Time travel is entirely possible.
The idea was proven by a scientist who accidentally stumbled across the key one day while observing the interactions of several minerals in their lab. Soon after a team worked together, refining what they found and adapting their discovery into something controllable; something that a person could use easily and the tests were all coming back with positive results. As soon as the first prototype was developed, governments shut down the project and destroyed all of the research. It was deemed too dangerous and everyone involved was sworn to secrecy. Though that did not stop it.
A few of the documents survived and were leaked to the rest of the public. An outcry followed at the removal of the knowledge and those in charge did what they always did when they could no longer hide information away: they tried to control it.
The scientists were allowed to resume their work, but heavy regulations were placed on what could be done with it. Progress was slow at first, but soon they were one again testing their inventions and the world marvelled at the work that was being conducted.
But testing seemed to only go so far. They found they were able to send lab animals backwards through time with relative ease, but that didn't answer the big question that was on everyone's minds: would it work on humans?
Human testing was one of the banned requirements that their research had to meet, so it would seem impossible to ever find the answer to such a question. Technology continued to grow and develop until it became small enough that it could be smuggled from the testing facilities by one of the interns who took it to a privately funded group dedicated to testing just that.
And it worked.
A new problem developed. With the prototypes leaked, and more and more people getting their hands on them, worries arose of changes to history. What would occur if these devices fell into the wrong hands, and they managed to alter the past? Although some speculated such a paradox would not be possible, it could not be risked and a special law enforcement branch developed who, armed with devices of their own, would track down perpetrators who had escaped to the past and punished them for their crimes.
Those that travelled back were often those with connections or money who simply wanted a posh vacation experience more than the run-of-the-mill trips to exotic countries. Others were people who had simply stolen what they wanted and run off before they were caught. However, if you were found in possession of such an item, it meant almost certain prison time.
And those that travelled back generally had difficulty concealing that they were the outsiders to the time periods. Cultures gave them different names for they were seen as prophets, oracles, gods, the mentally unstable, and science fiction writers. Few who encountered an actual time traveller ever figured out the person's true identity.
The loud music and pulsing lights of the club had lost the excitement and novelty for one of the attendees who had been pushed by the crowd to the far edge of the room. Matthew brushed some of his light blonde hair away from his over-heated face while attempting to ignore the jostling of couples around him as they sloppily made out and tangled together. His bored blue-lavender eyes scanned the crowd once more hoping to catch sight of his brother. Alfred had disappeared into the mob shortly after they arrived even though he had been the one to drag Matthew along in the first place; something about him needing to get out more while they had the chance to during their stay in New York City. Last he had seen of his twin was the other chasing down an arguably hot-looking punk.
Matthew sighed irritably as he dragged his phone from a jeans pocket to check the time and the complete lack of any new messages. Was there any real point to him staying any longer? He groaned as he stuffed the electronic device back and began trying to squeeze his way in what he thought was the direction of the door. Bodies pushed back against him as he muttered apologies that went unheard against the pounding bass and made it, even more, difficult to make any forward progression. Several minutes and a few glares later he was finally free and exiting into the night.
The bouncer at the door paid him little attention as the blonde stopped on the sidewalk and breathed the refreshing cool air that was in such contrast to the humid space he had just left. He could still hear the beat thumping behind him intermixed with the chatter of a few smokers and people making their way towards the door looking to gain entrance. Matthew stuffed his hands in his pockets and ignored everyone, instead making his way towards the apartment he and his brother were sharing. Flagging one of the many taxis that drove past crossed his mind, but the evening was calm and clear and walking seemed relaxing after the business of the club so he continued his way down the streets ignoring most everyone else who was out just as much as they ignored him.
Most every club he passed seemed busy with hordes of young people about his age all flocking around them looking for entertainment on a weekend evening. Matthew only glanced as he trekked along, not really caring where he was going. Midterms had finished recently at the local universities and now everyone was enjoying a break from all of the studying, himself supposedly included. He was 19 and a second year, he should be out exploring all of his options and trying new things. Instead, he was focused on curling up with a mug of hot chocolate and an internet connection. It worked for him, he just continued telling people he was just introverted and shy.
He was nearing the edge of the partying section of town when he ran into the person he would never be able to forget. Well, actually that person ran into him. Or stumbled is more like it. As Matthew was rounding a corner he caught a flash of grey-white hair and their owner staggering into the side of him like he was drunk, which is what the blonde automatically assumed. He muttered a quick apology and attempted to move aside, but the stranger wouldn't let him. He was held in place by strong hands on his shoulders and found himself eye to eye with a pair of bright crimson eyes and only the beginning of bizarre questions he was about to receive.
