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Third Person POV
Mattia quickly posts the Tik Tok to his main account, awaiting the incoming comments not believing him.
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His hands shook as he nervously typed out a message to Alejandro on his phone, asking the Costa Rican boy to come over.
Though initially quite reluctant, due to their current situation, Alejandro eventually gave in.
Mattia waited impatiently, the video playing on loop in his mind. He had promised Alejandro that no one would find out, that he just sent the video to Mike.
Yet somehow, the video was leaked.
It now filled the boys timeline, feed, for you page, and any other stream of social media he used. He couldn't find a way around it. A way out of it. The continuous loop.
The video, stained red with Mattia's lights, had been leaked. Luckily, the boys had enough sense to deny everything. Even their friend's believed them.
"It was a video on HouseParty! I was giving my arm a hicky!" Alejandro had said to thousands of people on his live.
"I was on facetime with Mike, y'all are dumb if you think anything else." Mattia had choked out on his own live, denying the relationship with his bestfriend.
Though both boys knew the truth.
And Mattia was terrified.
He was scared that Alejandro would hate him, end what they have going on, and not hesitate to leave him behind. He couldn't bare the thought of that. He hadn't said it out loud yet, but he was so fucking in love with Ale is was dangerous. He would do or say anything to see him smile. Sadly, Mattia was correct.
Ale was very angry.
Alejandro burst through Mattia's door, the handle smacking against the drywall with a loud bang. Alejandro was angry, to say the least.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly with his short angry breaths, the sweat on his forehead from the walk to Mattia's house glistening slightly. Alejandro wore a plain black t-shirt, black joggers, and his AirForce's. His hair was windswept and curly, Mattia's favorite.
"Hey Ale." Mattia responded from his position on his bed, laying on his back with his arm up behind his head. Alejandro looked over at Mattia, more like glared at him.
"Don't fucking 'hey' me. What the fuck, Mattia?" Alejandro asked angrily, folding his arms across his chest. Mattia sighed, sitting up. He ran his hands through his wet hair, having just showered. Mattia stood up, Alejandro seeing his appearance for the first time since he had arrived.
Dammit.
Mattia wore black adidas jogger, his feet covered with white long socks. His chest was exposed, his gold chains hanging simply over his prominent collar bones. His thick black glasses graced his features.
Why did he have to be attractive?
Alejandro was angry when he had arrived, but after looking at Mattia, he couldn't feel any anger towards him.
Mattia walked towards Alejandro, his hands in his pockets. He was ashamed, and scared. He didn't want to lose Alejandro over this.
"I'm sorry Ale, I don't know what happened." Mattia started, cutting himself off with a sigh. His hands came up to his face as he rubbed it tiredly. It was very apparent that he hadn't slept and was very distraught. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb, signifying his distress.
Mattia was incredibly stressed out, not just about the video of his boyfriend sucking his dick, but he was afraid he would lose him. Mattia had just gotten better, he didn't want to be bad again. Mattia's eyes watered, which he quickly hid by rubbing his eyes intensely.
Fuck. Ale knew what that was. Mattia was trying not to cry.
Alejandro sighed loudly, his arms falling to his sides.
"Fuck you for being so fucking cute bro." Alejandro muttered angrily, stalking up to Mattia and roughly wrapping his arms around Mattia's neck. Mattia froze as Alejandro hugged him, not knowing if he should reciprocate it or not. He didn't know how mad Ale was.
"Hug me back you weirdo." Alejandro said after a couple seconds, trailing his hand up to the back of Mattia's head and pulling his face down into his neck. Mattia sighed and wrapped his arms around Ale's waist. Ale planted soft kisses against the skin of Mattia's neck, trying to soothe the taller boy. Mattia sighed again, moving his hands down to Ale's thighs as he picked him up, walking over to his bed and laying down with him.
Ale was laid on top of Mattia, arms still around the taller's neck. Mattia's hands played with the hem of Ale's shirt, ghosting over the skin of his sides.
"I can never fucking stay mad at you." Alejandro whispered, lifting his head so he could look at his boyfriend. Mattia's hands slowly went further into Ale's shirt, rubbing against his sides and back comfortingly.
"I'm so sorry baby." Mattia sighed, lifting his head up and kissing Ale's forehead. He really was sorry, he hadn't known what had happened. He would never do that to Ale.
"God dammit Mattia, why are you so fucking perfect?" Ale asked rhetorically, laying his head back against Mattia's warm chest. He listened to the steady heartbeat, lulling him to sleep. Mattia tightened his arms around Ale's waist, hugging him closer. Mattia leaned down to the top of Alejandro's head, kissing his hair.
"Far from it, my love." Mattia whispered, pulling the blanket over Alejandro and himself. With assurance that Alejandro didn't hate him, and wasn't going to break up with him, Mattia finally closed his eyes and went to sleep. For what seemed like the first time in a week, with his boyfriend sleeping soundly in his arms.
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Word Count: 962
Heyyy guys, this is just basically me getting rid of old drafts that i don't remember writing. This was supposed to be an angry smut one I think? I can't remember and I felt soft today so here's some major malejandro fluff. We love to see it❤️
Also this is incredibly short so I apologize in advance. Or just apologize bc this is at the end? Idk, just roll w it.
