May 25, 2018

FAN FICTION: Live Free or Die Hard: The Softer Side


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Title: The Softer Side
Author: christikat
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing/Characters: John McClane / Matt Farrell
Rating/Category: PG-13
Prompt: cuddle
Spoilers: none
Summary: John wasn't a cuddler. No, really, he wasn't.
Notes/Warnings: established relationship, domesticity


The Softer Side

John wasn't a cuddler – never had been one. He wasn't going to change that fact about himself. It was already enough to be out in the open with being in a gay relationship. Not only that, but also being in a relationship with a guy who was half his age. Neither John nor Matt liked it when people commented on their relationship behind their backs, disgust and arrogance pouring out of them. Matt got riled up the most by the accusation that he wanted a stern father-figure, showing him the ropes. John mostly rolled his eyes when anyone wondered aloud why he needed Matt. Really what was the point in arguing with someone who asked, “If you so badly want to take care of someone else, what about your own two kids?”

When John had complained about such a line for the twentieth time, Matt had surprised him with snarling, “Then stop calling me kid!”

It was harder than John had expected to stop calling Matt 'kid'. It still slipped him from time to time, which always earned him a long drawn sigh from Matt, accompanied by a frown and a shake of his head. Later, John would always sneak up behind Matt, embrace him and nibble at his throat. Matt would crane his head until it came to a rest on John's shoulder, giving John full access to his throat. Matt's eyes would be closed but his lips were parting eagerly, inviting John's tongue in.

That wasn't cuddling, it was a peace offer.

XXXXX

When John came home from work he would always drop his keys on the small table in the hallway and hang up his jacket on the rack. Then he'd look out for Matt. Sometimes he found him in the kitchen preparing dinner. Neither of them were excellent cooks but they managed to cook decent food more often than not. John would enter the kitchen, loop an arm around Matt's waist and turn him around. Matt's eyes would sparkle and his hands would cup John's face before they kissed. After a thorough kissing session John would hold him close, rub his hands over Matt's back and inhale his scent.

That still didn't count as cuddling, it was just their way of saying, “Hi! It's good to see you.”

XXXXX

Often enough Matt would be in his office. The office had been John's spare room but that seemed to be eons ago. At first it had been Matt's bedroom when he had stayed the first few days with John after the fire-sale. Nowadays Matt slept in John's bed and the small room was filled with tons of stuff John didn't even know the name of. Matt worked here on his programs, designed them and tested them. It had taken Matt some time to figure out which job he should take because suddenly a lot of companies had wanted to hire him. In the end Matt took a job as a game designer. It wasn't the job that brought him the most money but he liked it. When Matt had told him about his decision John had said, “Once a kid, always a kid, huh?”

Matt had shrugged and smiled this lopsided yet affable smile that was so typically him. So, when John found Matt in his office, working, he often stood on the threshold and watched him. As soon as he was sure that he wasn't interrupting anything important John would sit down on the only other chair in the room. The chair creaked, always, and Matt's head would swivel around. A big grin would spread over Matt's face before he got up. Sometimes his legs would buckle because he had forgotten to eat. When that happened, John would reach over and scoop him up in his arms, then place him on his lap. He'd scold Matt for forgetting to eat again but Matt would simply tuck up his legs and make himself comfortable on John's lap. He would rest his head against John's chest after a quick kiss and fall asleep in an instant. John would sit there with Matt sleeping peacefully on his lap. One of his hands would hold Matt in place while his other hand brushed strands of hair out of Matt's face. All his attempts of putting the long strands behind Matt's ears would be in vain but John didn't mind.

That also didn't count as cuddling since John was only making sure Matt was okay.

XXXXX

John had never understood why Holly became clingy in the summer. He was sweating and going nuts from the heat as it was but Holly would lean against his bare chest, throw a leg above his waist and press herself up against him. He could only bear the additional heat for five minutes at maximum. He always excused himself and let her lie in bed with a wounded expression on her face.

It was different with Matt. During the summer heat Matt would sprawl his lanky frame all over what had become his side of the bed. He didn't touch John; it even went so far that when John felt around for him at night he would swat John's hand away, grumbling, “It's too hot, keep your hands to yourself.”