"When am I?"
Matthew blinked several times trying to detect that hint of alcohol on the other's breath before attempting to answer. "Um, present day?"
The stranger frowned. "No! What's the date?"
"Uh…" Matthew gave it some quick thought, "October 16th?"
"And…?"
"And what?"
The stranger groaned in frustration. "The year, verdamnt! What is the year?"
"Oh!" Matthew responded in shock and quickly answered, wondering why this person started grinning widely at the answer.
"I figured! I mean, your clothes!" the albino seized hold of Matthew's shirt and started examining it thoughtfully, "They are so old!"
"But I bought them last month…" The blonde replied quietly giving a quick once over to the man telling him his style was out-of-date. The other still wore jeans and a shirt and jacket, but the style and cut were a bit odd. Probably a new fashion from Europe, if the stranger's accent was anything to go by, but that didn't stop the bit of hurt that came with being picked apart by someone he didn't know.
"And these!" The man lunged in excitement, easily ripping Matthew's glasses away despite his protests and turning them over in hands. "I haven't seen anyone with these who wasn't ancient!" He held the wireframes up to his face and attempted to peer through glass lenses. "How do you see through these, Birdie?"
"Birdie…?"
"What's over there?!" he suddenly shouted, roughly forcing the glasses back at Matthew and the blonde fumbled them before placing them back up on the bridge of his nose.
Now able to see, he turned his attention to where the albino was looking and rolled his eyes. "We are in the club district. You could probably get into most any of them for a small fee."
"They look like fun! We should go!" The man decided, capturing Matthew by his wrist and starting to drag him forward towards the nearest door.
"W-Wait! 'We?'" Matthew stuttered a bit in confusion.
"Yeah, 'we!'" The albino supplied as he continued to pull him along, "I need someone to tell me what's going on and you will do."
"But why me?" The blonde managed to pull himself free and stare after the now confused stranger. "In there I am sure you will plenty of other people who will tell you whatever you need to know." He pushed the bridge of his glasses back to their usual place on his nose and frowned at the albino. "I don't know what you are looking for, but I don't sleep with random people I've met on the street."
The stranger burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter that had Matthew both lost and angry. "I forgot you used to say that sort of thing. It's great! I should use it too." He sidled up along the blonde and wrapped an arm around him allowing him to get close enough to whisper into the Canadian's ear, "What's this about, 'not sleeping with strangers?'"
Matthew attempted to will away the furious blush that was creeping up his face all while the stranger laughed again. "I am going to use all of those old fashioned words. Like 'weird' and 'Google' and…" his fingers tapped his chin quickly while he thought about it, "Oh! I know. 'Awesome.' That's something you say now, isn't it?"
"I guess…"
The albino stranger grin was practically manic. "Then let me introduce myself, awesome stranger. I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! The most awesome person you will ever meet and should spend an awesome night with."
"Okay, just because you can use the word, doesn't mean you need to see how many times you can fit it into a sentence."
Gilbert just continued to laugh to where the blonde was sure the other had not even heard him. "So Birdie-"
Matthew groaned. "I have a name."
"And it is Birdie."
"No, it's Matthew."
Gilbert paused and considered this change in development. "Matthew..." he stated slowly, testing the name in his mouth and smiling slightly. "Nope, Birdie sounds better."
Matthew growled in frustration and turned to storm away. There was only so much one person could take of this sort of thing and he had officially reached his limit. First his brother drags him out here and abandons him and now he had men soliciting him on the street. How could this night get any worse?
The phone in his pocket buzzed against his leg and the blonde paused midstride to check it. The message symbol appeared on the screen and he pressed a few buttons in order to make it appear.
'Yo bro! Hot guy says he's got a tat! Be home as soon as I find it ;)'
Matthew grimaced and quickly deleted it, returning the phone back to its pocket and turning to find Gilbert standing lazily behind him. "Problem?" the albino asked in faux naivety.
Why did this sort of thing always seem to happen to him? The Canadian frowned and considered his options. Alfred was likely not going to be seen until the later hours of tomorrow morning as it was. "My brother is apparently getting some." He rolled his eyes at the stranger. Why share his personal life with someone he had only just met? Someone who was clearly incompetent and would likely get himself arrested before the night was out if left on his own.
"'Getting some' still means sex in this decade, right?" Gilbert replied loudly earning a giggle from a trio of girls who passed by. Matthew blushed and stomped closer.
