Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Title: Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Summary: This one might be heaven-sent, Matt, so don't screw it up!
Disclaimer: The only thing here that is mine is the plot. I do not intend to besmirch any actual people, whom I also don't own. The title belongs to Nat King Cole from "Orange Colored Sky."
The first sense awake on Matt's body was the one that felt pain. He groaned loudly and opened his eyes, but it was his inner ear which benefited. He was twisted up tightly in a blanket, perched precariously over the edge of the bed; he wouldn't be trying to go anywhere, anytime soon. He turned his head to look over at Brian, and saw that the other man's body was holding the blankets up: therefore, he was holding Matt up. With a simple yawn and turn, however, Brian had released the sheets from under himself, and Matt plummeted to the ground.
"Ow!" he roared when his shoulder, face, and hip hit the floor. He started unraveling himself from the blankets and Brian peered over, now awake.
"What happened?" Matt looked at him incredulously. "Oh. Need help?"
"Nah, I'm all set." Matt fought out of the blanket tomb, and stood up.
"OK," Brian said. He sat up, yawning and stretching. Sunlight was trying to creep into the room around the cracks of the blackout-style blinds. Brian helped it by opening them way up. "You hungry?" he asked with his back still turned. Matt formulated an answer while watching the muscles helping Brian back to a sitting position, legs hanging over the side.
"A bit, yeah."
"Well, I don't have anything to eat... that's edible. Where do you want to go? There's a Denny's, an IHOP, and a few diners on this block."
"Do you like Panera?" Matt asked.
"It's a bit pricey, but yeah." When Brian stood up, Matt felt his body work on its own. He moved forward and pressed against Brian, kissing the other man gently, not daring to open his mouth. Pulling away, he smiled. "My treat," Matt insisted.
"Oh, alright," Brian said in mock disappointment.
They got dressed - Matt borrowed some clothes - and didn't bother showering. Once loaded into Matt's car, Brian leaned over and gave Matt a nice peck on the cheek. "It sounds cheesy but..." Brian blushed and trailed off. Matt looked at him, wondering if the rest would come. "I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you."
Matt chuckled. "I wanted spare change the moment I saw you," he joked. Brian snorted and rolled his eyes, opting to stare out the window.
The line at Panera was non-existent and they breezed through with their orders. When they finally sat down, Brian opened up the conversation.
"So, what do you have lined up for the week?"
"No idea yet. I've finished most major projects, and with the slow-down, I don't expect a busy week. Office jobs are just waiting, waiting, waiting."
"For Godot?"
"What?"
"Nevermind," Brian said, shaking his head.
"Well, what about you?"
"I work at the toll booth Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And late shift Tuesday through Friday at the restaurant."
"Which restaurant?"
"Hooters."
Matt almost choked on his tea. "What?"
"I'm a chef at Hooters."
"Always thought you had a nice chest."
Brian kicked him under the table. "Anyway, I have several potential clients for my business."
"Need some advertising?"
"No, I need a graphic designer. My web page sucks."
Matt smiled. "I know a few. In fact," he said, feeling excited suddenly, "one of the employees who got laid off recently had a degree in graphic design! I still have her number. She probably needs a job at the moment anyway."
"That's perfect," Brian said sincerely. "What was your degree in?"
"Just advertising. I did it on a design-you-own-major program."
"Really? I didn't know they had those. Where?"
"Well, I started at UCLA, but I finished at UC San Diego."
"Wow, that's impressive. I never finished college. I was going to start in the Musician's Institute and work my way to Berkeley or something fancy like that," Brian said. His tone had gotten progressively somber.
"You still have time," Matt slowly assured him. Brian shrugged in a not-so-confident way.
"I've kinda fallen into the pit of working to survive. I was just dicking around, taking everything for granted, and then dropped out when I felt that working was more worth my time." He paused, and took several large sips of his drink. "It's been a few years... and I think I've smartened up a bit, but it's too late."
Matt shook his head. "You still have time."
Brian sighed. "Maybe so, but it's going to be a long time before I can make up for all my mistakes."
