Every time Matt tries to do something for Valentine's Day, it blows up in his face. Sometimes literally, like that time he gave his equally computer-oriented significant other at the time (his words, not Matt's), a few chemicals for his chemistry set. That was fun when it shattered into a few pieces on the floor next to his head as it was jostled during their celebratory make out session on the floor. Nothing important was damaged irreparably from that incident, like Matt's face, but their relationship only lasted a day or two more.
The point being, though, Matt does not do Valentine's Day. He avoids all human contact; he turns off his phone, puts his computers on standby, locks his door, and watches action movies by himself. That is, he usually does. Then John had to go mess it up.
When Matt sees the flowers on his desk at work, he thinks that someone delivered them to the wrong person. Upon inspecting the card, he sees that his name has been written out in binary before the words "Love, Your Secret Admirer". He doesn't know whether to be amused or really fucking annoyed that someone's playing this kind of joke on him. Everyone he knows is appreciative of the fact that he refuses to have anything to do with Valentine's Day. He can't think of anyone off hand who would disregard that, so he puts the thought on the back burner and gets to work.
When he comes home, the house is silent. This isn't too unusual because John is regularly staying late at work, often forgetting to let Matt know that he's going to be late. Matt drops his laptop case and keys on the table in the entryway, hangs his coat on the hook there just for that purpose (John put it there when he realized that hangers were too technologically advanced for Matt to mess with), and goes into the bedroom to change out of the dressy clothes they make him wear at work. He vaguely thinks that taking a shower will get rid of the pink-ness he can still feel surrounding him from the decorations at the office before the sight of his bedroom stops him cold.
He blinks for a few moments, closes his eyes to rub at them furiously, and opens them again, only to blink owlishly once more. John is home. Not only is John home, but John is naked… in their bed… with a bright red ribbon tying his hands loosely to the headboard. Normally this would be a huge turn on for Matt, (Who is he kidding? It's still a huge turn on…) but right now he's just confused. Before he can open his mouth to question John, though, John beats him to the punch and speaks up.
His voice is huskier than normal with arousal as he says, "Happy Valentine's Day, Matt." Matt blinks again, idly wondering if his eyelashes are eventually going to fly off if he does that too often, before he steps closer to the bed to look at his Valentine's Day present. John's body is completely nude, something he vaguely noticed before, and his body is completely aroused, something Matt's confusion fogged brain skipped over earlier.
I may just have to re-think the whole not celebrating Valentine's Day thing... Matt thinks idly before his hand goes up to his tie to pull it off, a smirk forming on his face that rivaled even John's most devilish expression.
Fin