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broadwritingTitle: "Semi-Private"
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Ben Affleck/Matt Damon (Casey Affleck)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eavesdropping isn't a sin in the Affleck household.
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Disclaimer: Never happened.
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damonaffleck 2005 Afflection Remix. Original fic is "Valentine haiku" by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fran_de_sales.
"Never say forever
'Cause nothing lasts"
-- Foo Fighters
Casey can hear the muffled voices before he turns the corner, recognizes the voices of his brother and Matt even as he skids to a halt, just out of sight. Wouldn't do to get caught before he hears anything of interest. Eavesdropping might be considered a sin to some -- but not in the Affleck household. Besides, if Casey's right, this is the first private conversation Matt and Ben have had since Ben's hasty marriage (that Casey hadn't even been invited to, let alone Matt, and Casey's not sure how long it'll be before he forgives Ben for that bit of bullshit), and why Casey thinks Ben had insisted on coming tonight.
Casey presses himself against the wall, head cocked, silent and straining to hear the muffled voices.
"...not fucking joking," Matt's saying, and even Casey can tell he's pissed, not at all his usual, genial self. "What'd you think was gonna happened? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Matt, I know it's been months and I didn't even let you know I knocked this girl up, let alone that I was gonna marry her' --"
"What the fuck are you talking about, I fucking called --"
"Shut the fuck up, alright. I'm talking now; we're on my time. You can't just waltz back into my goddamn life like that, let alone my -- Jesus, Ben, what were you thinking? Do I look like your bitch? Is that all I am to you anymore? Fucking dog that comes running when you whistle?"
"That's a fucked up thing to say," and Casey has to strain to hear Ben. There's nothing of Ben's usual fuck-you bravado in his voice -- just exhaustion and an odd note of desperation. "I couldn't invite anyone, hell, not even my brother" (Thanks for thinking of me) "or the paparazzi would've --"
"Fuck the paparazzi," Matt retorts, whip-fast. "You think I give a shit? Fuck, man...if we're letting the press come between us, what do we have left?"
"Everything," Ben answers in a low, fierce whisper. "I'm nothing without you."
"No, no. You don't get to say that to me."
"You saved my life, Matt," and it sounds to Casey like Ben could almost be on the verge of tears (and wouldn't that be a fucked up situation, given what Casey's seen Matt do to himself over Ben). "I'd've killed myself without you."
"I don't want to hear this. You don't owe me anything. That's not what I... Look, you're with her now. Concentrate on that. Your wife."
"You think she doesn't know? You think I'd've married her if she hadn't accepted us, what we have?"
"You married her because she was pregnant."
"Partially. Matt, c'mon...please..."
"Don't. Don't touch me."
"Me and you, remember? No matter what, no matter where, time, distance, we're us. You can't pretend it doesn't matter anymore just because you're pissed at me for becoming a father."
"I didn't pretend anything. You did. First the drinking, then the gambling, then fucking J-Lo and the tabloid covers every week, and now this... Jesus, man, how more clichéd could you get? How long did you expect me to pick up the pieces for you?"
"I don't...I don't know."
"Neither do I, but it's over. The free ride is over, collect your door prize and head home."
"Not much of one without you, you know," and Casey could certainly attest to that, hallelujah, amen. They both start to lose their shit when they haven't seen each other for a few months.
"You're not my bitch, Matt," Ben continues, still in that same quiet, desperate voice. "And I don't need you to be my knight. Not anymore. I just need you."
"Took you long enough," and Casey heartily agrees. Maybe his brother's not as stupid as he'd thought.
"This mean you forgive me?"
"Well, now, I wouldn't go so far as to say that," Matt drawls, and now Casey can hear a hint of that familiar bite. "I mean, you did just crash my premiere..."
Casey turns and makes his way back to the party, content that he's heard enough. With any luck, Matt'll make Ben grovel some more (a LOT more) before he forgives him. Casey hopes Matt makes his brother go down to his fucking knees for that weak-ass shit.
Jennifer gives him a questioning look from across the room and he gives her a thumbs up as he slides an arm around Summer's waist. He's certain his own mirrors the look of relief on Jennifer's face.
"Where were you?" Summer asks.
He places a kiss to her cheek, thankful for his own simple life. "Just making sure things are as they should be."
***
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Ben Affleck/Matt Damon (Casey Affleck)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eavesdropping isn't a sin in the Affleck household.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Written for the
damonaffleck 2005 Afflection Remix. Original fic is "Valentine haiku" by fran_de_sales. "Never say forever
'Cause nothing lasts"
-- Foo Fighters
Casey can hear the muffled voices before he turns the corner, recognizes the voices of his brother and Matt even as he skids to a halt, just out of sight. Wouldn't do to get caught before he hears anything of interest. Eavesdropping might be considered a sin to some -- but not in the Affleck household. Besides, if Casey's right, this is the first private conversation Matt and Ben have had since Ben's hasty marriage (that Casey hadn't even been invited to, let alone Matt, and Casey's not sure how long it'll be before he forgives Ben for that bit of bullshit), and why Casey thinks Ben had insisted on coming tonight.