"Which mistakes?" Matt asked in a lowered voice. When there was no immediate response, Matt felt like he'd made a horrible slip. Eventually, after a few awkward moments of silent pondering or choosing careful words, Brian cleared his voice and spoke in forced level voice.
"I got involved with what I thought would be a wonderful woman." He twirled the fork in his right hand, while he stared off into the table. "She seemed so supportive of me at first, with my decision to drop out of school. I felt confident that I could be financially stable without even an associate's degree... she fed that illusion with all sorts of wonderful ideas. Those were lies." He cleared his throat again, and took a shaky breath. "We got married." Matt worried when Brian's eyes started to glaze over a little. "At first it was fantastic. We could both make due, and we lived in a small house in a quiet neighborhood. She got pregnant, and quit her job. I told her it wasn't a problem, because I would gladly provide for her. That part, at least, was true."
"Brian, if it's too painful, why don't we wait until-"
"Until what?" Brian's tormented gaze met Matt's eyes squarely, and Matt felt like he was the loser. "In any case, I lost a lot of money, but my wife just kept spending and spending. I was all but destitute when she filed for a divorce last year. After that, I was bankrupt. I had to live off of friends for a while, and now I'm beginning to pick up the pieces." Brian wiped his eyes before the tears could fall.
Matt swallowed hard. "Did she take the child?" Brian nodded in a slow, timeless way, and it felt like Matt's whole world was shaking. "Do you want to leave the restaurant?" Brian nodded again, and Matt gave him the keys to go to the car while he cleaned up.
The two men were silent when Matt started the car. However, Matt couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.
"Where is she now?"
"Wyoming, with her mom's family." Matt was surprised by the fairly cold and unemotional response. "You know what? Let's just go to the mall." Matt agreed without a so much as a peep.
There was a parking space close to the building, and Matt got the weirdest sensation of alienation. Maybe it was the icy front Brian had up, or the fact that he was only now self-conscious about being unclean.
Once they'd gone several steps, Brian warmed up, and chattered away excitedly about all the nice clothes they saw. Matt let him talk mostly, adding in things like, "That would look good on you," or "Yeah, this store is way over-priced." In the back of his head, Matt made note of some of the pieces that he thought would be especially good as presents.
"When's your birthday?" Matt asked innocently as they entered Spencer's.
Brian grinned. "July. Hey, look! Dildos!" he said loudly, earning glares from disgruntled parents accompanying teenagers. Matt covered his face with his hands automatically... and walked into a display. He blushed, and slinked along after Brian, who was now on to fart machines. His nose was wrinkled, and he had the cutest little smile on his face, giggling as he made the noises unabashedly. Matt couldn't stop his own grin, or stifle a laugh.
After spending a while in that store, Brian led Matt out to the new pet store. The smell of animals took over their nostrils, and Brian was freaking out over all the little gerbils and hamsters. Matt looked at the reptiles disinterestedly, and waited as Brian made his rounds to all the animals available.
"Matt, c'mere," Brian called from behind tall shelves of pet food. Matt made his way to the source of the voice, and he looked at what Brian was pointing to. There was a little white Maltese sleeping peacefully in its cage. On the door, there was a paper about the dog. Matt read it, and then looked at Brian's wistful expression. "I guess someday..." There was a tone of finality to Brian's voice, so Matt didn't ask where the rest of the sentence was.
They drove to Matt's house, at Brian's request. It was past lunch, and they managed to scrape together a cold pasta meal out of the food at the back of the pantry. During the meal, both were silent. Matt looked over several times and saw Brian surveying the small dining space with a keen interest. This, of course, brought a nervous churning to Matt's stomach.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked. Brian moved his eyes to see Matt, but didn't turn his head.
"Oh, just looking."
Matt nodded as if the answer would suffice and went back to his meal. But it bothered him. "Why?"
Brian smiled, "I mean no offense, but it's as if you just moved in. How long have you been here?"
"About two years," Matt responded flatly.
"You should've hired an interior decorator or some shit..."
Matt shrugged. "Wasn't worth the effort."
Brian scoffed. "Well if you won't do it, I will!" With that exclamation, he stood up and went into Matt's living room. He came back with a few pieces of paper and a pencil. When he was seated again, he pushed aside his plate, and started writing.
