This story is based off a list of prompts for different kinds of kisses so while it will have a consistent story line, the chapters will have varying length. Thank you, please enjoy!
Chapter One
Kiss Me Good Morning
If Gilbert was being honest, this wasn't the first time he had woken up naked, or nearly so, in bed next to somebody unfamiliar. That being said, there were a couple differences. First of all, there had been absolutely no drinking involved, and in some sort of conjunction with that, no sex. Second of all, the boy sleeping soundly next to him wasn't completely unfamiliar. He couldn't exactly count him as a friend, but at least he remembered the conversation they had last night that led to the current situation.
The boy's name was Matthew and had somehow found his way to the party Gilbert had been hosting with his roommates. Nothing too crazy and they were all of age so nothing super illegal, still, Matthew didn't seem like he belonged. He had been wandering around, sticking to corners with an unopened beer bottle that somebody had evidently shoved into his hands. In an attempt to get him to join the party, Gilbert had approached Matthew and struck up a conversation. Matthew seemed surprised to be spoken too but friendly enough. By the end of the night, Gilbert hadn't had more than a single beer and they had moved to the couch where Matthew admitted that he usually didn't like parties but he had had a fight with his brother and needed the distraction. He hadn't elaborated on what the fight was about but had admitted to not wanting to go home.
That was when Gilbert offered up his bed. He told Matthew that he could stay for as long as he wanted and the boy admitted that a short nap would be nice. He apologized and Gilbert lead him up to his room and moments later Matthew was sleeping soundly.
Gilbert had cleaned up the apartment and when he checked on Matthew and still found him sleeping, knew he couldn't bring himself to wake him. So, stripping down to his boxers as he usually did when he slept, he grabbed a blanket from the closet and curled up on the floor.
Now, how he had ended up on the bed anyways was the mystery.
Looking down at Matthew, the feelings Gilbert had started to feel the night before started to resurface. Matthew was calm, a little flushed in the cheeks and, Gilbert realized as if he hadn't thought so the whole time, extremely attractive.
Gilbert had had crushes before and he had pursued many of them. This one he knew he had to take slow. Matthew seemed so fragile, ready to fly away at any moment and disappear, much like a bird.
Slow or not, the urge to kiss the boy was as strong as it was last night and Gilbert quickly realized that his body was defying his mind as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Matthew's cheek.
He quickly pulled back quickly and shuffled from the bed as Matthew sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Good morning, Birdie," Gilbert said, pulling on pets and praying that his voice sounded as steady as he was forcing it to be. Birdie? Where the hell had that nickname come from?
"Birdie?" Apparently Matthew had the same question, grabbing his glasses and pushing them onto his face as he brushed hair out of his eyes and looked a little lost for a moment, taking in the unfamiliar room.
Fuck, that's adorable. Gilbert cursed himself and quickly searched for an excuse for the nickname.
"Yeah, Birdie, that's what I'm going to call you now because⦠you're free-spirited! Or at least that's what I think. Plus you're cute like Gilbird," he said, referring to the yellow canary sitting in its cage in the corner of the room. God, he needed to stop talking now.
Matthew stared at him, blinked and much to Gilbert's relief, started to laugh.
"That's very nice of you too say," he said, sliding from the bed and grabbing his shoes from the floor to pull them on.
"Are you leaving?" Gilbert asked. He wondered why this was such a surprise to him, of course he was leaving, there was no reason for him to stay.
"Yeah, Al's gonna be wondering where I'm at." He pulled out his phone and visibly flinched, apparently it was as bas if not worse than he thought.
"Yeah, of course sure."
"Thank you for letting me stay the night. I'm really sorry that I stayed longer than intended."
Gilbert waved his hand dismissively in the air. "Nah, don't worry about it, if I wanted you out, I would have woken you up. There is some way you can make it up to me thought."
Matthew frowned slightly, though it seemed more out of curiosity than disappointment.
"What's that?" he asked.
Gilbert held out his hand. "Give me your phone."
The blonde looked highly unsure, but eventually handed his phone over anyways.
After navigating through to find out how to put in a new contact, Gilbert entered in his name and cell number before handing it back to Matthew with the contacts still open.
"There, you have my number now. Give me a call or a text when you feel like it, yeah? I want to hang out more."
Matthew stared at his phone, but couldn't hide the blush that crept into his cheeks. "yeah, okay," he said. "Good-bye Gilbert, see ya."
Gilbert watched Matthew scurry from the room. "See ya," he called after him. He had a good feeling about this. Now all there was left to do was wait.
