prompt: desperate to bag Yuta, Austin asks Matt for advice. Hanger listens, half fascinated and half alarmed. whether because everything Matt is saying is what he did with Adam and hearing it said out loud makes Adam think "how tf did that work on me?" or because it's just the worst advice Hanger's ever heard is up to you
Outreach - also on AO3
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Adam overhears Matt giving Austin some…interesting advice.
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Could view this as a Matt Experiment side story, should the idea interest you :)
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“Please help me.”
“No!”
An argument with Matt is easy entertainment if he’s not the opponent, so Adam scoots closer to the door frame to hear better.
“You managed to get Hangman,” and Adam is pretty sure that’s Austin Gunn whining so hard it would impress even Matt. “You have, like, twink superpowers or something. Teach me your ways.”
Adam rolls his eyes. He can practically hear Matt preening over that.
“Well, the best way to do this is flirting.”
Duh, Adam thinks. Of course it’s flirting. But there was more to it with Matt. He was more in control of it than Matt thinks. It will be interesting to see what Matt thinks happened.
“Obviously,” Austin says. “But specifically.”
Matt sighs. “Alright, well, you have to start off by acting like you’re confused about something you know he can help with.”
Adam thinks for a second. Something about that statement itches the back of his mind.
“Like…steel drums?”
“Okay, getting closer,” Matt says. “Try going for something he really likes, but something you can actually, like. Figure out how to bring up naturally.”
The itch grows stronger.
“He likes drums and killing people, kind of,” Austin says. “Oh! Wrestling. I could ask him to help me with wrestling in a more technical style.”
“Perfect,” Matt says. “Yes. That’s exactly where to start.”
Adam blinks. Horses. Something about horses.
“So, figure out the thing that he likes. Done. Now need help in that area. Make him feel like a hero.”
Adam figures it out. He should step in now, say something to them, do something to suggest that he’s right here and can hear the whole conversation. But he’s intrigued. And no one has ever chosen to say he’s rational.
“Hero,” Austin says. “Got it. What did you do?”
“I set up a fundraiser for kids with cancer that involved a pop up petting zoo, and pretended I didn’t know how to do anything with horses. I’d worked with them before, but, like, I didn’t super know, so I knew Adam would see and be all interested.” He sighs, and Adam is tempted to go put him in a headlock or something. Affectionately.
“Okay, got it. Fuck up a hold or something while practicing, right in front of Yuta. Bat my eyelashes and be all cute about it.”
Matt waves his hand. “Easy. You’re always cute.”
Adam hears a little gasp from Austin. “You think I’m cute?”
Adam rolls his eyes.
“Of course I do. But that’s not the point here. It has to happen organically. You can’t, like, stalk Yuta or anything. He has to happen upon you.”
Adam rolls his eyes even harder. Not because it’s bad advice, necessarily. Because it’s stupid. And, unfortunately, it seems like it works.
Over the next few days, he decides to hover around the ring a little bit more. Austin is putting on all the flair, but it looks like he made some sort of deal with his brother that Colten could kick his ass all he wants as long as he can look like he needs help. For an older brother, that kind of sounds like the dream, Adam thinks.
“You okay?” Adam asks. “Want me to give you some pointers?”
“Oh, no,” Austin says. His sigh is incredibly performative. It’s almost charming. “I need help with technical wrestling, not blood sports.”
“That’s – okay, whatever.” Adam resists the urge to call Austin out for whatever the fuck he’s doing. If he did that, then it would come out that his boyfriend is at fault. He continues his warm up, watching Austin expertly fuck up even the most elementary of holds. He figures Yuta will show up, eventually, and Adam wants to see if Matt’s batshit crazy ideas work. It’s just taking longer than he expected.
It happens like he’s watching a movie. Yuta shows up with his BCC dweebs, shoving and pushing at each other as they get up to the ring. Yuta spots Austin’s bizarre and, frankly, terrible ankle lock before Adam even does.
“Short Gunn,” Yuta yells. He slides into the ring smoothly, and lands right next to where Colten looks highly displeased and Austin has his eyes giant. “The fuck are you doing?”
“I’m doing an ankle lock!” Austin says. “At least, I’m trying.” His eyes are the size of dinner plates.
Maybe Matt’s a good teacher in this area after all.
“Jesus – god, fine, I’ll help you.” Before Austin can even do anything to correct, Yuta’s up behind him, hands over Austin’s, moving them to the correct position.
“Oh, wow,” Austin breathes. “Yeah, that feels so much better. Do, um. Do you think…” He trails off and levels a boo boo eye look that Adam’s pretty sure Matt would consider for valedictorian Bottoms Class of 2024.
“You want help?” Yuta asks. He glances over to Mox, who shrugs, like he’s as confused as the rest of them are. “Seriously?”
“I’ll never be able to get up to the big leagues if I can’t get the technical stuff right,” he sighs.
“I, your brother and tag team partner with whom you won tag championship belts, am right here.”
“Whom,” Austin snorts. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Adam stifles a snort as Yuta twists the lock a little harder like it’s nothing and Colten whimpers. “Sure,” Yuta says, after a second of what looks like consideration. “Sure, yeah. I’ll show you the ropes on how to do the technical stuff. Text me. We’ll meet up before a show sometime.”
“Here, come with me and I’ll give you my number.” The look he throws Yuta suggests it’s not just a number he’ll give, and Adam is briefly baffled by how smoothly that went.
And how similarly that looked to the first time he and Matt really got together.
“Son of a god damn fish kissing bitch,” he mutters.
“Who the fuck kisses fish?” Mox asks, and Adam has to duck a lariat out of nowhere before he can do anything else.
