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Smut prompts 66 + MattLeo

thank you for requesting the boys they make me happy! also I know you got some of my babbles about this but it really is soft for no good reason except for the fact that they are soft. also it wasn’t supposed to be this long but it’s 2k so........ I’m sorry?

66. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.

There was something about finding someone again, picking up almost right where they left off and continuing the almost they'd had so many years before. It was something without a name, a warmth that filled a space where Leo didn't even realize he was cold. And, when one date finally turned into more, and plans expanded beyond dinner and a movie, he felt everything else in his life shift and settle back into place around it.

Going out with Matt once a week didn't mean he had to give up any part of his job, or his friendships, or even change the schedule he'd set up for his weekly sessions. It was just another piece of normalcy that fit so easily into the life he'd built for himself, and he liked it - he liked the happiness that it brought, he liked not being alone for another night every week, he liked the new routine, even when it had variances.

While their first few dates since their reunion had been dinner and an occasional movie, and then a walk during one of the afternoons when Leo's school was on break, and then seeing a play put on at the local community theater, they all ended the same way. They enjoyed their time together, bid goodbye, and went back to their respective apartments alone. It wasn't like their first, the one back at the Academy, the one where he got to see how his date lived and be invited into his space, the one where he'd spent every day up until they left for the Bus regretting not leaning in for a kiss when he had the chance.

( and he knew he should give that copy of Gatsby back, the one that was on some shelf somewhere among his things, but he never had time to search for it, or forgot to look when he did, or saw it for just a second and then it was gone again when he went to grab it on his way out the door )

He supposed that had to change some time, if things between them were going to continue. Even if it was easy, Leo knew it couldn't stay on the surface if he wanted to keep this happiness in his life. Every relationship developed beyond the surface, whether intentionally or otherwise, or it fizzled out, faded, disappeared into the abyss that was everything else in his past. And a part of him wanted to hold onto this, this warmth and happiness that had added to everything he'd clawed for, because it was easy. He wanted something that didn't take a fight or a sacrifice, and the universe had dropped that into his lap.

After so long, the impossible happened. One of the many things that he'd given up for his life in SHIELD had come back to him, and he didn't want to give it up again just because he was scared. So, when he was invited back to Matt's apartment after one of their dinners together, he accepted with only a moment of hesitation.

It must have been noticeable, and he regretted that even before the words reached his ears. "Or we could see if there's anything playing at the theater down the street, but I think we saw everything that looked good, already. Or we could, uh..." Matt closed his mouth and frowned, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "We could just end the night...?"

"No." Leo didn't hesitate, this time, shaking his head and reaching for his date's hand. "No, it's still early, isn't it? But... my place is right down the street, if we want to go there, instead? I probably have fewer movies, if we really wanted to do anything, but, uh... I have board games? And cards? And documentaries?"

The smile that he could see on his companion's face made the anxiety building in his chest fade, and warm fingers found his - not quite taking his hand, but he didn't need that. The reassurance that he could relax was enough. "I don't think I've ever seen how a teacher lives when they're not in the public eye. Promise it won't completely wreck my perception of the American education system?"

With a small smile of his own, Leo shook his head again and let his shoulders relax. "As long as you don't mind a bit of clutter, it shouldn't be too scarring."

Matt, as it turned out, didn't mind clutter at all, or the fact that he still had a few dishes in the sink that needed to be scrubbed and put in the dishwasher, or the pile of shoes by the door, or the guitar that had made a home out of the corner of the living room. Even Leo himself hated his mess sometimes, something that Craig was trying to get him to work on - it was a normal thing, especially on his bad days, and he could always take care of it when a day came around that he had the energy. Remembering that was always harder to do on the bad days.

When they moved from the entry and into the main room, where he had half filled shelves of books and things along one wall, the first thing he did was move toward the kitchen. "Can I get you anything? I have tea, milk, juice, water, maybe something with bubbles, if Tommy didn't steal it when he came by the other day..."

"Water is fine, thanks. Do you mind if I take a look at your... book pile?"

The comment was made in reference to the stacks of books that had made it onto the shelves but hadn't been organized, piled on top of and next to each other. Leo made a mental note to try to fix that on his next day off, if only so he wouldn't be so embarrassed to have someone over who wasn't Thomas. As it was, his cheeks were pink, and he was trying to remember what all was even on the shelf so he knew if he should put a stop to it. "Go for it."

