maybe I just want to get something pretty for my boyfriend.”

“So it’s something pretty!” Matt says, like he solved some sort of puzzle. “Just tell me.”

“Nope,” Adam says. “You have to wait.”

Matt groans, sounding like Adam’s high schoolers would get when he’d tell them they couldn’t skip any more classes or they’d fail. “Is this like the edging thing you did back before the pandemic that backfired?”

Adam frowns. “No. God. Why would you remind me of that disaster?”

“If I’m miserable, you’re miserable,” Matt says, with a grin.

“What a horrible line,” Adam laughs. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you,” Matt clarifies. “But you’re being mean to me so I figured I’d give it back to you.”

“Cute,” Adam says. “Very cute. I wish you were here so I could fuck that smug little smile off of you. I’ll have to wait until Wednesday, though.”

Matt turns pink. “Miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Adam murmurs. “I’ll see you soon. Two days, okay?”

“Two days,” Matt confirms. “Love you.”

“I love you more.”

Adam hangs up and has to shove his face in a pillow with the stupid, fluffy feeling building in his chest. It’s been months back with Matt, and before that years with and without him, and he still gets all dumb about him.

When he’s finally gotten his shit together and has stopped mooning over his boyfriend, Adam grabs the box he’d ordered and pulls out the pink lacy thong, neon and so flimsy it’s almost pointless.

The sight of it alone, the image of what Matt might look like wearing it, is enough to get him hard. He gets off looking at a photo of Matt, and curling the lacy fabric in his free hand.

“Hi!”

Adam turns to see a familiar flurry barreling toward him and leaping into his arms.

“Hey, baby,” he says, hugging Matt close. Matt’s legs around his waist feel like home. “It’s only been a couple days, you really miss me that much?”

“Uh-huh,” Matt says, burying his face into Adam’s neck. He sighs. “Plus you did the teasy thing again with the present, and now that I see you, I know I’m gonna get it.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it alright,” Adam says, sliding his hand up Matt’s thigh.

“For the love of god, not in the airport.”

Adam brushes some of Matt’s hair out of the way. “Oh! Hi, Nick.”

“Hey,” Nick nods. “Can you put my brother down, please?”

Matt lets out a long suffering sigh as he slides down Adam’s body to the floor. “You ruin the fun, Nicky.”

“I ruin the public indecency charges.” Nick hits Matt in the back with his own backpack. “Grab your stuff so we can all get to the hotel and I can have some peace away from you two heathens.”

“Heathens, schmeathens,” Matt says, rolling his eyes as he grabs his backpack and Adam’s hand. “I’m not the one who was checking out Billy Gunn’s ass last week.”

“Really!” Adam says. “Nick, do you have a thing for Billy?”

“Shut up, Matt,” Nick grumbles. He won’t meet Adam’s eyes. “Matt, you said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but it’s Adam,” Matt says, like the name alone gives context. “You know. We tell him everything.”

“You tell him everything,” Nick corrects, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. “I try to keep a little mystery going.”

It’s a whirlwind to get back to the hotel, and they end up with less time than Adam had hoped to get ready. He’s in the middle of unpacking when Matt shuffles past him with his carryon thrown over his shoulder. Always the performer.

“You know you don’t have to show off the biceps all the time for me to think you’re hot, right?”

Matt throws a grin over his shoulder. “Yeah, but it’s fun.” He unzips his bag, and Adam is…concerned.

“Oh,” Adam says, blinking. “The white gear.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, taking the white gear and putting it carefully into his venue bag. “I thought you like the white gear.”

Adam bites his lip. “Oh, I do. I definitely do. I just, uh,” he turns around to go to his checked luggage, and pulls out the poorly wrapped gift. “Here. Open it.”

Matt’s brow furrows. “Oh, I know what this is.”

“You do?” Adam asks. “How?”

Matt locks his eyes on Adam’s as he rips it open, pulls out the box, and pulls out the panties. “Because you’re predictable, Adam.” He grins. “You’ve always liked me in pink.”

“Okay, see, but who wouldn’t?” He crowds into Matt’s space until Matt’s back hits the wall. He brushes some of Matt’s hair over his shoulder, careful to graze his fingers against Matt’s neck, just to make his shiver. He leans in, lips at Matt’s ear. “You look so good in it.”

Matt exhales. “Why are you doing this to me when we have to be at the venue in twenty minutes?” he whispers.

“Because I like it when you get riled up.”

Matt laughs. “So predictable.” But he’s breathing a little heavily, his eyes are a little blown, and he can’t stop looking at Adam’s mouth. “I – do you want me to wear this under my gear? Because, well, Nick and I thought white gear because it goes with everything, but we also brought something else.” Matt steps away from Adam and reaches into his bag.

“The purple and black and white would definitely make it harder to see the thong through the clothes.” Adam licks his lips. “Then it’s just you and me who know. Maybe I’ll snap at it a little during the match, just to remind you.”

“Okay, seriously, this is just mean,” Matt says, and he folds his arms across his chest. “You better get me really good after Rampage. I don’t care how tired I am.”

Adam tilts his head. “I – what?”

“You heard me,” Matt says, sliding a leg between Adam’s. “You’re gonna rail me so hard after tonight’s match, when we win those belts back, it’ll be like we’re back in our Ring of Honor days.”

Adam blinks. “That might be the most dominant you’ve ever been, and it’s begging me to fuck you. You’re an enigma, baby.”

Matt is snippy and on edge the whole night, and Adam fights the urge to laugh when Kenny says, “Jesus, what crawled up your ass.” Matt huffs and glares at Adam.

“Are you two in a fight?” Nick asks. “Because if you two are in a fight, I’ll be forced to kill you if we don’t win tonight. I don’t want to commit murder.”

“We’re not fighting,” Adam says, and his expression is apparently not blank enough because Nick groans.

“Jesus, you two,” but at least he’s laughing. “Don’t even tell me. Just,” he turns to Matt, “be normal for the match.”

“I am normal!”

“Are not.”

“Are too!”

“Okay,” Adam says, stepping between the two of them before they get each other riled up in the bad way. “Why don’t we all get back to the locker room and start getting ready, yeah?”

“I’ll see you three later,” Kenny says, eyes not leaving the screen next to Tony. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

It’s early to get ready, with Rampage just starting, but Adam would rather Nick and Matt be bitchy in private than to gather an audience.

“I don’t know why I got dragged in here,” Nick says, rolling his eyes.

“Because Matt’s bitchy and you were goading him,” Adam explains.

“Yeah, Nick –”

“Nope,” Adam says, shoving him into a chair. “Not on your side, baby.” He takes the moment to loom over Matt, who goes all giant eyed and soft. He adds the next sentence in a whisper. “Be good.”

Matt nods. “Okay.”

“I’d say teach me how to do that,” Nick says, flopping into a chair, “but I think that would be gross.”

Adam laughs. “No shit, Sherlock.”

They watch the rest of the show as they slowly pull their gear on. Nick is rambling about shoes while Matt stays extremely close to Adam.

“Matt, I’m not gonna fuck you until after the match,” Adam murmurs, disguising it with a kiss to Matt’s temple.

“Why not?”

“We have, like, twenty minutes before we have to be at gorilla.”

Matt gets this little smile on his face. “Well –”

“No!” Adam laughs. He falls onto the couch next to Matt and grabs him around the waist. “God, you’re the worst.”

“You both suck pretty bad right now,” says Nick, but he’s smiling down at his phone, so Adam thinks it’s not too bad. He resists the urge to ask if it’s Billy.

“I gotta go put on my gear,” Matt says, and he winks at Adam. When he gets his things out of his bag, Adam feels a shiver run up his spine when he spots a hint of neon pink. From where he’s bent over, Matt flashes him a grin that makes Adam rock hard in seconds.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and he realizes far later than he should have that, as much as this experiment messes with Matt, it’ll mess with him, too.

Adam thinks the universe is an absolute dickwad by sending Swerve out in the middle of his match with Matt. He’s able to focus when he gets flashes of pink, so slight and so infrequently he’s sure no one else can see it. But it powers him, and it focuses him, and it reminds him why he’s here.

He catches the pink in the corner of his eye right before he pins Cage.

“We did it!” Matt says, breathless and grinning, belt in his hands as he walks backstage. “We won!”

“We did,” Adam laughs, and he’s not doing the best job of staying in the moment, stuck on Swerve and what he might do next. “Holy shit, we did.”

“Hey,” Matt says firmly. “Focus on right now.” He raises his belt and bumps it with Adam’s, and it feels like a promise. “We did it.”

Nick barrels in. “Not to interrupt the love fest, but Hung Bucks champs for life!” He throws his arms around the both of them, and they stumble their way into a wall. Adam’s happy, the kind of soul expanding, deep, long term happy he only feels around Matt, around Nick, around his friends.

The way he used to feel around the Dark Order. But he’s going to listen to Matt. And he’ll focus on right now.

Still tangled with both Bucks, Adam pulls back a little and grins, locking eyes with Matt as he slides his hand down Matt’s back, just under the hem of his pants, and snaps the waistband of the panties.

Matt looks deliciously scandalized, the pink across his cheeks and the smile making it very clear where his mind went.

“Okay,” Nick laughs. “Let’s get backstage to the –”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Tony practically stomps over to them. “I need you two – not you, Adam, unless you want to, I guess – to help coordinate Ubers and Lyfts for some of the talent.”

Matt blinks. “Why?”

“Because it’s much later than we usually wrap up Rampage and it feels like, I don’t know, wrong to have everybody just try their best to find a ride back to the hotel when it’s past midnight.” He wrinkles his nose. “And I have to talk to the owner of this place about how, no, the blood isn’t going to bring a bad reputation to the place.” He gives Nick a look. “Unless you want to do the political work.”

“I will begin setting up Uber and Lyft rides as long as you never threaten me with politics again,” Nick says. “Come on you, two. Adam, you can talk on a phone, right?”

“Literally no,” Adam says. “Like, anxious millennial is my whole vibe.”

“Deal with it,” Nick says, and he grabs Adam and Matt by the wrists and yanks them over to a quieter space.

Adam makes so many phone calls. So many. Matt, next to him, is chattering away with a big smile, and the tiny hint of pink peeking out from the back of his pants is enough to make Adam’s brain fry.

They go on like this for twenty full minutes, call after call to coordinate between people. The worst is giving specific Uber and Lyft codes out to talent until they can barely read numbers, until Tony comes back from his meeting with a smile.

“You three,” he says, pointing to them, “are godsends. The owner of this place figured out what was happening and thought that we could use that to combat any blood related PR for the night, so no more worries about the way things look.” He exhales. “Go back to the locker rooms, get ready to go. They’re giving us an extra forty-five minutes to clean up and give you time to get yourselves together.”

“Great,” Adam says, blood suddenly no longer in his head. “Wonderful.”

“I’m heading back to the hotel now,” Nick says, typing on his phone. “I can shower there. I’m beat.”

Adam laughs, almost accidentally. “Come on, Matty, let’s go clean up.”

Nick goes with them to get his gear, and Adam’s so hard he’s getting dizzy. Matt can’t even know how the way he bends over flashes the tiniest hint of pink every time, how Adam can tell, through the pants, Matt’s in a thong that Adam bought for him. For some ungodly reason, Matt pulls on a tee shirt. A shirt. He’s covering up that perfect body more.

Adam feels like a dick, but he tries to silently will Nick to pack faster.

Matt yawns a little, stretching enough to reveal another flash of pink, and Adam snaps.

“Nick,” he says, voice sounding tight. “Need help packing?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Nick says. He throws his bag over his shoulder. “You guys wanna get Denny’s or something?”

Matt opens his mouth, but Adam barrels over him. “Nah, we’re good.” He shoots Matt a look that he hopes conveys ‘stop talking so I can fuck you into oblivion.’ “We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Nick narrows his eyes, studying Adam’s face, and Adam tries to stay as neutral as possible. “If you end up on the news tomorrow for whatever this,” he waves his hand, “energy is, I’m not bailing you out.”

“Deal,” Adam says. “Fine. See you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”

Nick’s still laughing as the door swings shut behind him.

“What is up with –”

Adam doesn’t give Matt the time to speak. He collides with Matt, grabbing at his shirt, ripping it at the hem at his haste to get it off.

“Mine,” he growls against Math’s mouth as he kisses him.

“Oh!” Matt yelps. “Oh, yes, love this.”

Adam shoves Matt against the wall, leaning in to suck a bruise into Matt’s neck, down his shoulder. Matt hums into it.

“I kind of liked that shirt,” he pants. “You ripped it.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He grabs at Matt’s thighs and lifts him. “Deal with it, baby, I’m gonna wreck a lot more.”

Matt lets out this delighted, high pitched little whine. “God, took you long enough.”

Adam drops Matt on the massage table, scrabbling at the waistband of Matt’s gear pants. He grabs Matt’s hand and pins it to he massage table when he tries to help, and Matt exhales.

“God, yes,” Matt exhales. “I love it when you get this way.”

“You in those fuckin’ panties,” Adam grumbles, roughly yanking Matt’s gear pants down. He lets go of Matt’s hand, needing an assist, and Matt reaches above his head to grab at the top of the table.

“Yeah?” Matt asks, lifting his hips so Adam can yank the pants down. “You like them a lot?”

“I can’t stand them,” Adam says, and he doesn’t even take the time to take the panties off. He leans in, mouths at Matt’s dick through the lace, and the whine that comes out of Matt is almost enough to make Adam come in his pants.

“Adam,” Matt gasps. “Oh – take ‘em off, now, I need you to fuck me immediately.”

Adam pulls back, grinning. “Did you just swear?”

Matt pushes up on his elbows. “Did you just stop?”

“Fair point.” Adam pulls back and locks his eyes on Matt as he walks back to the bags.

“Why are you leaving?” Matt asks, breathing so hard Adam can see the movement. “Come back.”

“Gotta get lube, baby,” Adam says, grinning. He slides his hand in his bag, and it’s right in the front pocket, in the ziplock one quart baggie that made the TSA agent blush. He flicks the bottle open with one thumb, and Matt drops back with a thud against the massage table.

Adam gets back to Matt and unbuckles his pants as fast as he can, his cock springing from his boxers when he shoves them down his hips. It’s almost a relief. He grabs Matt’s legs, yanking him half off the table.

“Yes,” Matt says. “Yes, now, anything.”

Adam laughs, and it sounds a little dark to his own ears. “Slow down baby, we gotta get you nice and open first.”

Matt whines, one of Adam’s favorite sounds, and throws his legs over Adam’s shoulders without another request. Adam presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “I gotta take these off first.”

“Okay,” Matt says, but Adam stops him before he moves his legs. Adam leans in and carefully grabs the band around Matt’s thighs with his teeth, dragging them down a thigh. It’s harder than he would have expected, but with a little help from his hands, the panties are gone. He shifts, ducking so he can yank them off and throw them somewhere in the room.

“You have no idea how hot that was,” Matt pants. “Get in me.”

“Hold on,” Adam laughs, turning to bite at the soft skin of Matt’s thigh. He drips lube on his fingers and watches, rapt, as he traces Matt’s hole for a second, listening to Matt’s pained whimpers.

“Adam, please.” He sounds like he’s near to tears. “I can’t wait any more. Please.”

Adam slides a finger inside of Matt, and it’s so easy, like he’s made to fit inside of Matt. Matt exhales and his body relaxes.

“Not enough,” he gasps, “but better.”

Adam grins as he works in another finger, Matt pleading for more as each twist of his fingers presses up against his prostate. With the third, Matt’s heels press into Adam’s shoulders so firmly Adam’s pretty sure there will be a mark.

“I’m ready, and you know it,” Matt bitches. “I want it now.”

Adam drops Matt down, grip iron on Matt’s thighs, until he’s at the right angle. Like this, he can pull Matt down on his dick, the leverage so perfect it feels impossible.

“Oh, god, yes,” Matt groans. “That’s – holy fuck.”

“Two fucks in one night,” Adam quips, finally clearheaded now that his dick is buried in Matt, “what a surprise.”

“I could go for two in one night,” Matt says, and he uses those obscene biceps and a grip on the table to fuck himself on Adam’s dick. “Back at the hotel?”

“Focus on getting railed right now, Matthew, Jesus,” Adam laughs, but he can’t stop smiling. It’s been years since they started doing this, months since they fell back together, and it’s still this good. He still can’t get enough of Matt’s attempts to keep a conversation going, of the way Matt yanks him down for a kiss, the way he’ll grab at Adam’s hand even when it’s impossible to hold hands.

