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And Matt listened. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on and followed Joe out to his car. There was no need for him to drag his bag along, he’d be back to training the next day anyway. 

Joe’s car was nice - really, really nice. Of course, the New York roads slowed their journey down immensely but it gave them a little time to chat. 

They arrived at the condo and Joe followed Matt up the path - he had a bit of an idea as to why he was in the front but he chose to hide his smirk. 

PlayBook || Matt Bomer

Joe licked his lips and little then shook his head “Nah don’t bother, it’s hot as fuck today and you know, with pecs like that you should show them off” he winked, placing his hand on the small of Matt’s back and steering him toward the exit. 

Joe had an audi convertible and drove it with the top down whenever possible. It was not the easiest thing to do in New York weather. Sometimes he cursed leaving the ever pressing Floridian heat behind but he wasn’t about to say no to double his salary and the opportunity to coach the Giant’s. Matthew looked good enough to eat, leaning back against his white leather seats, Raybans on his face, the wind blowing through his hair as Joe somehow managed to maneuver through the hellish New York traffic (yet another thing he missed about Florida). It didn’t take them long to get to Joe’s condo on the outskirts of the city. He couldn’t stand the idea of living in an apartment block in the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, although Matt had shown him some gorgeous pent house’s for rent, he loved his 2 story condo, with porch and back yard. He pulled into the drive way and parked. “Get your ass in that house” he smirked, patting Matt’s behind affectionately as the man stood. Joe soon followed him in, loving to watch him lead. 

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Matt’s eyes drifted down to Joe’s large arms. They were very impressive and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about them. 

And here Joe went again with the flirty thing. Matt was sure that the mad had to be at least bisexual; well, he was hoping. He definitely wanted in those pants. He merely shrugged to Joe’s comment, he couldn’t be too eager.

“Sure, should I bother to put a shirt on?” 

PlayBook || Matt Bomer

Joe chuckled, folding his large arms over his even larger chest.

“What would be the fun in that? Then I wouldn’t get to approach you when you’re shirtless and…wet?” he grinned, reaching out and ruffling Matt’s hair, sending droplets of water everywhere. “So…you’re clearly avoiding my question?” he grinned, “Are you coming…or not?” he said with a cheeky smile on this lips. “Because if you’re helpful and actually give me good feedback and not some bullshit then I can promise you there will be a pitcher of Margarita’s at the end of it for you” he winked.

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Matt had just gotten out of the shower. It had been a few months since he’d first managed to shower in those showers without thinking at least once about his first time with Alex. 

It had been a bit scary, the last couple of months. Their old coach left and Matt was a bit wary about his replacement. Was the new coach going to be alright with him being gay? He was goddamn lucky to have Joe Mangianello pick up the position. And he was darn handsome too. 

Speaking of, the man stopped him just outside the showers. Matt raised his eyebrow, amused. 

“You couldn’t have asked me before I showered?” 

PlayBook || Matt Bomer

It had been another great practice and the team had done Joe proud. They were well on their way for competing in the 2015 Super Bowl and the coach had no doubt in his mind they were gonna be victorious. His star player, Quarterback and all round MVP, Matt had most definitely impressed him today…both on and off the field. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander causally from his playbook to the gorgeous brunette whenever he was doing his stretches. He couldn’t believe how good an ass could look in those tight white pants but god he found it hard to conceal his erection in those loose shorts. He thank god silently that he was able to hold his clipboard in place to cover it. After the practice was over and the guys had showered and changed, Joe made a point of pulling Matt aside. “You free this afternoon boy?” he asked with a grin. “Because I have a couple new plays I want to run past you if you’re game?” God Matt most definitely was a sight to behold, especially since he was dripping wet from his shower. He pulled his eyes away from the glistening torso and met the younger males. “So?…” he waited impatiently for an answer.