"Will you keep it down?" He hissed as he grabbed the man's arm and started dragging him towards the nearest building.
"I'll take that as a yes." The albino grinned and easily matched pace with his blonde guide. "Where are we going?"
"Anywhere. I don't care." Matthew replied continuing to tug the man towards the club. This one only had a short waiting line and that suited him fine as he got into it with Gilbert bouncing excitedly beside him. He glared at the darkened sky, wondering what being thought this was funny as the bouncer allowed them in and they paid the fee at the door. No sooner had money been exchanged than the blonde was roughly pulled towards the large group of people moving along with the DJ's mix. Had Gilbert's hand not been secularly latched onto his, Matthew was sure that he would have lost (and hopefully been rid off) the albino man.
But of course, his luck was never that good as they found themselves somewhere towards the centre of the thick crowd and unable to be more than a foot apart. Gilbert stopped and looked at the grumpy looking blonde, showing his widest smile. "Do we dance now?" he shouted above the surrounding noise.
Matthew rolled his eyes. "That's the point of coming here," he shouted back, wishing this guy would just take an interest in someone else and leave him alone.
Gilbert looking around at the people surrounding them on all sides and pointed to a couple grinding against each other. "Like that?"
Well, this night was only getting better. "You do that," he nodded towards the oblivious couple, "when you like somebody."
"I like you," Gilbert responded to which Matthew shook his head.
"No," he growled over the music, "like as in you want to fuck them."
"I'd fuck you." The other retorted without any hesitation, devious grin overtaking his face and his hands reaching out to latch on to the blonde's sides.
Matthew made sure his sarcastic remark was low enough to not be heard as he forced a smile. "Great..." Idiot probably didn't even understand sarcasm.
He didn't have time to debate his dilemma much longer before the albino began to awkwardly sway to the beat while attempting to copy what he was watching going on all around him. To say the Canadian wasn't appalled would be lying in its purest forms as well as saying that it didn't cross his mind to abandon that weird stranger right here and now by laughably sending him to practice his 'awesome' moves on some unsuspecting victim.
After giving the man another minute to figure out was he was supposed to do, Matthew sighed and figured he had better do something to stop this guy's uncomfortable floundering and wrapped his hands around Gilbert's waist to roughly pull their bodies flush against one another. The look of shock was worth the originally disliked idea and he leaned in close to the albino's ear to make sure he was heard without having to shout. "Don't just copy everyone else," Matthew instructed, gripping onto Gilbert's shirt and pushing his pelvis forward just a little more. "Feel it." He pressed forward again, adding more of a circular motion to it and beginning to match the beat. "Just do what comes naturally." He pulled his face away, savouring the flush that had suddenly taken hold of his dance partner and raised a mocking eyebrow. "Haven't you ever danced before?"
"O-Of course the awesome me has danced before!" the albino blurted clumsily, "I'm the most awesome dancer! Just..." and he looked a bit away turning a little pinker as he did, "it's just different than what I'm used to."
Matthew couldn't help but snort at that answer and flip around to face away. "Oh really? Well then, Mr. Awesome Dancer," he called over his shoulder while simultaneously backing up, "prove it."
At first, the hands were still tentative and the movements still awkward, but that changed quickly as Gilbert got the hang of it. Matthew was impressed how quickly he learned as he ground into the blonde's back and fingers worked their way beneath the hem of his shirt to stroke the skin beneath it. If he had to admit it, Matthew may have said that it turned him on a little, but only if he had to. Forced was more like it.
But as lips began to work their way up the exposed part of Matthew's neck, something inside him snapped. Call it what you whatever you like. Maybe it was the fact that this newbie was easily becoming very proficient. Or that the blonde himself couldn't believe he was getting that hot over this whole thing. Or perhaps even that significant portion of his family genealogy that was French who immigrated over to North America suddenly rearing its head and coursing through his veins wanting to accept what was happening as a challenge and to show who here had the most skill.
Whipping back around to face the albino, Matthew latched onto the others man's mouth in a smothering kiss, inwardly praising himself that he managed to make Gilbert pause in his ministrations and miss a beat. His lips pulled off seconds later, going for the skin that led up Gilbert's jaw line and grazing it with his teeth as he continued his hip actions in time. The albino recovered quickly, matching the steady rhythm and recapturing the blonde's mouth with his own, forcing his tongue between the slightly parted lips to explore the newly discovered territory.
