Two Matt/Simon RPF Fics
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Meet Cute
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: PG
Characters: Matt Bomer, Simon Halls
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~700
Summary: This little fangirl’s take on just how did Matt and Simon meet.
For my dearest friendphotoash, written for the prompt in her journal a few months ago.
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He knows he's good looking, almost too good looking, and there's no shame it that. But it means he's constantly cast in pretty-boy roles...a male gigolo, a sweet hearted college student. Even his bad-ass turn as Bryce Larkin was more about how he looks than his acting chops.
It also means he gets more than his fair share of come-ons and pickup lines - in clubs and bars and even walking down the street. Although he likes to dance and there's nothing wrong with a night at the clubs, he's not really the type to go into the back rooms and stick his dick in someone's mouth just for the hell of it. Too be honest, even though he's barely thirty, he wants to settle down, have a real life, not a parody of one where he's going to wake up some morning and find out he's done something he shouldn't with someone he shouldn't and his life (as he knows it, wants it, expects it to be) will be over.
So Matt dreams of a steady job - maybe he'll go back to school, maybe something in broadcast journalism, maybe something else altogether, when he gets a call from his agent. There's a new show that Fox is producing, but it's for USA Networks - it's fresh, it's different, it's character-based and while it doesn't hurt that he looks like Adonis come to life, it's about "smart" not "pretty."
So Matt flies to New York - coach, of course because the studio doesn't pick up the tab for auditions. The flight's a bear - he's sitting between a husband and wife who are clearly relishing the distance provided by the middle seat, but they can't stop arguing for two minutes over the course of the five hour plane ride.
He's got a few hours before his audition, and he's almost too excited to sleep. His agent tells him to wear a good suit, to look sharp - to BE this Neal Caffrey, and Matt puts on the one good one he has, from when his sister got married. He grimaces when he looks at himself in the mirror - it's hopelessly out of style, but he doesn't have the time or the money to get a new one. He may look a little like a Texas country hick, but he can act like the down and out young sophisticate that “Neal Caffrey” seems to be.
He wants this part more than anything, almost more than Superman and the four-picture deal (and given how badly Superman flopped, he's really glad he lost the part). It's New York, baby - he loves the City and while Hollywood is the center of power for the entertainment industry, New York is where things really happen.
The audition goes perfectly. He reads and reads and reads. He meets the show runner, Jeff Eastin and some of the USA people too. But there is this guy. Tall, rangy, older - he isn't involved in the show, and he isn't a USA or Fox exec.
Whoever he is, Matt can't take his eyes off of him. He's not gorgeous, but he has something - soul, maybe - that transcends surface beauty. He also kind of scares the crap of him - every time the Matt looks over, he's looking back at him, with a twinkle in his eye.
After the fifth read through for a set of Fox people who just came in, his agent pulls him aside and whispers that he pretty much has the part. Some of the Fox guys are pushing for an older actor, maybe British (they're thinking Remington Steele, but the show runner is putting his foot down, and so was USA. They want Matt Bomer for this part, and they want him very badly.
Matt tries to keep his happiness to himself. But something must have leaked out, or maybe it was the little Snoopy dance he does in the mens room. The mysterious man, the one who is now watching Matt like a hungry hawk, is finally coming over. Matt tries to be subtle about checking his breath (it was fine) and wiping the sweat off of his palms (they are soaked). He turns around and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Batt Momer." He wants to sink into the floor and die from embarrassment. He is never this flustered.
The other man chuckles, but it isnt' a mean laugh. "I'm Simon Halls, or Himon Salls, if you prefer. And congratulations."
FIN
Title: Friday Night Blues
Author:elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: PG
Characters: Matt Bomer, Simon Halls, Matt/Simon
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~450
Summary: Matt’s facing a long weekend alone in New York. Or is he?
For my dearest friendphotoash, because she was having a very bad day.
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It was Friday, cool and rainy and so very April in New York. Matt was supposed to be on a plane heading to LA tonight, but his reservations got fucked up royally, and for some reason, unless he wanted to pay for a first class fare (and he almost did), he was stuck in New York for the weekend. Tim was on his way to Kennedy and Willie was ensconced with Nathan. Matt could have looked up some friends - Lee was in town and would probably be good for a drink after his performance, but that was a few hours late at night.
