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elrhiarhodanTitle: There Will Always Be Time For Paris
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Fandom: White Collar RPF – Matt/Simon
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt Bomer/Simon Halls (as fictional characters)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Simon wants to finally give Matt the honeymoon of their dreams.
A/N: Written fordamietta as extra day for my Fic-Can-Ukah meme, the prompt was “There is a Place Somewhere Called Paris” and she asked for Matt/Simon. I have no clue if any of the “facts” attributed to these real people are actually true.
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“The kids asleep?” Matt looked up from the script he was reading and Simon swallowed hard. Those dorky glasses on the gorgeous face did something for him, to him and he didn’t hear a word Matt said. His husband repeated the question, and he blinked.
“They’re in bed, asleep is another story.” Simon dropped down on the couch next to him. “They’re almost too old for nap time. Just as I’m getting too old for them not to have naps.”
Matt tossed off his glasses and set the script aside. “What’s this about being too old?”
Simon shrugged. He’d been feeling his years lately. Maybe it was seeing all if the pictures of him and Matt together. He looked so ancient standing there, actually the focus of the cameras, not accidentally part of the background.
“Simon? Is everything okay?” And now, Matt was worried.
“Everything’s fine. There are just days, you know?” Matt probably didn’t, but he nodded anyway.
“What’s the script?” He picked it up, it was for one of the rom-coms that Matt’s agent was pushing. “You’re going to do this?”
“Don’t know – it could be fun. It’s set in Paris.”
“There should be more to recommend a movie than its location.”
“I know – but I’ve never been to Paris. Never been out of the country. Well, except for that trip to Mexico.”
Simon stared at his husband. “What do you mean, you’ve never been out of the U.S.?”
“My passport has never been used.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” He was flabbergasted.
“Why would I lie about that?” Matt got serious. “I worked, I went to college, I worked. Not like I had time for the Grand Tour.”
The wheels started turning and suddenly he didn’t feel quite so old anymore. “You know, we’ve never had a real honeymoon.”
Their commitment ceremony, held just after Prop 8 invalidated the California marriage equality law, came right on the cusp of his first season of White Collar. There simply was no time.
They could have gone away during the hiatus between the first two seasons, but the twins were too young to leave for so long. They had never even discussed an adults-only vacation – something more than a weekend up the coast. Matt’s career wasn’t the only thing stopping them.
“Simon? What are you saying?”
“How about we go to Paris – just the two of us? Stephen can manage things for two weeks.”
“Now?”
“Why not? The stupid season … the red carpet season doesn’t get underway for another two months. I’ve got strong, capable partners – I should be able to rely on them.” All he wanted to do was take Matt to Paris, show him all of his favorite places, the world-renown landmarks and the hidden gems in the City of Lights.
“You really want to do this?”
Simon checked his calendar, of course it was going to take some maneuvering, and he’d probably end up owing his partners some serious favors and his employees some significant compensation when they filled in for him for an entire two weeks. How the hell could he take two weeks away from work?
And then he looked at Matt. Didn’t his husband deserve two weeks?
“It’s a lot of time, Simon. Two weeks – away from the office. Away from the boys.”
Matt was right, but … “Two weeks – just the two of us. A week in Paris, a week in London. How does that sound?”
Matt gave him a look. The Look. “I love the idea of having you to myself for all that time …” There was a sexy little growl in his voice, that hint of a Texas twang. “The two of us, a hotel room, the belt from your robe.” Matt kissed him, quick and hard. “But we don’t need two weeks, we don’t need London or Paris.”
“But … but…” He wanted to take Matt on a honeymoon and was trying to insist, but his husband’s tongue was down his throat, his clever hands were unzipping his pants and any semblance of rational thought just disappeared.
Matt pushed him down on the couch and crouched over him like a hungry cat. “A week – one week. Paris will always be there, so will London.”
Simon surrendered. They’d argue – or rather discuss – later. The twins’ naptime didn’t last forever, and Henry would be home from his play date soon.
Matt was doing that thing to his neck, with his tongue and his teeth and he was quickly losing his mind. But not so quickly that he didn’t realize that his husband was looking out for him, his business and their children.
