firstly, congrats on your BA! that's so awesome! if you're taking prompts, for Leon/Matt: maybe Leon gets jealous when someone's flirting with Matt in front of him, and Matt's completely oblivious till Leon decides he's gonna do something about it. thank you!! and really, congrats again!
Thank you! Took me long enough to get a degree so it’s a little bewildering that suddenly I do 😂 (and honestly, the whole ~covid situation doesn’t help, everything is weird and idk man I really loved my BA so I guess I’ll miss it).
Anyway, I wrote this so it fits in with the ‘verse for die Blümchenkrone (on ao3). in other words, Matt is a menace and Leon is hot for him. Still. He doesn’t understand it either.
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In hindsight, maybe they should have discussed this.
The thing is—Leon doesn’t expect it. Not the girl sidling up to Matt, smiling coyly as she twirls a curl around her finger, and not the sting of jealousy in his chest, immediately turning him off his beer.
Matt hadn’t called this a date, either, and he smiles back at the girl as he offers to sign something.
Leon’s jaw goes tight and he wonders what he can do. Maybe tell the girl they’re eating—which is true enough, their burgers are hot in front of them, just delivered—or that Matt is taken—which is equally true—but
He doesn’t want to cause a spectacle.
She continues to talk and flirt while she fishes something from her purse, and the pain in Leon’s chest continues to grow, aching until he presses his ankle to Matt’s under the table.
Matt shoots him a quick look, a soft smile, before turning his attention back to the girl.
Christ.
Leon clears his throat and the girl finally notices him, for the first time it seems. Like Matt had come here for her, swallowing up his entire focus, and Leon—god, he doesn’t like this side of himself, but maybe there’s nothing wrong with wanting some of your more-than-a-fuckbuddy’s attention while out on not-quite-a-date.
“Sorry,” he tells the girl. “We’re about to eat.”
“Oh,” she says, frowning a little. “I just wanted to tell him I like his hockey.”
Leon manages a smile. Maybe. Judging from Matt’s barely concealed laughter, it’s closer to a grimace but at this point he doesn’t care.
“Here you go,” Matt tells her, signing her phone case with a flourish. That sharpie isn’t his own either—it must be the girl’s.
“Are you doing anything tonight?” she asks, slipping back into flirtation. All that’s missing is her blowing large pink bubbles and Leon wants to barf at the thought. “Or anyone, of course.” She winks, too, fucking hell. Leon’s had his share of female attention but never like this—and never while out with—
Well. They certainly haven’t defined what they’re doing, they’re not-quite-anything—but Matt’s leg presses more firmly against Leon’s when he tells her, “Sorry, doll. I’m taken.”
Her face drops. The frown she directed at Leon earlier is back, like she’s offended that Matt dare see someone else. Then she huffs and storms off, and Matt smirks at Leon.
“Was that jealousy?” he asks, trailing the tip of his toe up Leon’s calf, to the back of his knee. Leon shivers.
“No,” he says.
Matt hums. For a second, Leon thinks that’s that, but then Matt’s grin turns dirty. “I think it was,” he says, lowering his voice. “I think you feel possessive of me. And I think that’s hot as all fuck.”
Leon rubs his forehead, sighs. Matt is still looking at him because—because he reads Leon like a book, and it’s flattering that he’s into all of it, but he knows this isn’t the end of it and they’re in public and, sure enough—
“Want you to mark me up tonight,” Matt continues between bites of his burger, like it’s nothing at all, like this doesn’t make Leon’s ears flush hot. “Show me how much I’m yours with your mouth and teeth.” Another bite. “And your cock.”
Leon shudders. He’s pretty sure his burger’s gone cold by now and he’s honestly not that hungry anymore.
“Maybe we should go home,” he proposes. “Now.”
Matt’s eyes light up with glee. “No,” he says, and slides his foot even further up Leon’s leg.
Fucking damnit.
