histórias de Alexgumuchian

Matt couldn't envision himself falling in love with anyone else but Alex - surprisingly, he's proven wrong as he looks out from their kitchen one morning.

Pink. That's all Matt can see is fucking pink. He thought the view was nice from the rented yacht they had parked in the nearby marina, but this was so much nicer.

Matt knows his cheeks are pink, but given he's practically holding Alex up as he fondles him under his button up, eyes looking up at him like he's the night sky, he's not exactly in a position to complain.

5 times Alex wanted Matt to get him pregnant + 1 time he did.

"Name's Matt, but people call me - well, used to call me Gravy, I guess." "Cool." Alex just wants to sob, go into the History wing and curl up in a coffin or behind a display case and weep. "I'm the museum nightguard, Alex." "Alex. Nice to meet you, big guy." Matt's smile doesn't fade, but Alex can see it dim a little, his eyebrows creasing like they used to when he was thinking a little too hard about something. "My best friend was called Alex."

It's always the same. Matt gets drunk, Matt calls him and he has to talk him down. He should hate it. He should.

"Please tell me the condoms that you carry in your wallet are not just the ones adorned with the American flag colours." "Normally they're neon pink, baby." "Do not call me baby."

He was truly alone, stranded in a city succumbing to the cold, with no way to know if his best friend (and so, so much more) was even alive. He couldn't live like this. He wouldn't live like this. He had to do something.

mood: aggressively smoking a cigarette in a spread eagle pose

In a city that isn't easy to hide in, Matt's managed to get by somehow. However, LA isn't a place for secrets and Matt's got one that threatens to upend everything he's ever worked for. [MPREG]

"Fix it." "No."

"So, question-" Ari's voice was deceptively casual, her legs crossed primly as she surveyed the scene. "Did you, by any chance, bite other kids at school?"

Matt receives a Christmas present just before he leaves to go spend it with his mother in Minnesota. Only problem is - he doesn't know who it's from, till he does.

He reached for the most nearby marker, something that was like forest green or whatever weird names they named colors nowadays, when suddenly - an idea hit him that made him put his mug down in fear of dropping it, grin returning full force as the idea turned in his head before it settled and made his mind up.

He's almost expecting to be pounced on as soon as he even cracks the door open, force of habit and all that - but instead of being crash tackled to the ground, nothing comes. Huh. That's a little weird.

"Hey, I wanna show you something, before we go home." "You already brought me dinner first, so I get if you want to get your freak on-" "Not like that, asshole."

Then, he felt it. Three distinct taps against his wrist, next to his belt. Looking down at his arm, Matt felt his long legs go all gooey, seeing it light up pink, his favorite color. The color he assigned to Alex, because he was his favorite person. (Or, Alex and Matt have Bond Bracelets.)

Matt's caught the plague (it's just the flu) and Alex wants to take care of him.

One song at a time. Two more songs. Just the outro...then, the world tilted.

For a fleeting moment, there was recognition, a flicker of something... was it guilt? Surprise? Before Alex could decipher it, Matt's face smoothed out into a practised, almost too-wide smile. He's determined to wipe it off Matt's face.