Alexgumuchian Stories

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.

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.

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"Fix it." "No."

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 remembers that they were dancing. That's the last memory he has of him, permanently stained to his eyelids. Permanently lost in the flow of time.

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.

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.

Alex finds out that Matt likes him in certain types of clothes. Specifically, Matt's clothes.

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

When Matt looks at him in a way that suggests that he doesn't want him to leave LA, Alex feels some strange feeling all the way up to when he's standing at the airport he can't shake.

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]

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.

In all fairness, Matt thought he was over that phase of his life. Turns out all that therapy really wasn't that helpful as he's currently straddling Alex on the ground, lips locked and eyes wide, realizing exactly what the fuck he is doing. Oh god, Alex is going to *hate* him.

Nothing. Still nothing. No texts, no email, no ridiculous voice note in Alex's signature playful drawl. That worries him, like /really/ worries him.

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

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

"You're making me uneasy, staring at that thing." "Well, I used to be a cop, remember? Some things just don't leave you."

It's true that Matt makes sure that Alex is thoroughly entertained when he comes over to his house - this time, however, all Alex can see is black silk and red satin, the window dangerously close to not taking his weight as he watches Matt and Ari inside.