What. The. Fuck.
That was all Alex's train of thought was right now.
What. The. Fuck .
"You okay, man?"
Alex blinked slowly from where he stood as Matt, opposite from him, raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses when he was still quiet - he could most likely hear Alex's brain rebooting, but still, shit he looked so fucking good .
Alex already knew that the video would be Starsky and Hutch themed from the moment they conceived the song and Alex also knew shamelessly deep down that them playing 70's era cops would be kinda hot, but he didn't imagine, nah, couldn't even dream this.
Matt's hair is just, just long enough that it isn't a full blown mullet, but not a perm either with all those curls. Coupled with the half buttoned white shirt, the tight blue jeans and the brown leather jacket, if Matt had looked at him right, Alex would have been on his knees in an instant.
Now that's a weird thought.
…Okay, not that weird. It's not like Alex hasn't thought about going down on Matt before. Ever since he met the guy 2 years ago over DM's before fully seeing him in person, Alex has realized two things.
1, he's totally bisexual and 2, he may have the hots for his new best friend. His new best friend who happens to be almost 7 foot tall and may have dried Alex's mouth out when they shook hands and then hugged the moment their eyes met.
It's going to be another one of those shoots again.
Alex has to take several breaths internally, trying his best to make it look like he's hyperventilating, before he just shakes his head and grins, tongue swiping his teeth in an attempt to look less stunned. "Holy shit man, you look fuckin' fire."
It's worth the way his heart stammers when Matt smiles wistfully at the compliment and his hand settles on his hip, his thumb in one of his belt loops. It makes Alex choke on his spit, disguising it as a cough that thankfully doesn't have to be explained away as hair and makeup come to stake their claim on him.
Thankfully, the urge to suddenly be pinned down by his best friend goes away by the time they start filming, so he takes it as a godsend that Matt seems to not have taken much more notice of his minor fuck up from earlier and all they do between takes is laugh a which is as good for Alex's soul as it is for his eyes, because Matt's a fucking pretty sight when he's happy for his eyes.
It's a little later on in the afternoon when everything starts to spiral.
As if the universe wasn't fair already, Matt's gone and unbuttoned the shirt all the way for a take and Alex almost doubles over when his cue to get out of the car comes when he notices. He manages to make out that he's just tripped and they go again, but he can't look at Matt in the eye during the next couple takes till the shirt is done up again.
He almost folds himself in the makeup chair to rock in place silently when they take him back into the room they've set everything up in, trying to shake the image of the dark hair above Matt's underwear line that he wanted a more up close look at, but realizes a little too late that Matt's behind him, arms stretched around Alex's collarbones and mouth too close to his ear.
"Hey." Matt's grin is teasing and Alex can feel his insides melting, slightly blurred by his glasses being off to the side on one of the tables.
"Hey yourself."
"You got a minute, man?"
He should say no. He should lie and say the makeup girls aren't done with him, but it doesn't come out that way. "Sure, what's up?"
"Follow me outside?" Matt's arms leave him and he shivers involuntarily at the loss of contact, but ever the button for punishment, he stands anyway and trails behind the latter as he leads him out of the building.
Ducking his head, Matt and him walk side by side before they stop in front of the brown Gran Torino they had gotten management to hire specially for the shoot and Alex turns to Matt with questions, some of which get answered when the taller man holds up a set of keys and ushers him towards it.
Knowing better than to ask questions, because Matt is just that kind of dude, Alex goes to slide himself into the front passenger seat when Matt grabs his hand out of nowhere, blocking him from opening the door and pining Alex against the car with his leg. "Nope."
Alex made a low noise in his throat, eyebrows drawn and panic gripping his senses as he looked up at Matt. "What do you mean "nope"? Come on man, why you acting so weird?"
Matt seemed to lighten up a fraction at that, a tell behind his features that made Alex think that he was wrestling with something behind the scenes, but it's replaced with what he can only describe as an insistent look the next minute to hide it. "Can you just…get in the back instead? Please?"
Alex blinked once, twice, then nodded. Sure, weird, but he'll play along. The backseat isn't exactly comfortable, but he fits enough and when Matt slammed the door shut, he was left to wonder what the fuck was going on.
He doesn't have to wait long.
Matt opens the back door with a sigh and slides in next to him, shutting it with a thud that echoes in the quiet alley. The space is tight and Alex can feel the heat of him, smell the faint scent of his cologne, something spicy and familiar that makes Alex's stomach do a somersault. Why is he so nervous? "So what did you wanna talk about, man?"
