"Here comes the plane!" Francis laughed, bribing the small boy to eat the pancakes, making the fork 'fly'.
"Daaaad! I'm not a baby anymo-" Mathew argued, but was cut off by the older male shoving the fork in his mouth, "I'm fifteen." He grumbled, chewing the food, "I can feed myself."
"But I miss when you were small and submissive." He whined
"You're such a perv!" He blushed, stealing the fork from the other and stuffing more food into his mouth.
"Non, cher, just nostalgic." Francis stated, turning and walking to the living room for the morning news.
When Matthew finished his food he rinsed his dishes and walked out to meet the other, sitting next to him and staring at the television screen.
"What a shame," The older man sighed, referring to the news, where a face of a boy resided. A homosexual boy who was murdered, to be exact.
"Say, Mattheiu, are you gay?" He turned to the other, raising a brow in questioning.
Matthew sputtered, his face flushing, "That's hardly the question to ask!" He muttered, turning away quickly.
"So that's a yes?" He smirked, inching his hand closer to the other boy.
"No, I'm straight." He lied. Did he have a thing for his father? Yes, but he convinced himself that it was a completely platonic relationship. Francis would hug him like any father would, to sooth him when he felt bad. It was just a friendly relationship, and Matthew felt no more.
"It's okay if you are, I won't be mad." Francis sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Why do you care anyways?" Matthew mumbled, crossing his arms.
"A parent enjoys to be aware. In the long-run it helps them understand."
"Okay, yeah, fine. I am, are you happy?" He sneered, standing up abruptly and shrugging the others hand off him, storming off to his room, jumping on the bed and hiding his face in the pillows angrily.
Francis sighed before following the boy up the stairs. He watched him from the doorframe for a moment before walking in and joining him on the bed, wrapping his arms around him loosely, snuggling his face into the other's hair.
"Matthew." He said calmly
"What are you doing? Let me go." He growled, vaguely trying to escape his grasp.
"Matthew."
"I said let me go! I'm not in the mood for hugging!" He cried out, trying harder to get out and Francis had to tighten his grip.
"Matthew." He said more sternly.
"What." The smaller paused his antic, staring at the wall with an irritated glare.
"It's good news that your gay." Francis sighed.
"How?" God, you're so stupid." He half cried.
"Look at me."
"Fine. What in the world do you want?" He grumbled, turning to face the other.
Francis leaned down a bit and snagged Matthew's lips, just like they sometimes did, but this time he didn't separate.
Matthew's eyes widened and he tried to pull away, and this time he succeeded. He backed against the wall completely, "What the hell was that?" He coughed.
"Matthew, I thought…" He trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing; what did he think?
"Thought that I love you? Damn…" He relaxed a bit, because it was true, even if he tried to deny it.
"Well?" Francis sat up, hopeful.
"Yeah." He whispered, scooting closer to the older male and leaning up to kiss him again, this time with more passion.
The other man smiled, pulling him up on his lap.
"You better get ready for school, Matthieu." He broke the kiss,
"I can be late." He gasped for air, a gleam in his eyes.
Francis smirked, laying him down on his back and hovering over him, kissing his neck and nibbling lightly
"I bet you can." He hummed, beginning to unbutton Matthew's shirt.