Casey presses himself against the wall, head cocked, silent and straining to hear the muffled voices.
"...not fucking joking," Matt's saying, and even Casey can tell he's pissed, not at all his usual, genial self. "What'd you think was gonna happened? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Matt, I know it's been months and I didn't even let you know I knocked this girl up, let alone that I was gonna marry her' --"
"What the fuck are you talking about, I fucking called --"
"Shut the fuck up, alright. I'm talking now; we're on my time. You can't just waltz back into my goddamn life like that, let alone my -- Jesus, Ben, what were you thinking? Do I look like your bitch? Is that all I am to you anymore? Fucking dog that comes running when you whistle?"
"That's a fucked up thing to say," and Casey has to strain to hear Ben. There's nothing of Ben's usual fuck-you bravado in his voice -- just exhaustion and an odd note of desperation. "I couldn't invite anyone, hell, not even my brother" (Thanks for thinking of me) "or the paparazzi would've --"
"Fuck the paparazzi," Matt retorts, whip-fast. "You think I give a shit? Fuck, man...if we're letting the press come between us, what do we have left?"
"Everything," Ben answers in a low, fierce whisper. "I'm nothing without you."
"No, no. You don't get to say that to me."
"You saved my life, Matt," and it sounds to Casey like Ben could almost be on the verge of tears (and wouldn't that be a fucked up situation, given what Casey's seen Matt do to himself over Ben). "I'd've killed myself without you."
"I don't want to hear this. You don't owe me anything. That's not what I... Look, you're with her now. Concentrate on that. Your wife."
"You think she doesn't know? You think I'd've married her if she hadn't accepted us, what we have?"
"You married her because she was pregnant."
"Partially. Matt, c'mon...please..."
"Don't. Don't touch me."
"Me and you, remember? No matter what, no matter where, time, distance, we're us. You can't pretend it doesn't matter anymore just because you're pissed at me for becoming a father."
"I didn't pretend anything. You did. First the drinking, then the gambling, then fucking J-Lo and the tabloid covers every week, and now this... Jesus, man, how more clichéd could you get? How long did you expect me to pick up the pieces for you?"
"I don't...I don't know."
"Neither do I, but it's over. The free ride is over, collect your door prize and head home."
"Not much of one without you, you know," and Casey could certainly attest to that, hallelujah, amen. They both start to lose their shit when they haven't seen each other for a few months.
"You're not my bitch, Matt," Ben continues, still in that same quiet, desperate voice. "And I don't need you to be my knight. Not anymore. I just need you."
"Took you long enough," and Casey heartily agrees. Maybe his brother's not as stupid as he'd thought.
"This mean you forgive me?"
"Well, now, I wouldn't go so far as to say that," Matt drawls, and now Casey can hear a hint of that familiar bite. "I mean, you did just crash my premiere..."
Casey turns and makes his way back to the party, content that he's heard enough. With any luck, Matt'll make Ben grovel some more (a LOT more) before he forgives him. Casey hopes Matt makes his brother go down to his fucking knees for that weak-ass shit.
Jennifer gives him a questioning look from across the room and he gives her a thumbs up as he slides an arm around Summer's waist. He's certain his own mirrors the look of relief on Jennifer's face.
"Where were you?" Summer asks.
He places a kiss to her cheek, thankful for his own simple life. "Just making sure things are as they should be."
***
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Date: 2005-09-05 10:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-05 03:46 pm (UTC)I've written quite a few of the two of them. I've been a fan of that OTP before I even knew what slash was, let alone OTP. *grins*
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Date: 2005-09-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-06 10:32 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!!!
*mwah*
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Date: 2005-09-06 05:42 am (UTC)Do you have more of "them" for me to read? Thanks. :)~
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Date: 2005-09-06 10:31 am (UTC)I do have quite a few Ben/Matt fics up on my website. http://www.broadwriting.com/index2.html
Look under 'other fics' and they're all in the Damon/Affleck section. Please let me know what you think!
*mwah*
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Date: 2005-09-06 07:49 pm (UTC)This is about all I need now...Thanks!
But really, Ben owes the hell lots of explanations! Matt has to whip his ass for that *g*
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Date: 2005-09-07 08:04 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!!!
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Date: 2005-09-07 04:43 pm (UTC)Some of your lines are just so evocative, really made me feel the pain between the two, and what it's been like for everybody since the two of them been on the outs, like, Fuck, man...if we're letting the press come between us, what do we have left?", and (and wouldn't that be a fucked up situation, given what Casey's seen Matt do to himself over Ben).
I've been thinking about how things might have gone after the wedding, because it just seems that Ben's exclusion of his family from his *wedding* is totally outrageous, and can't have gone over very well. It's good to know other people think about these things too, and now I don't have to write about it, because you did such an excellent job with it!
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Date: 2005-09-08 07:49 am (UTC)Yeah, the entire wedding just threw me. Your best friend and your brother aren't even there? Just fucked up, man. I wouldn't blame Matt at all for being pissed.