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"It’s Matthew Fucking Bomer, Dad! I don’t believe it!" Saxon gasped, gabbing his phone and trying to snap a photo of the famous footballer. "Language!" Alex snapped, smacking Saxon upside his head for his cursing and general behavior. "Put your damn phone away!" Saxon knew better than to argue with his father, so he put the device back in his pocket. Malia had a look on her face which seemed like surprise crossed with annoyance. "Look it’s all very nice  meeting you like this and all but we have a flight to catch to Hawaii in an hour, I hope we won’t be delayed" Malia said to no one in particular. Alex shot her a look but James simply smiled his charming grin and assured her that her and her family would make their flight.  "Can I…talk to you for a moment…in private?" Alex asked softly, finally lifting his eyes to meet with Matt’s, God how he’d missed those beautiful blue eyes. He bit his lip when Matt nodded. He’d answer his family’s questions on how he knew Matt later. The security guard led him and Matt into the next room and thankfully left them alone. Alex smiled weakly at Matt but he knew he was in the wrong. "I tried to call you but your number just kept going straight to voice mail"  He muttered in some pathetic half-assed attempt at an apology. He knew he was in the wrong, he knew it was HIS fault this whole situation ended up the way it had. He had so much to say to Matthew and at the same time wanted to stay silent. He swallowed hard. "I’m sorry.." he murmured, taking a step closer toward Matt. He reached out stroking his cheek every so gently with his thumb "God I missed you so much" he murmured taking a step closer still their chests now pressed against one anothers "I NEVER wanted things to end up like this" 

Everyone's attention turned to the oldest boy at once when he took his phone out and exclaimed his recognition of Matt. However the man in question was less interested in that and more concerned about how to keep his composure with Alex here. When James took the initiative to reassure Alex's wife, he felt a wave of gratefulness wash over him. He'd been such a damn good friend. These past few months he would have been totally lost without him. 

His attention was captured by Alex speaking directly to him. His lips parted but no words came out so he merely nodded and allowed the security guard to lead them into another room. He shot James a look before disappearing through the door. He will definitely be questioned about this later. 

The next room seemed way too big and unbelievably small at the same time. Too bad because there was all that space for just the two of them, too much of it. It was too small because a part of Matt wanted to run away, put some distance between him and Alex because if he didn't... saying goodbye AGAIN would hurt twice as much as the last one. He was sick of goodbyes, the letter was supposed to be his last one but the universe seemed to have it out for him. He frowned as the man's words reached him, some sort of an apology. 

He couldn't help leaning into the touch on his cheek, it was involuntary really. He had no other way to compare it other than being starved and then having someone toss a candy bar at you - but just one. He'd craved the touch so tirelessly but in the end, it will all be gone - again. His eyes were closed and the next thing he could feel was Alex's chest against his. There was no way he could stop the red rising to his cheeks, he really hoped the other man couldn't feel his heart thundering against his rib cage. 

For about ten seconds he tried to gather all his willpower to try and step away, move away, leave the damn room and say goodbye to the man once and for all... For ten seconds, he struggled to force himself to do it but in the end, he flung his arms around Alex and clung to him, determinedly hiding his face in the crook of the man's neck and attempting to stop the tears but he couldn't. He wasn't strong. He was a weak, wooden cottage and Alex was a tsunami wave - with every hit, Matt could feel himself breaking.  

Fateful Meeting.

Everything was happening so fast before Alex even knew what was going on. In what felt like mere seconds, he, his family, Matt, James, Tim and Megan had been bundled into a back room by security guards. The small room suddenly felt far too claustrophobic and Alex wanted nothing more than to leave. Everyone seemed to have a confused expression on their face. Then a voice broke the silence.

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Matt... was doing okay. Ever since he'd decided he could not put the entirety of his life on hold because of one man he was doing a little bit better. It still hurt tremendously to think about his feelings for Alex but he felt that maybe with a little distance and time he could be okay again - completely and honestly okay. That was why he'd planned the trip. Meagan had announced that her and Tim were going to visit their parents in Texas. Matt was quick to jump on that idea. He talked to James and the man was more than happy to join the party. It was coming up to Thanksgiving so it only made sense to go home and spend some time with family, get himself some time to think and maybe meet new people. It would also give him a chance to chat to his parents face to face. He hadn't a chance to do that yet since his coming out. 

They had the same flight, first class because Meagan liked her luxury. Matt hadn't really minded, he would have happily gotten any tickets. It was just a plane trip after all. His sister was getting them their boarding passes, Tim went off along with her while Matt and James were left to mind their bags for a few minutes. 

"Are you okay?" James questioned placing the bags on the ground and looking at Matthew. The latter man had been looking at the huge boards with all of the flights on it. The airport was a busy place, the sound of people talking, baggage wheels turning and all sorts of beeps surrounded them from all sides. Matt smiled and nodded. 

"I'm fine. I haven't been home in a long time, you know." 

"Nervous?" 

He'd talked to his parents over Skype and over the phone. They were supportive of him, no matter what. They even said that they had suspected for a long, long time. Meagan had known apparently. Yet still...

"A little bit yeah." 