It was good that they were both on the same wavelength regarding the topic of cuddling. No, really, it was. Yet, when the air cooled down in the early hours of the new day John would carefully scoot closer to Matt until his chest touched Matt's naked back. Fine goosebumps would arise all over Matt's body and he shifted in his sleep to get closer to John. They both would sleep in this tight embrace for maybe an hour or two more. John would shut off the alarm-clock before the alarm buzzed and entangled himself from Matt.

Still, that didn't count as cuddling, he had only helped to warm Matt up.

XXXXX

It was winter, a mere eighteen months into their relationship, when it finally hit John. They were sitting on the sofa, watching an old Hitchcock movie because John had insisted that Matt needed to be educated properly. John's feet were propped up on a stool and Matt was half sitting, half lying between John's parted legs. Matt's head rested against John's chest and a blanket covered them both. Matt had curled himself up on one side, with that motion snuggling even closer to John while the very same stroked over Matt's hair.

John stopped in his ministrations which led to Matt nudging his hand with his head. John was reminded of a cat and for a split of a second he waited for Matt to start purring. He shook his head and Matt tilted his head to look at him. Matt was relaxed, totally at ease but at the same time his face held puzzlement, “Why did you stop?”

“I don't like cuddling.”

 “Me neither.”

“Really? What are we doing then here?”

Matt folded himself up even more and John immediately adjusted his grip around him. John felt Matt chuckle, then heard him say, “We're snuggling. In a very manly way. That okay with you?”

John was silent for a moment. He wasn't sure if Matt was mocking him but if he was honest – he didn't care. “Yeah. As long as we're not cuddling.”

“We could always smooch if this makes you feel more comfortable,” Matt suggested. He was looking at John again, his eyes holding that special twinkle which meant he was being playful.

John bent down and kissed Matt firmly on the lips. He manhandled Matt in a straddling position and peppered his face with small kisses. After a while he fumbled for the remote and switched off the TV. “Wanna smooch in bed?”

Matt nodded and hand-in-hand they stumbled towards the bedroom. Later, after they had been united in the best possible way, John was lying on his side. He was nestled up against Matt's back and held him tightly.

Maybe he did like to cuddle after all.



END


FAN FICTION: Live Free or Die Hard: Falling


Master list can be found here.

Title: Falling
Author: christikat
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing/Characters: John McClane / Matt Farrell
Rating/Category: PG-13
Word count: ~ 2000

A/N: Written for hc_bingo, prompt: seizures

Beta: The wonderful petey156

Excerpt: Really, John had already covered the getting sick part at the most inconvenient time possible.


Falling

“Do you know where we are? Because I don't know and there are at least four men with really big guns chasing us and one of them injected whatever into your veins and … and shouldn't backup be here by now?” Matt was panting as John pushed him to his limits. Matt took four steps at once but John urged him to go even faster while they raced down flights of stairs.

A loud bang announced that their pursuers were closing in on them and Matt's heart skipped a few beats before it thumped erratically in his chest. He really hated it when they got trapped in the middle of some evil scheme, especially when they were supposed to be at home with John bending him in half while he fucked him into oblivion. A sharp tug on his left wrist caused Matt to stumble right into John's arms. He opened his mouth but one of John's broad hands covered it.

“Be quiet!” John hissed. Matt obeyed immediately.

John carefully maneuvered Matt and himself through a door, then closed it with a soft click. They were in the parking lot of the building at the ground floor level and Matt breathed a sigh of relief. There were enough shadowy spaces to hide until the cavalry arrived. He was following John when he recognized that something was off with his partner. John seemed to be unsteady on his feet and sometimes changed the direction abruptly only to change  back after a second.

“John?” Matt called out though he kept his voice low. John turned around with an utterly confused look on his face. He just stood there, blinked at Matt while an uneasy feeling grew within the younger man. Again he said, “John? You're okay?”

Both men jumped when the door to their floor crashed open with a loud bang. Fear crept up anew in Matt but he knew that he could trust John to do everything to get them out of the danger zone. He was completely unprepared for John tumbling to the ground and thrashing around wildly. Matt gaped at the sight of his lover convulsing at his feet and dread spread throughout his body, leaving him cold and shaky. After a few seconds he  crouched down next to John which wasn't easy because the man was still moving unpredictably and almost knocked Matt out.