No, Matt was not happy at all. He dozed for a bit in the car and made his way into his apartment, fumbling with the keys. He dumped his bag and curiously took note that the bedroom light was on - he usually didn't forget to turn it off. Oh well - at least the electricity is included in the rent. Matt dropped his jacket on the chair and went into the kitchen to get an end-of-the-day beer. Just one - because he was counting carbs like a miser counts his coin. Wardrobe was fitting him tighter and tighter, and he'd never hear the end of it if he busted a seam.
He took a sip, and then a sound from the bedroom startled him. What the fuck? He picked up his phone, about to dial 9-1-1. Maybe a crazy fan had broken in. There was another noise, this time music.
It was Claire de Lune - Simon's favorite.
Matt dropped his phone and started pulling off his shirt as he walked to the bedroom. Happiness sang through his veins at the sight of his husband reclining on the bed, still dressed but feet bare. He all but ran and jumped onto the bed. Simon rolled him over, kissed him senseless and held him close.
"I wanted to give you a break."
Matt looked up at his husband, puzzled.
Simon brushed the hair off his forehead. "I know how much you hate spending the weekends alone, but flying back and forth takes so much out of you. I thought I'd surprise you with a visit."
"So my booking wasn't screwed up?"
Simon grinned. "You really think I'd let that happen?" He kissed Matt again.
"You left the kids in LA?" Matt was a little disappointed at the thought. He missed the children terribly.
"Nope - they're with the nanny at the Four Seasons. Kit's probably taken apart the entertainment center and put it back inside out already."
Matt tucked his head into Simon's shoulder. He felt so damn good. "We've got a few hours?"
"We've got all night, baby. All night."
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: PG
Characters: Matt Bomer, Simon Halls
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~700
Summary: This little fangirl’s take on just how did Matt and Simon meet.
For my dearest friend
photoash, written for the prompt in her journal a few months ago. He knows he's good looking, almost too good looking, and there's no shame it that. But it means he's constantly cast in pretty-boy roles...a male gigolo, a sweet hearted college student. Even his bad-ass turn as Bryce Larkin was more about how he looks than his acting chops.
It also means he gets more than his fair share of come-ons and pickup lines - in clubs and bars and even walking down the street. Although he likes to dance and there's nothing wrong with a night at the clubs, he's not really the type to go into the back rooms and stick his dick in someone's mouth just for the hell of it. Too be honest, even though he's barely thirty, he wants to settle down, have a real life, not a parody of one where he's going to wake up some morning and find out he's done something he shouldn't with someone he shouldn't and his life (as he knows it, wants it, expects it to be) will be over.
So Matt dreams of a steady job - maybe he'll go back to school, maybe something in broadcast journalism, maybe something else altogether, when he gets a call from his agent. There's a new show that Fox is producing, but it's for USA Networks - it's fresh, it's different, it's character-based and while it doesn't hurt that he looks like Adonis come to life, it's about "smart" not "pretty."
So Matt flies to New York - coach, of course because the studio doesn't pick up the tab for auditions. The flight's a bear - he's sitting between a husband and wife who are clearly relishing the distance provided by the middle seat, but they can't stop arguing for two minutes over the course of the five hour plane ride.
He's got a few hours before his audition, and he's almost too excited to sleep. His agent tells him to wear a good suit, to look sharp - to BE this Neal Caffrey, and Matt puts on the one good one he has, from when his sister got married. He grimaces when he looks at himself in the mirror - it's hopelessly out of style, but he doesn't have the time or the money to get a new one. He may look a little like a Texas country hick, but he can act like the down and out young sophisticate that “Neal Caffrey” seems to be.
He wants this part more than anything, almost more than Superman and the four-picture deal (and given how badly Superman flopped, he's really glad he lost the part). It's New York, baby - he loves the City and while Hollywood is the center of power for the entertainment industry, New York is where things really happen.
The audition goes perfectly. He reads and reads and reads. He meets the show runner, Jeff Eastin and some of the USA people too. But there is this guy. Tall, rangy, older - he isn't involved in the show, and he isn't a USA or Fox exec.
