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Desperate Measures - also on AO3

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Adam's had it with Matt using his boo boo eyes and hair to flirt with everyone, so he makes him wait to get what he wants. It backfires.

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Written for the kinkmeme prompt, which probably didn't need to be posted anonymously since this feels like it screams me. Title from Desperate Measures by Marianas Trench, and I'm so excited I FINALLY have gotten to use this song for a fic!

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Adam first notices it when they’re in the hotel, for fuck’s sake. Matt catches the eye of the bellhop and bats his dumb fucking eyelashes up the elevator. It lasts until they get outside their room, when the bellhop drops Matt’s bags and stammers out an apology.

“It’s cool, man, I got it.” Adam glares at Matt, who tries the booboo eyes on him. Adam rolls his eyes.

“Are you sure?” the bellhop asks, looking between Matt and the bags.

Adam hands him a twenty. “We’re good. Sorry for the trouble.”

His eyes dart over to Matt with a little smile on his face. “It was no trouble at all.”

“Thank you,” Matt says, all moony eyed, and Adam has half a mind to grab him by the hair and yank him into the hotel room.

“Just get in the damned room,” Adam says, hauling all the bags in as he unlocks the door. Matt floats in after him.

“He was cute,” Matt muses, like he has no idea what he does. “Wish I’d gotten his name.”

“Why, so you could fuck up his head even more?” Adam asks. He chucks the bags onto the bed.

Matt tilts his head and starts playing with the ends of his hair. “What do you mean?”

Adam sighs. “You’re the worst.” He yanks Matt in and kisses him long enough to get Matt whimpery and needy, then pulls away.

“Wait, no,” Matt says, giant eyes searching Adam’s face. “Come back.”

“Nope,” Adam says. “You can wait until after Dynamite.”

Matt frowns. “Dynamite’s ages away.”

“Yeah.” Adam may be a cowboy, but he’s also a bit of a scientist and more than a bit of a dick, and he wants to know what Matt will do when he’s riled up and desperate.

Matt shifts and wiggles. “But we got the nice room and everything!” Matt whines Adam doesn’t think he’d be surprised if Matt stomped his foot. “That – we got the king bed!”

Adam shrugs. “You can wait until after Dynamite or you can get nothing at all.”

Matt’s eyes widen, and Adam thinks he might just be getting what’s going on here. Matt pouts, then licks his lips. “Nothing?”

Adam stares at him. “Nothing.”

~

Surprisingly the first person Matt runs into is Mox as they walk into the venue.

“Hey, douchebags,” Mox says, lighting a cigarette as he leans up against the door.

“You’re in the way,” Matt says. He flips his hair over his shoulder. “Move.”

“Nah.”

Adam decides to hang back and let it happen. Matt’s been bitchy ever since Adam told him he had to wait, and he’s interested to see how Matt handles it.

Not well, is the answer. Matt stalks up to Mox like he has anything on him, and Mox shoves him into the wall. Adam slides out of the way and watches as Matt blinks up at Mox.

“What, you’re not gonna defend your boy?” Mox asks, forearm across Matt’s chest.

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Now why on earth would I do that?” He nods to where Matt’s blinking up at Mox like the horniest baby cow on the planet. “He’s having fun.”

Matt’s cheeks turn pink.

“You are, aren’t you,” Mox laughs, leaning in a little closer. Matt’s eyes flicker over to Adam for the briefest of seconds, then back to Mox. He looks like he’s about to lean in for some sort of kiss, but then Mox steps away and laughs. “Fuck, Cowboy, you got a handful.”

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Adam says with an eye roll. “Jesus, Matt, you could be a little less obvious.”

“Hmm?” Matt mumbles.

Adam has to grab his shoulder and shove him into the venue after Mox steps aside.

~

“You’re, like, so strong,” Matt says, sitting on the table in front of Kris. Adam glances over from where he’s getting a cookie from the dessert tray. Matt’s actually swinging his legs. Adam laughs and shakes his head, and decides to watch.

“Thanks!” Kris says, beaming. “I had to work really hard to come back after the knee.”

Matt nods, all his attention on Kris, turning on the baby cow eyes. “And you’re a champion now,” he says reverently. He slides his hand to bump pinkies with Kris. “That’s, like, so impressive.”

Kris’ cheeks turn pink. “Thanks. That means a lot, from an EVP.”