Matt's eyes widened when he saw scratches and trickles of blood on John's head where he'd thumped it on the concrete over and over again. Recalling everything he had ever heard about people with seizures he knew that he shouldn't restrain John's movements.

“Ha ha, me restraining your movements. As if that would be possible anyway,” Matt muttered. “Oh fuck, John, come on. Stop it, man. This is a really bad timing to have your very first seizure. Or wait, is this even your first? It has to be, right? Shit! What did they give you and why … Geez, stop thumping your head!”

John didn't listen and Matt did the only thing he could think of. He slid out of his sweater, folded it together and tried to place it underneath John's head. It took him several attempts and earned him a few bruises from John's flailing fists. He scooted out of John's reach and just stared at John's convulsing body.

His concentration had been so centered on John that he hadn't heard the approaching sirens. He was surprised when there was yelling and shooting around him. The shooting didn't even scare him, he was too terrified by what was happening to John. Someone ran past him, clapped him on the shoulder and told him to stay down with John. Matt rolled his eyes, “As if I was going anywhere without him.”

He eyed John apprehensively. Matt felt his own throat constricting and prayed that he would not get an asthma attack right now. Really, John had already covered the getting sick part at the most inconvenient time possible. The sounds of shooting and yelling  subsided and eventually John's movements stilled. Matt was trembling though and had to crawl on all fours to get to John. Kneeling beside John he tentatively reached out and stroked John's stubbled cheeks. He swallowed hard several times and fought to keep his composure. John's eyes were open but his movements were slow and clumsy and he didn't react like Matt expected him to.

Matt's eyes widened when John began to groan and moan. It took him a few seconds to realize that John was going to vomit. Since John didn't seem capable of controlling his body, Matt quickly crawled behind him and pushed the older man onto his side. He wasn't a second too soon as John started puking instantly. Matt rubbed over John's flank with shaky fingers and spared a moment to wonder why the hell his own vision was so blurry when it occurred to him that his eyes were filled with tears.

Someone approached them and asked, “Do you need the paramedics?”

Matt's voice sounded foreign to him when he replied, “No, John McClane always lies on the ground and pukes all over it, it's no big deal.” The officer stared at Matt in bafflement until Matt barked, “Of course we need the paramedics over here! He just had a seizure because of whatever drug those idiots injected him with and why are you just staring at us like a dumb idiot? Move and get some help!”

The officer blinked, then briskly walked away to get help. John's raspy voice caught Matt by surprise: “Kid, you weren't exactly nice to him.”

“Do I look as if I would care? You scared the living hell out of me! How do you feel? How's your head? Does it hurt? I tried to protect your head from thumping against the ground with my sweater but it took me a while to stick it under your head and you were thrashing and totally out of your mind and, hey, did you ever have a seizure before? And don't even try to convince me that this wasn't a seizure because it totally was and --”

“Kid! Matt! Stop it! I don't feel well and you're not helping.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really. I-I didn't know what to do and you're … you're not allowed to have seizures. It's screwing up your immortal image and I don't think I can handle that. Come to think about it, I don't think I can handle when you lose consciousness and simply fall to the ground without warning me that you're going to do that. Fuck! I'm rambling, huh? Sorry!”

John was still lying on his side; exhaustion was clearly chiseled into his face when he craned his head to get a better view of Matt. “You're shaking.”

“Yeah, well, that was an experience I could have done without and you know, it's just the adrenaline wearing off.”

John smiled at him and the knot in Matt's gut slowly loosened up. The paramedics arrived, asked John and Matt like a zillion questions and eventually strapped John to a gurney – not without John complaining and ranting impressively. The only thing that prevented him from going straight home was the fact that his body didn't obey his commands. Matt expected John to grouse during the ride to the hospital but he was too worn out. He had his eyes closed and dozed throughout the ten minutes it took them to arrive at their destination.

Matt followed John even though the nurses tried to shoo him away. There was no way in hell that he'd allow anyone to separate them right now and after the third argument he snapped: “I swear I'm going to press charges against the whole hospital and you specifically because you denied me the right to stay with my husband.”

“Oh!” the nurse exclaimed and looked from Matt to John. She cleared her throat, then ushered him to a chair next to John's bed.

