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~ 1 - First Meeting ~
The first time he and Matt meet, Alex wants to climb him like a tree. They had been hearing each other's voices for months though phone calls and the internet - but goddamn does his mouth (and dick) water at the sight of a tall blonde with a backpack waving him down eagerly, all sunglasses and blue eyes. If Matt was a girl, he would totally kick it, but fuck it, even if he isn’t a girl, he still would and the thought is side effect inducing.
“Fuck, dude.” Alex stands, looking at him as he swings a golf club like it’s nothing, Alex almost imagining the feeling of being swung by those long arms, before he has to shake himself out of his stupor. There’s a time and place to be horny and that was not fucking here. “Any girl you get to dick down is going have like, the tallest fucking babies in the known universe. You’re gonna make future NBA starters, my man.”
Matt, to his credit, just laughs, his smile blinding and making Alex’s heartbeat feel like it’s in his stomach, kicking away as he looks over at him. “Gotta find someone to put up with me first, bro. If they can handle my personality, they can handle a kid.”
Alex pretends he doesn't feel that down in his core. He also rubs a hand subconsciously on his side before he catches himself and straightens up. Back to work.
(He actually gets Matt a hookup that night because he’s nice like that, but it takes all his willpower not to imagine Matt’s hands all over him the same way.
He also pretends that his hips aren’t aching like something was in between them and they wanted to be held as he laid in bed at home.)
~ 2 - Sharing A Bed ~
He wakes up to a pair of lips on his forehead, which is a little disorienting, but one look over to his left and it’s easy to see where they are coming from. He and Matt are in a hotel, sharing a bed because it saves money and they’re like, really close, so it isn’t the worst idea. Matt is physically imposing, but in bed, he makes the perfect big spoon and Alex can’t help but cuddle up.
He tries not to laugh as Matt goes in for a second sloppy kiss, the arm around his chest tightening as he’s clearly in the midst of dreaming about a make out session or something, but he doesn’t take stock of the fact that it’s causing…other problems. In other places. Okay, fuck, he’ll admit it. Matt’s making him wet.
It’s been happening for a while now, a slowly blooming problem over a couple of years that he's been fighting against since he’s first taken stock. Matt’s good looking, anyone with eyes can see that. He also has a voice that could send you into a frenzy, but given he fixed the parts of him that would react to that kind of stuff a long, long time ago - it shouldn’t be a problem.
Emphasis on shouldn’t.
Matt also makes his stomach flutter, which is a new feeling he’s not used to either. All of this is to basically say Alex kindasortamaybe wants his best friend to rail him, but given Matt’s as straight as a fucking arrow, there is no way in hell that he would ever do that so he just smacks Matt’s arm lightly to wake him - teasing him about afterwards.
(Matt seemingly is mega embrassed about the whole thing, but also can’t stop looking at Alex’s lips the whole time they talk about it.
“Was she hot at least?” Alex had to ask. “Yeah, she was.” Was all Matt offered back.)
~ 3 - Tour ~
They start kissing for reals on tour. It’s a bit that lands, makes the fans go insane and all that and boosts their revenue stream wise and concert wise - but he’s starting to find it tiring. Too much to handle. He thought he could control it, but it’s clear his body is completely on board with trying desperately to get Matt to knock him up.
If he thought the idea of Matt a couple of years ago railing him was a bad call, breeding him was an even worse one and his lack of ability to not fucking function is starting to affect him on tour. Worse of all, Matt notices.
“Hey? You okay?” Matt asks him one night as they’re in between states in the tour bus, an arm over his shoulder despite Alex being quite far away. Damn long arms.
“Yeah?” He didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, not to sound so vulnerable, but he realizes his mistake when Matt leans forward, fingers ghosting his arm, making a noise in his throat. “Are you sure, dude?”
Alex can’t look him in the eye and flinches when he feels Matt’s fingers suddenly lift from the seat and push his face in his direction. They stare at each other for a long ass time before Alex, insides twitching and unable to take the scrutiny, looks away again. “God, stop fucking looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Matt’s voice remained steady.
“Just-“ Alex’s face feels like it’s red and a check in one of the mirrored surfaces finds it slightly pink. “-nothing. I’m going to bed, sorry.” He moves to get up, but finds himself yanked back down by his wrist, confusion flooding his features before Matt’s in his lap and his head’s spinning. “Matt, what-“
Then Matt’s kissing him again, without the stage lights and the screaming fans this time.
(Turns out that both him and Matt have a similar streak for being Down Bad with each other and not saying anything about it. Matt’s also good in bed, touché.
While Alex just figures it’s because they share the same brain cell, he doesn’t complain as he dozes off, head on Matt’s chest in his tour bunk as the bus rolls down the highway to it’s next stop.)
~ 4 - Home ~
Matt’s new house is amazing. It’s in the hills, surrounded by others, but with a really nice view. Given he’s been renting for so long, the newly discovered relief of pressure of a landlord hovering over him seems to have done him good. Or at least, it looks like it has when Alex finally sees him, standing in the doorway looking just completely at ease. It actually makes his knees weak.
Of course, they are still only a few months into their LDR, so Matt is courteous enough to give him his own space in one of the guest bedrooms, which warms his heart and sends a spark down somewhere deep. Of course, the bedroom won’t get used unless it’s like an emergency or something, but it’s nice all the same.
He doesn’t bring much when he stays with Matt, mostly clothes and some basic shit - Matt and him usually go out to eat or cook in the kitchen. Now Matt’s kitchen is his own, he finds that he’s itching to explore it, so that he knows it almost like he knows his parents house. It feels…homely, domestic. He never thought he would ever find anything that affected him in that way.