“I love you,” Adam says, “just wanna make sure you know.”

“I know,” Matt says, eyes fluttering closed as Adam adjusts the pace and the angle. “I – know, Adam, I love you too. I wanna come soon, please?”

“You asking permission now?” Adam chuckles. “That something you might wanna try? Me saying no?”

“Not today, but yes,” Matt says. He’s got his teeth sunk down in that pretty pink lip of his, and Adam has to lean in and kiss it, just for the moment. He taps Matt’s leg to make sure he hooks it right around Adam’s waist, then moves his hand, still slick, to wrap around Matt’s cock. Matt whimpers when Adam keeps his grip lose and not quite what he wanted. He was tortured earlier with knowing all of this was covered in pretty pink. Matt can get a little teasing too. Only, he realizes, as he loosens his grip even further, now he’s thinking about those panties, and what Matt would look like in another pair, and his brain is flames again.

“Matt,” Adam laughs, a bit delirious, “fuck, I think this experiment backfired.”

“I disagree,” and he sounds far too put together. Adam picks up the pace of both his hand and his thrusts. “I – oh my god, right like that – think it proved that I look good in panties, right?”

“Yeah, of course you do. But I think it fucked with me more than it fucked with you.” He digs his fingers into Matt’s thighs, tightens his grip on Matt’s cock. “God, I want to be inside you all the time. Next time I’m fucking you with the panties on.”

“Yes,” Matt whines. “Yeah, get – get me all kinds of colors, rip ‘em off me.”

Adam isn’t used to feeling this, like he needs to fuck Matt and won’t settle until he does, like being hilt deep in the man is the only thing that will keep him stable. He may have accidentally edged himself, which he didn’t realize was possible to do. “Anything,” he growls in Matt’s ear, and he bites at Matt’s thigh. Matt gasps.

“If me in undies does this to you, I should have gotten some sooner,” Matt laughs breathlessly. But the laughter fades quickly as Adam fucks into him like his life depends on it. “I – just like – this is different – don’t you dare change anything or I’ll – yes!” Matt comes spectacularly, so emphatically it gets up on Adam’s chin, and it’s enough to make Adam’s head spin with how he’s the one who made this happen. He’s the one who gets to see Matt like this, who gets to fuck him, who gets to love him, who gets every perfect and messy piece of him.

When he comes, he wonders if he’s allow to start thinking about proposing again.

“Jesus,” Adam says, exhaling as he pushes Matt back up the massage table. He drops his elbows down on the massage table, dropping his forehead on Matt’s messy belly.

Matt laughs, hands sliding into Adam’s hair, gently stroking. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m glad we have our own room. Think how weird it would have been to do it in the locker room when anyone could walk in.”

Adam raises his head. “You say weird, but I think you mean hot.”

“Of course I mean hot, but I’m trying to be a normal person.”

“Nope,” Adam says, and he presses a kiss right above Matt’s belly button. “Not allowed to be normal. If you were normal, you wouldn’t be Matt.”

They kiss and touch and gently wash in their private shower. Adam shares his shampoo with Matt and tries not to think of how it’ll make Matt smell like him, how it’ll make everything that much more difficult for him to manage knowing Matt feels even more like his.

They stumble out of the showers naked, drying off together, and dress with the slowest hands and most wandering eyes.

Adam thinks they’re in the clear, for once. Most of the roster is long gone, Nick’s at the hotel. Tony’s probably packing up. They might have time to waste. He and Matt are giggling at each other, hands all over each other like they’re in high school behind bleachers, packing up their stuff, when the door swings open.

“Any of you EVP guys got a – the fuck is that?”

“Is what?” Matt asks, and his expression is so clearly feigning innocence that it’s almost embarrassing.

Mox laughs, nodding to the corner of the locker room by the showers. “I bet those are yours, Jackson. You always look so good in pink.”

Adam’s and Matt’s heads snap over to – yup. Matt’s panties are still in the corner.

“Oh,” Matt says, biting his lip. He looks over to Mox, and Adam can see the way he steels himself. “Yeah, they are. And I do look good in them. You’re right about something.”

Adam thinks his own astonishment is reflected by Mox’s face. “Oh,” Mox says. “Okay. Yeah, didn’t see you admitting to it so easily. Damn.” He scans Matt’s body, then his gaze flickers to Adam. “You ever want a third, you got my number.”

“What?” Adam asks. “I thought you hated me.”

Mox laughs so hard and for so long it gives Matt the time to grab the panties from the corner of the room and stuff them back in his venue bag. “Oh, dude, no.” He shakes his head. “You think I would put myself in the position to get my hands all over the two of you in matches because I hate you?” He chuckles, almost condescending. “Jesus, you’re stupid. I love it.”

“What did you even come in here for?” Matt asks, planting his hands on his hips. He’s got a that little blush back, high on his cheeks. Adam knows what that means.

“I figured one of you two would have a phone charger.” He wiggles a gigantic brick in his hand. “Only room in the building with a light still behind it.”

Matt scoffs. “I have a charger, but maybe not for something that ancient.”

“It’s got a lightning plug!”

Adam snorts. “Sounds like a butt plug brand.”

“That is not a butt plug brand,” Mox says, at the same time Matt goes, “I’d buy from them.”

Adam watches the two of them lock eyes, and that blush rises up Matt’s cheeks even deeper red. But, Adam notes, it’s matched by one on Mox’s cheeks. “Okay, well, if you two are done eye fucking, we can find you a charger.” Adam decides to keep the idea that just popped into his head safe for later, when he and Matt are alone.

“We weren’t – we didn’t –” Matt looks over at Adam, panicked, but settles at Adam’s grin.

“Yeah, we were, baby doll, and I think he liked it.” Mox winks at Matt, then Adam. “So. Where’s that charger?”

Mini Playlist:

Pink G-String - Scene Queen

Thong Song - Sisqo

Do Me - Kim Petras

3 - Britney Spears

#HangMatt #This is one of those fics where I really hope nobody in it or related to it ever sees it #WHOOPS #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #Matt Attrackson #anxious millennial dreamboat #angelkitty32001 #4500 words of pure filth #the matt experiments

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Say You Want Me (Don't Be Nice) - also on AO3

Matt's gone a little haywire with the experiments and has all but taken over Adam's "lab." Adam's not mean enough, so they bring in someone who can do the job.

Title from Unholy by Hey Violet. I uh. I don't know how this fic got so long either. It got a bit out of hand, but just be aware that Mox is consensually mean, Matt is horny, and Adam is fuck in love. Rated E for like sixteen reasons.

Matt yanks on Adam’s sleeve, which would be cute if it wasn’t the thirtieth time he’d done it in the past few seconds.

“Would you stop that?” Adam mutters. “I’ll talk to Mox. Keep your shit together until the meeting is over at least.”

“It’s not a meeting,” Matt corrects, getting all smarmy. “It’s a talent check in to make sure morale is up and everyone feels safe.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And it’s mandatory.”

“Mental health and community are not voluntary!”

Adam slides his hand under Matt’s shirt and pinches the skin of Matt’s waist.

Matt yelps and looks up at Adam with wide eyes. “Doing that is dangerous.”

“Why?” Adam asks, grinning.

Matt sighs, shuffling a little bit away from Adam. Still in reach, but it would be dangerously obvious. Adam thinks that might be intentional, Matt being his little exhibitionist self. “Because I like it too much,” he mutters.

Adam throws his arm around Matt’s shoulders and kisses the top of his head, grinning. It’s taken him a while to remember that this, all this, truly is his this time. No questions, no jumping between Japan and the US, no disappointment when they’re in different promotions for the week.

“Come here,” Adam says, and he spins Matt so he can lean down and kiss him for real.

Matt sighs, looping his hands around his waist. Somebody wolf whistles.

Adam feels a flick to the back of his head and pulls back. “The fuck?”

“Get off my brother,” Nick grumbles.

Adam opens his mouth, grinning, and Nick flicks him again. “No!” he says. “Stop it!”

“How was flirting with Billy?” Matt asks, tucking his hair behind his ear with a smug smile.

“Eff off,” Nick says with an eye roll, but he’s definitely smiling, just a little bit.

They mill around a little, checking in with everyone. But Adam notes that Matt is intentionally ignoring going over to the BCC.

“Are you embarrassed about that time you got recklessly horny?” Adam mutters into his ear. “That time I made you wait?”

Matt shakes his shoulders. “No.”

“Are you lying?” Adam can’t fight his grin.

Matt doesn’t answer, but he’s smiling a little. “He’s talking to Yuta,” he finally says. “And Yuta…”

“You really just want to bang the entirety of Blackpool Combat Club, don’t you,” Adam sighs.

Matt opens his mouth, then tilts his head. “Would you say no to any of them?”

“We are not talking about me,” Adam says. “Come on. Let’s go say hi.”

Adam has to sling an arm around Matt’s waist to keep him from being all shy about it, but they get over to the BCC’s little clique of sex freaks. The conversation stops immediately.

“What do you want?” Claudio asks, frowning.

“They’re good, Swiss, breathe,” Mox says, patting Claudio on what Adam can only assume are rock hard abs. “What’s up, princess?”

Matt squeaks, the grabs Adam’s hand.

“Jesus,” Adam says with an eye roll.

“We’re getting a snack,” Yuta says, wrapping a hand around Claudio’s and Bryan’s biceps and yanking them in the other direction. “And, like, out of here.”

Matt doesn’t get any more normal with the privacy. Adam’s about to make fun of him about it when Mox speaks.

“What’s the deal?” he asks, a little grin on his face. He nods to Matt. “Your boy’s all twitchy.”

Adam sighs. “Yeah, because he’s nervous.” Adam leans in a little. “He got real into that suggestion from a few weeks back.”

“This is very ‘saw you across the room and liked your look’ or whatever it is,” Mox says, but he runs his thumb along his bottom lip, so Adam thinks they’re in the clear.

Matt nods, then flicks his eyes up to Adam.

“Come on, Mox,” Adam sighs. “You gotta know what we’re here to ask.”

“Are you asking me to fuck your boyfriend?” Mox asks. He glances between Matt and Adam, like he’s waiting for a punchline.”

“Technically, he’s asking you to fuck him,” Adam says, pointing at Matt with his thumb over his shoulder. “He’s just too shy to do it.”

Matt shrugs.

“How can I be sure you’re not trying to get me alone so you could kill me?”

“What?” Adam asks. “Dude. If I’d ever wanted to kill you, it would’a happened in the ring. Do you think I’m gonna shoot you or something?”

Mox shrugs, chomping on his gum. “I dunno, man. You southern boys. Never know when you’re packing.”

Matt snickers.

“That wasn’t a dick joke, Jackson. Keep it in your fuckin’ pants,” Mox snaps. But he’s smiling, and Matt’s pink, and Adam thinks this is going better than he could have planned. “But, sure. I’ll fuck that smile off his face.”

Matt makes a little yelp in the corner.

“What?” Mox asks. “Not what you want?” He turns to Adam, a bit bewildered. “Help me here, Cowboy, I thought he wanted me to fuck him up.”

“I do!” Matt says. “I – I do.” He takes a breath like he’s trying to steady himself. “I, um. I want you to be, like, really mean.”

Mox blinks, then flickers over to Adam.

“Don’t look at me,” Adam says, hands in the air. “I try to be mean but apparently I suck at it.”

“Yeah, because you love me,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.

“You make it sounds like that’s a bad thing,” Adam says, and he’s not able to hide his frown.

“No, it’s good!” Matt assures. “But I want Mox to be mean to me.” He bats his eyelashes toward Mox, turning on all his charm. “You can barely stand me.”

Mox opens his mouth then closes it. “Son of a bitch, you’ve got a point.”

“So, Mox will be mean to me,” Matt says, lighting up. “Like, real mean. Then Adam can step in and be cute and nice.”

“What he’s trying to say is he wants you to fuck him and not let him come,” Adam clarifies.

“I wish I had a moral compass,” Mox says, his smile more of a show of teeth. “Oh, Young Buck.” He flickers a glance over at Adam who nods once. Mox crowds into Matt’s space until he’s pressed up against the wall. Even from a few feet away, Adam can see Matt’s breathing hitch. “I’m gonna wreck you.”

Matt’s exhale is slow and measured as he glances up to Mox’s face. “Okay,” he sighs.

Mox steps back. “We gotta talk more when Fuck Me Barbie over here isn’t pitching a tent in his pants at a work event.”

Adam snorts. “Come on, Mox. You know as well as almost anybody here that that’s not new.”

Mox laughs, and Adam pretends he’s not into it. “Yeah, that’s fair. I ever tell you about the time me and Bryan got caught in the venue gym?”

Adam shakes his head. “No. No, you have not.” He’s about to ask for details when Tony claps his hands and announces they’re all free to go.

“I’ll check in with the two of you,” he chucks Matt under the chin, “later.” He winks at Adam, who rolls his eyes in response.

Once they’re back in the Elite locker room, Matt grabs Adam’s hand and yanks him toward the bathroom.

“I need a dick somewhere in me before I explode,” he says, so serious Adam has to fight from laughing. “Right now.”

“Yeah, I know,” Adam says, undoing his belt. “That one conversation hit, like, sixty percent of your kinks in about three seconds.”

Matt’s not doing a good job of looking or acting normal, as he’s licking his lips while Adam unbuttons his pants.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Matt says, dropping to his knees. He blinks up at Adam. “If that’s okay?”

“Jesus,” Adam says, leaning back against the door so it shuts. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me.”

Matt’s energy is off the walls when they get into Starbucks the next Saturday morning. He’s too wired already from excitement, so Adam covertly orders a decaf and shoves it in his hands before he can see the label.

“He’s going to come, right?” Matt asks, brow furrowed as he sucks down the hot coffee. Adam briefly wonders if his entire mouth is burned scar tissue with how fast he chugs. “He’s not going to bail?”

Adam slides into a chair against the wall, something that may have been a booth space prior to a redesign, and pulls out the one next to him. Matt sits, still frowning. “If he does, I’ll take care of you nice and good tonight.” He pulls Matt in and kisses his temple. “Don’t worry, baby.”

Matt wiggles in his seat, pouting like a monster. “Yeah, but you’re not mean.” He slumps, dropping his chin in his hands as he rests his elbows on the table. “I want mean.”

Adam rubs his back, because he really doesn’t know what else to do. “He’ll be here,” he murmurs. “If he stands you up, I’ll kill him. Simple as that.”

They don’t have to worry much longer – in the middle of another giant swig of coffee from Matt, Mox walks in, hips first, and Adam is surprised at how excited he is to see him.

“Mox!” Matt says, waving his arm.

“I can see you, princess,” Mox laughs. “Gimme a sec.” He gets to the counter for his coffee, and Matt is bouncing.

“Yeah, you’re not desperate for it at all,” Adam says with a grin.

“Shut up,” Matt grumbles. “This is your fault.”

“What – how?!”

Before their bickering can really escalate, though, Mox is throwing himself into the chair across from them.

“Hey, douchebags.” He sips his coffee. “So. Talk to me.”

They go over everything. Matt talks a mile a minute, lining up every single thing he’s been thinking about. Adam has to squeeze his thigh from time to time when his volume escalates, because the phrase, “Use me like a fleshlight,” really doesn’t need to be heard by random Starbucks customers on their morning commute.

“Condoms?” Mox asks, leaning back and sipping his coffee. It’s how he’s been rolling with this the whole time – single word questions, leading to a novel’s worth of response from Matt.

Matt glances up at Adam.

“It’s all up to you, baby,” he says. “I seem to remember a specific part of your plan involving a lack of condom.”

“Is – are you okay with that?” Matt asks. “I don’t know if – I don’t want you to feel…”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You want me to say I’m into it, don’t you.”

Matt shrugs. “I mean, yeah.”

“What, exactly, is this part?”

Matt, unsurprisingly, lines it up for Mox and Adam, the specific details enough to make Adam blush. Mox’s eyebrows raise, the first indication the whole morning that he’s surprised by something.

“Alright then,” he says, a little laughter behind his tone. “No condoms.”

“And, Adam?” Matt asks. He blinks.

“Yeah, I – I’m more into it than I want to admit.” He tries to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Definitely here for that idea.”

The conversation shifts a little, going over the matches for the night, and Adam finds it strangely easy. Mox is funny, which he knew, but he’s insightful and clever in ways Adam didn’t expect from a guy who likes to bleed so much.

