Just another lame day, Matt thought as he lit another cigarette. Soon there was a knock on the door. Matt got up from his seat to answer it, grumbling to himself in annoyance. He opened the door and glared down at Oliver, who was holding out a plate of colorful pill-covered cupcakes.
"Oliver, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I wanted to give you a cupcake!" Oliver giggled, prancing inside. "Here take one!"
Matt swatted the cupcakes away. "No way in hell. Get out of my house."
"Aww...but...but...Mattie," he whined, but was then cut off by Matt pinning him to the wall roughly.
"Don't. Call. Me. Mattie."
"MAAAAAATTIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Stop it, you little-"
"Matt, put him the hell down!"
Matt whipped his head around to see Allen standing in the doorway, bat over one shoulder, glaring murderously at him. Reluctantly, he obeyed his brother and released Oliver, only to be pushed to the wall and have lips crashed onto his own.
Matt had harbored feelings for Oliver since forever. So, naturally, he hesitantly kissed back. Their lips moved in sync for a while before they pulled back for air.
"I think...I love you," Matt murmured into Oliver's blond hair, smiling slightly. "Don't forget me. Ever."
"Why would I ever forget you, Mattie?" Oliver giggled, kissing Matt's neck lightly, which elicited a groan from the Canadian.
"I don't think I mind you calling me Mattie anymore."
"Why don't we move this into the closet?" the Englishman purred sadistically.
"You damn idiot," Matt whispered roughly, pinning him down to the floor and starting to rip off both of their clothes. "Closets are for clothes."