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Kismet	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Die Hard Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the movie Die Hard and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

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The day everything changed was a Tuesday. They had been living together for two weeks and so far everything had been going smoothly. His previously barren apartment now had a well lived in look. That wasn’t to say it was messy just far too comfortable then it probably had any right to be. He had just gotten home from work, shaking off the annoyance of fulfilling his weekend rotation and had headed into the living room only to freeze in his tracks. Sitting on the couch was Matt. The younger man’s feet were kicked up to rest on the coffee table, he was lightly picking through a bowl of fluffy popcorn kernels and he was wearing one of his old dress shirts.

It hung off the slender frame in pools of fabric, the wrist cuffs actually stopping at mid-hand. The visual reminded him of previous lovers. Brought about images of the day after, of hazy mornings spent in bed, watching his partner slink to the bathroom in nothing but his shirt. “Hey man, welcome back.” When all he could manage to do was continued to stare, Matt looked down at his chest as if only now he remembered what he was wearing. “I hope its okay that I borrowed your shirt. It’s laundry day.” He was sent a rueful smile. “I’ll make sure to wash it later.”

The final comment was enough to break him of his stupor. Moving forward toward the couch he answered in an offhanded tone. “It’s fine.” Coming to a stop at the opposite end of the couch, he sunk down into a soft cushion slowly. He managed to get out a grateful sigh before his stomach growled lowly with the knowledge that dinner time had already passed. “I was thinking Chinese.” The random comment had him looking to his left. Seeing that the other man’s gaze was still fixed on the TV was a little surprising. He started to wonder if the growl had been heard over the volume of the sketch comedy. It seemed unlikely.

Any more musing he might have done was cut short by Matt glancing in his direction. “You are hungry, right?” He gave a small nod, trying to figure out just how the other man could have known that. “So Chinese? Sound good?” Giving another nod, he let the words tumble from his mouth with no real thought. “Yeah, that works.” His gaze followed Matt’s form as he moved off the couch. It didn’t leave the slight frame during the whole five minute process of calling in their food. During his observation he didn’t fail to notice that the other man already had his order down pat.

All he had been asked was a simple, ‘Do you want Beef Lo Mein’ before Matt had rattled off the specifics as though it was his own order. When the phone was hung up a few minutes later the younger man made his way into the kitchen without so much as a backward glance. Now that his point of focus was gone, he looked unseeingly toward the TV. It didn’t leave the bright screen again until Matt plopped down at the other end of the couch. The motion drew his gaze quickly enough that the kid was still bouncing lightly on the cushions. Without a word, a brown bottle was held out in his direction.

He looked at it briefly before taking it into his grip. “Thanks.” The metal cap on the beer bottle was already flying toward the end table when Matt responded nonchalantly. “No problem.” For a long time all he did was sit silently, slowly drinking down his gradually warming beer. “There’s an Abbott and Costello marathon on tonight. Do you want to watch it?” He gave a slow nod that adequately conveyed his interest. “Cool, I wonder which movie they’ll show first.” Just because he wanted to, he glanced toward his left. Instead of taking in Matt’s profile, the other man looked his way at the same time.

Their gazes connected and he was sent a light smile. Despite the need for discretion, he couldn’t help staring. Sitting on his couch, drinking his beer, wearing his shirt was a young man he thought he could never have. Now not only did it seem possible, it felt natural. He hadn’t been this in sync with someone…well ever. Not even his relationship with Holly had ever felt this easy. Of course at the same time they weren’t having sex and sex always complicates even the best of relationships. The mere mention of sex had images flashing through his mind.

He did his best to push them away, mainly because he knew it wasn’t fair to Matt. Despite his valiant efforts though, his libido won out in the end. He couldn’t help seeing a slim body tight with the strain of an onslaught of pleasure. Or the dark fall of sweaty hair brushing against a slim neck and obscuring dark eyes no doubt a deeper hue of brown. The obstructed view would annoy him, so he’d reach out to run his fingers through the wet strands. His hand would brush the hair back and his grip would slowly tighten. Unable to help himself his thrusts would speed up.