He slipped into the small kitchen quickly, getting two glasses from the cabinet for cold water. Based only on how his body was reacting to the first minute and a half of having someone over, he was going to need plenty of it. Taking a sip before filling his own glass to the top again, he tried to relax until he heard a gasp from the next room, stepping over to investigate the cause.

When he got there, he was greeted by the sight of Matt with a book in hand, something thin and worn and something he recognized even from the other side of the room. Gatsby, right where he didn't think to look with the rest of the meager collection of books he had. "You just weren't going to give this back? Or were you waiting until you had time between grading lab reports to read it?"

"I've read it," Leo argued quickly, shaking his head while his cheeks flushed a brighter shade of pink. He wished he had his water, then, if only because he felt so warm - between his blush and the jacket still on his shoulders, he was sure he was going to start sweating, which was the last thing he wanted to do in current company. "I just forgot where I put it."

"It was on top of the pile."

"It wasn't directly in front of my face, so it doesn't exist."

He got a knowing look in response, and Matt kept the book in his hand while he crossed the room to stand in front of him. "So, you did finally read it. Do you have any thoughts on it? Or should we find a way to put the movie on so we can revisit it?"

Leo shook his head, making his eyes follow the book instead of the man holding it while he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I reread it, when I moved, before I got my job? And I don't reread anything, so... I think it's safe to say I enjoyed it."

There was a beat of silence between them, and when he risked a glance toward Matt's face, he saw a light in his eyes that he was sure he hadn't seen there before, ever. They'd been on almost a dozen dates, talked about all kinds of things, but even the first time they'd discussed the novel, when they'd seen the movie together a lifetime ago, the light there hadn't been so bright. "So, just to be clear... you not only read the book I forced you to borrow, but you liked it, so much that you read it a second time? You actually liked the book I recommended?"

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded his head slowly to give the only response he could. "Yes? You have good taste in literature, I thought you knew that."

"That is the single hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. C'mere?"

Leo didn't even try to fight the hand that came up to the back of his neck, gently pulling his head down enough to seal their lips in a kiss. Their first kiss. Something he'd been thinking about for so long that it had become a part of him, and now it was reality. He had to resist the urge to pinch himself, or do anything else to check that he wasn't dreaming or in another virtual world. For a moment, everything stopped, and it felt like time stood still, and he didn't even realize he'd let out a sound until the kiss was broken and there was space between them again.

The sound of a faint chuckle almost made him pull back, worried that he'd done something wrong. It wasn't like he'd had the opportunity to explore his sexuality over the years; what if kissing was supposed to be different, compared to the other relationships he'd been in? It hadn't felt any different, when it came to... execution. But he supposed the years of anticipation had made him a little anxious, eager, maybe he was just out of practice and should have been practicing with his pillow, or something, or-

"You know, I think that's the first time I've heard you moan...?"

Then, Leo did pull back, the red in his cheeks spreading as far as his ears while he tried to figure out what to say. "Well... I mean... I haven't exactly been... I just mean... it's been a while since I've..."

"No, no, it..." Matt cut him off quickly, reaching for him again and closing the space between them as soon as it was clear that he didn't mind it. It was easy, following silent cues and signals, as easy as everything else they'd been doing since they spotted each other across the bar. They fell into step with each other so easily, as if the years spent apart hadn't done anything at all to derail the rhythm they'd set that first night. "It was like a fucking melody."

All at once, he was being pulled in for another kiss, and he leaned into it without a second thought. There was no reason to stop and think, not when it felt so right, so wonderful, so natural and easy and perfect. And maybe he did moan again, and maybe he didn't, but that didn't matter when he had more kisses to focus on and they were trying to make their way over to the couch to continue with however they were spending the rest of their night.

( they managed to find the breath to speak between kisses, though Leo was a bit more overwhelmed by the closeness and the weight on his hips and how hard it was to think beyond how good it felt to let himself enjoy something. for all he knew, it would come to an end as soon as the sun came up, and he was trying to hold on before this all slipped through his fingers once again.

"I hope this isn't too forward, but are we going to make it to the bed, or do I have to add to the clutter of the living room when I get these clothes off of you?"

the words made his breath catch in his throat, and when his body reacted and his cock twitched at the thought, he knew what the answer would be. "add to the clutter. I'll clean up tomorrow, it's fine. but there's no way I'm making it all the way to the bedroom."

and there was that chuckle again, the one that was fond and warm and gentle, one he was very quickly growing used to hearing. it was usually when he got a little eager, and if that's all it took coax out that kind of happiness, he'd make sure to be excited about this for the rest of his life )

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