But that was as far as their conversation went because Meagan and Tim were back, boarding passes in hand. They picked their bags up and began heading for the appropriate queue. Matt was deep in thought, his eyes fixed somewhere ahead on him when suddenly he was thrown off his feet by someone smacking into his back. He fell backwards, his hands dropping his bags and flying behind him to secure him somehow. Before he knew what was happening two strong arms were pulling him up and pulling him in closer. He glanced up and his mind spun.

"Alex..." 

The man let go of him and only then did Matt bother to look around, right as the camera flashes went off, blinding him momentarily. He looked down, feeling really bare and.. lonely. He wasn't meant to feel his arms around him ever again. 

While the whole commotion went down, James had found a security guard who'd called for back up. One of the guards ushered both Matt and his companions as well as Alex and his family away from the scene while the other guards attempted to block off the reporters and other noisy people. They managed to get them into a room off the side somewhere. The guard muttered something about being back in a second and left. 

Matt didn't dare look at Alex again. 

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"Come on! I swear to god if you make us miss our flight there will be HELL to pay!" Malia hissed at Alex as he tried his best to lug all his, her and their three children’s luggage out the back of the taxi at JFK airport. "Do you want to stand there and yell at me to hurry up or do you want to let me do my DAMN job!" he growled, practically throwing the last suitcase on to the trolley "Just take the kids and get our fucking boarding passes!" he snapped as he pushed the trolley as fast as he could into the departures lounge. Trust Malia to think it was a smart move to travel the day before Thanksgiving. Lion was crying, Spike was whining about being hungry and Saxon was bitching down the phone to his girlfriend who apparently was on the verge of breaking up with him because he refused to come to her house for Thanksgiving dinner this year despite the fact that he and the rest of his family were travelling to Hawaii to spend Thanksgiving with Malia’s family. Something Alex was dreading. He didn’t understand why they had to go through this every year, pack up all their shit and drag his whole family to the tiny fucking island. Why couldn’t Malia’s parents come here for once?! There was no use trying to fight it. He’s tried and and family many times with Malia simply threatening to go without him and leaving him to spend thanksgiving alone.  He was in the worst possible mood and as soon as he heard the click clack of her heels stamping away from he took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. “Fucking hell” He growled as he had undoubtedly picked the trolley with the shittiest of wheels which would not for the life of him drive in a straight line. “Dad come ON!” Saxon snapped as it had now appeared by SOME miracle that his wife had manged to check them in before Alex had even pushed the luggage up to the check in desk. “COMING!” he yelled, trying his very best to make in through the crowds. He was looking ahead, not really making sure to control the trolley any more simply pushing forward as fast as he could. This is when that fateful moment happened. Everything happened in slow motion, the way things feel when you have a car crash, or a gun pointed at you. Alex had managed to ram the card in to the back of some poor unsuspecting mans legs. The guy, obviously in pain had toppled backward onto Alex’s trolley, sending all the cases crashing to the floor. Before Alex’s brain had time to register the situation his eyes locked onto Matthew. He jumped down, wrapping his arms protectively around the younger males waist and pulling him up against his chest firmly. “Are you okay?!” He asked worriedly running his fingers through Matthew’s hair looking into his big beautiful blue eyes “I’m so sorry” he muttered. He swallowed hard and wished the world could just stop moving around them but it was too late. People were stopping, they were staring, pointing, when they realized who Matthew was and that he was now in the arms of a man. Alex looked around, letting Matt go straight away but it was too late, as if from no where, there were camera’s flashing, people recording videos on their cell phones, his own son yelling his name shaking his head in shock. He span around only to see his wife carrying his baby in her arm, and a crying toddler on her hips. He swallowed hard and stepped away from Matthew “I’m sorry…” he whispered, his arms dropping from the man as if he were a white hot poker. 

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James Frey, A Million Little Pieces

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[Text -> Alex]

Alex: Matthew...I love you. Please let me see you.

Matt: Please don't say that

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"Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta love me harder

And if you really need me, you gotta love me harder Love me, love me, love me Harder, harder, harder”

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I've waited a hundred years...

I'd wait a million more... for you.

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Ellen Hopkins, Perfect

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[Text -> Alex]

Alex: I know it's not and I'm sorry...I just miss you so much. Come on let me come over. I want to kiss you so badly.

Matt: Alex...

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[Text -> Alex]

Alex: Maybe...maybe I don't want to say good bye.

Matt: You know it's not right

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[Text -> Alex]

Alex: Well I'm glad you've accepted who you are. That's very brave of you...I wish I were that brave. I miss you a lot....can I see you again? Please...

Matt: Alex.. Every time I see you I have to prepare myself for saying goodbye to you.. again.

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Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You