Matt shifts so he can rest his hand on top of Kris’, and Adam might have to intervene if Matt keeps going. “I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

“I could probably squat you, easy,” Kris says. She puts down her fork. “Come here.”

Matt looks like a kid on their birthday when Kris straight up grabs him and throws him over her shoulders, squatting him like it’s nothing. Matt giggles, one hand on her bicep and the other on her waist as Kris squats like it’s nothing.

“Oh, my god,” he says. Adam’s pretty sure he’d swoon if he were standing. “This is –”

“Hey, Matty, we have to get ourselves back to get dressed.” He wraps a hand around Matt’s waist and hauls him off of Kris’ shoulders. He knew what the next two words were, and telling a coworker who is technically an employee that her squatting him is his fantasy might cross a line. “Sorry, Kris. You are cool as hell, though. Send me that squat routine.”

“Yes,” Matt says, nodding emphatically. “Please send it to him.”

Kris grins and giggles. “You two are cute. Come hang out with Best Friends some time, okay? Now that you guys aren’t mean anymore, I think Orange might forgive you.” She cartwheels away.

Matt turns to Adam, frowning. “Why’d you do that?”

“Because you were about to get inappropriate.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. Then he drops his lips closer to Matt’s ear. “God, you can’t even keep it in your pants at work. How shameless.”

He laughs at the whole body shiver that floods through Matt’s body.

~

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Adam mutters, dropping his forehead in his hand.

Yuta’s got Matt pinned up against the wall with a hand around his throat. “Say that again,” Yuta growls. “I dare you.”

He’s pretty sure nobody else would notice, but Adam can see the barest hint of an outline of Matt’s hard dick in his jeans.

Matt stares at Yuta with gigantic eyes, then flutters his eyelashes.

“Let him go, Yuta,” Adam says, prying Yuta’s fingers off of Matt’s throat. Matt whimpers, and Adam does not want him to reveal why.

“He told me I wasn’t tough enough for the BCC,” Yuta says, glaring at Matt. “Make him take it back.”

“He’s goading you,” Adam says, trying to push Matt away. “Matt, dude, take it back before Yuta kills you.”

Matt looks over at Adam like Adam’s stolen his candy. “Why?”

“Because you probably want to keep your head on your body,” Adam says. “Please, keep it in your pants when it comes to people who are actually lethal.”

Yuta lights up. “You think I’m lethal?” Then the rest of the sentence process. “Wait, keep it in his – oh.” His eyes widen, and he looks over at Matt. “I, uh. Really?” He gets a soft little smile on his lips and he reaches out to bump the back of Matt’s hand with his.

“Back away from my boyfriend before I kill you,” Adam growls.

Yuta looks Adam up and down, like he’s trying to decide if it’s worth the fight. He shrugs. “Alright. But you know where to find me.” He winks at Matt and Matt giggles.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Matt.”

Matt beams and slides his hand into Adam’s. “Yeah.”

~

Matt squeezes himself between Nyla and Claudio during a companywide pep talk right before the start of Dynamite. Adam counts how long it takes before Matt starts being inappropriate. He doesn’t even get to double digits before he starts playing with Nyla’s hair.

“Matthew, you fucking idiot,” Adam mutters. “HR is right there.”

“But I was just –”

“Nope,” Adam says. He grabs Matt’s arm and yanks Matt in front of him. “Not in front of the whole company.”

“But Nyla –”

“If you say she started it, I’ll make you wait until next week.”

Matt shuts up.

~

Adam watches, almost embarrassed, during the Bucks vs. Danny and Sammy match where Matt straight up caresses Danny’s face mid match.

“He’s really at eleven tonight, isn’t he?” Kenny mutters. “What’d you do to him?”

“How the fuck is this my fault?” Adam asks. “He’s the one out there, like, presenting on live television.”

Kenny raises an eyebrow. “Because I know you, and I’m pretty sure you’re doing one of the Matt experiments you used to do back in New Japan.”

Adam opens his mouth to argue, but very quickly realizes he has no defense.

“Exactly,” Kenny says, patting Adam’s arm. “Good luck, though, Dr. Frankenstein. Have fun with your monster.”

~

Matt comes offstage and practically drags Adam into the first locker room when he’s done with the match, kissing him like he’s dying for it.

“Uh.”

Adam breaks away only for Matt to go at his neck like a horny leech to see Luchasaurus and Christian staring at them blankly. He pokes Matt’s ribs. “Matt, babe, this is the wrong room.”

“Don’t care,” Matt mumbles against his skin.