He’d apply just enough pressure so Matt would have to tip back his head, would expose the beautiful arch of his neck. The younger man would moan then. It would be a long, low sound that verbalized how overwhelmed he felt. Hearing it would spur him on and he’d do whatever he had to just to hear it again. Because for him it would all be about Matt, always about Matt. His heated thoughts slipped away to the moments after reaching their peak. The room would be quiet, the silence only punctuated by their rapid breathing. In a slow roll, Matt would curl into his side.

That thought gave him pause. Maybe the younger man wouldn’t do that. He could be the type that liked to be left alone. The new image that came to mind was just as vivid. Still panting with exertion, Matt would flop onto the other side of the bed. His limbs would be spread wide, looking for all the world like a starfish at the bottom of the ocean. There would still be some form of contact though, he knew. A small impish smile sent his way or the weary brush of fingertips against his knuckles, something tangible to let him know that Matt was happy. He didn’t know how he knew that, he just did.

“Oh sweet, I love this one. The part with the…wait, you’ve seen it right?” Blinking rapidly he quickly focused on the TV. What he was seeing told him nothing. He wasn’t even sure which movie it was. “I don’t know.” Thankfully the neutral answer came off sounding natural enough. “Then I won’t spoil it for you. All I’ll say is that if you don’t like this movie, I’ll be in total shock. It’s hilarious.” He released a low grunt in acknowledgement. With that, he refocused on the TV.

About another second had passed before he recognized the film. The kid had been right. He did like it. Despite the possibility of being pulled back in, he looked at Matt’s profile with a critical eye. It didn’t take him long to realize that it was hopeless. The last real resistance he had to pursue the other man was gone. There was no choice now; he had to go after what he wanted. He was too stubborn to do anything else.

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Standing in front of his door, he fumbled with his keys. He scowled with annoyance. Unfortunately it didn’t make his tenuous grip any more solid. Admittedly the flowers he held in his left hand didn’t help. He wished he could say they were solely the problem but he’d always been a little too self-aware for his own good. The real reason he was struggling so much with the simple lock was because he was nervous. On the other side of this familiar door was Matt and in his hand were flowers for the other man. As soon as the door was open there would be no more delaying.

Suddenly he felt ancient. Not just his age, that number with another hundred years tacked on. He thought of the phrase, ‘Old as dirt’. Yeah, that was about right. He was surprised he hadn’t disappeared in the breeze outside. The image of him slowly vanishing reminded him of ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas. He snorted in amusement, finally managing to get the key in the lock. Taking one more deep steadying breath, he made his way into the apartment. He had just entered the living room when Matt walked out of the kitchen. In the younger man’s hands was a plate and a glass of something that looked neon green.

They both came up short at seeing one another but it was Matt who actually spoke. “What’s with the flowers?” It was the perfect opening, he recognized that immediately. Unfortunately that was as far as his mind managed to get. He wanted to say something suave or smooth. Instead he just stood there, silent as the grave and looking like a complete moron. When several long seconds passed in silence, the other man sent him a small sly smile. “Oh, I get it. Someone has a crush.” The automatic denial was already on the tip of his tongue when Matt continued. “I knew you still had it old man. Let me guess, it’s that blonde you teamed up with last month.”

Just like that all of the tension seeped out of his muscles. The kid had misunderstood. Although he couldn’t help feeling grateful, he was also disappointed at the missed opportunity. Too much time had already passed for him to come clean about his true intentions. It would have to wait until later. Still, he’d bought them for Matt. They belonged with the younger man. Clearing his throat loudly, he moved toward the dining room table. Not looking at his companion, now situated comfortably at his back, he continued in a nonchalant tone. “I got them from the front desk downstairs. The clerk said they’re for you.”

There was a pause that was saturated with interest. “Seriously?” He busied himself with throwing his things on the table. It took much longer than it normally would have. “Yeah, he handed them off with the mail.” There was the sensation of Matt moving closer but he didn’t turn around just yet. “Who do you think they’re from?” He shrugged lightly before his memory caught up with him. Barely visible among the full red rose buds was a tiny white card. Until this exact second he’d forgotten all about the note. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, he used his fingertips to slide the card into his palm.

“I don’t know. There wasn’t a card.” When he finally turned back around he paused. There was a frown on the younger man’s face. He was pretty sure he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d thought. “Do you think they’re from Keith? He’s been calling me enough.” In an instant he was infuriated. “Why didn’t you tell me? If he’s harassing you we can…” The numerous suggestions on the tip of his tongue died with Matt’s dismissive wave. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. It’s fine.” He wanted to argue but he remained silent. If he spoke up now, they’d fight. The mood he was in pretty much guaranteed it.