Matt stayed at John's side while the doctors did their job. Matt was grateful that John hadn't hurt himself too badly. There were no broken bones, just a few cuts on his head that needed to be disinfected. The doctor advised John to stay in the hospital for a few hours and drew blood to identify whatever the perps had injected into him. John shrugged the doctor's concern off and was about to sign himself out of the hospital when Matt decided to bring out the big guns. He closed a curtain around John's bed and draped himself over John's body, resting his head on John's broad chest. The rhythmic beating of John's heart was reassuring but Matt really wanted the doctor to be sure that John was okay. His voice was soft but held an urgent pleading tone when he said: “John, please. Just, just a few hours to make sure you're okay. I-I can't handle seeing you suffer from another seizure. If you don't want to stay for yourself, then do it for me. Please.”

Silence stretched out between them and Matt didn't dare look up. Eventually one of John's hands started rubbing soothing circles on Matt's back while the other hand petted his hair. Matt let out a shaky breath when John muttered: “Three hours and not one minute more. By the way, since when are we married to each other?”

Matt stiffened and hastily sat up. He stared at John wide-eyed while he furiously tried to come up with a witty reply. “Uh, I …,” he started. John raised an eyebrow questioningly and Matt wished he knew if John was pissed off or just slightly annoyed. Quickly he rambled: “I … that … it was the only thing that came to my mind. I didn't want to leave you alone. Oh wow, that sounds wrong. I mean, I just wanted to make sure you're okay and maybe I was scared they'd hurt you and --”

Matt cut himself off when a smirk appeared on John's face. John tousled his hair. Matt sighed and eventually smiled at John. “I should have been more worried about you hurting the staff here, huh?”

“Probably.” Both men looked at each other for a while. Matt opened his mouth but John forestalled him with, “No. Don't even think about that here.”

Matt blinked. “You don't know what I was going to say.”

“Don't kid yourself. Of course I know what you wanted to say and do.”

Matt folded his arms in front of his chest and stared at John defiantly. “No, you don't.”

“You wanted to ask me if you could cuddle up to me and the answer is still no.”

Matt felt his cheeks burn up but sullenly he clung to his lie. “That was so not what I was going to say and do.”

“Do you remember the fact that I'm a cop and can tell when you lie to me?”

Matt huffed and pouted, then said quietly: “You scared me. And … and since everyone thinks we're married anyway there's nothing wrong with me cuddling you.”

Matt!”

“Okay, okay. May I cuddle you at home, Mr. Grinch?”

“Sure, sweetie-pie,” John answered with a straight face.

Matt burst out in laughter and collapsed onto John's chest. John couldn't keep a broad smile from settling on his face and chuckled, “You started it!”

Matt lifted his head up from John's chest, still trying to catch his breath. John smiled at him fondly, then tugged at Matt until the younger man had nestled up against John's side. Gruffly John said: “Just for the record, I did not cave.”


END

FAN FICTION: Live Free or Die Hard: Just One Day


Master list can be found here.

Title: Just One Day
Author: christikat
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing/Characters: John McClane / Matt Farrell
Rating/Category: NC-17
Word count: ~ 2100
Prompt: recovery
Spoilers: none

Notes/Warnings: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Oh hell, he just needed one sex-free day per week!


Just One Day


Sex with John was great, no doubt about that. Sometimes it was rough against-the-wall-sex, sometimes it was tender love making but it was always intense. Matt had always thought that older men couldn't get it up so frequently but John of course had to be the exception from the rule. Everything was great, really it was but … Matt was longing for a recovery period that was longer than 24 hours at maximum. Oh hell, he just needed one sex-free day per week! Surely that wasn't too much to ask?

Okay, okay, he just needed a plan to avoid having sex for one day. Surely, that wouldn't be too difficult. Hey, he could even do it today. John was at work and not supposed to come home before 8 pm. Matt decided to cook a full meal which included a great dessert. John would be tired, then stuffed with food, maybe watch some TV after dinner and then doze off on the couch. Matt only had to drag him to bed because sleeping on the couch didn't really agree with John's body anymore. Then he'd claim having to check his e-mails again and get into bed when John was already asleep.