“I care,” Luchasaurus says, sounding surprisingly affronted.

Matt pulls away and blinks, and it appears at least some sense starts to return to him. “Right,” he says slowly. He grabs the handle of the door and backs away. “Right. Sorry.”

Adam smiles apologetically and follows Matt out of the room.

“We need to go to the hotel now,” Matt says, tone as urgent as if there was a bomb they had to diffuse. “Seriously. I’m gonna do something stupid.”

“Working up Yuta wasn’t stupid?”

“Shut up.”

Matt works in a furious frenzy as he packs up his stuff in the EVP room while Adam casually puts his things together. He’s done before Matt, because he’s not running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.

He’s on his phone playing Tetris while Matt digs for a shoe when Nick comes in.

“Matt, where the eff did you go?” Nick asks. “We got backstage and you ran off. You okay?”

“He’s fine,” Adam says. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

Matt turns around, raising something black and blue triumphantly. “Found it!”

Nick looks between the two of them. “Yeah. Yeah, don’t tell me. I’d rather not be scarred today.”

Matt shoves the shoe into his bag and grabs Adam’s hand. “Come on, back to the hotel.”

“Later, Nick,” Adam says. “Don’t make any stupid choices like your brother.”

With a frown, Nick asks, “Does that imply my brother is making stupid choices, or that my brother is the stupid choice?”

“Yes.”

~

Adam sends up a quick thanks to the big guy that the cute bellhop isn’t working tonight, because Matt doesn’t get distracted the whole time through the drive, the lobby, the elevator, and the hallway. The door closes behind them and Matt’s hands are on Adam so quickly it feels almost impossible.

“Christ, let the door shut all the way,” Adam laughs. “So fuckin’ desperate.”

Matt whines, sliding his hands up Adam’s shirt. “I – yeah. Desperate.”

Adam licks his lips and grabs Matt’s hands, forcing them still. “Just can’t control yourself.” He shifts his voice a little lower, a little darker. “Can’t get enough of it, can you?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. Gotta – want your cock.”

“Not sure if you deserve it.” Adam puts his hands on Matt’s hips and pushes him toward the bathroom door. He turns Matt so he’s facing the mirror. “Look at that slut. Does he deserve to get fucked the way he wants?”

Matt bites his lip as he looks at himself in the mirror, considering the question so seriously Adam fights a smile. “Maybe?”

Adam laughs. “You tried to get it from so many people.” He trails his fingertips up and down Matt’s arms, drawing goosebumps. “Couldn’t wait for me. Maybe you don’t get it because you were so impatient.”

Matt’s lip juts out in the pout of the century. “I tried.”

“Not as hard as you should have,” Adam laughs in his ear. He grabs Matt’s hip, pulling him back against Adam’s own cock, which is already embarrassingly hard. “Mox, Kris, Nyla,” he presses a kiss to Matt’s neck in between each name, “Yuta, Danny, Claudio. And that’s only the people I saw,” Adam growls into Matt’s ear. He slides his hand into Matt’s hair and pulls it back to see Matt’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth fall open. “Who else did you whore yourself out to, huh?” He drags his lips across Matt’s cheek until he turns Matt’s head to meet his lips. Matt whimpers into his mouth, grinding his ass back against Adam’s cock. “Who else did you try to open yourself up for?”

“N-nobody else,” Matt gasps. “Only those ones. Only when you were looking.”

Adam laughs, harsh, as he moves his mouth away to bite at Matt’s earlobe. “Desperate and performing. As always.” He sighs. “Such a slut.”

Matt sighs at the word. “Mhm,” he murmurs. “Always. For you.”

“Any of them as good at is as I am?” Adam asks, sliding his fingertips into the waistband of Matt’s pants. “Any of them got a taste of what I got?”

“No,” Matt gasps, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. Adam slides his hands across Matt’s abs, up his chest to tweak nipples. “Nobody. Nobody like you.”

Adam hums in approval, rewarding Matt by sliding his hand down and cupping Matt’s hard dick through his sweats. Matt whines, hips pushing forward like he can’t stop himself, and Adam takes his hand away.

“You’re so mean,” Matt pants, dropping his head until Adam lifts his head to meet his eyes in the mirror. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You like it, though, don’t you?” Adam slowly pushes Matt’s pants down his hips, careful to make them catch on his dick. “You love it when I’m mean.”