“I hate to throw them out but if they’re from him, I don’t want them.” He blurted out the first thing he could think of. “The clerk said a woman dropped them off.” Automatically the disgust left the other man’s features and the previous curiosity took its place. Internally he was cursing. When Matt thought the gift was from his ex it had turned his stomach only for the fiscal part of him to panic at the thought of good money being thrown away. It had been a long time since he’d bought flowers. He’d thought they’d been expensive years ago. Now buying a bouquet was practically highway robbery.

And it’s not that Matt wasn’t worth it, he was. It’s just that he didn’t want the gift thrown out barely an hour after he’d spent the money on it. He just wished he could have come up with a better solution than a woman dropped it off. Not only had he chickened out, he managed to take a step backward. “I should probably put them in some water before they dry out. Do you have something I can use?” With a vague gesture he indicated the kitchen. “There should be a vase in there somewhere.” Actually it was in a cabinet above the fridge. He’d just bought it two days ago so they’d have something to put the flowers in. Because really, why on earth would a guy like him own a vase.

Shaking his head with no small amount of disgust, he marveled at how big on an idiot he was. Movement suddenly caught his eye and he automatically looked in that direction. Unsurprisingly it was his roommate moving toward the kitchen’s archway. The flowers were held in front of the slim chest and they were tipped back enough that Matt could smell the fragrant buds. On his face was the tiniest of smiles. A small smile pulled at his own lips in reaction. Okay, so maybe this evening hadn’t been a complete disaster.

As the days slipped past he was sure of his previous assessment. It was obvious the other man was enjoying his gift. Now if only Matt could enjoy a gift that he knew was from him. The next opportunity he was waiting for came when he stopped off after work for their dinner. He still had a fifteen minute wait on their orders at the small Italian restaurant. Feeling bored after about two minutes of just standing around, he left the restaurant to head to a small mini-mart across the street. After being in the dimly lit restaurant he felt blind under the strong fluorescents of the store.

Blinking rapidly for several seconds, he eventually cleared his vision enough to be comfortable. The first aisle he headed toward had the beer. They were almost out. If he was already here, he might as well stock up. From there he wandered without purpose. On several occasions he resisted the urge to buy something. He was hungry, which was a bad combination in a grocery store. Still, browsing the cheery aisles was better than staring at a wall in the restaurant. Eventually he made it to the candy aisle. He was debating buying some junk food when he caught sight of the boxes of chocolates.

Most of the brands he didn’t know but a familiar yellow box caught his eye. These he knew for a fact were good. Feeling awkward, he looked around a little self-consciously. When he saw the coast was clear, he bent down slightly to retrieve one of the boxes. It had barely been taken into his grip before he knew he was going to buy it. He left the aisle briskly with his two purchases in tow. The register was in sight when he paused. Looking down toward the beer in his grip, he contemplated trading it out for some wine. It seemed like the thing to do.

Still, he felt uncertain about the change. He knew that the younger man liked beer but he couldn’t say the same thing about wine. Deciding to stick with his current choice, he made his way to the check-out. It wasn’t until the teenage cashier was ringing up the stuff that he realized how this probably looked. He was in a mini-mart late at night buying beer and a semi-expensive box of chocolates. The whole scenario screamed he was in the dog house. Even the pimple faced teenager, who was named Albert if the small piece of plastic attached to his shirt was to be believed, was grinning smugly as though he were part of some grand conspiracy.

He left the store with a grumbled thank you, feeling a little annoyed at the implied assumption. By this time their food was ready, so he packed everything into the car before heading home. When he managed to get past his front entrance it was to see Matt waiting for him in the living room. On the small coffee table where dishes waiting to be used and two haphazardly folded sheets of paper towels that would serve as napkins. “It’s about time you got here McClane. I’m starving.” The smile on the other man’s face said he wasn’t really complaining.