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It’s well after the show before Adam gets a chance to find Matt alone. Unfortunately it’s in the EVP room once Tony and Nick have left to review tape, but it’ll have to do.
“Adam!” Matt says, sunny. “You did great – ”
“Cut the crap.”
Matt blinks. “What crap?”
“You’re teaching twinks seduction strategies,” Adam says. He gets into Matt’s space. “I overheard you with Austin.”
Matt’s expression breaks into an incredibly self satisfied smile. “Hmm? Can’t imagine what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t know anything about any twink training.”
“What,” Adam says, crowding Matt up against the wall, “the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Matt flutters those stupid, pretty eyelashes, like he doesn’t know what he’s been doing. He absolutely does. “What do you mean?”
“You’re teaching people manipulative bottom tricks, aren’t you?” He slides a leg between Matt’s, already feeling Matt getting hard. “Not enough to be manipulating me all this time?”
“I’m, ah, I’m – you gotta stop doing that if you want an answer.”
Adam grins, rubs his thigh up once more, then moves his leg away. Matt almost gasps with the loss of pressure, and it feels pretty good on Adam’s end.
“Okay, I didn’t want you to do that, but fine.” Matt’s eyes are huge. “I’m teaching the new generation of wrestlers. It’s community service. It’s outreach.”
“God, I can’t fucking stand you.” Adam leans in and grabs Matt’s face, kissing him so hard he gets dizzy from forgetting to breathe. Matt makes him ignore things that keep him alive, and ain’t that a bitch and a half. “Outreach,” he mumbles against Matt’s jaw. “And I bet you really believe all that, don’t you?”
Matt’s response is a giggle that turns quickly into a sigh. “What are you gonna do about it?”
A lot, and it’s annoying that Matt knew exactly the right way to get Adam riled up. He’s got Matt shoved up against the wall in seconds, kissing him into oblivion.
“What do you have on you?” he asks. He kicks back and slams the door shut. If it locks, great. If not, fuck it.
“Are you asking if you can fuck me in the boss’ office?” Matt asks. He doesn’t even fake being scandalized well.
“Yes, but mostly if you have what we need to do so.”
Matt scoffs. “Duh.”
If nothing else, Matt is always prepared. The lube in his pocket comes in handy and knowing that they don’t have much time makes Matt pliant and demanding.
“Good lord,” Adam says, slicking up his cock. “Usually, you’re willing to be a little more patient.”
“Don’t care,” Matt says. He throws one leg around Adam’s waist and gets his hips in an angle that can’t be comfortable. “Just get in me.”
It takes a bit of wrangling, but eventually Adam gets Matt folded essentially in half and pressed against the wall.
“You good?” he asks. The heavy breathing is less the exertion and more the knowledge that he’s right there and about to fuck all the breath out of Matt’s lungs.
Matt nods and wiggles his hips down, his rim catching on Adam’s cock. “Oh my god, yes, just – come on.”
With one hand braced against the wall and another on Matt’s hip, Adam tilts his hips to slide into Matt. It’s more shallow than he usually goes due to the weird angle, but the way Matt moans tells him the angle isn’t just weird.
“Good?” Adam laughs, rocking back and forth.
Matt’s response is to dig his fingernails into Adam’s shoulders and wiggle down again. “Very,” he whispers. “Just – keep going. You are hitting, like, the spot every – oh, god – every time.”
Adam never expects this to last too long, especially when they do stupid shit in public – Matt usually works himself up enough that it transfers over to Adam without much difficulty – but he has to work harder this time, has to correct, has to adjust. It adds a level of effort into the moment that is more intriguing than he expected.
“Matt,” he says, getting his hand between the two of them, “you gotta be careful, or I’m gonna drop you.”
“I will be,” Matt says. He reaches out and presses his hand to the desk, and gets his hips working again.
“Fucking hell,” Adam mumbles.
Hips and hands work together, and Matt makes a mess of the two of them in no time. The way he clenches around Adam – that’s all it takes. Adam groans and shoves up into Matt one last time, coming out every ounce of sanity he’s ever gained in his life. Matt giggles.
“Have fun?”
“Shh,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Adam’s neck. “Don’t ruin it.”
Incredibly slowly, Adam pulls out of Matt and grabs his shirt to clean up the mess dripping out of Matt and between them. Matt, for his part, doesn’t do anything but slump against the wall once his feet hit the floor with a delightfully dopey smile on his face.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Adam mumbles with a kiss on Matt’s forehead. “My arms are killing me.”
“Yeah,” Matt says, “my lower back didn’t like that so much, but the rest of me did.”
Adam gives up for a minute and just rests his head against Matt’s skin. They don’t always get these moments, not with how fast paced everything is lately.
“It works every time, by the way.”
Adam moves his head back so he can look Matt in the eyes, and brushes some rogue locks of hair from Matt’s face. “What works?”
“The outreach strategy.” For someone who just got wrecked, Matt looks incredibly smug. “It worked right now, didn’t it?”
Adam rolls his eyes. “I mean, I guess. It’s more that I love you and all your weird sex ideas.”
Matt flutters his eyelashes. “And how do you think we got to this point?”
“Oh, for the love of god.” Adam leans in to kiss Matt again, because what other choice does he have?
He has half a mind to keep this up for a while, but the door slams open and he hears Nick say, “Hey, we’ve been looking – oh my effing god.”
“Hey, Nicky!” Matt says over Adam’s shoulder, as Adam laughs into Matt’s neck. “We’ll be right out.”
“I straight up can’t deal with you,” Nick grumbles. “Get out of here in, like, ten minutes or I’m suing both of you for emotional damages.” The door slams again.
“That would never hold up in court,” Matt says.
Adam throws his pants at him. “Put your clothes on so we don’t have to find out, babe.”
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