He’s just putting away his sweats and stripping out of his shirt when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stares. Ever since he was a teen, he had worked out so his body looked the way he wanted it to - health issues and all that aside. He doesn’t hate looking at himself anymore, which is a good thing, but finds himself wandering towards it to stand in front of it, hands reaching up from his pockets to palm his abs thoughtfully.
That’s where Matt finds him, towering figure coming up behind him and sliding his own hands over his, dropping a kiss in his hair.
(“Having girly thoughts again?” Matt’s voice rumbles from behind his ear, concerned. Matt’s never been tactful about his dysphoria, which he’s eternally grateful for.
“Little bit.” He leans back into Matt’s chest, sighing. “Just imagining what I would look like loaded up with your freakishly tall offspring.”
“We can always arrange that.” Matt whispers cheekily, tapping his fingers and he just rolls his eyes. “No thanks, I want a few more years of being hypersexualised by the internet before my insides get ruined.”
They both laugh at that one.)
~ 5 - Vancouver ~
They’re back visiting Vancouver when it finally happens.
He’s just gotten his green card after being married to Matt for almost 3 years and while LA has become his home, BC will always be where his heart is. Matt seems to know this well, as he just stands back and lets Alex run wild, friends and family welcoming them back to the city that housed him and where he started from.
Considering they can now travel without getting in too much trouble, they find themselves at Alex’s sister's house with the rest of Alex’s family, eating and drinking and having a good time. His family always makes Matt and his Mom feel welcome and it makes his insides flutter. Another reason they’re fluttering right now is seeing Matt with his nephew, the little boy shrieking with laughter as Matt, cheeks slightly flushed from a few drinks, runs around with him on his shoulders in the small backyard as the sun sets.
It’s almost as sudden as a backhand how much he suddenly wants that. Matt, in their garden in LA, with their son or daughter on his back. They’ve talked about it, obviously given they’re fucking married and that’s like, normal talk and shit - but it’s another thing for him to suddenly feel empty and wanting to be painfully, heavily full to the seams. It’s also sudden how the realisation comes that they can do that - they’re not touring right now, Matt’s last album gave them a cash boost and his own music is doing okay. They could do this.
He tells Matt the same when they’re in bed that night.
(“I want a baby.” He can feel Matt’s arms tighten around him as the question hits and when he doesn’t respond, looks up at him, chin in the dip of his chest. “Matt?”
“Really?” Matt looks a little too emotional and suddenly, he is as well. It’s a lot to think about - for him especially as he’s almost sure he wants to do it, but all those thoughts fade into a hum of background noise when he meets Matt’s eyes in the dark and sees them on a smaller face. “Fuck yeah.”
Matt grins, all soft features and awe. “When?”
“Whenever you’ve got it in you, redwood.”)
~ +1 - Beach ~
It was worth it. All the shit he went through was absolutely fucking worth it for this moment right here as he holds up the phone camera, taping Matt as he holds Felix up under the arms to boost him up to his cake they have somehow managed to get down onto the sand without getting any on it.
Sure, the now one year old put him through hell - he was laid up in bed for most of the end, back spasms crushing and stomach issues also not helping. He also couldn’t use a studio for months, so it certainly almost would have driven him insane if Matt hadn’t been there. He’s also there when Alex is on the verge of losing himself, body aching and completely spent in their bathtub at home, lips pressed to his ear. “He’s right there, c’mon sweetheart, you got this.”
“I- fuck, I can’t-“ His own voice sounded like it was in a tunnel and he’s so tired. He just wants to close his eyes and be done with it, they can pull this kid from him, wake him up later when it doesn’t hurt like he’s dying - but Matt just kisses his head and holds his hands like he has the last 40 minutes and lets him moan, voice horse as the pain spikes and his gasps, breathless, before there’s nothing and he can hear Felix, suddenly in the world, gurgle and start to cry. It’s only fitting he cries too.
Now, at almost 3 feet tall and dwarfing most toddlers that come across them, their little blonde haired, blue eyed boy (“Just like you-” Alex had sobbed when he was cradling him against his bare chest, all 7 pounds of him, as Matt’s snotty nose wipes into his shoulder. “-he’s just like you.”) giggles, as light as the ocean air, as Matt helps him blow out his candles before grinning sheepishly as Felix sticks his hand into the cake without warning.
Honestly, he can’t find it in himself to be that mad and just rolls his eyes fondly before having to take off a second later as Matt picks their son up and runs after him, looking like two lunatics and a baby on the beach as they chase each other before collapsing - his cheek smeared with drool and sandy icing. A victory.
(“Still think we can handle another one?” He asks Matt as they lie on their towels under the SoCal sun, Felix passed out on Alex’s chest, shielded, protected, loved.
Matt just turns to him, his eyes brighter than even the stars of Hollywood Boulevard. “If you're in, I’m in.”
He knows how this goes now - knows the look in Matt’s eyes spells trouble. “Save it for after the tour. I do not need to be on a tour bus throwing my guts up before going full pinball on stage. Nor throwing away our wardrobe budget. Management will kill both of us.”
“Aw.” Matt pouts, but relents, propped up on an elbow and smiling down at them. “Could be cool though, seeing you out there on stage, bump out for the bros.”
He can’t help but laugh hysterically, almost making a scene before quieting down, attempting not to wake their son. “Don’t tempt me.” His voice is soft as he leans his head back, looking up at him. “I love you.”
Matt’s face says it all. “Love you both too.”)