(not) Matt Bomer

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[About a month after Warren calls to tell Matt he's not coming back to L.A.]

Matt's wearing sweats. And his glasses. He looks, actually, a little more rumpled than usual. He sits quietly at the table and pulls his script from his bag along with a highlighter and a pen. And then he reaches for his coffee, cradling it in his hands, and waits, not really looking at anyone or at anything in particular.

The difference is clear, and Tim sees it immediately. He trades a glance with Tiffani, who barely changes the expression on her face but somehow manages to convey her concern. ( Something's wrong. )

[8 March, 2011.]


Warren's stomach is tight and rolling uncomfortably as he settles on the bed crosslegged and tries to breathe. Tries to center. Tries to figure out what the hell he wants to say.

( He should be doing this in person, he knows. )

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[22 February, 2011.]


It's three a.m. when Warren finally knocks on Matt's door. He can only hope he's home. Warren knows he'd been working Citadel the night before and there's a fifty-fifty chance that he's still there. In which case, Warren will go track him down and pay for his time, if he has to.

Matt's been fast asleep on the couch. His book has fallen to the floor. He's not even really sure he's actually heard the knock on the door. But when it happens again, he staggers up to his feet and stumbles, still half-asleep, to peer through the peephole. ( His stomach does a funny little dip, but he's smiling when he opens the door. )

[8 February, 2011]


"So me and Tim had lunch, went back to set, and they'd managed to clear away all the water so no one, y'know, got electrocuted and died." Matt puts away the last of the dishes and stretches. ( ''What did you do exciting today?'' )

[25 January, 2011.]


Standing outside Matt's door, his fingers ruining the folded top of the brown paper bag full of Chinese he's carrying, Warren tries to figure out exactly what he's going to say. Finally he decides to wing it. His first knock is kind of soft, so he does it again.

Matt's surprised when he peers through the peephole, but none of it shows up when he finally opens the door. "Hi, Warren," he says. "What brings you here?"

"You. And an apology." Warren holds up the food and tilts his head. ( "And a peace offering." )

[21 January, 2011.]


Matt's restless. He's full of absolutely restless energy. He bounces on his feet, just a little, and reaches out to tug at Warren's hair. "Done yet?"

( Checking a sigh, Warren forces a smile when he looks up at him. )

[10 January, 2011.]


Matt sits down after handing Warren a glass of wine. He tugs his feet up onto the couch between them. "And I just couldn't. stop. laughing. Tim was so annoyed. Really, it's all Willie's fault, anyway. He can't blame me!"

( Warren's grinning, but it's getting harder. )

[5 December, 2010.]


Dropping onto the mattress, sweat and quick breath and the final echo of a groan accompanying him, Warren reaches out for Matt's hand. "Damn," he huffs out when he can.

( Matt can't move. )

[4 December, 2010.]


Matt sleeps in. He needs it after how late he was out the night before. But he's disappointed and annoyed and unhappy that Warren didn't call begging for forgiveness. Matt supposes he'll have to be the one to do it. He sits down on the couch, feet up in front of him, and makes the call.

"Yeah?"

"Hi."

There's a deep breath and an equally strong exhale, as well as a grunt as Warren finally fully wakes up and stretches. "Hey," he murmurs quietly. ( "You were a dick last night. But so was I." )

[3 December, 2010.]


"Come on." Matt is dangerously close to whining. He stands in the doorway, hands on his hips. "Come out with me."

"I'm almost done, Matt. When I get done then I can go out and not think about this crap. But my editor's going to kick my ass if I don't finish these edits."

( "How long is it gonna take you, really? I mean, look how hot I am." )

[The saga of the kidnapped giraffe, played out in citadel_inhouse comes to an end.]


Matt adjusts his tie, looking critically at his appearance in the mirror. Then he turns his gaze to Jason's reflection. "Well. I suppose I'd better get my ass down there."

"So you're still not going to tell me what's going on?" Jason clearly doesn't approve.

Matt shakes his head. "That's all part of the instructions. I can't say."

"That you can't even tell me?" Jason scowls.

"It said to tell no one." Matt reaches out for Jason's hand. ( "C'mon. Let's get going." )

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[18 November, 2010.]


Warren and Matt are cuddled close together on the couch. Matt purrs like a particularly contented cat when Warren urges his head down onto his shoulder, coming his fingers through Matt's hair. "When are you going to cook for me again?" Warren asks.

"Whenever you want me to, sexy Warren," Matt replies, a smile curling his lips.

"When's your next evening off?" ( Warren's fingers find just the right spot on Matt's scalp. )

[13 November, 2010.]


The humming precedes Matt's appearance in the living room. He turns off the hallway light on his way, then flops down on the couch next to Warren. "Dishes done," he says, "so there's no more mature, responsible things to do for the night."

"Mmm. . . I'm starting to think you don't trust me to handle your dishes."

Matt kisses Warren's cheek. ( "That's a silly thing to think." )