He’s mid-sentence when his phone, an ancient brick of a thing, buzzes. “Aw, fuck.” He sighs. “That’s Tony. He wants me to go over a match with some of the younger kids. Billie specifically requested me.” His smile is proud, almost parental, and Adam is kind of sick of being surprised by Jon Moxley. “I’ll see you boys at the venue.” He nods at Adam and winks over at Matt. “Don’t get yourself too worked up there, Matt. Good toys wait until they’re told.”

“Oh my god,” Matt says, and he’s bright red in seconds.

Adam laughs so hard he cries.

Like always, Matt is glued to Adam the whole night. They don’t have any matches or runins, just backstage work, so at least this time it’s tolerable to have a little koala attached to his sides.

“Adam,” Matt whines. “How much longer?”

“Mox has a thing with the BCC at the end of the night,” Adam mumbles. “And quiet down, okay? I don’t want people knowing our business.”

Kenny looks up at them. “Really. You’re – that’s what you’re going with, two weeks removed from me walking in on the two of you going at it in our bathroom.”

Matt shrugs and tosses his hair over his shoulders. “That’s rather hoity toity from a guy who was caught on film getting railed by Kota at WrestleDream.”

Adam does a literal spit take, spewing his seltzer everywhere. “And you didn’t share this with me because…?!”

“He swore me to secrecy, but all bets are off now.” Matt tilts his head, at the highest level of bitchiness Adam’s seen him, and Adam laughs.

“Fuck off,” Kenny says, blushing bright pink. “We hadn’t seen each other in days, okay?”

“You’re just lucky I caught that video and not Tony,” Matt replies. He sighs, beaming. “I’m such a good friend.”

Adam snorts. “And humble.”

Matt throws his empty water bottle at Adam, and then Kenny yells at them for being in the way, and it takes Nick smacking them both upside the head for them to keep everything under control.

“And people think I’m the weird one,” Nick says shaking his head.

It’s finally time to get back to the hotel, and Adam can feel the excitement coming off of Matt in waves as they leave the venue.

“He’s gonna show up, right?” Matt asks. Adam stopped keeping count of how many times he’d asked about two hours ago.

“Okay, from now on?” Adam says, pulling open the door to the rental car. “Every time you ask, that’s another minute you have to wait before I let you –”

“Shutting up now,” Matt mutters, but he slides into the passenger seat with flushed cheeks and a smile.

Matt spends thirty minutes in the shower while Adam’s reading up on some current events, and he can hear the shower shut off when there’s a knock on the door.

“Babe,” Adam calls, “I think Mox is here.”

“Tell him to wait!” Matt half shrieks, but Adam goes to open the door anyway.

He’s annoyed at how good Mox looks as he opens the door, casual and cozy in a BCC longsleeve shirt and a pair of sinfully tight jeans.

“Hey,” Adam says, pretending to be cool about this.

Mox nods. “Where’s the princess?”

“Matt’s in the shower,” Adam says, stepping to the side. “C’mon in. We got some of those athletic brew cans in the fridge, if you want some.”

“I’m good,” Mox says. He throws himself into the chair across the room. “Think I should hide and jump out to scare Matt or something?”

Adam scoffs, with the sudden urge to pull his hoodie off over his head. He does it before thinking about it, and tosses it to the side to see Mox staring at him. “No. That might give him a fear boner, and I don’t want to have to dress up like Freddy Krueger or anything to get him off.”

Mox’s laugh is a little faint. “Yeah, I get that.” He licks his lips. “So, I know we talked a lot about what Matt wants, but is there anything you’re looking forward to?”

Adam shrugs. “I like seeing Matt get what he wants, you know?”

“Jesus, you two are sickening.” He grins, shaking his head. “Get over here. I got an idea that’ll give all three of us a little fun.”

Adam’s hesitant at first, but he walks over to Mox only to get yanked down into his lap.

“This chair is kinda small for this,” Adam says, and he doesn’t know why.

“Breathe,” Mox says. “You’re allowed to have a little fun, too.”

Adam nods, and leans in. Mox tugs the elastic out of Adam’s hair as he pulls him in, kissing Adam with an intention that couldn’t have been predicted. Adam gives back, deepening the kiss, a hand on the side of Mox’s neck. It’s good. He hasn’t kissed somebody his size in a while, hasn’t kissed somebody without long flowy hair, hasn’t kissed anybody not Matt in long enough that he almost forgets how to do it.

It's not until he hears a cleared through that he pulls back. Mox’s fingertips had found their way into the waistband of Adam’s sweats at some point, and he misses the heat of them as he turns.

“Hey!” he says. “Mox is here.”

Matt’s eyes gleam with excitement as he bites back a grin. “I can see that.” He licks his lips. “You two can keep going.” He sits down primly on the bed.

“Nah,” Mox says, patting Adam on the ass. “We got a plan, right?”

Adam sighs, but he swings a leg off. “He’s got a point, Matty. You want mean, right?”

Matt nods. “Are – we starting?”

“Just want to go over everything first,” Mox says. He looks disturbingly comfortable but, more importantly, disturbingly in place in their hotel room, legs splayed and hands behind his head.

“Matt?” Adam asks. “Anything new? Questions?”

Matt shakes his head. “Everything’s the same.” He looks over at Mox. “You’re – you’re going to be super mean.” He shivers. “As mean as you can get, and then Adam will be…Adam.”

Adam sighs. “You’re ruining my attempts at looking like a badass by making my name synonymous with nice, baby.”

Matt shrugs. “Then be meaner.” He sits on the bed and drops the towel to the floor, and Adam’s struck momentarily brainless at the sight of Matt, wet and shining and oh so perfect.

“I think I screwed myself,” Adam laughs. “I gotta wait to touch you when you look like that.”

Mox throws him a grin and stands, pushing Adam into the chair. “Enjoy the show, Cowboy.” He pulls his hoodie off over his head as he walks up to Matt. “Gonna kiss you now, normal, okay?” He flicks his eyes at Adam. “Give you a taste.”

Matt nods, and then Mox’s hand is threaded through his still damp hair, angling his head to kiss him. Adam’s hard as a rock in seconds, the sight of the two of them more than he’d been expecting to feel. He squirms in the chair, too hot and too worked up. He pulls his shirt off over his head. It doesn’t help.

The kiss lasts for ages, but he does notice that Matt’s not doing the little sigh he always does with Adam. He lets himself feel a bit smug about that.

Mox pulls back and presses another, sweet kiss to Matt’s lips. “You good?” Mox asks Matt, then turns to Adam. “Everybody good? This is happening?”

Matt nods. “Yes. Good. I’m good.”

Adam and Mox snort at the same time.

“Okay, I know why I’m being a prick about it,” Mox says, “but Adam, you’re supposed to be the nice one.”

“Sometimes being nice is admitting when your boyfriend is a bit of a bitch,” Adam says. He shrugs, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs. “It’s part of his charm.”

Matt tosses his hair over his shoulder. “That’s what I always say.” He takes a deep breath then levels Mox with the kind of boo boo eyes that usually send Adam ass deep into an eBay battle over shoes.

Mox scoffs. “Jesus. You think those eyes’ll work to get you off?” There’s a glint behind his smile Adam hasn’t seen since their death match. “Nah, princess.” He grabs Matt by the jaw and pulls. Matt has no option but to turn to him. Before Mox pushes him onto the bed, though, the two of them turn to Adam, a silent checkin.

Adam nods once, winking at Matt. He smiles back.

Mox throws Matt on the bed. “You really want it so bad you’re good with not coming?” Matt nods fervently. “Jesus.” He glances over at Adam, who picks up the hint.

“Yeah,” Adam sighs. “He’s a lot to handle. So desperate all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I should rent him out to get it out of his system.” He nods over to Mox. “Kinda a pilot for that idea.”

Matt makes the kind of sound that goes straight to Adam’s dick, a whine that bodes incredibly well for all three of them. His head drops to the side, eyes on Adam for the briefest of seconds. Mox grabs his face and turns him to look into Mox’s blue eyes. “You look at me, princess. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

Adam fights a snicker at the way Matt’s entire body shivers then goes limp.

“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” Matt asks, blinking up.

“Whatever I want,” Mox growls.

Adam has the impulse to make Mox say it clearly, to make sure they all hear it. But then he remembers the conversation in Starbucks. Everybody in here knows everybody’s safe word. Everybody in here knows when too far is too far, and how to say so.

So he stays silent and watches.

“Okay,” Matt whimpers. “I – okay.”

Mox pins him to the bed by the neck, his other hand at Matt’s hip. “You gonna be good?” he asks. “You gonna do what you’re told and take it like a good little toy?”

Matt nods. “I – whatever you want.” He drops his hands, palm down, on the bed. Adam thinks he’s trying to prove he’s not going to do anything he’s not allowed to, which is almost impressive. “Adam’s okay with anything.”

Adam’s not, is the thing, but they already went over that. So Adam holds back the response, the possessive beast inside of him

Matt bites his lip, then glances over at Adam. “Adam, I, um.” He flames bright red.

“Nah,” Mox says. He grabs Matt’s jaw. “You talk to me.”

Matt nods, chest heaving. “I – okay, don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” Mox asks. “The fuck did you do?”

Matt bites his lip. “Look.” He rolls over and presents his ass up, and Mox’s jaw drops. Adam knows Mox well enough to know that’s not fake surprise, not an act. He shakes his head a little, then the cruel smile comes back.

“Fucking whore,” Mox laughs. “Opened yourself up in the shower while your goddamned boyfriend waited outside without knowing?” He smacks Matt’s ass, then palms it, earning a whine from Matt. Adam palms his own dick. He’s been the recipient of that particular surprise before, and it never gets old. “Opened yourself up on your own fingers. Bet it wasn’t as good as a dick, huh?”

“Wasn’t,” Matt mumbles, face turned to lock eyes with Adam. “Wanted – wanted Adam, but I knew I had to wait.”

“Look at you,” Mox says, and he catches the lube Adam tosses to him. He drips lube over his fingers and Matt’s ass, and shoves two in without much resistance. Matt moans, eyes fluttering shut in a smile. “Couldn’t fucking wait. Desperate hole, that’s all you are.” He pumps in and out a few times, enough to stretch Matt, and Adam knows another finger would do him good. But he says nothing.

Somehow, he trusts Mox.

“Yeah,” Mox says, voice a little thick. He traces another finger around Matt’s rim, then plunges it in. “God, you take it so good. Pretty little thing.” He glances over at Adam. “Should have invited me to use him sooner, Cowboy. Clearly he can’t get enough.”

Matt whimpers, pushing back against Mox.

“You can fuck him now,” Adam says, gripping his own cock through his sweatpants. He knows he needs to keep his shit together, can’t lose it now. But god, is it hard. “Give it to him good.” He locks eyes with Matt. “Use him like a fleshlight.”

Matt giggles, but it slowly turns into a desperate moan as Mox twists his fingers and pulls them out to slick up his cock. He shoves his jeans down his hips gracelessly, and kicks them somewhere in the room. He slicks up his cock, head tilted back. Adam swallows. Hard.

“Matt?” Mox asks, tone different.

“Get in me,” Matt demands, trademark bitchiness shifting the scene. He shuffles his hips back as he locks eyes with Adam. “F-fuck me up.”

Adam’s eyes shoot up at the swear coming from Matt’s lips, but he doesn’t have enough time to be shocked. Mox laughs darkly. “Gonna fuck you so you’re used up,” Mox growls, shoving his dick into Matt so insistently it looks like it has to hurt, but Matt’s got this transcendent little half smile on his face. “Little fuck toy, you’re not worth much else, are you?” He pounds in, nails gripping into Matt’s hip as Matt’s eyes roll back and his mouth goes slack. “Good for a hole. Should leave you here, let the whole roster have a go. Maybe then you’ll stop being such a slut.” He puts his hand on the back of Matt’s neck and shoves him into the pillows.

Adam flashes his eyes toward Mox when Matt doesn’t respond, when he bites his lip. Mox freezes, and then Matt says, “All the way in green, Adam.” Mox lets up for a second so Matt can turn to Adam. “I’m good. If you’re not, we can -”

Adam relaxes back into the chair. “No, I’m good,” he exhales. “I – just needed to know you are.”

Mox loses his attitude for a second, the persona, and shoots Adam the gentlest smile he thinks Mox is capable of. “I promise, man. Nothing other than what we talked about, and nothing other than what he wants.”

Adam nods. But he folds more up into his chair than before.

“Good?” Matt asks Mox, then looks to Adam.

Adam gives a thumbs up and Mox nods.

Mox snaps back into it immediately, something that should be startling. But it helps. It reminds Adam this is all an act.

Matt slides his hand down to his dick and Mox bats it away, pinning it up near Matt’s ear. “Toys don’t get to touch their dicks,” Mox growls. “Shut up, stay there, and take it, and maybe I let your Cowboy come back over afterward.”

“Okay,” Matt pants. “You – whatever you want.”

Mox’s grin is all teeth, no praise and all satisfaction. “Good little toy.”

Matt’s whimper is delighted enough for Adam to relax all the way back into the chair as Mox fucks him without mercy. He leans his mouth down against Matt’s neck and does something that makes Matt cry out.

“Shut up,” Mox says, and Adam thinks he sees a flash of teeth as he bites at Matt’s neck. Matt’s eyes roll back up into his head and his hips buck. “Gonna come inside you,” Mox murmurs, rhythm getting a little erratic. “Gonna fill you up, maybe then you can ask your boy to get you off.” He laughs a little cruel. “Use my come leaking out of you as lube. Save a little money.”

“Please,” Matt gasps as Mox picks up the pace. His hands have moved to Matt’s hips, an iron grip as he plants his feet firmly on the ground and fucks into Matt.

“Toys don’t talk,” Mox snaps. He shifts back, yanking Matt back on his dick, and Matt lets out a desperate, aching whine. His hands twitch like he’s about to reach for his dick but he fists them in the sheets instead.

“Good boy,” Adam murmurs from the side.

Mox scoffs. “Good boy.” He shakes his head as he fucks harder, the grip on Matt’s thigh immovable. “Yeah right. Only way this bitch could be good is if you tied him up and put a gag in his mouth.”

Adam’s eyebrows raise, and he’s ready to pounce before he remembers this is the whole damned point.

Matt nods. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe if you – yeah, you could do that.”

Mox laughs and shakes his head. “Little slut’ll do anything to get railed.” He grunts a few times, intent written in the furrow of his brow, and straight up growls as he comes, hips pressed flush against Matt’s ass.

Matt mewls, and Mox catches his hands become he can reach for his dick. “Not,” Mox grunts, “done.” He rolls his hips through the last of it all, eyes fluttering closed, and Adam is struck with the thought that Mox is pretty, too. Just in a different way.

Then, quick as he’d pushed in, Mox pulls out and lets go of Matt, letting him drop to the mattress.

“All yours,” he says with his usual swagger, but Adam notes the mild shake in his legs. They trade spaces as Adam walks over to Matt. Gently, he turns Matt over to his back.

“Oh, baby,” Adam says, as sweetly as he can. “Look at you.”

“Adam,” Matt sobs. “Adam, please.” There’s tears on his cheeks, but he’s still kind of smiling. “I want – I need to –”

“Shh.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “You look beautiful. Are you okay?”

“I’m – I need –”

“You will.” Adam kisses him deep, long enough to get Matt whimpering, then runs his fingers through the mess around Matt’s hole. He slides two fingers in smoothly, no resistance. “Oh, Matty. He made such a mess of you.”

Matt’s mouth is open, a throaty sound coming out of him. “Y-yeah,” he whines. “Adam, please don’t make me wait.”

Adam, who’s been hard since this all started and is probably about to lose it, doesn’t plan to. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks, twisting his fingers inside of Matt.

“Yes,” Matt sobs. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Adam pulls his fingers out to slick up his cock with – Jesus Christ – Mox’s come.

“You’re treating him too good, Cowboy,” Mox calls from the balcony. Matt and Adam glance over at him, where he’s smoking a cigarette and watching them intently.

“He deserves it,” Adam says gently. He pushes into Matt slowly. “You take it so well. So pretty when I’m fucking you.”

“Can I…?” Matt reaches toward his cock.

“I got it, baby,” Adam says, and he takes his already slick hand and wraps it around Matt. The sound that comes out of him is gorgeous, something Adam wants to save in his memory for the rest of his life, and Adam can’t help himself from fucking into Matt desperately.

