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They’re meeting again in the Holiday Inn. Alex knows that he probably shouldn’t be doing this and if his parents ever found out that he was - well to be honest, he would probably go down pretty fine. He has been dicking dudes on the semi daily since he was like 14.
No, the part that wouldn’t go over well would be the fact that the person who is currently digging him down is a 6 foot eight American who happens to be the first son of the United States. That’s what wouldn’t go down well despite everything else.
Alex tries not to moan as Matt bends his stupidly bendy body down to his height before biting behind his ear, one of Matt’s long blonde strands of his mullet currently doing its best to knit Alex’s eyebrows together to make a unibrow. “I missed you, you know. London was boring as shit, Paris even more so.”
“Can’t handle a little culture, Hauri?” Alex chuckles a little breathless as Matt‘s hands start to roam across his abs and down into his hip bones, squeezing them. “ Don’t need that shit, when I got you.”
“Flatterer.”
“Always save my best lines for you, honeybunches.”
“…and you just killed it.” Of course, Alex’s sarcasm would’ve sounded better if Matt had hadn’t suddenly cupped him around the fucking crotch, thumb stroking the wet smear there as Alex whines, feeling Matt’s grin against his skin.
“He doesn’t think so.”
“That’s because he’s fucking stupid…” Alex groaned, rolling his eyes but letting Matt take him by the lips again, Matt humming.
“You looked good this morning at the official ceremony.”
“Yeah?” Matt hums again as he leaves a trail of kisses down Alex’s neck. “Yeah, I seriously thought your parents might actually kill you for wearing that hat, but you seemed to get away with it. You get away with a lot of things, apparently.”
“Like sassing the first son of the United States?” Alex grins as he feels Matt’s chest rumble against his, a laugh contained within it that is not thankfully loud in the quiet of the hotel room.
“Something like that.” Matt pulls back so that his stupid blue eyes are looking directly down at Alex, who just looks up at a big gigantic coloured blur considering he doesn’t have his glasses on. Doesn’t matter, he knows what Matt looks like inside and out. It’s nice.
Sometimes he wishes that they could be…normal, not all this sneaking around business and signing of NDA’s and things like that, but it’s not a great time to come out. Cynthia, Matt’s mom, is barely holding onto a presidency by a thread and she’s got a hard campaign ahead of her when it comes to the upcoming election. As for Alex’s parents, thankfully they’re pretty cushy where they are standing as the President and First Lady of Canada and Alex doesn’t really want to damage their reputation by having their bisexual son mention that he’s casually dating a guy that has supported a lot of GQ magazine covers and currently has a brand deal with the Minnesota Timberwolves to appear a lot of their advertising and also their photo shoots.
It would’ve been easier if Matt was just some random NBA star - but he’s not. He’s Alex’s best friend of 4 years since they first met at the presidential inauguration of Matt’s mother. He’s the person who knows Alex inside and out. And even worse he’s the guy that’s literally been ruining Alex’s insides for the last six months in secret while publicly dating some Onlyfans model who thankfully seems to be a really nice person and all in on the whole secret relationship thing.
So yeah, it’s just not a good idea all around and Matt knows it as well as Alex does - so so this time is theirs and it seems given the celebration that is more than willing to make sure that this entire moment is just going to get constantly ruined by Alex either laughing himself to death or becoming so better that once Matt actually sucks his dick, he might actually turn into a sour candy.
They thankfully made it away from the wall at least that they were making out on - Matt using his gigantic hands to slowly push Alex towards the bed in the middle of the room before pushing him down and climbing on top of him, vice bracketing Alex’s hips and hands by Alex’s head and shoulders. “God, I could just stare at you all day. You’re like a good Rennaissance painting in a museum.”
“You actually go to those things? My god, Matthew, you might just be cultured after all.”
“Naw, Momma likes those things. I like more…” Matt’s eyes flicker up and down “…interactive exhibits.”
“Oh, good to know. I’ll make sure our next date at Play Street.”
He flinches a little when Matt swats his hip. “Asshole.”
“Hey, I’m not the one trying to colonise me again.”
“Jesus Christ, Alexander-“
Alex just smirks as Matt groans, lowering his bread onto Alex’s chest for five seconds before he’s rolling off using an arm, standing slowly before rifling through his jacket and locating his wallet well with a triumphant noise bride he’s stepping over Alex’s white pants and hoisting a leg back over, a familiar shaped foil packet in hand.
A very ugly, very patriotic looking foil shaped packet.
“Please tell me the condoms that you carry in your wallet are not just the ones adorned with the American flag colours.” Alex looked at the monstrosity in Matt’s hand in despair, the red white and blue stripes a little bit disconcerting as Matt slices open the foil with his fingernail and pulls the damn thing out.
“Normally they’re neon pink, baby.” Matt winks as he pulls his underwear down to expose his dick to the entirety of the hotel room and Alex‘s eyes.
“Do not call me baby.” Alex grumbles at the familiar endearment, but nevertheless, watching intently as Matt rolls the entirely too loud piece of latex onto his dick that swings a little as he gets up on his knees, pulling Alex’s hip closer to him. “May I have your permission to storm the capital?”
“Oh for the love of-“ Alex’s nose wrinkles. He shouldn’t find that hot, why is it so fucking hot?! “Fuck you, Matt.”
“I’ll just take that as a yes. Air Force One, incoming.”
“Literally.” Alex manages to get out just before talking becomes a luxury he can’t afford.
The Secret Service is gonna have a field day with this audio.