Matt turns to him, looking serious and Alex honestly thinks he's in for some self doubt on Matt's part that needs to be washed away, something he's done plenty of times before, but before Alex can even process his next move, he's leaning in, pressing their foreheads together, his breath warm and sweet on Alex's skin. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispers, and then, without waiting for a response, he kisses him.
whatthefucwhatthefuckwhatthefuck
At first, it's gentle, giving Alex plenty of time to escape, but when he doesn't, it turns demanding and hungry, and it punches a gasp out of him that Matt swallows down. He feels Matt's hand come up to cradle the back of his head, his fingers tangling in Alex's hair and pulling him closer, before Alex finds himself flipped onto his stomach, Matt's mouth gone and the leather seat squeaking against his clothing with a groan with Matt's hand controlling his head.
Before he can even try and get a handle on his thoughts, he feels a spare hand slide under his shirt, the roughness of the leather jacket brushing against his skin and his heart thumps hard in his chest as it finds purchase on Alex's hip. "M-Matt?"
"Yeah, it's me, baby." It's barely a murmur, and Alex feels the hand under his shirt tighten it's hold on him and pull him closer, grinding into his ass slightly, and oh, oh no, he's definitely turned on and that's a whole can of worms that Alex is not prepared to deal with.
He tries to push against the hand at first, but it doesn't budge. Instead, it starts to move in slow circles inside his boxer hem, making his knees wobble underneath him. He's pretty sure he's about to explode (or wake up from whatever fucked up dream he's having right now) and he tries to kick his legs, finding them pinned by the latter's body again and the seat console as he tries to say something like 'what the hell' but instead it comes out as "Matt, seriously, stop fooling around, we're on a fucking shoot-"
"Don't care." Matt's voice is breathy and deep and Alex feels his throat close, drool collecting in one of the dips of his cheeks that is now being cradled by the hand that was formally pulling his hair now around his throat, thoughts racing as his body betrayed him by making his dick hard, the friction from the console making him let out an 'uh' sound and flutter his eyes in response when Matt shifts him that definitely doesn't bode well for him. Oh god.
This was seriously one screwed dream - if Matt walked in on him sleeping in the makeup chair right now, popping a hard on or worse, he would never live it down. His friend group would receive pictures and videos within hours. He needed to wake up, that being easier said than done as his face was turned to face Matt's. "What the fuck is this right now, Hauri?"
"This is me shooting my shot, Gumuchian." Matt says it so simply, with a rasp that makes Alex's knees quiver, like he isn't totally just fondling him in the back of the car, breathing back near his ear again. "Couldn't keep watching you look at me like I was ruining your life."
"What?" Alex tries to laugh, but it sounds more like a whine, and he's pretty sure he's not dreaming because this shit is too good to be true. Matt's hand on his hip shifts, sliding down and then up, brushing against the fabric of his crotch, and Alex's breath catches.
"You heard me." The words are hot against his neck, sending shivers down his spine as Matt's nose bumps into it, his hand still holding his jaw in place. "Couldn't let you keep looking at me like that when I wasn't going to make it true. Thought you had a problem with me. Pissed you off somehow. Couldn't even look at me in the face during this whole shoot."
The last part is teasing again, like just before and it lights Alex's blood on fire as shame floods his cheeks, breaths coming quicker from his lungs. He's frozen at the revelation, his eyes wide, feeling Matt's hand move again, slipping back into his hair, tilting his face up.
"Look at me, Alex." Matt's voice is low, but it's a command that Alex can't ignore. He makes a small noise that seems to make Matt's hips flinch before he raises his eyes to meet Matt's and what he sees there makes his heart race even more. Matt's eyes are boring into him and his mouth grins when their eyes meet, devilish and completely unhinged.
"Hey there, partner."
This isn't a dream. Oh shit, this isn't a dream and despite knowing that, Alex wants so badly to tell him to fuck off. The cheek of the asshole, leaning into his accent like that. Instead, he makes a reedy sound through clenched teeth, the flush from earlier now angry across his cheeks and making Matt laugh, feeling the rumble against his back.
"Ooooh, so scared." Matt mocks him right then and there and normally, Alex has a creative streak for insults, but instead, it knocks him into a stupor that makes his brain whine and scratch like a soundboard as Matt's hand moves to his waist, both hands on his hips now, wrapped around them like he's going to shoot through the ceiling. "Keep resisting, baby, it's kinda hot watching you try and fight it."
He could leave, Matt's literally created the perfect opening for him to take off, laugh it off later and then shut himself away in his apartment later tonight and freak out, but his body doesn't move, just sags against the front seats. "Please."
Matt's smile gets bigger, a fucking Cheshire cat, and then his hands on Alex's hips finally move, manhandling him until he's half lying across the backseat. Alex can feel his breath down his spine as he unbuttons Alex's pants, before he stops for a second and shifts him again, until he's splayed, upper body across the middle console enough so he can't be seen and lower body putty in Matt's hands as he leans down, putting his weight on him.
