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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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