“Oh, thank god,” Matt whimpers. His hips work in weak little circles, so Adam does it for him, jerking Matt’s cock with the same pace as his thrusts, until Matt is panting his name, open mouthed.

“Love you,” Adam says, because he never can resist. “Fucking Christ, Matty, I love you so – god.”

Like a stupid movie, the two of them come at the same time, each other’s names on their lips.

Adam slumps down, pressing his forehead to Matt’s. “Oh, my god,” he mumbles. “Shit. You looked so fucking pretty, baby.”

Matt giggles. “That was awesome. You should have seen your face a few times.” He shivers. “I’ve never seen you look at me that way.”

Adam pulls back. “What way?”

Matt bites his lip. “Like you owned me and wanted to prove it.”

“He’s right,” Mox calls. “It was pretty hot.”

Adam laughs and pulls out of Matt, slowly. “We’re gonna have to burn these sheets.”

“Worth it,” Matt says. He glances over to Mox. “Thanks, Mox. You – that was perfect.”

Mox nods. “I don’t want to say any time, but…” He shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Adam peppers some kisses across Matt’s face and brushes away the last lingering tears. “He made you cry,” he chuckles. “Should kick his ass for that.”

“Not when I asked him to do it.”

There’s a little silence as Adam and Matt catch their breath.

“You guys want water?” Mox asks, flicking his cigarette and stomping it out. “Everybody okay?”

“This is the best day of my life,” Matt says, eyes staring up at the ceiling. His smile is almost absent, like it’s automatic and he doesn’t know it’s there. “Mox, you’re allowed to fuck me mean whenever you want.”

“Hey!” Adam laughs, poking Matt’s side.

“Whenever he wants, too,” Matt adds. “Open invitation.”

“Okay, well,” Adam says, splaying a hand across Matt’s abs. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Matt’s entire body shivers. “You can’t say things like that without warning.” He’s breathless, and Adam looks down to see his dick make the tiniest twitch.

Adam throws his head back against the pillows and laughs. “That renting you out thing was a spur of the moment, but sure. We could play that game.”

Matt giggles and rolls over, pressing his face into Adam’s chest. Adam locks eyes with Mox, who walks over and sits on the bed. He’s got distance between himself and Adam’s leg, like he’s not sure if he can touch. Like he’s not sure his role.

“Mox, you want to cuddle?” Adam asks. He shoves Matt over and pats the bed next to him. “Come on over.”

“I mean, if you want to,” Mox grumbles, but Adam doesn’t miss the relief in his eyes. He expects Mox to yank him in, but instead he mirrors Matt, dropping his head to Adam’s chest.

All three of them are sticky, sweaty, and blissed out. Adam’s pretty sure he’d fall asleep if it weren’t for the way Matt’s fingers tap on his stomach.

“What’re you doing?” Mox asks, poking at Matt’s fingers. He looks up at Adam. “Why’s he playing piano on you?”

“Just a thing he does,” Adam replies. He buries his face in Matt’s hair, breathing in. “You’re just as fidgety as he is. Usually with, like, barbed wire or something though.”

Mox laughs. “You’re right.” He rolls over a little, grabbing water bottles. “Drink.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam mumbles, but he takes it anyway. “That’s what you do to him.”

Matt mumbles something in affirmation, taking the bottle and downing it in a few long gulps.

“Jesus, dude, slow down,” Mox says.

“He guzzles everything like that,” Adam says, rolling his eyes.

Mox snickers. “Everything?”

“That wasn’t a sex joke!” Adam says.

It’s almost too comfortable, the three of them. They chat and drink water, shuffling and adjusting in the bed, until Mox starts yawning.

“I gotta get back to my own room,” he says, finishing off his bottle of water. “Yoots’ll start texting me panicked.”

“Y’all share a room?” Adam asks.

Mox nods. “Sort of. All of BCC has one of those connected suites, you know?” He grins, a little sharkish. “In case anybody needs cuddles in the middle of the night.”

“I understand that,” Matt mumbles, face squished into Adam’s chest. He lifts his head up. “Hey, um. Can I kiss you?”

Adam looks over at Mox, who blinks. “Really?”

Matt nods. “I mean, we didn’t kiss for real or anything.” He turns on the eyes, but this time. This time, it seems to work.

Matt leans over and kisses Mox across Adam’s body, which is interesting in a way Adam wants to explore in the future. They pull apart.

“You want one too, Cowboy?” Mox asks, rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb.

Adam leans in, and the kiss is…too good. Mox is gentler than he’d expected, almost sweet, letting him take the lead of where it goes. When he pulls back, his eyes are soft.

“Well,” he says, shaking his head a little as he stands up. “That was fuckin’ rad. Call me if you ever want to do it again.” He blows a kiss at Matt, winks at Adam, and pulls his clothes on.

“We will!” Matt says, and it’s eager. It’s almost too eager. Adam kisses his forehead.

“You want a shower or anything?” Adam says, thumbing toward the bathroom.

“Nah. Got worse stuff on my clothes. I can shower back at mine.” He slides on his boots. “You two have my number.”

And the door closes behind him.

“Adam,” Matt says, drawing out the syllables. “Adam, that was amazing.”

“I could tell you liked it.” Adam sits up, and Matt flops into the space where he’d been laying. “Get up, baby, we gotta go shower.”

“Don’t wanna,” comes Matt’s muffled voice. “I wanna live in this moment forever.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a song lyric.” Adam wraps his arms around Matt’s waist and hauls him up, dropping him on the floor. Matt looks up with him with a high level pout.

“Mean,” he says. He’s still smiling, though. “Fine, though. Shower.”

Adam gently cleans Matt all over, his hair, his body. Matt whimpers, in a decidedly not pained way, when Adam rinses off his hole.

“No, baby,” Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to Matt’s shoulder. “Not again. You need to rest.”

“But –”

“Nope,” Adam says, rinsing him off one more time. “We’re going to sleep. It’s late.”

Matt sighs, long suffering. “Okay.” He steps out of the shower to give Adam a chance to rinse out his hair.

Matt’s staring in the mirror, pouting, when Adam leaves the shower.

“What’s up?” he asks, arms around Matt’s waist. “You okay? No freakouts?”

Matt shakes his head and angles his neck.

“Holy fuck,” Adam laughs, leaning down to kiss the blooming blue-purple bruise. Matt whines, but doesn’t pull away. “He really did a number on you, baby.”

“I know!” Matt says. He turns around and presses his face to Adam’s chest. “I have a problem, though. I think I wanna do it again.”

“Oh?” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “You do, huh?”

Matt nods, still speaking into Adam’s skin. He’d mention that this is akin to motorboating, but he’s not sure now’s the time for jokes. “I have another thing I want to try.” He pulls back, turning on the ultimate boo boo eyes. “And, um. I want to ask Mox.”

“Sure,” Adam says. “Of course. I’d like to be there, though.”

“Oh,” Matt says, grin so sinful it makes Adam want to apologize to somebody, “you’d have to be there.”

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I'm Sure I Can Pretend to Be a Gentleman - also on AO3

Matt decides he wants to try the roleplay thing, and Adam's willing to give it a shot.

Title from Inside of You by Hoobastank. Note: The roleplay concept in this fic is that they are two wrestlers trying to get the same new position in the company. Everything is consensual and there are no power dynamics at play.

“I think it’s time for the role play idea,” Matt says, putting the dishes away. They’re in the wrong place, but Adam will let that slide because he’s got a decent view of Matt’s butt like this.

“What role play?” Adam asks. He hangs up the mop. “Also, I like how putting away dishes is what reminds you of that. Are you ever not thinking of sex?”

“Occasionally,” Matt says. He slides the mixing bowl into the shelf on his tiptoes, and, truly, it’s an even better view. “But we have that Dynamite coming up in a new venue, and I think we’ll have to find an empty, unused conference room.” He turns around an blows hair out of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re out of your mind,” Adam sighs. “Get over here. I love you so much.”

Matt grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist. “But,” he pulls back, like they haven’t stopped talking, “the idea is, basically, we’re two wrestlers who both want the job and we’re waiting in the conference room to get the interview.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We’re competition. We’re not supposed to like each other, but we do.”

“Isn’t that just how, like, half of how wrestling relationships start?”

Matt shrugs. “Maybe. Hey, can you help me with that box of plates?” He nods over to the living room, which is still doubling as storage for an obscene amount of kitchenware shipped from Matt’s. The new couch looks nice in the living room, but Matt’s been antsy about the extra clutter. “Maybe bend over a little and wiggle your butt while you do it?”

“You,” Adam says, sure to yank his shirt up a little before leaning over and making a show of it, “are fucking shameless.”

“Sorry,” Matt calls, “can’t hear you over the sound of your butt looking great in those jeans.”

“Thank you again for going early to the venue.” Adam can hear Tony on the phone from where he’s pulling on his street clothes. It’s still sunrise orange outside as they get ready, hours before they usually dress to go to the venue, but the anticipation is better than caffeine. “All you have to do is scope it out, guide the staff to set up the locker rooms. Maybe mingle with some of the venue-specific crew to see if there’s anything we can do to make things go more smoothly, since it’s a new place.”

“Of course, Tony,” Matt says, his annoying professional voice turned up to eleven, “you can always count on us to make good use of our extra time at the venue.” He winks at Adam, and Adam thinks there has never been anyone less subtle.

“You’re lucky that was a call and not a FaceTime,” Adam says once Matt’s hung up. He slings his gym bag over his shoulder, heavier than usual. “You were so obvious.”

“Was not!” Matt says. “I was professional. A dedicated EVP, you could say.”

“Dedicated to getting railed, maybe.”

Matt rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss Adam, his hair still damp. “Let’s get coffee and then head over. They’ll let us in when we get there, if we ask for Maritza, and then we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“And we have to make sure we do what Tony asked us to do,” Adam says. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Hopefully the suit doesn’t get to wrinkled in there.

Matt rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, we have plenty of time to do everything we want to do.” He looks Adam up and down. “It’s so annoying you look that good with a mustache.”

“I could say the same about your dumb goatee,” Adam says. “And yet here I am, still planning to fuck you stupid.” Sighing, he wraps an arm around Matt’s waist and hauls him in to kiss him, blazing and fierce.

The venue is unique, smaller than others but a maze of rooms to navigate. Maritza is a delightful woman with the personality of a lightning bolt, speaking at speeds Adam can hardly keep up with. Matt’s firing back with equal pace though as they sip their identical coffees, and Adam wonders if they’ll stop talking long enough for Adam and Matt to pull off the reason they’re actually here.

He’s mid yawn, halfway through his coffee, when Maritza sighs. “Well, I’ll have to be at the box office the rest of the morning.” She claps her hands together and sends her electric smile to both of them. “You two call me if you need anything.”

“We will,” Matt says, and he’s so sugar-sweet it’s ridiculous. “Thank you so much for the opportunity to come in early, Maritza. We really appreciate it.”

She beams. “We appreciate the help.” She waves as she walks away, and Matt’s excitement is hard to place.

“Are you all pink because you’re excited to do corporate stuff, or because of our plan?”

Matt shrugs and glances up and down the hallway, then pulls Adam in for the kind of kiss that makes him understand poetry a little better. When Matt leans back, Adam’s brain has flown south for the winter along with all the blood in his body.

“I’m good to start,” Adam says. “If, uh, you still want to.”

Matt scoffs. “If. Sure. Like there’s ever anything but a yes in that.” He raises an eyebrow. “But, also, because, like, that whole thing where you get to –”

“Focus on one new thing at a time, baby,” Adam murmurs. He pulls Matt in and kisses his forehead. “Looks like the rest of the place is empty. We start now, we got, like, hours before anybody else gets here.”

Matt nods, burying his face in Adam’s chest. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I start in the room.”

Adam nods. “But first we have to get all dressed up.”

He’d gotten a brand new suit for this whole thing, dark grey and bespoke, and he can feel Matt’s eyes on him the whole time.

“You like it?” Adam asks, spinning. “Got it new and tailored for this.”

Matt nods, looking delectable in his own navy suit. “I – okay. Go wait outside and count to four.”

“To four?”

“Ten. Five. Whatever. My brain isn’t working right now.” Matt shakes his head and Adam wants to do nothing more but pull him in and screw the roleplay, but he knows Matt really wants it.

He steps out the door and counts to four, then to ten, then to five, and knocks. “This where we go to wait for the interviews?” he asks. He nods to Matt. “I think I know you. You’re Matt Jackson, right?”

Matt nods. “And you are?”

Adam grins. “Adam Page.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Matt shakes his hand. “Likewise.” His eyes flicker down to Adam’s mouth, and what happens next cannot be considered Adam’s fault. He pulls Matt in by the hand and kisses him, slow and soft, hands on his hips. Matt sighs into it, hands on Adam’s lapel, before he pushes back rather suddenly.

Adam smiles at him, feeling kind of dopey. “Hi.”

“No, no,” Matt says, shaking his head furiously. “No being cute. Get out. We’re starting over. You can’t kiss me at the beginning of the whole thing. You’re supposed to wait until I say I’m unfamiliar with your talent, and then you say you’ll show me your talent.”

“That’s still the cheesiest line,” Adam says, letting Matt shove him out the door. “You know that, right?”

“It doesn’t have to be poetry, Adam,” Matt says, and Adam’s honestly impressed with how snippy he looks. “It’s a means to an end.”

“It’s a means to get into your end,” Adam quips.

“Watch it or I won’t let you eff me,” Matt says, deadpan. And he slams the door in Adam’s face.

With a glance up and down the hallway, still kind of expecting somebody to walk into this wing and make this incredibly awkward, Adam adjusts.

“Okay,” he mutters. “I can do this. Acting. I’m trying to get the job and Matt’s the competition for the position.” He bounces a little, like right before he gets in the ring.

And he knocks.

The door pulls open, and Matt’s back in character. “Hi. Are you here for the job opening too?”

"Mr. Jackson,” Adam says, trying to get back into the character. He can start over. He can do this. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Matt adjusts his jacket and, fuck, that mustache really is unforgivable. “Mr. Page, is it?”

Adam fights his grin as Matt steps aside to let him into the room. “Yeah man,” he confirms. “Seen your work before. Heard you’re going for the opening in the company.”

He can see the second Matt snaps out of the persona. “Opening?” Matt giggles. “You’re making a sex joke during this?”

“You are completely ruining the moment,” Adam says. “I’m trying to be the hot young upstart trying to throw you off your game for your interview, and you're talking about openings!”

“You’re the one who made the sex joke!” Matt says. His pout looks even more ridiculous with the mustache. “You’re terrible at roleplay.”

“I am not!” Adam says. “You can’t hold it together when you make a sex joke in your head. That’s not my fault.”

Matt grins at him. “It sort of is,” he says. “You’re the one who made the sex joke.”

“I did not make a sex joke!”

“Get in here,” Matt says, wrapping one hand around Adam’s tie and the other around his collar.

“Okay, Mr. Jackson,” Adam murmurs. “How do you know you’d be better for the position than I would be?”

“Oh, now you get it,” Matt grumbles, but he still lets Adam shove the jacket off his shoulders.

“Maybe from now on leave the experiments to me,” Adam suggests. He bites at Matt’s neck, earning a sweet little mewl.

“You – oh – you seem to have liked my other experiments.” Matt bares his throat a little more, letting Adam work a bruise or two into his skin. When Adam pulls away, Matt hops up on the conference table. It’s the exact right height. Adam’s brain short circuits for a second before snapping back into it. “You didn’t complain when you and Mox were fucking me at the same time.”

“Fuck, baby,” Adam murmurs. He gets his hands on Matt’s belt, one of the fancy ones Nick had gotten him for Christmas a few years back, and yanks it out. He grins as he tosses it across the room, Matt’s eyes wide. “I didn’t complain. And I sure as hell won’t complain now.” He cups Matt’s hard dick through the dress pants. “You gonna complain?”

Matt shakes his head rapidly. “No,” he says, breathy. “No, I – please?”

“Please what?” Adam asks. Matt’s eyes follow every movement of his fingers, and Adam decides to tease a little. He doesn’t go for his own belt, instead slides his hands into his pockets. “I’m sure you got everything you could want.”

Matt’s eyes go dark. “Not everything,” he breathes.

“You gotta tell me.” He gets it now. This part of the roleplay is kind of fun. “I’m new to this, you know. I need help getting the lay of the land.” He winks at lay.

Matt’s breathing is shaky. “You need – you’re acting like you did when we first met.” He presses his lips together and looks at Adam with blown-black eyes. “Back when you were all shy and scruffy and were scared around me.”