"What are you doing now?"
"Making a list."
"Of what?"
Brian looked up. "All the things that I'm taking care of."
Matt cleared his throat. "What's on the top of the list?" he asked in a suggestive voice.
"Silly boy," Brian said, patting Matt's cheek in a joking manner. Matt couldn't suppress his chuckle, and watched helplessly as Brian drew up plans for a change Matt knew he personally needed. Of all times, it hit him hard then: Brian's a father. It may have been strange, but that had a magnetic affect on Matt, calling him closer to the man.
Brian stood up after a short while, and walked out. Matt didn't even ask, but followed nonetheless. When Brian came to a stop in the spartan living room, Matt read over his shoulder as notes were jotted down. "Curtains," "Lamps," and "small touches" were a on the top of the list.
"You know, I've been thinking about repainting," Matt offered. He could see the smile stretching around Brian's face, and a sudden tenderness permeated Matt's whole body. He snuck his arms around Brian's waist, and kissed the man's cheek gently. Brian's only response was a nuzzle, but Matt could live with that. He read Brian's writing, and followed him around in his own house, not minding the lack of control he had on this situation. In fact, he found it very endearing. Every moment he breathed in Brian's scent, he felt himself softening.
When the last room had been examined, night had fallen, and Matt called out for Chinese. They sat on Matt's couch, waiting for the delivery to show up. Before they knew it, their kisses were getting heated, and they were pressed so damn close that they thought they were melting into one. It was eyes-closed, breathless, and passionate; whimpers and small moans filtering out from their little world and into the bigger, colder reality. They pressed closer, tight-locking their lust into a small space, reveling in the heat and sweat they were grinding out.
The doorbell rang, and Matt rolled off the couch, kissing Brian who was still holding his hips. He was panting when he opened the door, and the transaction was a blur. He probably had a hard on, but all he could think was Brian Brian Brian...
The second the door shut, Matt tossed the food into the kitchen, and made his way back to his lover. The feeling for more was persistent, and Matt had a feeling that a handjob or a blowjob would not be enough tonight.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Summary: This one might be heaven-sent, Matt, so don't screw it up!
Disclaimer: The only thing here that is mine is the plot. I do not intend to besmirch any actual people, whom I also don't own. The title belongs to Nat King Cole from "Orange Colored Sky."
The first sense awake on Matt's body was the one that felt pain. He groaned loudly and opened his eyes, but it was his inner ear which benefited. He was twisted up tightly in a blanket, perched precariously over the edge of the bed; he wouldn't be trying to go anywhere, anytime soon. He turned his head to look over at Brian, and saw that the other man's body was holding the blankets up: therefore, he was holding Matt up. With a simple yawn and turn, however, Brian had released the sheets from under himself, and Matt plummeted to the ground.
"Ow!" he roared when his shoulder, face, and hip hit the floor. He started unraveling himself from the blankets and Brian peered over, now awake.
"What happened?" Matt looked at him incredulously. "Oh. Need help?"
"Nah, I'm all set." Matt fought out of the blanket tomb, and stood up.
"OK," Brian said. He sat up, yawning and stretching. Sunlight was trying to creep into the room around the cracks of the blackout-style blinds. Brian helped it by opening them way up. "You hungry?" he asked with his back still turned. Matt formulated an answer while watching the muscles helping Brian back to a sitting position, legs hanging over the side.
"A bit, yeah."
"Well, I don't have anything to eat... that's edible. Where do you want to go? There's a Denny's, an IHOP, and a few diners on this block."
"Do you like Panera?" Matt asked.
"It's a bit pricey, but yeah." When Brian stood up, Matt felt his body work on its own. He moved forward and pressed against Brian, kissing the other man gently, not daring to open his mouth. Pulling away, he smiled. "My treat," Matt insisted.
"Oh, alright," Brian said in mock disappointment.
They got dressed - Matt borrowed some clothes - and didn't bother showering. Once loaded into Matt's car, Brian leaned over and gave Matt a nice peck on the cheek. "It sounds cheesy but..." Brian blushed and trailed off. Matt looked at him, wondering if the rest would come. "I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you."
