Don't look at me I have no idea what this is I just hope you enjoy it
~
Cherry Garcia (also on AO3)
Pairings: Matt/Danny, Matt/Hangman
Rating: T (relationship hall passes, mild innuendo, smooching)
@wrestleprompts
~
It’s surprising, is what it is, Matt decides.
“It was you the whole time.” Even to his own ears, his voice sounds betrayed, heartbroken. Almost defeated.
Danny Garcia freezes, spoon halfway through his mouth, the pint of nondairy Cherry Garcia in his hand. Matt’s pint of nondairy Cherry Garcia.
“You’re the ice cream thief.” Matt should have known, is the thing. He should have figured it out sooner. Of course it’s this petulant, overtalented kid. Of course it’s one of Jericho’s crew.
Of course it’s somebody Matt’s had a half crush on for longer than he’d care to admit.
Danny makes eye contact with Matt as he puts the spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, tongue curling around the metal. The way he sucks on the spoon, pulls it out and gives it a few good licks can’t be unintentional. “What are you gonna do about it?” Danny asks, and there’s that stupid smile, a cocky grin borne of being the best at something before your frontal lobe is developed, and Matt is only a man.
He walks up to Danny and steals the spoon and the ice cream from Danny’s hands, takes a step back and glares. “You steal my ice cream again, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Promise?” Danny’s stupid little smirk’s gone a little dirty.
Matt just blinks. It hadn’t occurred to him until this very event that the crush could ever be reciprocated. He doesn’t even know how to respond.
“Come on, I bait you for weeks, and all I get is this?” He steps into Matt’s space, looking at Matt with soft eyes. “Not even a kiss?”
Matt huffs, blowing hair out of his eyes. “God, you’re annoying.” He sets the spoon and the ice cream down on the table, grabs Danny by the collar of his stupid polo shirt, and hauls him in for a kiss. Danny’s demanding as he kisses, tongue pressing into Matt’s mouth without a second’s hesitation, and Matt gets a little weak in the knees with it. Danny grabs at Matt’s hair, plays with it a little bit.
When he pulls away, Matt just stares at him. “Oh.”
Danny smiles, something soft and unbearably sweet. “Um. I’ll let you go – go back to your ice cream.”
Matt nods, feeling warm and cozy and strangely calm. And then he remembers Adam, and the hall pass deal they made: anybody on the hall pass list for either of them was fair game, as long as they told each other everything about it after.
He makes his way to the locker room, a little fidgety. When he peeks in, Adam’s getting dressed, and he’s alone. Matt figures lingering, watching a little, couldn’t hurt.
“Hey, Matty,” Adam says, lighting up. “You look,” he studies Matt’s face for a second, “pink.”
Matt makes his way into the locker room. Actually talking about it, saying it, makes him feel a little hot in a strange sort of way. “I gotta tell you something.”
“What’s up, baby?” He turns around, finishes pulling on his shirt, and Matt is truly upset about it for a second.
“I kissed Danny Garcia,” Matt says, feeling his face burn red.
Adam raises an eyebrow as he settles onto a bench. Matt can see the smile trying to escape from the corner of his lips. “Did you, now?”
“Shut up,” Matt says, sitting in his lap and burying his head into Adam’s shoulder. “Shut up.”
“When you asked for a hall pass, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon,” Adam says, pressing his lips to Matt’s hair. “Care to explain how this happened?”
Matt recounts the whole thing, speaking into the collar of Adam’s shirt. When he’s done, Adam is shaking. “Are you – are you laughing?!”
“I’m sorry,” Adam says, his eyes crinkling in that pretty way that makes them sparkle, “I just – now you kinda see what it’s like for us to deal with you, ya know?”
“I am not that annoying,” Matt says. And he isn’t pouting. He isn’t.
“Aw, baby, you are,” Adam says, “but that’s why I love you.” He leans in and presses a kiss to Matt’s nose.
“Love you too,” Matt grumbles, but he leans in to kiss Adam anyway.
“Was it fun?” Adam asks, nuzzling at Matt’s cheek.
Matt leans into it. “Yeah. I just can’t believe he’s been the one stealing my ice cream the whole time.”
“Aw,” Adam says, laughing again, “come on, he was just trying to pull your pigtails.”
“He could just pull my hair like a regular person,” Matt says. Adam blinks. “Okay, not what I meant. But, yeah, like.” He shrugs. “That too.”
Matt leans in for another kiss, and he’s really getting into it when Adam pulls away.
“Wait a second,” Adam says, and Matt’s worried this is it, that Adam just realized he wasn’t cool about the hall pass thing actually taking place. Matt should have made his third hall pass Roman Reigns like he’d thought about because it’d never really happen, “did you forget to put the ice cream in the freezer?”
“Crap!”
Matt runs back to the kitchen, and hears Adam’s laughter follow him as he goes.
~
Hall pass in this context: A clause in an established relationship where there is a person or people that both parties decide that one or both people in the relationship can hook up with.
Mini playlist (it's very mini this time I am Sleepy)
Ice Cream - Blackpink and Selena Gomez