And that was as arousing as any clever sexual trick.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPF – Matt/Simon
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt Bomer/Simon Halls (as fictional characters)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Simon wants to finally give Matt the honeymoon of their dreams.
A/N: Written for
damietta as extra day for my Fic-Can-Ukah meme, the prompt was “There is a Place Somewhere Called Paris” and she asked for Matt/Simon. I have no clue if any of the “facts” attributed to these real people are actually true.“The kids asleep?” Matt looked up from the script he was reading and Simon swallowed hard. Those dorky glasses on the gorgeous face did something for him, to him and he didn’t hear a word Matt said. His husband repeated the question, and he blinked.
“They’re in bed, asleep is another story.” Simon dropped down on the couch next to him. “They’re almost too old for nap time. Just as I’m getting too old for them not to have naps.”
Matt tossed off his glasses and set the script aside. “What’s this about being too old?”
Simon shrugged. He’d been feeling his years lately. Maybe it was seeing all if the pictures of him and Matt together. He looked so ancient standing there, actually the focus of the cameras, not accidentally part of the background.
“Simon? Is everything okay?” And now, Matt was worried.
“Everything’s fine. There are just days, you know?” Matt probably didn’t, but he nodded anyway.
“What’s the script?” He picked it up, it was for one of the rom-coms that Matt’s agent was pushing. “You’re going to do this?”
“Don’t know – it could be fun. It’s set in Paris.”
“There should be more to recommend a movie than its location.”
“I know – but I’ve never been to Paris. Never been out of the country. Well, except for that trip to Mexico.”
Simon stared at his husband. “What do you mean, you’ve never been out of the U.S.?”
“My passport has never been used.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” He was flabbergasted.
“Why would I lie about that?” Matt got serious. “I worked, I went to college, I worked. Not like I had time for the Grand Tour.”
The wheels started turning and suddenly he didn’t feel quite so old anymore. “You know, we’ve never had a real honeymoon.”
Their commitment ceremony, held just after Prop 8 invalidated the California marriage equality law, came right on the cusp of his first season of White Collar. There simply was no time.
They could have gone away during the hiatus between the first two seasons, but the twins were too young to leave for so long. They had never even discussed an adults-only vacation – something more than a weekend up the coast. Matt’s career wasn’t the only thing stopping them.
“Simon? What are you saying?”
“How about we go to Paris – just the two of us? Stephen can manage things for two weeks.”
“Now?”
“Why not? The stupid season … the red carpet season doesn’t get underway for another two months. I’ve got strong, capable partners – I should be able to rely on them.” All he wanted to do was take Matt to Paris, show him all of his favorite places, the world-renown landmarks and the hidden gems in the City of Lights.
“You really want to do this?”
Simon checked his calendar, of course it was going to take some maneuvering, and he’d probably end up owing his partners some serious favors and his employees some significant compensation when they filled in for him for an entire two weeks. How the hell could he take two weeks away from work?
And then he looked at Matt. Didn’t his husband deserve two weeks?
“It’s a lot of time, Simon. Two weeks – away from the office. Away from the boys.”
Matt was right, but … “Two weeks – just the two of us. A week in Paris, a week in London. How does that sound?”
Matt gave him a look. The Look. “I love the idea of having you to myself for all that time …” There was a sexy little growl in his voice, that hint of a Texas twang. “The two of us, a hotel room, the belt from your robe.” Matt kissed him, quick and hard. “But we don’t need two weeks, we don’t need London or Paris.”
“But … but…” He wanted to take Matt on a honeymoon and was trying to insist, but his husband’s tongue was down his throat, his clever hands were unzipping his pants and any semblance of rational thought just disappeared.
Matt pushed him down on the couch and crouched over him like a hungry cat. “A week – one week. Paris will always be there, so will London.”
Simon surrendered. They’d argue – or rather discuss – later. The twins’ naptime didn’t last forever, and Henry would be home from his play date soon.
Matt was doing that thing to his neck, with his tongue and his teeth and he was quickly losing his mind. But not so quickly that he didn’t realize that his husband was looking out for him, his business and their children.
And that was as arousing as any clever sexual trick.