Matt lets out a weird, wordless whimper, something drawn from deep within him, and it turns into a sob when Adam kneads his ass. “I do,” Matt whispers. “Fuck, I – I do.”

“Who do you belong to?” Adam turns Matt’s head so he looks into Matt’s blown pupils. “No matter who you go parade in front of, who do you come home to?”

“You,” Matt breathes. “Always, only you.”

“Good,” Adam laughs into his year. “Brace yourself on the counter, baby. And don’t you dare look away from that mirror.”

Matt nods, mouth still open.

Adam pulls the lube off the counter where he’d put it earlier today. He slides a finger in easy, always so easy, Matt is for him, and Matt cries out.

“Eyes open,” Adam snaps, and Matt obeys. “You take a finger so easy. Just like a whore to be so open about it.”

Matt whines, and it’s clear how hard he’s fighting to watch himself in the mirror. His eyes meet Adam’s in their reflection. “Please. Please, Adam, I want – only your cock, forever.”

Adam bookmarks that for later, because interesting, and slides in a second finger, scissoring to open Matt up further. Matt makes a choked off sound. “Yeah?” Adam asks. “That what you want? That what my good slut wants?”

Matt shakes his head. “No,” he gasps. “No, not enough, you know. You know I want you, Adam, I want you.”

He runs a third finger around Matt’s rim. “Yeah?”

Matt nods, and shouts as Adam slides the third finger in. He’s half sobbing in desperation now, fucking himself back on Adam’s fingers so relentlessly that Adam wonders if he could get off just watching it.

And he slides his fingers out without warning.

The noise Matt makes is almost a hiccup, and he glares, burning red, at Adam. But he doesn’t look away from the mirror.

“Good boy,” Adam murmurs, lips to Matt’s temple. “Look at you, following directions for once. What a good little slut.”

Matt nods, mouth so red and wanting that Adam has to turn his head to kiss him. He slicks himself up with one hand while he slides the other around Matt’s neck.

“Mine,” he growls into Matt’s mouth.

Matt pulls back, eyes huge and sweet. “Yours.”

He shifts Matt back to the counter. “Lean over, baby, you better hold on.” And he slides home.

Adam has been doing a damned good job of pretending the whole day wasn’t riling him up, wasn’t bringing him to the brink of sanity to fuck Matt in the middle of the ring. But now, feeling that slick heat clench around him, seeing Matt’s ecstatic expression, Adam finally admits to himself that he’s been just as desperate this whole time. He and Matt go a little wild with it, as he pounds into Matt without a second thought and Matt grips the counter with white knuckles.

“Don’t stop,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t you – give it to me like the whore I am.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Oh. Interesting.”

Matt nods. “I – I’m a slut, right?” He smiles at Adam in the mirror, but it falls away for a particularly devastating roll of his eyes. “So fuck me like one.”

Adam’s never been good at saying no to Matt, especially when he gets so gone that he’s swearing. Adam feels surrounded by Matt, his scent, his scorching heat, his noises, and thinks he could do this forever. Matt’s practically singing for him, from Adam’s name to desires for more to pleas to go harder. Adam does his best to oblige.

“Matt,” he gasps. “Matt, god, I love you.” He curls a hand around Matt’s hip and another around his cock.

“I thought you were being mean today,” Matt teases, grinning at him in the mirror.

“Can’t,” Adam whimpers. “Not now.”

Matt giggles and tangles his fingers with Adam’s at his hip. “I – god, so close – I love you too.”

Adam comes without warning, so hard his brain spins, deep within Matt. He has the sense to keep stroking Matt’s cock until he feels Matt’s cock spurt, hot and wet, all over his hand and the counter. He rests his head between Matt’s shoulder blades, coming down from somewhere near Neptune, and stays there until he can breathe steadily again.

“Did you mean it?” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Matt’s tanned skin.

“Mean what?” Matt asks. He wiggles so Adam’s cock slips out of him and turns so he’s facing Adam. “You know I love you.”

Adam looks up and smiles at Matt, at his wrecked hair, at his red face. “The forever part,” he murmurs, brushing a rogue lock of hair off Matt’s face.

Matt looks away for a second, then turns those absurd eyes back on Adam. “I did.”

“Good,” Adam says, grinning. He thinks he must look just about as wrecked as Matt. He turns them around to look in the mirror. “I think forever works for me.”

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Mini Playlist:

Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench

Take Me on the Floor - The Veronicas

Instigator - Kaci Brown

Mirrors- Natalia Kills