“Yeah,” Adam chuckles, “because I thought all y’all were hot and I got nervous about it.”

Matt nods, licking his lips. “Remember when we first got together.”

“I do,” Adam says. He steps closer, in between Matt’s legs. His hands go to the waistband of Matt’s pants, slowly tapping toward the zipper. “Couldn’t help but embarrass myself, could I? Curse of being in my mid-twenties.”

“Curse?” Matt laughs. “You had the biggest dick on the roster and none of us knew because you’d always change by yourself!”

“Yeah, because I was, like, constantly horny around you.” Adam slides his hands up Matt’s shirt, starts unbuttoning slowly. “That one night, after the pay per view – I can’t remember which one.”

Matt’s cheeks are pink as his shirt flutters open. “Neither can I,” he murmurs. He links his legs around the small of Adam’s back and yanks him in closer. “All I remember is walking into the showers and seeing – seeing you with…” Matt trails off as he watches Adam shove his pants down his hips. Adam wraps his hand around his dick. “Well, seeing you like that.”

“You remember what I said?” Adam asks. He couldn’t forget. It was the beginning of the best part of his life: being with Matt.

Matt nods, eyes locked. “You said,” he says, breathy, “You asked, ‘You trying to get in on this, baby?’ with this voice…” He trails off. “Okay, you need to get inside me. I’m done. Screw the roleplay, it’s hotter to remember how long we’ve been together.”

“Yeah?” Adam pauses before he grabs the lube. “You thinking about us when we were younger?” He grabs Matt’s legs and hauls him close, grinning at his yelp. “Remembering how we used to pull off quickies in the shitty bathrooms.” He leans down, kissing the life out of Matt for just long enough to get him whimpering. “How you used to beg me to fuck you when both of us knew we didn’t have the time or the privacy?”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose.” Matt flops back on the conference table. “The whole point of this is for you to rail me in a suit. This is purely for my own benefit and you’re making me think.”

“You made me come up with a whole character!” Adam yanks down Matt’s dress pants and throws them somewhere in the room. Adam pulls Matt’s legs around his waist so he’s at the right angle to dribble lube down from the tip of his dick, down his balls, down into his crease. Matt shivers so hard the table wobbles.

“Okay,” Matt says. “I – don’t care. Just like when we were younger. I’m begging now.”

“Except,” Adam says, and he leans down to kiss Matt slowly, languidly, unrelentingly. Matt squirms against his face. “Except this time, we have plenty of time for me to wreck you.”

Matt whines. “I really – Adam, I hate that mustache.”

“Sucks for you,” Adam murmurs. "Also, I think you're lying."

Adam opens Matt up as quickly as he can, with how whimpery and insistent he is.

“I love you,” Matt says. “I – I don’t think I like role plays. I like you. I want you. But I like it when you call me Mr. Jackson, if that makes any sense.”

“I don’t think anything we do makes sense, but if it gets you going I'm about it,” Adam says, and with the way Matt is gripping at the edge of the conference table, it tells Adam he’s ready. “You good?”

Matt nods, eyes screwed shut. “I just really want to get laid on a conference room table.”

“You are so weird,” Adam sighs, and he gets himself situated. “I ever tell you I’m madly in love with you?”

Matt props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Adam, eyes dark. “You do,” he whispers. He pulls his eyes up to meet Adam’s. “Have I ever told you?”

“Always,” Adam says. “God, I – are you ready? Is it –”

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Please. I want – please.”

Adam guides his dick into Matt, carefully as he can. The wood on Matt’s lower back can’t be comfortable, so he adjusts so Matt is laying down, hair fanned out. “Jesus,” he whispers.

It’s slower than usual. Adam is gentle, and careful, and soft. Part of him worries that the wooden table won't hold, that it'll be too stiff for Matt's bad back, that he'll get overenthusiastic and slam his hips into the edge of the table. Matt’s eyes are locked in on him, a little smile on his face, as he rolls to meet Adam’s thrusts. It feels perfect. It feels like Adam doesn’t deserve to have this forever. He takes a shaky breath.

“Hey,” Matt says. “Come back. I don’t know where you went, but come back here.”

Adam shakes his head and snaps back into the moment. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Got a little stuck in my head.”

“I know,” Matt says, and he digs his heels into the small of Adam’s back to draw him in. His soft smile and warm eyes anchor him to the present and Adam feels so goddamned lucky to be here he almost falls over. He leans in and kisses Matt, trying to say with his lips what he can’t with words. Matt kisses him back and slides a hand between the two of them to touch himself. It's the best thing Adam's ever seen. Adam adjusts his grip on Matt’s thighs and his angle so Matt is making high pitched, desperate little noises.

“I know,” Adam murmurs, “I know, baby, you’re close. Come whenever you want, okay?” He pulls back to kiss Matt’s forehead. “We fucked up this role play thing so hard, didn’t we.”

Matt laughs, music. “We did, but I’m okay with it. I – please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Adam promises. “I won’t. Never.”

The world dissolves until it’s just the two of them, pretense and worry and reality gone, until Adam’s whispering Matt’s name and they come just about at the same time. Adam feels changed with it, shifted, and he wonders how many times he can fuck Matt before it stops rearranging his atoms.

“Matty,” Adam murmurs, peppering kisses across his face. “I don’t think I like roleplay. I think – I think I only like it when it’s you.”

Matt sighs and smiles up at Adam. “I think I know that now.” He tucks a curl behind Adam’s ear. “I always knew you were a big softie."

Adam laughs. “Yeah, fair.” He pulls out of Matt gently and grabs a towel from the bag they’d dropped in the corner. “You okay?”

“It’s weird you ask me that every time you get all gooey and romantic about me,” Matt says. He takes the towel and cleans himself. “What, like you expect me to be stressed or freaked out because you’re in love with me and get all sappy?” He shoots Adam a grin. “I’m always feeling great after.”

Adam shrugs. “I like to check.”

“We didn’t even do anything that merits checking,” Matt says. He wrinkles his nose as he wraps the towel up tightly and shoves it in a plastic bag.

Adam resists the urge to tell Matt, once again, anything could merit checking which is why he does it. “Still gonna do it.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Let’s go find the EVP locker room and showers. My boxers are all sticky.”

“Oh, your boxers,” Matt says, rolling his eyes with a smile. “What a shame for you.”

Adam licks his lips. “What,” he says, “you want me to mention you’re gonna feel my come leaking out of you all night?”

Matt flames red. “Effing – oh my god, Adam.” He pulls the jacket on. “You can’t just say things like that without warning.”

“Sure I can,” Adam says. He grabs the pack of Clorox wipes they’d picked up at Target and wipes down the conference table as best he can. “I can say it all night, if you want me to.”

“Now you’re understanding the whole any-time-you-want-me thing,” Matt says. “I like it.” He leans in and kisses Adam on the cheek. “Let’s go get the place ready for everybody else so maybe we get extra time and I can blow you behind the commentary table.”

“Yeah, if nobody gets thrown on it tonight.” Adam tosses Matt his bag. “Would hate for, like, Joe to chuck Trent or somebody on top of the desk and have you squished underneath it.”

“Okay, fair. That would suck.”

They check each other’s hair and clothes to make sure nothing is out of place and make their way out of the conference room. They run into a kind looking woman frowning at signs.

“Oh, hello!” she says, smile bright. “You must be Mr. Jackson and Mr. Page.”

It takes everything in Adam’s body to keep from laughing.

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Dizzy Fun - also on AO3

Matt's decided on another one of his experiments: drunk sex. But Adam is all about safety, and insists that Matt tell him every single thing he wants him to do while drunk.

Title from Glow by Snow Wife.

“I think,” Matt says, with no fanfare as he walks into their locker room, “that went well.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Really,” he says. “You think me losing went well?”

“You didn’t lose,” Matt says, straddling his lap. “You wrestled to a draw.” He leans down and kisses Adam. “Wait until you see what me and Nick are planning tonight.”

“Yeah, that’s – less than soothing.” Adam frowns. “Hey, am I allowed to call the two of you Nick and Matt still?”

Matt nods. “Of course. You’re special. I won’t put any limits on you.” He leans in and kisses Adam’s forehead. “Also, I want you to eff me when I’m drunk.”

Adam would have been less surprised if his mustache got up and walked away. “Pardon?”

“I’ve never been drunk,” Matt muses, sliding to the side of the couch. The white suit does nothing to hide the fact that he’s already hard. It’d be cute, flattering, if it wasn’t baffling. “And I was talking to Dax, and he mentioned that drunk sex can be fun.”

“You – you were talking to Dax?” Adam pinches himself. He’s definitely awake. “Why?”

“Well, technically, I was going to fine him and Cash for littering, but I heard his sex idea and I got distracted.”

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. “Truly, that’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had. I’m surprised they didn’t kill you for eavesdropping.”

“They didn’t see me,” Matt explains. “The suit made me sort of blend into the wall.”

“Okay, that’s a stretch,” Adam says with a sigh.

“Why?”

“Your spray tan is so orange you look like a tangerine,” Adam answers.

Matt’s jaw drops. “Rude.”

“Accurate.”

“You can be both.”

Adam sighs. “I think it’s easier to think that, maybe, you were not on their minds at all and didn’t realize you were there.” He resists the urge to ask Matt about this new attitude. If he does, then Matt has the opening to ask Adam about how much rage Swerve has unleashed in him, and he’s not even sure if he could answer it for himself. “You sure you want to fuck drunk? You don’t even like going near alcohol.”

Matt shrugs. “New year, new me, dumbass.” He grins.

“Don’t – don’t throw my own words back at me, you monster.” Adam flicks Matt’s ear. Matt winces and pouts. “Well, if you want to, then you’ll have to tell me exactly what you want beforehand.”

“Eff me,” Matt says, like it’s obvious. “Like usual. Maybe meaner, like that one time.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “That’s so unclear.”

“Is not!” Matt says. “So, what do you think I’d like? Tequila? Or beer. I know you like beer.”

Adam thinks about it. “Do you actually want to, like, taste the alcohol? Or is it a means to an end?”

“Means to an end,” Matt says. “I’d like to get absolutely smashed and then you wreck me.”

Sighing, Adam puts an arm around Matt and pulls him in. “You’re out of your goddamned mind, you know that?”

“You say that now,” Matt says, and Adam thinks he can hear the devious smile in the back of his tone, “wait until later tonight.”

It’s odd. Adam’s usually the one covered in blood, if there’s any blood to be had at all. Something about the previously pristine suit now covered in bright red splotches gets to him.

“Out,” he says, yanking Matt in by the lapels, “of your fucking mind.” He keeps the kiss quick, because he’s pretty sure people are watching and he’s not super fond of putting on a different kind of show. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“Okay!” Matt says. “Let me just – let’s finish Rampage.”

Adam and his boner resist the urge to tell Matt to fuck Rampage. “Alright. I’ll go get our stuff together.” He leans in, unable to resist this one part. “And you can tell me all about what you want me to do to you when you’re drunk.”

Matt’s shoulders wiggle, clearly trying to fight off a shiver. “Okay.”

Adam’s whistling as he gets backstage, and avoids bumping into anyone. He’s not sure he’ll be able to quell his boner.

He watches Matt and Nick go absolutely out of their minds on the Rampage taping. Something about the blood still on the suits, the shift from Matt’s emotional chaos to something calm but still unhinged, is intriguing.

By the time anyone else gets back to the room, Adam’s picked up and packed away all of their stuff, leaving Nick’s things neatly organized but not put away.

“You hire a maid or something,” Nick asks, frowning. “The eff happened in here?”

“Nah,” Adam replies. “Wanted to get out of here sooner rather than later.”

“Jesus,” Nick groans. “I wish I was worse at figuring out when they two of you are doing one of your experiments.”

“This one is not mine,” Adam says firmly.

“That is worse,” Nick says, lowering himself onto the couch. “You see how knowing it’s my brother’s weird sex plan is worse, right?”

“Go fuck Claudio,” Adam suggests.

Nick rolls his eyes. “Please. He’s decided to make things official with Breeze.”

“He has?” Adam asks. “Are you – are you okay?” He frowns. “Like, didn’t you two have a thing for a while.”

“I’m good,” Nick says, and he looks it. “He’s younger than I think I want.” Adam’s about to ask if that means he’s going back to Christian, but then Matt skips in. “Okay!” he says, hair still wet from his post-match shower. “Ready!”

“Leaving,” Nick says, hands in the air. “I don’t want to know.”

Matt squishes himself along Adam. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Adam adjusts the backpack on his shoulder. “You sure are eager.”

“I have things to tell you,” Matt says. He somehow leans in even closer. “Sexy things.”

“Quit being horny at work,” Adam says, laughing as they leave the room. But he should probably tell himself the same. It’s all he can do not to drag them two of them in a random closet. Adam’s on Matt the second they get to the hotel room, dropping the bags on the floor before the door’s even swung shut. He’s lucky Matt’s finally stopped with the whole flirting with maître d’s – it makes it easier to get him where he wants him.

“What do you want?” Adam asks, shoving Matt against the wall. “When you’re drunk, what do you want me to do?”

“Surprise,” Matt murmurs. He keeps leaning in to kiss Adam, but Adam tilts his head. Matt latches on, biting, and Adam laughs.

“C’mon, baby, with something like this, I gotta know all the little details.” He slides his hands down the back of Matt’s sweatpants to get a handful of his ass. “Otherwise it’s a no.”

Matt whines and pulls away. “A no?”

“You gotta tell me what you want,” Adam says. “Or, maybe better, show me.”

Matt presses his lips together and nods. “I, um.” He swallows. Adam fights back his grin – he loves making Matt verbalizes his desires, loves making sure Matt knows that’s part of the fun. It’s interesting to watch Matt struggle with this one – almost like he didn’t think quite about what it all entails.

“Well, first,” he starts off, “I want you to sort of, I don’t know, carry me in here?”

“Can do.” Adam bends and lifts Matt in his arms. “Like this?”

Matt rolls his eyes. “This is more bridal carry than fireman, but I’ll take it for now.”

“Noted.” With a grunt, Adam adjusts Matt so he’s flung over his shoulder.

“Yes, like that,” Matt says. “Then you’ll throw me onto the bed, once the door’s closed and everything."

Adam does as Matt suggests, Matt bouncing off the mattress. “Now what?”

“You, um.” Matt flames red. “I’ll be a little out of it, right?”

“Maybe,” Adam says. He actually isn’t sure how much he’ll let Matt drink – no more than three over the hour, at the absolute limit. He doesn’t want Matt to be sick. But he’ll watch it in the moment. “More like loose and silly. Maybe a little weepy. We won’t know until it happens, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

Matt nods. “But, like,” and his eyes start to sparkle, “I’ll need help getting out of my clothes.” He flops like a starfish on the bed. “Maybe the buttons are too hard for me.”

“Oh, you want me to undress you,” Adam says. “I can do that.” He locks eyes with Matt and takes his time. Matt’s not wearing anything with buttons – just a tee shirt and sweats, but he takes his time untying the drawstring, shuffling the pants down, pulling the shirt over Matt’s head. “And your boxers?”

“I don’t want to wear any.”

“Okay, that’s mean,” Adam says, sighing. “You – you’re wearing them now, but you ruined the surprise for the night we do it? Mean.”

“Maybe it was time we flipped the script.” Matt looks pleased with himself, almost haughty. “Boxers off, please.”

Adam does what he’s asked. “Jesus, you’re already ready to go.”

“Shut up,” Matt says, flaming pink. “You would be, too.”

Adam leans back on his knees on the bed. “Now what would you like.”

“Well,” Matt says. “Eff me. Obviously.”

Adam grins, shoving his pants down his hips. He pulls his shirt off over his head as he steps out of his jeans. “Obviously, huh.”

“May – maybe with me on my back?” Matt stretches out on the bed, arms over his head. “Legs up around your shoulders?”

“We could make that happen.” Adam steps over to Matt’s bedside table.

“I got it,” Matt says, eager. He pulls the drawer open and slams it closed before Adam can even see what he grabbed. “I’ll want it fast, so you should get me ready all fast, too.” He sits up and shoves the bottle of lube into Adam’s hand.

“You always want it fast,” Adam says, tsking. “How?”

“This part maybe…” He trails off and rolls over, pushing his ass in the air. “Like this.”

Adam slides a slide finger between Matt’s cheeks. He moans. “Oh, okay. I like that. Can – can you – maybe…” He cuts off with a gasp as Adam traces his rim.