Matthew's eyes fluttered close as his own tongue wrapped around the intruding one to play with it and his hands wandered lower to give a squeeze to Gilbert's ass. The other smirked into their kiss, using his hands to pull them closer with each rocking motion and enjoying the friction of their movements through their clothing.
On the other hand, Matthew had a growing problem; one he should have known going in was bound to happen, but not regretting it all the same. The stranger had some skill and was likely pooling his knowledge from somewhere else to get what he was seeing here. And if this demonstration was anything to go by, well... he did have the apartment entirely to himself tonight.
Matthew ceased to suck on the wet muscle and pulled away, pleased when Gilbert groaned and moved to his neck to continue teasing with lips and teeth. He leaned in close, giving a quick lick to the other's ear before putting out his offer in a husky voice, "Do you want to get out of here?"
The albino tipped his chin up to make himself heard. "So long as get out here involves more of this," he illustrated by thrusting his hips forward with a little more force than what had been done before, "but with less clothing."
His hand grasped Gilbert's wrist and forced his way between the other dancers, dragging the other man behind him as they headed straight for the door. A few club goers got in the way, and in their haste may have pushed them aside. Apologies were all but forgotten as they burst out of the crowded room and onto the street. A cool breeze passed over their flushed faces just beyond the entry and only seemed to fuel the excitement.
"How far do we have to go to your place?" Gilbert said huskily into his ear, his thumb brushing over his hip beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Walking would take another 30 minutes, something Matthew quickly assumed they didn't really have. And the idea of exposing himself in a dark alley between here and the apartment where random strangers could see, he could be arrested for indecent exposure, or he could get covered in something gross left there by whoever had used the space last wasn't something he wanted to think about. So he furiously hailed down the closest cab and dragged the albino into it.
The drive was just under 10 minutes, but the only parts Matt could recall of it was trying to tell the man his address before Gil could distract him too much and the end when he threw money over the seat at him in hopes of not breaking the kiss he was currently involved with. He blindly clawed at the door before finding the latch and shoving it open, using the momentum to pull Gil with him out and to the doorway where he punched in the electronic code to get himself into the building. Through the door and to the elevator they went and for once Matthew didn't notice how dimly lit and old the elevator was, not when he had other things on his mind.
Gilbert's lips were coating his neck with kisses, making his fingers clumsy as they struggled to find the correct key on his keychain and get it inside the lock in his apartment door. Short moans intermixed with metallic jingling and scraping as the lock slid back and they nearly tumbled into the small apartment. The cold wall met his back in contrast to the hot body pressing against him from the front. Their lips met once more, sloppy with the feverish pace and anticipation and Matthew wrapped his arms around him. "My bedroom's that way…" he managed out between gasps and kisses, his mouth smothered as soon as the words were out. Gilbert only nodded in response, his hands itching to get them out of their clothes.
The blonde managed to pry himself away from the wall and keeping a tight hold on his partner walk them backwards down the short hall to his room. Gilbert may have stepped on his foot as they shuffled in that direction that he didn't take much notice of too concerned with trying to walk backwards and pry his shoes off his feet at the same time as well as being distracted with the never ending stream of kisses and stroking.
The bedroom door proved easier to get through than the front door and as soon as it came into view Gilbert took over and directed them towards the bed. Matt tried to slow them down. "Woah, wait a minute…"
"You're not backing out on me now, are you?" Gilbert's words suggested he was trying to mock him though the tone was a little more pleading and his grip on him became subtly tighter.
There was no way Matthew was backing out now. He might consider not eating pancakes for a month with the amount of desire he had currently coursing through him. "No, just have to grab the condoms out of my brother's room." Hey, he may have just decided to forgo all common sense and have wild sex with some stranger he met on the street, but he'd seen enough of this guy and his actions this evening to wonder what sort of disease he had and if it was transferable.
"Not so awesome…" Gilbert groaned, releasing him and falling onto the bed.
"I'll just be a minute," Matthew informed him quickly, running back out of the room and heading through another door into a similar room. Al normally kept his room fairly tidy before going out in case he ever found someone he wanted to bring back for the night and the only real mess was a collection of school notes and pens on his desk left where they had been abandoned after they took their last exam. He didn't need to do any real searching for what he needed as Alfred continually informed him about them as he also casually discussed his numerous bed partners. His brother may be some kind of slut, but at least, he had enough sense to not end up with an STD.
There was a drawer beside Al's bed that contained whatever he needed for evening guests and in his haste grabbed the entire thing and pulled it free from its shelf. His hands shook as the grabbed a fistful of the shiny wrappers as they were easily spotted. In the last moment, he recognized a bottle of lube between the other items of entertainment within the drawer and retreated back to his room.