"Don't make too much noise, okay? Don't want them to know we're out here." He says, the words sending a cold shiver down Alex's spine because fuck, that's hot, and Alex nods, unable to find his voice because he's pretty sure if he opens his mouth right now he'll just start begging and the last thing he needs is a lecture from the director or worse.
Matt kisses his cheek, murmuring "So good for me." before he pulls Alex's pants down, exposing his dick and balls to the summer air and stale 50 year old carpet that's probably not seen a dicking down since it was first brought off a showroom floor. He's only got a moment or two to adjust to that reality, before he hears Matt hack and spit before a zipper is opening and- oh fuck, Matt's inside of him.
It's big and hot and Alex can't help the way he arches into it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the tip breaches his hole with a painful pop, and it's all he can do to hold onto the console not to scream. "Fuck, you're tight." Matt says, his voice rough and it's all the warning Alex gets before he's pushing in more, the smell of gasoline and dusty leather mixing with the smell of sex as Matt's hand wraps around Alex's dick, stroking him off in time with the gentle thrusts he's making.
Alex, unable to make any real commentary, just bites his lip to keep from making any sound, eyes squeezed shut and small, quiet noises leaving him as he tries to deal with the sudden onslaught of pleasure that's rushing through him, because he's never felt so fucking good in his life. He's pretty sure that his brain cells are dying off as he's being fucked into oblivion, his body writhing underneath Matt's, his own hand leaving indents in the fabric of the car seat as he moans. "Oh fuck, shit, oh my god…"
"You're a goddamn dream, Alex. You know that?" Matt kisses between his shoulder blades, bottoming out as he does so, making Alex's body act like it's been tazed. "So perfect, baby."
Alex's teeth clack together as he nods, his body tightening around Matt's cock, begging him for more even though he's already giving him everything. It's like a fucking symphony of sensations and he's the conductor except he's lost his baton. Or in his case, he's lost his glasses from being railed, but that's not the point. "M-Matt, please, don't-don't stop. It's so good, oh my fuck-"
Matt's grip on his hip tightens and the pace increases, the leather squeaking beneath his knees as he starts to piston in and out of Alex's tight hole, his breaths hitching with every thrust. It's everything Alex ever dreamed of and more, but the fact that it's actually happening is making it ten times more intense than he ever thought possible. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels himself getting closer, the hand on his dick tightening and speeding up, matching Matt's rhythm. "Matt, I'm gonna-"
"Come for me, baby, come on, show me how much you like it," Matt's voice is a commanding whisper, his teeth digging into Alex's shoulder, and that's all it takes for Alex to lose it. He cums with a muffled cry, his spine arching and his hips bucking back into the other man's, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Matt, seemingly on the same wavelength, makes a breathless noise from behind him before Alex's stomach becomes warm both internally and externally as he's filled inside and patterned outside, Matt falling against him as they slide in a collapsed heap back into the back seat fully.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before Matt pulls out and Alex's body feels cold and empty without him. He can feel the stickiness of their combined release on his skin, and his knees are definitely going to be bruised tomorrow, but right now he couldn't give a fuck. That was the best thing that's ever happened to him, and he's pretty sure he's floating until he feels a hand on his face.
Matt's thumb wipes away the drool from his chin and the taller man's smiling down at him, looking way too fucking proud of himself. "You okay?"
Alex nods, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I-I'm good."
Matt laughs softly and kisses the side of his head, the stubble on his jaw scraping against Alex's skin. "You're more than good, baby. You're fucking incredible."
Alex's cheeks heat up even more at the compliment, and he turns his head slightly to look at Matt, who's now buttoning up his own pants, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of his orgasm, voice shaky. "We should get back before they think we took off."
Matt nods, but doesn't move immediately, his hand lingering on Alex's cheek before finally dropping it. "You're right, we should."
They sit in the aftermath for a few seconds longer, before Alex finally pushes himself up, wincing a bit as his knees protest. He quickly tucks his shirt in and pulls up his pants, trying to ignore the stickiness between his legs and the way his body is still singing with pleasure. When he looks up at Matt, he's smoothing his own hair back into place with a wink.
"Ready?"
Alex nods, trying to play it cool as he fumbles with the door handle. They both get out of the car and walk back to the set, trying to look as if they haven't just had a quickie in the alley.
The air outside feels like it's charged with something new, something that makes Alex's skin tingle. The way the sun hits Matt and the way he struts back in, it's like watching a scene from their own music video. He'll feel the same when they see the full cut. The crew is too busy to notice their slightly dishevelled appearances, which is a small mercy. They slip back into their roles without a hitch, finishing up the music video shoot with the same ease as before, though now every shared look feels electric.
There's also a voice in the back of his head that says he's getting railed again in the back of a car the first moment he gets Matt alone.
It's no longer a weird thought.