“C’mon,” Adam encourages. “What?”

“Smack my – my ass,” Matt says. “Handprint?”

Adam pulls back and smacks Matt hard enough to rock him forward on his knees.

“Just like that,” Matt murmurs. He throws a grin over his shoulder, and it’s almost cute enough to forget about the godforsaken facial hair. “Come on.”

Adam gives in, working one and then two fingers in Matt. “Like this?” he asks, with another light slap.

“I think this is exactly what I’ll want,” Matt breathes. “But – now. Eff me now.”

“You sure?” Adam asks teasing a third finger. “You’re ready?” The next slap sounds almost as loud as Matt’s moan.

“Yes, I am,” Matt says. When Adam pulls his fingers free, Matt flips on his back and lifts his hips. “Let’s go, big man.”

Adam reacts to that more intensely than he’d expected and he’s lined up to slide home before he knows it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Matt breathes. “Just like this, when I’m drunk. And no, I don’t want a condom.”

“Noted,” Adam says, and he pushes in. He breathes with it. “God, you always feel so good,” he mumbles, circling his hips. Matt’s legs are around his ribs, not his shoulders, but the angle is working so he isn’t going to change it. Matt’s hands are braced on the bed, balanced on his shoulders.

“Your balance is ridiculous,” Adam mentioned.

“Okay, workout routine compliments, not sexy for when we have drunk sex,” Matt says.

“You also probably won’t be able to make that,” Adam nods at the shoulder lift, “happen if you’re trashed.” Matt pouts. “What? You want it to be realistic, right? And I want to make sure I know exactly what you want.”

Matt sighs and relaxes a little, then rolls his eyes back. “Oh, my god.”

“What?”

“Good – good angle, keep doing that.”

Adam’s not one to deny Matt the last brownie, let alone this.

“Like this,” Matt says. “Go. Go wild on me.”

Adam thinks he does his best, but Matt’s face isn’t as screwed up as it can be.

“C’mon,” Matt begs. “I want it harder. I’ll want you to make it hard for me to walk in the morning.” He moans when Adam snaps his lips. “I’ll – I’ll want you to do whatever you want to me, I always do.”

Adam’s brain spins. “Yeah?”

“All the time,” Matt breathes. “Do you want me all the time?” His pupils are massive, eclipsing any of the dark doe brown Adam feel in love with so many years ago.

“Always,” Adam says, voice low. And it’s true. “I always want you, Matt.”

“You do?” Matt asks, mewling when Adam hikes his legs up a little higher, dropping his calves on Adam’s shoulders. “You want me?”

“I want you,” Adam promises. “Sometimes I see you out there in the ring and I want – I want to stomp out there and fuck you, just like this, while the cameras roll.” He rolls his hips, frantic, insistent.

“You should.” Matt’s hands are twisted in the sheets, eyes screwed shut. “Wednesday, you should.”

“Yeah?” Adam says. “We’d get arrested.”

“Worth it,” Matt laughs. Adam wants to burn that smile in the back of his eyelids. “I’d let you do anything to me.” He opens his eyes, and his smile turns sweet. “I know you’d take care of me.”

“Fucking Christ, Matty,” Adam shoves himself so deeply inside of Matt he thinks they may never disconnect. He comes harder than he possibly has in his life, falling forward and nearly collapsing on Matt. “Fuck,” he whines. “Hold on.”

He takes three deep breathes, trying to get his gravity back centered to the earth instead of to Matt. “Don’t worry, baby,” he sighs, “I’ll do anything you want. After I fuck you, if I come first what do you want me to do?”

“Oh my god,” Matt breathes. “I – put your mouth on me. L-lick me out.” He whimpers.

“Oh your knees, baby,” Adam says. Matt’s dick is heavy and red as he flips over. “I’ll clean you up so good.”

Matt’s thighs are shaking. “Please. Just – just like you will when I’m drunk.”

Adam dives in, licking up his own mess from Matt. Matt immediately yells. “Good yell?” Adam asks, freezing.

“I’m not gonna last,” Matt moans. “I’m – you’re not going to be able to – Adam, please.”

“Any time you beg,” Adam says, reaching his hand under Matt and wrapping it around Matt, “I can’t say no to you.”

Matt sobs as he comes, Adam having done almost nothing to get him there, and Adam takes pity on him. He gets up on the bed and pulls Matt against him, feeling Matt slump against him as his hips work weakly through the last spurts of come.

“I think,” Matt whimpers, “that might be – the…” He trails off and drops his head back against Adam’s chest. It’s almost enough to knock Adam over, but he forces himself to stay upright. For both of them. “I can’t wait to do that drunk.”

“Yeah?” Adam says. He presses a kiss to Matt’s temple. “You had fun?”

“Adam,” Matt says. “That was amazing.” A little floppy, he turns around to throw those eyes in Adam’s direction. “I can’t – that was so good.” He beams, like Adam’s given him the best fuck of his life. “I can’t believe I get to have you all the time.”

“How are you just now realizing this?” Adam shifts them so they can fall down on the bed together. Adam’s sure to gently shift his hips “We live together now. Of course all the time.”

Matt rolls over and pulls him in. “Yeah, but it’s real,” Matt mumbles. Adam’s sure he added something else, but it’s muffled.

“Come again?”

“Love you,” Matt says into Adam’s chest. But Adam’s pretty sure he’d said something else.

All the time, Adam realizes, may have been a bit of a misnomer. The next days are incredibly busy, with the Bucks continuing their batshit crazy tirades and Adam struggling to keep his head on straight during his path to Revolution.

It’s a Saturday afternoon, after the Bucks fined Tony on Rampage, when Adam’s sure he’s recovered from a mildly twisted ankle, that Matt comes in from the garage gym with a smile on his face.

“You look happy,” Adam says, setting his book down. “You never look happy after a leg day.”

“Can I get drunk tonight?”

Adam blinks. “Like. Drunk fucking, drunk?”

Matt nods. “I think it’s time. We’ve had a rough week, what with the fining people and everything.” He crawls onto the bed, still sweaty, and straddles Adam’s hips through the sheets.

“You’re gross,” Adam says. “Not because of the fucking thing, but because you’re covered in sweat and I just washed the duvet.”

“Not the worst thing we’ve gotten on here.” Matt winks and leans in, kissing Adam. “Your hair’s a mess.”

“So is yours!” Adam pokes him in the chest. Firm. “I could have still be napping. I can’t believe you walked in here so loud when I could have been napping.”

“You were sitting up and the light was on.” Matt swings his legs to the side and shoves his pants down his legs. Adam immediately forgets any complaint that had been on his mind. “Plus, I have a feeling you’re not complaining right now.”

Adam sighs and marks his book, putting it down to the side. “Get in the shower,” he says. He gets out of bed and throws his clothes to the ground. “Now I’m forced to blow you.”

Matt grins up at him. “I can play you like a fiddle.”

“Fuck off and let me blow you like a flute.”

“Okay!”

Matt’s looking impossibly good when they get to the bar. With both of their hair up and back, and Matt’s stupid goatee, it’s reasonable to assume that they’re close to anonymous in the dark light. It’s not Adam’s favorite place, a dive bar with low lighting and conversation the more dominant sound over the music, but instead a dance club with top forty cranking out the speakers. He used to come here a lot.

“I’m going to need a drink if I’m going to handle this much…people,” Matt says, wrinkling his nose. He’s yelling to be heard over the music. “I’ve been googling.”

“Googling what?” Adam asks. Matt grabs his hand and yanks him through the throng of people, stopping them at the bar. It’s not necessarily a gay bar, but the bartender gets one look at Matt and grins.

“What’ll you have, gorgeous?” he asks, grinning.

“An Adios Motherfucker, please.” He looks over at Adam. “And a Dos Equis, as well.”

Adam blinks. “The fuck did you just say?”

Matt’s still looking at the bartender, who nods.

“You got it.” He winks.

Adam yanks Matt back, just for a second, so his back lines up against Adam’s chest. “Quit flirting with those booboo eyes,” he murmurs into Matt’s ear.

“It’s getting me my drink sooner,” Matt says, rolling his ass back against Adam’s crotch. It isn’t not working. “Sooner I’m drunk, the sooner you get to fuck me.”

Adam sighs. “I just blew you, like, three hours ago.” He kisses the side of Matt’s head. “How are you already this horny?”

Matt swivels his hips. “Seems like I’m not the only one.” He throws a grin over his shoulder as he steps forward and leans against the bar. At least Adam gets a good look at his favorite ass in the world.

He must have been staring for a minute, because he snaps it out of it as Matt gives the beer to Adam. “Are you complaining?”

“Not even a little bit,” Adam says. He takes a sip. He wants to make this one last – he doesn’t want to miss a minute of this night. Especially if Matt goes overboard.

And Matt does. Not necessarily with the drinking, but he throws out some dance moves that would be embarrassing if he was sober. The neon blue drink is drained slowly but surely, and Matt’s done before Adam’s even gotten halfway through his own.

“I want another,” Matt says, when the drink is done. He’s grinding up against Adam to some pop song Adam doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. All Adam can focus on is the feel of Matt against him. His beer got set down a while ago, forgotten and half-drunk in some corner.

The song ends and blends into something else high energy, and Matt turns around. His eyes are sparkling, face pink. “I,” Matt says, glowing with the alcohol flush, “think you’re really hot.”

“I know that,” Adam says, grinning. “You tell me a lot.”

“But, like,” Matt says, swaying. He flops into Adam’s chest. “It’s not fair. You got…” He grabs Adam’s shoulders. “There’s so much of you. And your arms? And these?” He pokes at Adam’s pecs. “I should fuck them again. That was fun.”

“Drunk Matt swears,” Adam chuckles. “Good to know.”

“I swear!” Matt argues. “I swear, like, all the time, with you.”

“Only when you’re real far gone,” Adam replies.

“I think I’m kind of far gone right now,” Matt says.

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He tucks a lock of hair behind Matt’s ear. “You ready to go?”

Matt’s face turns into an exaggerated version of his most thoughtful expression. “Not quite,” he decides. “I want another one. Another alcohol, I mean.”

“Another – another alcohol?” Adam asks. “You mean another drink.”

“Right!” Matt says. “Another one of those adios motherfucker things.”

“No,” Adam says firmly. “I looked up the ingredients of that thing. We’re not giving you a second of those death traps. Something lighter.”

“It actually tasted like blue,” Matt muses as they shuffle back to the bar. “I never quite understood what people meant when they said that, but it really did just taste blue.”

“Yeah, it also tastes like everybody’s worst decision they’ve ever made,” Adam mumbles. He turns to the bartender. “Jack and Coke, heavy on the Coke, please.”

Matt giggles behind him.

“What?”

“Jack and Coke, but I mixed it up in my head and said joke and cock.”

“You’re a disaster.”

Matt beams at him. “I love you, too.”

Adam watches him as he sips the drink, bopping gently to the music. “Do you want to dance some more?” he asks. “I mean, we’re at a dance bar. Might as well really get into it.”

Matt’s eyes light up. “Yes!” he says. “You never want to dance. You’re dancing so much tonight.”

“I’m never in this kinda situation.” The two of them make their way to the dance floor and Matt immediately clings to Adam, a leg between Adam’s. “Damn, you’re handsy.”

“I’m not handsy,” Matt says. “I’m legsy.” He pushes his thigh up. Adam almost chokes at the friction.

“Christ, baby, we’re in public.” He leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Fuck. I love you.”

Matt beams at him, eyes growing shiny. “You really do, don’t you.” He sighs. “I can’t believe you love me.”

“You should,” Adam says, yanking Matt closer. He takes the drink from Matt’s hand. He’s had enough. “You’re, like, my favorite person.”

Matt makes a weird little hiccup. “I am?”

“Course,” Adam says. “Are you crying?”

“No,” Matt says, hardly audible over the pounding music. He rubs at his eyes. “You should take me home and have sex with – with me now.” He buries his face in Adam’s chest.

“Holy shit,” Adam says. He rubs Matt’s back, fighting a laugh. “You are crying.”

“Am not!” Matt wails. “I’m fine! I want you to do whatever – whatever you want.” He looks up. “I love you so much,” he says. “I wanna keep you. Forever.”

“Okay, we’re going home,” Adam says. “C’mon. Let me close the tab.”

“Okay,” Matt says, beaming through tears. “And then you’re gonna go bananas on me?”

“Sure, baby,” Adam says, but he’s pretty sure the night holds other plans.

Matt’s humming something under his breath as they drive home, head on Adam’s shoulder. Adam’s forced to make the small talk with the Lyft driver while Matt sings, rambling about some football game a few weeks back he can barely remember. They’re lucky the club was only a few minutes from their home – Matt very slowly crawls his hand up Adam’s thigh.

“Thanks, Alex,” he says, waving to the Lyft driver. He puts in the rating and tip as Alex drives away, feeling Matt’s hands crawl up the back of his shirt.

“Okay, what are you doing?” Adam chuckles. He turns to catch Matt’s hands before they dip down into his jeans. “You’re really handsy.”

“I’m really horny,” Matt says, throwing baby cow eyes. “You should fuck me.”

Adam sighs, pulling Matt in, hands on Matt’s hips. His shirt is so thin it barely counts as a barrier.

Matt’s humming kicks up again.

“Okay, what are you singing?”

“’Cause every time we touch I feel the static,” Matt warbles. A man of many talents, his love, but singing is not one of them. “And every time I – touch you swear I can fly.”

“Those are not the correct lyrics,” Adam says firmly.

“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s walking all weird, like he’s trying to walk a straight line but failing. “I think I’m drunk, Adam.”

“Astute observation,” Adam says, and Matt doesn’t get a chance to retort before he falls backward. “Graceful.”

“My butt’s broken,” Matt says, draping himself over the front porch steps. “And not in the fun way.”

“Get up,” Adam laughs.

“Wait! I was singing to you,” Matt says. He clears his throat and begins belting what is someone an even worse rendition of My Heart Will Go On than anything Adam’s heard.

“Oh, my god,” Adam says, shoving Matt into the house. “We’re not that far isolated, you lunatic. My neighbors are gonna call the cops.”

Matt is too busy falling over taking off his shoes to respond. “Jesus – help?” he pleads to Adam.

“I got you,” Adam says. He kisses Matt’s forehead before lifting him in a bridal carry. “How’s this?”

“I wanted the fireman,” Matt says, pouting.”

“If I did that, you might throw up,” Adam deadpans.

“Good point.” Matt flings his arms around Adam’s neck. “Speaking of bridal carries, remind me to say something later.”

“Say what?” Adam asks. He walks them into the bedroom and rests Matt on the bed. Matt flops like Gumby.

“Keep you,” Matt says. “Got a – I am not supposed to say, it’s a surprise.” He stops talking and his eyes fill again, beaming at Adam. “You know I love you, right?”

It takes Adam a few seconds to process. “A surprise?”

“Yeah,” Matt mumbles, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “Buttons are confusing.”

“Surprise?” Adam asks, his heart racing. “What kind of surprise?”

Matt waves him off. “I have issues even when I’m sober. I shouldn’t be allowed to use buttons.” He beams up at Adam. “I love you forever.”

Adam debates whether or not to push. The part of him that needs to know everything wants to get an answer, to know so he can do it first if Matt really is thinking of proposing. The more rational side of him is telling him to shut up and leave it alone.

“Adam,” Matt whines. “Help me get naked. My limbs aren’t working.”

“Yeah, you’re going to sleep,” Adam says. “Come here.”

“Want you to rail me.” Matt’s whining even harder now. “Please?” He tries to level Adam with boo boo eyes, but he’s hit the stage Adam is all too familiar with. His eyes are fighting to stay open. “I –” He interrupts himself with yawn. “Oh. I want to have sex. Right now.”

“You’re going to fall asleep in the next few minutes,” Adam assures him. “Stay right there. I’m going to get you some water. Some of that coconut water you like.”

“I like coconut water,” Matt says. He hasn’t moved from where he’s sprawled on the bed. “You should give me coconut water and then we get naked.”

“Sure,” Adam says. “So I can tuck you into bed.”

Matt’s harruph is adorably limp as Adam gets to the kitchen. He grabs the best options to keep Matt from a hangover in the morning, unwilling to deal with someone else’s vomit if it’s going to be as blue as Matt’s, and comes back into the bedroom.

“’m still wake,” Matt mumbles.

“Drink some water,” Adam says firmly.