Whoever he is, Matt can't take his eyes off of him. He's not gorgeous, but he has something - soul, maybe - that transcends surface beauty. He also kind of scares the crap of him - every time the Matt looks over, he's looking back at him, with a twinkle in his eye.
After the fifth read through for a set of Fox people who just came in, his agent pulls him aside and whispers that he pretty much has the part. Some of the Fox guys are pushing for an older actor, maybe British (they're thinking Remington Steele, but the show runner is putting his foot down, and so was USA. They want Matt Bomer for this part, and they want him very badly.
Matt tries to keep his happiness to himself. But something must have leaked out, or maybe it was the little Snoopy dance he does in the mens room. The mysterious man, the one who is now watching Matt like a hungry hawk, is finally coming over. Matt tries to be subtle about checking his breath (it was fine) and wiping the sweat off of his palms (they are soaked). He turns around and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Batt Momer." He wants to sink into the floor and die from embarrassment. He is never this flustered.
The other man chuckles, but it isnt' a mean laugh. "I'm Simon Halls, or Himon Salls, if you prefer. And congratulations."
Title: Friday Night Blues
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: PG
Characters: Matt Bomer, Simon Halls, Matt/Simon
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~450
Summary: Matt’s facing a long weekend alone in New York. Or is he?
For my dearest friend
photoash, because she was having a very bad day. It was Friday, cool and rainy and so very April in New York. Matt was supposed to be on a plane heading to LA tonight, but his reservations got fucked up royally, and for some reason, unless he wanted to pay for a first class fare (and he almost did), he was stuck in New York for the weekend. Tim was on his way to Kennedy and Willie was ensconced with Nathan. Matt could have looked up some friends - Lee was in town and would probably be good for a drink after his performance, but that was a few hours late at night.
No, Matt was not happy at all. He dozed for a bit in the car and made his way into his apartment, fumbling with the keys. He dumped his bag and curiously took note that the bedroom light was on - he usually didn't forget to turn it off. Oh well - at least the electricity is included in the rent. Matt dropped his jacket on the chair and went into the kitchen to get an end-of-the-day beer. Just one - because he was counting carbs like a miser counts his coin. Wardrobe was fitting him tighter and tighter, and he'd never hear the end of it if he busted a seam.
He took a sip, and then a sound from the bedroom startled him. What the fuck? He picked up his phone, about to dial 9-1-1. Maybe a crazy fan had broken in. There was another noise, this time music.
It was Claire de Lune - Simon's favorite.
Matt dropped his phone and started pulling off his shirt as he walked to the bedroom. Happiness sang through his veins at the sight of his husband reclining on the bed, still dressed but feet bare. He all but ran and jumped onto the bed. Simon rolled him over, kissed him senseless and held him close.
"I wanted to give you a break."
Matt looked up at his husband, puzzled.
Simon brushed the hair off his forehead. "I know how much you hate spending the weekends alone, but flying back and forth takes so much out of you. I thought I'd surprise you with a visit."
"So my booking wasn't screwed up?"
Simon grinned. "You really think I'd let that happen?" He kissed Matt again.
"You left the kids in LA?" Matt was a little disappointed at the thought. He missed the children terribly.
"Nope - they're with the nanny at the Four Seasons. Kit's probably taken apart the entertainment center and put it back inside out already."
Matt tucked his head into Simon's shoulder. He felt so damn good. "We've got a few hours?"
"We've got all night, baby. All night."
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Date: 2011-05-20 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-20 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-20 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-20 09:35 pm (UTC)(And, of course the second one shows how Simon really takes care of Matt something I also see IRL.)
OK, OK, OK, I do like both of them, LOL!
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Date: 2011-05-20 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-21 03:27 am (UTC)I kinda think Simon is a little intimidating.
And I could read it for the rest of the night, really. So cute.
You seriously need to write more RPF.
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Date: 2011-05-21 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-21 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-16 05:22 am (UTC)This is just an all-around beautiful sentence. The flow of it, the vastness of everything it captures, the emotions it plucks up reading it and the images it conjurs. That, that sentence right there, is what elevates writing into art.
Oh, your nervous Matt is absolutely love and so is the entire ending to this story. <3
Sweet Simon! Ohhhh. I love it. Love love love it and want to squish it to death.