Matt smiled; that was a good idea and an easy one too. For a few minutes he pondered about the meal and decided to go to the store. He whistled on his way and got all the ingredients he needed. Around 6 pm he began to putter around in the kitchen. He was so engrossed in the cooking that he didn't even hear John enter the apartment shortly after eight. He almost jumped out of his skin when the older man encircled him around the waist and laid his chin on top of his shoulder. The gravelly voice sent shivers up and down Matt's spine.

“Mhm, that smells good.”

“It tastes even better. Take a seat, I only need to fill the plates.”

It was one of the few times John actually did what Matt said without arguing or raising an eyebrow, waiting for a better explanation as to why he should obey. Matt bit on his inner cheek to prevent himself from grinning like a Cheshire cat – so far his plan was working.

The plan still worked accordingly until Matt shooed John off into the direction of their bedroom. He faked to be suddenly reminded that he needed to check his e-mails because he was waiting for an important message. Before he was able to turn around John had grabbed his left wrist and pulled him flush against him. Matt swallowed and hoped that this wasn't the start of an angry interrogation with John expecting him to spill the reason for telling a lie.

“Are you sure it's that important?”

Matt shivered while John's broad hands rubbed his back, then traveled downwards to squeeze his ass cheeks. Oh crap, that wasn't supposed to happen right now! Matt swallowed and assured himself that he was stronger, that he was able to withstand the temptation. Damn it! He was making a point here, really, he was-

Suddenly he was lying on his back on their shared bed, John was straddling him and kissing the hell out of him. Matt pushed lightly against John's chest but that had the same effect as if he was trying to push a bulldozer away. Then John shoved Matt's shirt up, swirled his tongue around a nipple and Matt's back arched up. John grazed Matt's nipple with his teeth and a low moan escaped Matt's mouth, announcing his defeat.

Oh well, he'd make his point tomorrow!

XXXXX

The next morning Matt woke up from the sounds of John taking a shower. Leisurely he stretched himself and sat up. He grimaced a bit when he stood up and hissed for the first few steps. All his muscles were sore. He'd definitely remember their ... encounter for the rest of the day. Despite of the soreness he smiled as he remembered John's face during his climax. It still made Matt proud that he was the one who had gotten this man.

He hastily threw on some clothes and trudged into the kitchen. The coffee was ready and Matt's most favorite mug was standing beside the coffee machine, just like every morning. Matt poured himself coffee and prepared a quick breakfast.

John padded into the kitchen barefoot only five minutes later. He cupped Matt's face into his palms, kissed him soundly on the mouth before he grabbed his mug and muttered, “Morning. You're up early. Gotta work today? Did you already check your important e-mail?”

Matt choked on his coffee as he heard the innocent question. Shit! He had forgotten about the lie he had told yesterday. “The e-mail? Oh crap, no, I forgot!”

John gazed at him, a thoughtful expression on his face and Matt was sure that he had given himself away with the light squeak of his voice. He hated that he couldn't even tell a simple white lie to his partner. Quickly he rambled on, “Guess you pounded my brain out of me last night, eh?”

It wasn't his best line but to be honest, he couldn't think of anything else. He breathed a sigh of relief when John snorted a, “Hell, yeah, I did that.”

Matt hid his smile behind his coffee mug at hearing John's smug reply. When John was finished with breakfast and ready to go, he pulled Matt into a bear hug and kissed him as if they were parting for days. Matt was thoroughly dazed after the kiss and weakly waved at John's retreating back. When the door snapped shut Matt exhaled noisily and rubbed his hands over his face. Today. The one sex-free day per week had to be today. He just needed a new strategy.

The whole day he mulled about that new strategy. Yeah, well, maybe not exactly the whole day because after John's departure he went straight back to bed. He slept until noon, then showered and worked for a while on the security problems of a program. John called in the afternoon to ask if he should pick up something for dinner on his way home. Matt was all for it and after the call he chatted and worked further on the program.

John came home and practically had to drag Matt away from his computer. They ate and bantered and bickered as usual. Matt didn't even ask John if they wanted to spend the evening together, he simply went back to his “office” and worked on that bitchy program. He even forgot for a while that he was trying to make a point - unbeknownst to John.