Matt grins at him. “Make me.”

“Don’t threaten me with taking care of you,” Adam scoffs. He gets behind Matt and props him up. “I know you’re faking these noodle arms. Come on, take a sip.”

Matt’s sigh is dramatic as anything as he slumps against Adam’s chest and sips. “Water’s good,” he says. “Like you.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Matt finishes the glass of water and then curls up in Adam’s lap. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I think I’m tired.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Adam leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Matt’s head. “I’ll grab you some sweats.”

“Don’t need ‘em,” Matt slurs. “Bedtime.” He shucks off his jeans and chucks them in the corner, snuggling his boxered self under the covers. He looks up at Adam with sleepy eyes and a smile. “Kiss?”

“Course, baby.” It’s less than Matt had been hoping for that night, but he sighs into it anyway. “Goodnight.”

“Come to bed soon,” Matt mumbles, but he splays out and starts snoring almost before Adam can get the blanket up around his shoulders.

“That was the worst idea of my life.”

Adam yawns and turns over. “What time is it?” he mumbles. “It’s still dark out.”

“Four thirty,” Matt says, “but my head hurts and my mouth tastes horrible.” When he turns on the light, Adam has to blink a few times to really see the pinched expression. “Fix it.”

“Fix it?” Adam interrupts his laughter with a yawn. “Baby, you literally asked for this.”

“I asked you to eff me stupid while I was drunk,” Matt says, kicking at Adam’s shin under the blankets. “Not feed me radioactive slime that gives me rancid heartburn.”

“That’s on you,” Adam counters. “You insisted on the drink that would mess you up the most and the bartender listened to you.” He gently yanks some hair from over Matt’s shoulder. “Take a shower. You’ll feel better.” He nods over to the bedside table. “And take those Tums.”

“I want to sleep,” Matt whines.

“Nobody’s stopping you,” Adam says. He slides back into bed, getting comfortable. “If you’re gonna puke, make sure to drink water after. Love you.”

He hears Matt sigh. “You really do, don’t you.”

Adam grins and fumbles with the handle of his bedside drawer.

But then Matt turns out the light, and Adam decides it can wait, knowing Matt’s planning something, too.

Mini Playlist: Do Me - Kim Petras GLOW - Snow Wife TikTok - Ke$ha Why Don't We Get Drunk - Jimmy Buffett

Disclaimer from me and also the Sara from February of 2020: Don't drink an Adios Motherfucker if you want to maintain any dignity. Ever.m

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"Coffee doesn't count as water, but I appreciate the effort." BuckBruvvers (platonic)

Coffee vs. Water

Matt bats at the arms pushing at his shoulder.

“’M sleeping,” he grumbles. “Leave me alone.”

“Wake up,” Nick says. “We’re going to miss the flight.”

Matt groans, forcing his eyes open. He barely processes any of the trip from the hotel to the airport, stumbling to the Starbucks and slurring his way through ordering whatever the eff gets put into his hand at the counter.

“You need to put something else in your system,” Nick says. “I feel like I have to say I told you so. Flirting with Mox all night was a bad idea.”

Matt grunts, something he hopes conveys, eff you and I wish God was on Cain’s side and you are my favorite person even when you’re terrible all in one.

“Love you too. Drink this.”

Matt manages to open his eyes – eye, really – to look at what Nick is shoving at him with. “Already have coffee.”

“This is water.”

“Coffee’s water.”

Nick snorts. “Coffee doesn’t count as water, but I appreciate the effort.”

Matt opens his eyes a little wider. “I appreciate it when you leave me alone.”

Nick slides down on the airport chart, throwing a slightly squished grin up at Matt. “You haven’t wanted to be alone since I was born, Matty. You know that.”

“I know,” Matt says, finally grabbing the water bottle from Nick’s hand on the arm rest, “that you’re annoying.”

“Correct,” Nick says, sipping his iced mocha gleefully. Matt wants to kick him in the shins. “I had Tony write it in the contract that I have to annoy you every day.”

“Count this for two days of it, then,” Matt says. He yawns.

Nick kicks him in the shin.

#Matt Attrackson #Nicrowlas #Dumbasses #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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banannabethchase · 3 months

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THE BUCKSTACHES ARE GONE THANK THE FUCKING LORD

#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara liveblogs #Young Bucks #Matt Attrackson #Nicrowlas

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banannabethchase · 9 months

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7 mox / both bucks

Thick Thighs (Make a Buck Rise) - also on AO3

Mox finds his gear pants cut up with scissors and he's pretty sure he knows who may have done it. The question is which Buck.

It happened when he was in the fuckin' bathroom, Mox is sure of it, and he's pretty sure he has a clue of the culprit.

"Fuckin' EVP idiots," he grumbles, shoving his way through the hallway and to the locker room where his least favorite pretty boys live.

He shoves the door open without knocking to see Matt and Nick on the couch. Matt, inexplicably, is upside down.

"Can we help you?" Nick asks, barely looking up from his phone.

Mox looks between the two Bucks, trying to read guilt on one of their faces. Or both. It could easily be both. “Which one of you came up with this bullshit? It had to be one of you.”

Matt flutters his stupid, pretty eyelashes and Nick stares unblinkingly. "What do you mean?" Matt asks.

"We've got no clue what you're talking about." Nick looks like he believes it, too.

"This!" Mox holds up his gear pants, cut into booty shorts. "One of you shitheads cut up my gear pants, and now I'm gonna have to wear jeans to the ring." He huffs, trying to remember those breathing calming things Claudio's been trying to teach him. "This is a really stupid prank right before a show."

Matt bites his lip and Nick rolls his eyes. "Goddamnit, Matt," Nick mutters. He drops his head into his hands.

"What?!" Matt exclaims. "Look, maybe somebody mistook them for their own gear." He shrugs.

"I'm not defending your crap on this one." Nick stands and backs away, hands in the air. "This is all you."

Matt looks frantically between Mox and Nick. "Wait, no," he says, leaping to his feet. "Wait, you wouldn't leave your big brother to get pummeled by a big scary man, would you?"

Nick rolls his eyes, then turns away to walk out the door. "You like getting pummeled by big scary men," he calls over his shoulder.

Mox snorts and turns back to Matt, who is very clearly panicking. "So it was you," he says, folding his arms over his chest.

"You can't prove it!" Matt's almost shrieking.

Mox shuts the door behind him. "You got them big stupid boo-boo eyes going, Matt, come on." He walks into Matt's space until Matt's back bumps against the wall. "Don't lie to me."

Matt's eyes are wide as he searches Mox's face. "Okay," he breathes. "Okay, yes, I cut up your gear pants."

"Now why the fuck would you do that?" Mox asks. He doesn't know why, but he's compelled to rest a hand on Matt's waist, to touch, to squeeze just a little bit. Matt's eyes flutter shut for a second, then snap back open.

"I -" Matt exhales, shaky. "I - thighs."

Mox blinks. "Excuse me?"

"Your thighs," Matt says. "I - you wore trunks a few times, and they looked so good, and I was dying to see them again and just - I couldn't come up with a better way." He licks his lips, eyes flickering between Mox's mouth and eyes. "I cut up your pants because I was being weird."

Mox grins. "Weird how?" He's gonna make Matt say it.

Matt whines and stomps his feet a little. "Don't - you know."

"I wanna hear it." Mox leans in to speak into Matt's ear. "Come on. Tell me how much it gets you off."

Matt whimpers. "Okay, fine," he whispers. "You - you look so good in the trunks, Mox, and I got weird about it."

"You should'a just asked," Mox says, tugging at Matt's earlobe with his teeth. "Could'a shown you a whole lot more."

Matt moans, cut off, like he didn't mean it. "Don't make promises you can't keep," he mumbles.

Mox pulls back. "Who says I wasn't gonna keep my promise?"

"Huh?"

Mox slides his fingertips under Matt's shirt, dancing along the skin. "I'm a nice man," he murmurs. "I can give you what you want." He steps back and undoes his belt. He's pretty sure Matt's eyes roll back in his head a little.

"No, no," Mox says. "You look at me while I'm doing this for you."

Matt's eyes snap back to Mox's. He nods. "Yeah."

Mox makes a show of taking his belt all the way off, fighting a grin as Matt watches him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He goes for his button and stops. Matt makes a miserable little sound.

"Oh, you want me to keep going?" Mox asks.

Matt nods. "I wanna see."

Mox grins. "Alright then." He pushes the jeans down his legs, shuffling a little as they get caught on his boots. He glances up to see Matt straight up panting. "You like?"

Matt nods. "Your - those boxer briefs are really small."

"More thigh for you to enjoy, baby." Mox waits to see Matt's reaction to the nickname, and Matt looks...more than intrigued.

"Can - can I see..." Matt trails off and licks his lips.

"What do you want?" Mox asks. It's a little awkward to lean back toward Matt with his jeans around his feet, but he makes it work.

"I - I want - I want to -" Matt swallows and turns those giant brown eyes onto Mox's. "Do I have to see your thighs?"

"What?" Mox asks. "I guess, no?" He leans down to pull his jeans back up, but Matt catches him by both wrists.

"No," Matt says frantically. "I mean - I want you to - to -" He exhales shakily. "I want you to fuck me."

Mox's eyebrows flying almost as high up as his hairline, which is saying something. "Really."

Matt nods. "I think I like more than just your thighs. I - yeah." His face is fire engine red, eyes flickering all over Mox's face but his eyes.

"I think we can work with that." Mox leans in and kisses Matt, because he's a man of substance and if he's gonna do this he'll do it right, who sighs like a romance novel heroine. "Jesus, you sound pretty. Why can't you shut up and moan like that all the time?"

Matt's eyes are closed as he drops his head back against the wall and, for once, doesn't have a retort. All the better for Mox.

He gets his hands on Matt's hips and turns him, biting at the back of Matt's neck. Matt makes a delightful little noise, something in between a moan and a gasp, and Mox is worried he's about to get obsessed.

Mox is glad Matt seems to be a bit of a slut, because he mumbles, "Blue bag, front pocket," and Mox reaches over to pull out lube and a condom.

"You expecting this, Buck?" Mox asks, sliding a slick finger around Matt's rim. Matt wiggles his perfect little ass against it, sighing as Mox sinks in to the first knuckle.

"No," he mumbles. "That's Kenny's bag."

"So, to be clear, we're about to fuck with Kenny's supplies," Mox says, working his finger in a little further. "And that's not weird to you?"

"Mm - no," Matt says, pushing back, like he can't get enough. "He stole my underwear once, so now we're even."

"I don't even want to know."

Mox is impressed at how shamelessly Matt takes his fingers, how desperately he whines for more, and teases the third finger long enough to get Matt straight up pleading.

"I'm ready, please, just fuck me," he begs, hands flat against the wall. "God, Mox, please."

"Aren't you, like, embarrassed to be this desperate?" Mox asks. He slides his fingers out. "Not judging, just asking."

Matt turns his head, pressing a cheek against the wall. "What, like you're so chill fucking me out of nowhere?" He grins as Mox slides the head of his cock inside him. "I think you're just as desperate as me."

"Don't get bitchy now, Buck," Mox pushes all the way in, head in the clouds with the heat of Matt around him, "I was just starting to like you."

"Jesus, just fuck me already," Matt mumbles, pushing back onto Mox's dick.

"Was that a swear?" Mox asks, pounding into Matt. He's determined to get him to shut up, somehow. "I thought you Bucks don't do that."

"Only when I really think the moment deserves it," Matt says, words punched out of him as Mox fucks into him. "And - Christ - you being a brat seemed worth it."

"Me?!" Mox asks, reaching a hand around to grab Matt's cock. He gathers precome to add to the glide, grinning at Matt's moan. "You're the one cutting up my fuckin' clothes for attention."

"Not attention," Matt says, breathing ragged, "horniness. Needed to - oh my god - see your stupid sexy thighs."

Mox laughs and puts a little more work in. "Yeah, well, you're hot too, baby. Makes up for the fact that you're fuckin' annoying."

"Shut up," Matt grumbles. "Also, don't you dare stop. I'm close."

"I could walk away right now," Mox says. He grips Matt's hips and fucks harder, feeling it build in his spine. "I could leave you here without anything."

Matt laughs, cut off by a moan. "No, I don't think you could." He comes hard against the wall, pulsing into Mox's hand and moaning Mox's name so loudly he can barely stand it. One, two, three more and Mox is coming too, his brain turning into mush, and falls against Matt. He crushes him against the wall a little bit, but he thinks Matt deserves it.

"So," Matt mumbles. "That happened."

"Yeah."

"You're squishing me."

"You're a bitch."

Matt laughs and wiggles his hips. Mox's dick feels super weird as it's exposed to the air conditioning again. He wants nothing more than to sink into that warmth again. "Yeah? Takes one to know one.”

Mini Playlist:

Thick Thighs - Willam feat. Latrice Royale

Bad Things - Jace Everett

Strip Tease - Danity Kane

Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras

#MoxMatt #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #HERE HAVE A THING #This went slightly off kilter I hope that's okay #Both bucks are indeed involved but not Involved if you catch my drift #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

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banannabethchase · 8 months

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i wish you would write a fic where matt adopts a baby bird he found in the wild and tries to hide it from the others

Bye Bye Birdie

Oh anon you do not know this but god do I love a good crack adjacent post.

"Okay, seriously what the hell are you doing in there?!"

Matt jumps half a foot, but his back stays turned toward Nick and Adam as they block the door.

"I assumed he was jacking off," Adam says, more mildly than he thought he'd be capable of in this weird of a situation. "But he's still got his pants on, so I think that one's out."

Matt tosses a panicked look over his shoulder. "Maybe I am," he says. "Give me privacy to, um. Jerk it."

Adam turns to Nick, blinking.

"Don't look at me!" Nick half shrieks. "He's your boyfriend!"

"He's your brother!"

"He's right here," Matt snipes. "In my bedroom, for that matter. Go away."

"Matt, just - " He gets a hand on Matt's shoulder and spins him, only for Matt to cradle his hands to his chest.

"Shh!" he hisses, checking whatever's in his hands. "You'll scare him. Her. Them, I don't know bird junk."

"Bird - what?"

Reluctantly, Matt opens his hands. "The little fluffy mess is hurt, okay?" He shushes it, and it flaps its tiny little wings and settles back in Matt's hands. The bird looks happy enough. Cozy, Adam realizes.

"Did you just Snow White your way into becoming a father?" Nick asks, sounding a bit baffled.

"I named the bird Majesty." He beams. "Since we don't know if it's a girl bird or a boy bird."

Adam shakes himself out of how bizarrely adorable Matt is until he remembers to grab his phone.

"What are you doing?" Matt asks, defensive.

"There's a wildlife hospital near by," Adam says, googling the number. "Majesty would be better with other birds and people who, like," he gestures toward Matt. "Look, baby, this is adorable, but you are not equipped to nurse a baby bird back to health."

Matt sighs and looks at the bird with soft, giant brown eyes. "Yeah," he says. "Probably."

"Do you want me to take some photos of the two of you?" Adam asks. "For memories?"

Nick groans. "Oh, my god, you two are the worst."

#Crackfic mode #HangNick #Nicrowlas #Matt Attrackson #anxious millennial dreamboat #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara writes

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Nothing But Your T-Shirt - also on AO3

Adam comes home to a fascinating, pretty surprise after the grocery store.

Adam has to juggle the groceries in his arms to get a hold of his cell phone. “Hey, baby,” he says. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Matt says. “Just checking in. How’s your week off going?”

“Great,” Adam says. He grunts as he gets the first few bags in the bed of his truck. “Forgot what it was like not to spend most of my weekly hours away from the house.” He adjusts his grip on the bags.

“So, um,” Matt says. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

Adam shrugs, checking his watch. “Dunno. Maybe twenty minutes?” He shuffles around the bags – sometimes the glass moves around when he drives and he doesn’t want to deal with Matt’s pickle jar shattering again. “Why? You want to FaceTime?”

“No,” Matt says, and it’s almost too fast. “I mean, it’s fine.”

“You sure?” Adam throws the last bag into the truck. “I can call while I’m on the way home.”

“I can wait,” Matt says, and there’s something in the back of his tone that makes Adam wonder. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, baby,” Adam says, and he settles into the driver’s seat. “Soon. How about I call you later tonight and we, uh.” He checks to make sure his windows are rolled up. “We talk about that one fantasy of yours.”