“They were packed.” A hum of agreement reached his ears even as Matt gently took the brown paper bag from the restaurant out of his grip. “That’s because they’ve got the best Chicken Alfredo in town. Well, that and cannollis.” There was a pause, the look on the other man’s face cautiously hopeful. “Please tell me you remembered the cannollis.” He just resisted the urge to sigh. They were the kid’s favorite, like he’d ever forget to pick some up. “They’re in the small white bag.” With that, Matt peeked into the large brown bag. Another second later a broad smile spread over his face. “Thanks man, I love these things.”

Shaking his head lightly, he went into the kitchen. The new six pack was placed in the fridge, his now free hand grabbing two cold bottles for their dinner. Both bottles found their way to the counter without thought, his entire focus now on the box still obscured by a thin white plastic bag. It was removed from the bag with care, his hands cradling the box as though it was a bomb that might go off. In a way he supposed it was. The comparison made his nerves flare up. He tried to push the thoughts away but at this point it was too late. They were already there, firmly rooted in the back of his mind.

Deciding he was being ridiculous he picked up the box and the beers with a rough scowl that was easily matched by the grip of his hands. The journey into the living room was made on fast feet, his body settling into the cushions opposite Matt on the overstuffed couch in no time. Not really letting himself think about it, he placed the items he was carrying on the coffee table. It wasn’t until the yellow box was staring him in the face that he realized just what he’d done. His ‘presentation’ was the exact opposite of suave. Actually it was downright careless.

“Are those chocolates?” In any other instance that would have been a stupid question. In this case though, it was a valid query. Even he could admit it looked weird. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for his confession. “They were on sale.” Internally he scowled as the lie smoothly rolled off his tongue. Instead of recanting though, like he wanted to, more unplanned words spewed from his lips. “Like bargain bin, dirt cheap on sale. I guess they were unloading from Valentine’s Day or something.” He held his breath, hoping that the other man wouldn’t question his answer. Admitting the truth now would be humiliating.

“That’s cool. Hey, did you want to watch that new action movie I picked up the other day?” Letting loose a silent sigh of relief, he shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not. As long as you set it up.” He hated messing with the DVD player, especially now. Pretty much the day Matt had moved in he’d taken over the entertainment center. Now he couldn’t even identify half of what was hooked up to his TV. “No worries old timer. I wouldn’t want your head to explode.” He sent the younger man a bland look, watching as he made his way toward the DVD player. “Just for that, I’m eating one of your canollis.”

Before his friend had a chance to do more than blink, he snatched one of the desserts out of the small white bag now resting on the coffee table. “Dude, seriously?” He shrugged carelessly, chewing slowly on the small bite already rolling around on his tongue. When that was the only response that was forthcoming Matt issued a low snort. “Well, I was going to offer you one anyway.” At the words he grinned in triumph to which the other man only responded with an eye roll.

Several minutes later the movie was set-up and they were tucking heartily into their food. It quickly became obvious to him just what type of movie this was. There would be a lot of explosions with pretty much no plot line. He managed to finish his dinner, as well as at least half of the movie before he finally had to speak up. “A cop would never do that.” For his efforts he received another snort. “Says the guy who threw a car at a helicopter.” He didn’t even try to stem the smirk that pulled at his lips. “Can we dig into these?” The item in question was quickly identified as the chocolates.

Although Matt hadn’t opened the box his fingertips were lightly resting on the detailed cover. “Go for it.” Two seconds after his affirmative response, the younger man had the lid off and was browsing the box’s contents. Another second later and a piece of candy was selected. With far less preparation he snagged a chocolate out of the box. He had bought them on sale after all. It would look strange if he didn’t eat any of them. One chew later had him regretting his lack of planning. An overly sweet unknown berry paste like filling collided with his tongue.

He scowled at the unpleasant taste but took the punishment like a true martyr. If he hadn’t whimped out again he wouldn’t even be in this situation. A piece may have been selected for him by Matt’s own fingers or maybe the chocolate would have remained untouched because they would be too busy kissing. The building moan in his throat was shoved down viciously. He bit into the candy with more force, determined to compound the suffering of his own making.

It was in this exact moment that he came to a realization. When it came to wooing the other man he couldn’t go the normal route. He needed to buy something unique, something that couldn’t be explained away. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he searched his mind for the perfect gift. Nothing distracted him from his task, not even the explosions on the small screen or the ever diminishing taste of too sweet candy clinging desperately to his teeth.

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