Matt chuckled. "I wanted spare change the moment I saw you," he joked. Brian snorted and rolled his eyes, opting to stare out the window.
The line at Panera was non-existent and they breezed through with their orders. When they finally sat down, Brian opened up the conversation.
"So, what do you have lined up for the week?"
"No idea yet. I've finished most major projects, and with the slow-down, I don't expect a busy week. Office jobs are just waiting, waiting, waiting."
"For Godot?"
"What?"
"Nevermind," Brian said, shaking his head.
"Well, what about you?"
"I work at the toll booth Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And late shift Tuesday through Friday at the restaurant."
"Which restaurant?"
"Hooters."
Matt almost choked on his tea. "What?"
"I'm a chef at Hooters."
"Always thought you had a nice chest."
Brian kicked him under the table. "Anyway, I have several potential clients for my business."
"Need some advertising?"
"No, I need a graphic designer. My web page sucks."
Matt smiled. "I know a few. In fact," he said, feeling excited suddenly, "one of the employees who got laid off recently had a degree in graphic design! I still have her number. She probably needs a job at the moment anyway."
"That's perfect," Brian said sincerely. "What was your degree in?"
"Just advertising. I did it on a design-you-own-major program."
"Really? I didn't know they had those. Where?"
"Well, I started at UCLA, but I finished at UC San Diego."
"Wow, that's impressive. I never finished college. I was going to start in the Musician's Institute and work my way to Berkeley or something fancy like that," Brian said. His tone had gotten progressively somber.
"You still have time," Matt slowly assured him. Brian shrugged in a not-so-confident way.
"I've kinda fallen into the pit of working to survive. I was just dicking around, taking everything for granted, and then dropped out when I felt that working was more worth my time." He paused, and took several large sips of his drink. "It's been a few years... and I think I've smartened up a bit, but it's too late."
Matt shook his head. "You still have time."
Brian sighed. "Maybe so, but it's going to be a long time before I can make up for all my mistakes."
"Which mistakes?" Matt asked in a lowered voice. When there was no immediate response, Matt felt like he'd made a horrible slip. Eventually, after a few awkward moments of silent pondering or choosing careful words, Brian cleared his voice and spoke in forced level voice.
"I got involved with what I thought would be a wonderful woman." He twirled the fork in his right hand, while he stared off into the table. "She seemed so supportive of me at first, with my decision to drop out of school. I felt confident that I could be financially stable without even an associate's degree... she fed that illusion with all sorts of wonderful ideas. Those were lies." He cleared his throat again, and took a shaky breath. "We got married." Matt worried when Brian's eyes started to glaze over a little. "At first it was fantastic. We could both make due, and we lived in a small house in a quiet neighborhood. She got pregnant, and quit her job. I told her it wasn't a problem, because I would gladly provide for her. That part, at least, was true."
"Brian, if it's too painful, why don't we wait until-"
"Until what?" Brian's tormented gaze met Matt's eyes squarely, and Matt felt like he was the loser. "In any case, I lost a lot of money, but my wife just kept spending and spending. I was all but destitute when she filed for a divorce last year. After that, I was bankrupt. I had to live off of friends for a while, and now I'm beginning to pick up the pieces." Brian wiped his eyes before the tears could fall.
Matt swallowed hard. "Did she take the child?" Brian nodded in a slow, timeless way, and it felt like Matt's whole world was shaking. "Do you want to leave the restaurant?" Brian nodded again, and Matt gave him the keys to go to the car while he cleaned up.
The two men were silent when Matt started the car. However, Matt couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.
"Where is she now?"
"Wyoming, with her mom's family." Matt was surprised by the fairly cold and unemotional response. "You know what? Let's just go to the mall." Matt agreed without a so much as a peep.
There was a parking space close to the building, and Matt got the weirdest sensation of alienation. Maybe it was the icy front Brian had up, or the fact that he was only now self-conscious about being unclean.
Once they'd gone several steps, Brian warmed up, and chattered away excitedly about all the nice clothes they saw. Matt let him talk mostly, adding in things like, "That would look good on you," or "Yeah, this store is way over-priced." In the back of his head, Matt made note of some of the pieces that he thought would be especially good as presents.