Matt giggles. “Yeah, that could work,” he says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Adam makes his way back to his house, humming along to his playlist on shuffle, when he realizes something is just the tiniest bit off on his front porch.

Cautiously, he grabs the bags from the trunk of his truck. He can just barely make it to unlock the door. But he can tell, just from the doorway, that there’s someone else in the house.

“Hello?” he calls. “You wanna fight, go for it. But letting you know I’m a professional wrestler who just drank somebody’s blood for fun, so I don’t like your odds.”

“I like it when you get unhinged.”

Adam drops the bags, forgetting about the stupid pickles and the ice cream, and makes his way to the bedroom. “You little –” But all words leave him as he takes in the sight on his bed.

Matt, in his favorite Dolly Parton shirt, Adam’s glasses. Bare legs. Pink panties. Adam’s most recent read in his hands.

“This isn’t anywhere near as good as Devil in the White City,” Matt says, not even looking up as he flips a page. He pushes the glasses up his nose and Adam is already rock hard, ready to go. “Though, it’s hard to compete with a masterpiece.”

“Baby, what – what the fuck are you doing here?” He wants to touch. He wants to devour. He wants to claim. “You said you were busy!”

Matt finally looks up at him, smirk unbearable. “I was,” he says. “Busy getting a flight out here to surprise you.”

Adam dives on top of Matt, slapping the book to the side of the bed. He doesn’t even care if he loses his place; nothing is a priority over a surprise Matt. He stretches out on top of Matt’s body, kissing him deep and filthy and demanding. “When did you get here?” he asks, pressing kisses along Matt’s neck.

“About two hours ago,” Matt says, arching up to keep his body aligned with Adam’s. “I know you always go grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons.”

“God damn it – Matt, you’re perfect,” Adam growls. He’s got a hand gripped on Matt’s bare thigh, ready to rip those panties, when Matt freezes.

“I’m not,” Matt says, voice tiny.

Adam pulls back. “What?”

“I’m not perfect,” Matt says, and he shuffles up to sit against the headboard. “That’s – that’s why I did this. To apologize.”

“Apo – for what?” Adam asks. He sits on the bed. The pink looks so goddamned good against Matt’s bare skin. “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.”

“The night after Full Gear was a lot,” he says, shrugging. “It’s – I want to do something nice for you,” Matt says, and Adam can barely focus on his words as his legs stretch out on Adam’s bed, as his arms and chest fill out Adam’s favorite shirt, as the hem of that shirt skims the top of the pink panties. “You put up with me last week when I was awful.”

Adam snaps back into it. “Hey, whoa. You were not awful.”

Matt shrugs, not meeting Adam’s eyes. “I was horrible after a match, and then you had to deal with me when I was crying for hours.”

“Yes,” Adam says. He sits on the bed next to Matt, forcing himself not to touch, not yet. “Because I love you. That’s part of all of it.”

Matt tangles his fingers together and looks at Adam through his own glasses. Matt’s eyes are a little off focus because of the prescription, but the effect is still hitting Adam directly in his heart. “You love me, but you don’t have to love that part,” Matt says.

“I don’t have to,” Adam says, and his heart is on the outside of him now, looking at him cross eyed with giant brown eyes, “but I do.”

“Are you sure?” Matt asks. “I – I feel like you do so much for me.” His fingers have got to hurt with the way he’s got them in tangled knots, eyes cast down. “And I’m just here. Taking from you.”

“Matt.” There’s got to be something in his tone that gets Matt to focus, because he looks up to meet Adam’s eyes again. “You’re not taking from me. It’s back and forth. And I love every single part of you because it’s you. Not in spite of the fact that it’s you.”

Matt launches at Adam, throwing his legs around Adam’s hips and shoving him down to the bed with the force of his kiss. His hands on either side of Adam’s face are tight, as firm as Adam’s ever felt it and Adam takes a second to kiss him back, sliding his hands up the back of Matt’s shirt.

Of his shirt, technically.

“Hold the fuck up,” Adam says, grabbing a handful of Matt’s ponytail to pull him back far enough to get a look at him. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one going wild on you for wearing my clothes?”

Matt shrugs, pulling at Adam’s hand and smiling, something soft and vulnerable. “You’re being all sweet and you love me even though I’m terrible and the worst.”

“You are not terrible,” Adam says. “I know I call you a dumb slut when we’re fucking all the time, but you’re not dumb or anything, and you’re not terrible.”

Matt shrugs.

Adam sighs and pulls Matt’s head back a little more so he has to lift up off of Adam’s chest. “Fine. If you’re not going to believe me, I’ll just have to prove it.” He sits up, adjusting Matt in his lap as he lets go of Matt’s hair.

“First off,” he says, skimming his hands along the underside of Matt’s shirt. “Look at you right now.”

“Can’t,” Matt says, but he’s finally smiling steady. “The mirror is behind me.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “Oh, that’s what you’re looking for. Okay.” He stands up and throws Matt on the bed. “Hands and knees. Eyes on yourself in the mirror.”

Matt immediately turns all pink, matching the panties and shirt. “O – okay.”

Adam can feel Matt’s eyes following him through the mirror as he walks to the other side of the bed. He swallows – Matt’s wearing panties that aren’t normal, but aren’t a thong. He thinks they might be cheekies or something. Whatever they’re called, they’re incredible. Framing Matt’s perfect ass with neon pink emphasizing the way it swells. “So goddamned gorgeous,” Adam murmurs. He reaches out and traces along the hem. “Look at yourself, baby.”

Matt’s head snaps up and looks at himself. “I am,” he says, voice tiny.

Adam crawls up on the bed behind him. “You knew exactly what would get me,” he says, grabbing a handful of Matt’s ass and almost collapsing with how good the warm lace feels. “Wearing my favorite shirt. Pretty little undies.” He meets Matt’s eyes in the mirror. “You even have my glasses on. Bet you can’t see a damned thing, huh?”

Matt nods. “Your eyes suck.”

“You fucking – god, I love you,” Adam sighs. “C’mere, give them to me.” Matt moves to turn around, but Adam rests a hand on Matt’s back. “Don’t turn around. I want to make sure you can see how beautiful you are.”

Matt nods and takes the glasses off. Adam sets them somewhere on the bedside table indelicately. “There we go,” Adam sighs. “So tell me.” He settles his hands on Matt’s hips. “What gave you the idea, gorgeous? How did you know exactly what I would like?”

“You love this shirt,” Matt says, and his eyes are wide and needy when they meet Adam’s in the mirror. “Last year,” Matt says, “you chose to wear it, right before you confronted Mox, right?”

Adam nods, running his hands up and down Matt’s back. “I remember. You were watching me back then?”

“I always watch you,” Matt says, almost shy as he speaks. “Even when – when we weren’t talking, I was watching. I was thinking about you. Always.” His eyes well a little bit.

“You okay?” Adam asks.

Matt nods, tucking hair behind his ear as a way to try and hide that he’s swiping at tears. “We missed so much time, Adam,” he almost whispers. “I don’t want to miss anything else.”

Adam kisses the small of his back. “Thank you for telling me, that, baby,” he murmurs against Matt’s skin. “Talk to me more. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Matt nods. “Just – I hurt you back then, so much. And when I saw you get hurt, with the concussion, I knew I had to get you back.” He meets Adam’s eyes. “I knew I couldn’t keep going without telling you how much I loved you.”

Adam rewards Matt’s vulnerability with a hand on his back, along his hips. Touching, touching, touching. “And then you stepped to Mox, and – I got scared.” He smiles. “But I knew you could handle yourself. Mox is scary, but you’re better.”

Adam laughs, kissing along the waistband of those goddamned neon pink panties. “Mox really does keep showing up in our bedroom, doesn’t he?”

“Your fault for being all gay with him for, like, six months,” Matt fires back, and Adam’s a little in love with him all over again. “But I – I remember how much you like me in the panties, and how much you like the shirt. I had an idea maybe you’d like how I’d look all in your clothes.” He flutters his eyelashes. “In your bed. Reading your book.” He exhales, and it’s taking all of Adam’s restraint not to take him right there. “When you got home.”

“See?” Adam says. He grabs Matt’s hips and hauls him back into his lap where he’s kneeling. Matt grinds against his dick. “You think I do stuff for you only, but you went out of your way to fly across the country to surprise me.” He slides his hands up Matt’s stomach to grab at his pecs, tweak his nipples. “And you think there’s parts of you I don’t have to love?” He leans in and kisses at Matt’s neck, grinning at the way Matt squirms. “I don’t have a choice, baby. All of you has got all of me. No turning back.”

Matt whines, swiveling his hips. “Adam,” he gasps. “Adam, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Adam murmurs, sucking a bruise into the back of Matt’s neck. Same spot Mox had a while back. “You know I want to give it to you. As long as I get to see you.”

“Want – inside me,” Matt says. “Want you to…” He trails off and meets Adam’s eyes in the mirror.

“Say it, pretty baby,” Adam says, sliding his hand up to circle Matt’s neck. “I wanna hear it.”

“Please fuck me,” Matt pleads. “I – Adam, I’ve been waiting so long, and it’s all –”

“Of course,” Adam says, “but I’m keeping you in my shirt. Want you to see all the ways you belong to me.”

“Jesus – Adam, you can’t just say things like that,” Matt pants.

“Why not?” Adam asks, and he guides Matt gently back to his hands and knees, kneading his ass. “Why can’t I tell you that you’re mine, every last part of you.” He leans down, grabbing at the panties with his teeth, snapping the elastic enough for Matt to yelp. He shoves Matt’s thighs apart and slides under Matt. With a grin, he licks up his hard cock through the lace. “Why can’t I get you worked up and begging so you sound as pretty as you look?”

“I – okay, you can,” Matt says, grinding his cock against Adam’s face. “But I don’t want to wait.”

“Okay then.” Adam slides out from under Matt and grabs the panties, ripping them off. Matt yelps again, eyes lit up and giddy in the mirror. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He spreads Matt’s cheeks. “God, what a pretty little hole. And all mine.”

Matt whines. “Yes, all yours,” he promises. “Any – anything you want, I swear.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “How about we start with me fucking you so good you forget your name?”

Matt turns around and nods.

“Turn around, baby, keep looking at yourself,” Adam says. He slides his hands between Matt’s legs to stroke at his dick, grinning at the way Matt’s mouth falls open. “See? So goddamned pretty.”

He leans back to brush his glasses out of the way so he can grab the bottle of lube that’s made its home on top of his table and spreads some on his fingers. “You want it slow?”

Matt shakes his head. “Use me,” he pleads. “Like – like I’m all yours. Like you can do anything you want and I’ll like it.”

Adam traces a finger around his hole and slowly pushes it in. “Could I do anything and you’d like it?” He pumps his finger a few times, grinning as Matt’s eyes threaten to flutter closed before he forces them open again. “Good boy.”

Matt hums. “Anything,” he says, and it sounds like a promise. “I’m yours.”

Adam speeds up, because Matt wants more, he knows it, and when he’s two fingers deep Matt’s doing most of the work.

“Okay, now,” Matt says. “I don’t – I’m good now. I can take you.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks, adjusting on his knees. He pulls Matt’s ass level with his dick. “You sure?”

“I trust you,” Matt says. “I know – anything, remember?”

Adam pushes into Matt, and he’s finally home. “There we go,” he says, sliding his thumbs along the creases where Matt’s ass meets his thighs. “God, you’re always so good for me, baby. So, so good.”

Matt nods, meeting Adam’s eyes in the mirror. “Always,” he promises, “always for you.”

“I noticed you didn’t say the always good part,” Adam chuckles, fucking Matt slowly. “That’s fair. You know yourself well.”

“I’ll be good for you,” Matt says, meeting Adam at every thrust. “Just – not always.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “What are you thinking?”

“You – oh – you know,” Matt says, grinning. “Maybe mess with the BCC again. Piss off Mox.”

“Always with Mox,” Adam mutters, fucking into Matt a little harder. “It’s like you want him to kick your ass.”

“I was thinking something different with my ass,” Matt muses.

Adam chuckles, spreading Matt’s cheeks so he can see himself plunge in and pull out of Matt’s body. “Yeah? You want him to fuck you again?”

“You know what I want,” Matt pants. “Can – can I touch myself?”

“No, baby, I got you,” Adam murmurs. He reaches around and gets a hand on Matt’s dick. “You close? Talking about Mox getting you hot and bothered?”

“More than just Mox,” Matt says, rocking between Adam’s dick and hand, starting to feel a little desperate.

Adam chuckles. “You want the BCC to run a train on you, don’t you,” he murmurs.

“Mostly Yuta,” Matt says. “He’s being a dick and it’s attractive.” He whines. “He wore glasses last night on Rampage, did you see?”

“I did,” Adam laughs. “He looked real cute, didn’t he.”

Matt nods frantically. “Maybe we could pull Eddie in, too. I know he and Yuta are a thing.”

Adam laughs. “Slow it down, baby. So eager today.”

Matt nods. “Okay. Um, I – Adam, can I?”

“Can you what?” Adam asks. He’s secretly glad Matt’s asking, though. He’s close and isn’t sure he can hold out much longer. “Ask me, baby, and you can have whatever you want.”

“I wanna come,” Matt begs. “Please, Adam, I – please.”

“Whatever you want,” Adam says, picking up the pace of his hips and hand. “I promise. If I can give it to you, you can have it.”

Matt comes with a cry all over Adam’s favorite blanket, clenching around his dick like a vice. “Adam,” he cries.

“Yeah, baby, I know,” he says. He drives into Matt with intention, with a purpose. “God, I’m gonna – baby, fuck.”

“Come in me,” Matt gasps. “Make me feel you for days.”

That does it. With a groan and a gasp of Matt’s name, he comes with his hips pressed against Matt’s ass. Matt’s slumped onto the bed, face down ass up, and Adam has to laugh.

“So good,” Adam says as he breathes. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

“For you,” Matt murmurs. “You’re not mad I’m not looking at myself, right?”

Adam laughs. “No, you’re good.” He rolls to the side. “Come here, baby.”

Matt crawls over and drops on top of Adam. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Adam turns his head to kiss the side of Matt’s. “How’d you think your experiment go?”

“My experiment?” Matt asks. “You turned it all different by making me, like,” he shivers. “You made me watch myself.”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Adam laughs.

Matt nodded. “I – I didn’t know I looked like that.” He snuggles into Adam. Adam plays with the hem of his shirt. “And here I was, thinking I was going to do a surprise and clothes related experiment for you for when you got home from grocery shopping.”

“Goddamnit,” Adam sighs, ducking his head into Matt’s shoulder.

“What?” Matt asks. “Are you mad you ripped the panties? I can get more.”

“Not mad about that,” Adam says. He lifts himself onto the elbows. “I got ice cream, and now it’s gotta be melted.”

Matt shrugs, stretching out under Adam, looking pretty as ever. “Oh no,” he yawns. “Now you’ll have to go out and get dairy free ice cream that I can eat. How awful.”

“So self-centered,” Adam chuckles. “And I love it.” He leans down and kisses Matt gently. “And I already have your dairy free ice cream from before. Obviously.”

Matt smiles up at him. “You do?”

Adam nods, and it’s impossible to hold back what comes next. “What, uh,” he shifts so he can really get a good look at Matt. “What would you say to staying here a little more permanently?”

Matt scans Adam’s face. “Wait, are you serious?”

Adam nods. “You got that whole dresser full of stuff.” He kisses Matt’s forehead. “Got eight hundred pairs of sneakers here already.” He kisses the tip of Matt’s nose, fighting the urge to plead. “The freezer has, like, five of your half-finished ice creams in it.”

“You want me to move in with you?” Matt asks.

Adam nods. “I do.”

“You really do love all of me, don’t you?” Matt says, eyes wide. “You really want to keep me.”

“Have for a long time, baby,” Adam says. “You can think about it, if you want. I don’t want you to feel –”

“Yes,” Matt says. “I – yes. I mean, if you’re okay with it, I’ll still keep the place in California. For when we’re up there?” Adam nods to him. “But, um. This will be. This will be home.” His eyes well up, deep brown pools. “Oh, no. Now I’m crying again.”

“Twice in one night?” Adam laughs. “Must be a record for Matt happy tears.” He leans down and kisses Matt again, gathering him in his arms. “And all I’ve got to do make a grand romantic gesture.”

Matt curls into Adam’s chest, yawning. “I love a grand romantic gesture,” he mumbles, body relaxing against Adam’s, “but I like it when it’s just us, too.”

And like that, Adam knows how he’s going to ask.

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