Gilbert hadn't taken to the idea of waiting very well as Matthew discovered as he re-entered. The man was stretched out on his back, his jeans pushed down around his thighs as his hands pleasured his engorged erection. His eyes were closed and his head rolled as his fingers played, grunting with each movement. Matthew was over him in a second, replacing one of his hands with his own causing the albino's eyes to pop open. "You started without me," he complained, stroking slowly and fixing the other with a soft glare.
"Thought you left." Gilbert began, cutting it short with a low moan.
Matthew tutted, tossing what he had found on the bed beside them. "That's not very polite." His hands went to his own jeans and undid the button keeping them in place. The fabric slipped from his skin easily enough and he breathed out a sigh as his member escaped its cloth prison. Gilbert sat up, kissing him again and aiding in ridding him of the pants to move the process along. Matthew pressed the palm of his hand against his shoulder to push him back down. "I'll lead."
Gilbert squirmed beneath him. "But I want to…!" his whine stopped with Matthew's finger pressed against his lips and their erections brushing against each other. The blonde's reply was more of a moan and his hand pawed beside him to find what he needed. He wasted little time as possible getting prepped, Gilbert grinning stupidly when he found he was the one wearing the rubber and lube. His hands tightened on Matthew's thighs, pulling him forward as he was eager to begin.
Matthew braced his hands against his partner's abdomen while getting himself into position. The pale skin was pulled taught over defined muscles and his fingers momentarily brushed over the top of them. 'Of course, you know what this means,' what was left of the rational portion of his brain scoffed, 'Only goes to the gym to work on his self-image.' Not that he was necessarily complaining at the moment. Simply pointing out the fact that the blonde could easily take him in a fight. Probably wouldn't even be much of a fight.
Those thoughts and whatever else he had as complaints vanished as gravity aided him in lowering himself onto the other. Logic was silenced in the face of ecstasy and his mind only demanded more of what he was feeling. He leaned his weight forward onto his hands in order to lift his pelvis and let out a satisfied sigh and he dropped back down. Again, his mind urged as he repeated the motion, balancing himself in a way so he could use his legs better.
Gilbert was enjoying it as well. After the first stroke his head and tilted back and he had muttered something Matthew found incomprehensible. As his movements increased, he found the other's hips meeting him as he went down. The fingers on his thighs were squeezing tight enough to almost guarantee he would have several circular bruises there the next day.
The room was filled with the sounds of their own pants and grunts and served as little more than fuel to drive them forward. Had Alfred come back early, neither would have noticed the viewer to their frenzied display, as their need far outweighed any desire to make the experience in any way romantic. Both had kept their shirts, Gil's having been pushed up to his armpits and Matthew still had both socks on though one had slipped down over his heel. But did they really need anything more for what was surely only a one night stand?
There was a point when Matthew became dimly aware he had been making a variety of loud, pleasured noises as he attempted to quicken their pace. He might not have noticed it all if it had not been for one stroke at just the right angle making his toes curl and his mouth to spill expletives. He needed that again and he pressed on with more force to his movements, alternating between English and French in his mind's confusion when he was rewarded for his actions.
He was close to finishing when Gilbert dug his nails into his skin, moaning long and low when he climaxed before him. He hissed and continued those final few strokes he needed to find satisfaction and rode out the pleasure filled moment as the stomach he had studied earlier in a moment of weakness became sticky with his cum. Letting go once in a while certainly had its perks and he was slow to remove himself from atop the other.
Matthew's legs were quivering slightly from their exertion, the awkward angle they had been kept in, and how tense they had been throughout their fun. He made it as far as falling forward onto his belly on his half of the bed and turning his head to watch the man he had just had sex with. Gil's smile was large and pleased as he had his attention on removing the condom off his soft penis. "Awesome…"
Matthew groaned. "Don't ruin the moment, will you?"
The albino dropped the used latex off the side of the bed and rolled closer. "I can try to make up for it?" he said with a fairly devious looking smirk and a hand headed to all the right places.
Matt put some effort into hiding his attraction though it very clearly did not work. Gil's grin grew and he withdrew his hands to work on removing his shirt. "Unless you're not interested…"
"Oh, I am!" Matthew spoke faster than he could stop get his mouth to stay quite.
He laughed. "We'll go again?"
The blonde practically threw a handful of wrapped condoms at him. "Round two."
AN: *types into Google* How to write smut?