"When's your birthday?" Matt asked innocently as they entered Spencer's.
Brian grinned. "July. Hey, look! Dildos!" he said loudly, earning glares from disgruntled parents accompanying teenagers. Matt covered his face with his hands automatically... and walked into a display. He blushed, and slinked along after Brian, who was now on to fart machines. His nose was wrinkled, and he had the cutest little smile on his face, giggling as he made the noises unabashedly. Matt couldn't stop his own grin, or stifle a laugh.
After spending a while in that store, Brian led Matt out to the new pet store. The smell of animals took over their nostrils, and Brian was freaking out over all the little gerbils and hamsters. Matt looked at the reptiles disinterestedly, and waited as Brian made his rounds to all the animals available.
"Matt, c'mere," Brian called from behind tall shelves of pet food. Matt made his way to the source of the voice, and he looked at what Brian was pointing to. There was a little white Maltese sleeping peacefully in its cage. On the door, there was a paper about the dog. Matt read it, and then looked at Brian's wistful expression. "I guess someday..." There was a tone of finality to Brian's voice, so Matt didn't ask where the rest of the sentence was.
They drove to Matt's house, at Brian's request. It was past lunch, and they managed to scrape together a cold pasta meal out of the food at the back of the pantry. During the meal, both were silent. Matt looked over several times and saw Brian surveying the small dining space with a keen interest. This, of course, brought a nervous churning to Matt's stomach.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked. Brian moved his eyes to see Matt, but didn't turn his head.
"Oh, just looking."
Matt nodded as if the answer would suffice and went back to his meal. But it bothered him. "Why?"
Brian smiled, "I mean no offense, but it's as if you just moved in. How long have you been here?"
"About two years," Matt responded flatly.
"You should've hired an interior decorator or some shit..."
Matt shrugged. "Wasn't worth the effort."
Brian scoffed. "Well if you won't do it, I will!" With that exclamation, he stood up and went into Matt's living room. He came back with a few pieces of paper and a pencil. When he was seated again, he pushed aside his plate, and started writing.
"What are you doing now?"
"Making a list."
"Of what?"
Brian looked up. "All the things that I'm taking care of."
Matt cleared his throat. "What's on the top of the list?" he asked in a suggestive voice.
"Silly boy," Brian said, patting Matt's cheek in a joking manner. Matt couldn't suppress his chuckle, and watched helplessly as Brian drew up plans for a change Matt knew he personally needed. Of all times, it hit him hard then: Brian's a father. It may have been strange, but that had a magnetic affect on Matt, calling him closer to the man.
Brian stood up after a short while, and walked out. Matt didn't even ask, but followed nonetheless. When Brian came to a stop in the spartan living room, Matt read over his shoulder as notes were jotted down. "Curtains," "Lamps," and "small touches" were a on the top of the list.
"You know, I've been thinking about repainting," Matt offered. He could see the smile stretching around Brian's face, and a sudden tenderness permeated Matt's whole body. He snuck his arms around Brian's waist, and kissed the man's cheek gently. Brian's only response was a nuzzle, but Matt could live with that. He read Brian's writing, and followed him around in his own house, not minding the lack of control he had on this situation. In fact, he found it very endearing. Every moment he breathed in Brian's scent, he felt himself softening.
When the last room had been examined, night had fallen, and Matt called out for Chinese. They sat on Matt's couch, waiting for the delivery to show up. Before they knew it, their kisses were getting heated, and they were pressed so damn close that they thought they were melting into one. It was eyes-closed, breathless, and passionate; whimpers and small moans filtering out from their little world and into the bigger, colder reality. They pressed closer, tight-locking their lust into a small space, reveling in the heat and sweat they were grinding out.
The doorbell rang, and Matt rolled off the couch, kissing Brian who was still holding his hips. He was panting when he opened the door, and the transaction was a blur. He probably had a hard on, but all he could think was Brian Brian Brian...
The second the door shut, Matt tossed the food into the kitchen, and made his way back to his lover. The feeling for more was persistent, and Matt had a feeling that a handjob or a blowjob would not be enough tonight.