"ICING! THAT WAS ICING!" Matthew nearly spilled his beer as he was yelling at the screen. "OH COME ON YOU FUCKING GIRLS!" Alfred cowered in fear on the other side of the couch watching his boyfriend watch hockey. Alfred liked this sport well enough and he loved the Bruins and Rangers, but he was more of a football guy. He didn't get nearly as intense as Matthew when he watched hockey.
A couple minutes later the Canadians scored their second goal. "WOOOH! ALLONS-Y CANADIENS!" Mattie yelled as he shot up this time spilling his brew for good. Alfred looked up at him and noticed Matthew had a boner... Alfred blushed slightly, confused as to why his boyfriend got a boner from his favorite sport. When Matthew finally sat down Alfred leaned closer to him, he decided he should help him out with his little problem. He touched Mattie's bulge gently, a playful smile on his lips. As soon as Matthew registered what was going on he began to blush. He looked over to his boyfriend who climbed up on top of him. Matthew looked deep into his eyes "Not during hockey! You're gonna make me miss the game!" Shocked by his tone of voice Alfred decided it would be best for everyone if he obeyed him. Getting off of him Mattie grabbed his arm. "Get me another beer." "What? Get your own, you spilled it." Matthew sent him a death glare that scared the shit out of Alfred. "...ok." As he was opening the fridge he heard Matthew yell "And don't get me any of your American stuff!...biatch."
The next morning Alfred woke up to a table covered with cheeseburgers, bacon, pancakes, and maple syrup. He looked down at a note on a plate.
"Sorry for yesterday..."