Matt jumped when John's strong hands squeezed his shoulders and began to massage his stiff muscles. He hissed at first, then almost purred when his muscles loosened up. John bent over him to claim his mouth and Matt opened up willingly. Naturally the kiss led to groping and panting.

“Wait, I … I have to save those files and power down my gear,” Matt moaned right after one of John's hands had found its way underneath the waistband of Matt's jeans.

John grunted something which Matt couldn't decipher while he tapped away on the keyboard. As soon as everything was ready John's hand disappeared and Matt was torn between relief and annoyance. Relief because maybe he would get his one sex-free day per week at last, annoyance because his dick was straining painfully against his jeans.

The annoyance faded a few seconds later when John lifted him up and instructed him to cross his legs behind the older man's back. Waves of heat surged through Matt and on their way to their bedroom he kept kissing, licking and teasing John. In a rush they got rid of their clothes and when John's sturdy body blanketed his own Matt sighed in contentment.

Oh well, tomorrow was another day. He'd get his sex-free day then.

XXXXX

Matt tried, he really did try to go one day without sex but … well, John was very convincing.

How could someone say no when John asked to get fucked as it had happened the day before? Matt definitely couldn't even though John was still the one who was in charge. He demanded a faster pace, a slight shift of Matt's hips so that he was stroking his sweet spot with each thrust or to just fuck him harder. Matt obeyed instantly, wanting to please John badly so that he'd allow him to slide into him again. Whenever John bottomed Matt's climax was almost bordering on being painful from the intensity of it. He was barely able to pull out and crush next to John before sleep claimed him.

The next morning his abdominal muscles and various other muscles ached tremendously. He vowed to himself that he'd get his sex-free day today.

XXXXX

Matt broke his vow three more times so today was the last chance to get his one sex-free day for this week. There was not one single part of his body that wasn't aching. He had never done a marathon or triathlon or anything remotely similar but he was sure that those guys had to feel like he did. He really, really needed at least one day to recover! Just how in hell was he supposed to get that working today? John was off duty, the day was cold and rainy and therefore made to stay in bed.

Matt grimaced and gave a low painful hiss when he got out of bed. He followed the smell of freshly fried bacon and felt his mouth water. John was a damn master at preparing breakfast but didn't show his talent very often.

Padding into the kitchen, Matt brushed some strands of hair out of his eyes and quickly pecked John on a cheek. In return he received a smirk and the order to sit down. When they were both finished John opened up the newspaper and asked, “How about spending a lazy day in bed?”

Matt groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes. That sounded tempting, really, but only if it would just involve cuddling and no actual sex. He was so drained that the thought of experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm was causing tears to well up in his eyes. He didn't answer to John's question which led to John asking worriedly, “Kid, you're okay?”

Matt folded himself together on the kitchen stair and hid his face behind his tucked up knees. Within a second John was standing next to him, both hands rested on his shoulders while he repeated his question, “Matt, are you okay?”

“No! No, I'm not! You know … you know that I love you and everything we do which includes the sex. Because, because it's the best sex I've ever had and I'm not prude or anything but … but I, I need time to recover,” Matt babbled while one of his hands waved hectically around in the air. He kept his eyes shut and when John didn't react in an instant he went on, “I, I know that it makes me sound like a girl but I'm aching all over. I'm just so fucking exhausted but-”

“Why didn't you say something before?” John's voice was gentle even when he forced Matt's face out of his hiding place by pulling at his hair sharply.

Matt swallowed and felt much too vulnerable for his liking. “I tried to distract you from having sex but that didn't work too well. Oh, and I guess I just can't say no to you.”

John grinned a full-fledged grin, scooped Matt up in his arms and sat down on the chair. He placed Matt on his lap and the younger man rested his head on one of John's shoulders. “I never thought I'd say that to you but sometimes you're pretty dumb. You need to tell me what you want and what not, I don't pick up on subtle signs.”

“Yeah, subtlety isn't really your cup of tea.”

“Then don't bother to try it with me.”

“Okay, next time I'll take the direct route. So, how about we spend the day in bed with cuddling all day long?”

Matt had to laugh at all the various emotions that were fluttering over John's face. He didn't expect John to shrug his shoulders, shove him off his lap and pull him towards their bedroom to do just that.



END