Alfred smiled, standing up from the table and grabbed a couple bottles of beer and a bag of chips, looking back. "Well c'mon!" He said with a bright smile on his face, rushing into the living room and turned on the TV, quickly switching to the game. "I bet 10 bucks my teams winning tonight." He said, plopping down on the couch and waited for the other to pass by, not hesitating in pulling him down into his lap and lay back, smiling.
"Oh?" Mattie scoffed, scooting out of Alfred's lap and into the seat next to him. "Let's up the ante, hmm?" He grabbed a bottle of beer and opened it, taking a swig. Swallowing, he gave the other a smirk and continued, "If you win tonight, I will unlock it… If you lose, it stays on for as long as I see fit." The Canadian smiled deviously.
Alfred sat up a little at that, staring at the other in surprise. "Oh?" He asked, seeing the other was being serious and he smirked. Honestly, he shouldn't be taking this bet, who knew how long it would have to stay on.. But, there was also the possibility that he might win and get it take off, so.. "You're on!" He smirked, popping his bottle open and smirked, leaning back into the sofa and put his feet up. "You're getting fucked tonight Mattie~" He said, pretty confident he would win.
Mattie blushed deeply, scooting into the corner of the couch, as far away from Alfred as possible, shaking his head quickly. He took another swig of his bear and leaned forward, focusing on the game. Staring intently at the screen, he nearly cursed as his team was almost scored on. He hoped to god Alfred wouldn't talk, or decide to touch him. Or anything, actually.
Damn magic anons.
Alfred laughed, downing half the bottle of beer and keeping quiet for the most part, though when his team got the puck and almost scored though failed, he snapped. "Shit!" He let out, laughing lightly and sat back, taking a peek toward Matthew and smirked. "I think I'm having a good run tonight~" He teased, scooting over closer to him and snickered. "What you doing so far away him?" He asked, the commercials on now and he put his arm around the others shoulders.
Oh Crisse. Matthew smiled tightly and leaned away from Alfred, biting his lip and shrugging his shoulders. Tonight was supposed to consist of teasing Alfred mercilessly, but now he had to try his best to avoid the other's touch at all costs, and hope that for once, Alfred would keep his trap shut. Gulping as he ignored the American's touch, he jumped up as a fight broke out, groaning as the refs broke them apart. He sat himself on the floor, just beside the coffee table.
"Where ya goin'?" He asked with a laugh, moving over into the spot he had been and tugged him closer between his legs, snickering. He lowered himself down onto the floor, moving in behind him and held him tightly. "You're not moving away from me, mwahaha!" He bit the others neck lightly, eyes locked on the game, snickering when they almost got a goal, though movements later they tried again and he tensed. "Dammit!" He groaned, resting his forehead on the others shoulder.
Whining, Mattie pulled further away from the other and screamed at the TV screen, cussing in French (extremely explicit French) as Alfred's team got a goal in. "Fucking dammit," he said, huffing in frustration, both at the performance of his team and the arousal he'd been cursed with. His frown converted to a smug smile when he remembered that the key was up north. With Kuma.
…Who'd hopefully not eaten it. Actually, he should probably check up on the little rascal.
Alfred leaned forward heavily, laughing brightly and screamed. "YES! FUCK YES!" He called loudly, kicking his feet a little bit and cheered. "YES!" He laughed, unable to help it and he held the other tightly. "HAHA! You shouldn't have made that bet Mattie! HAHAHHAA!" He laughed loudly, chugging the rest of his beer in celebration, though when the people started talking, he sprang up. "MORE BEER FOR THE VICTOR!" He called into the house, laughing as he made his way into the kitchen.
"Al," Mattie said tersely, trying to think of disgusting thoughts. Like, say, being raped by a squid - oh, Jesus Christ, that would be horrible. He grabbed the chip bad off the table and ripped it open, taking a handful of chips and stuffing his mouth. He took a final swig of his beer, shuddering at the thought of squid-rape. Off topic. Continuing… "Al," he started again, calling out to the American. "Sit the fuck down. That was only the first period."
"HAAAAA~" He laughed, making the crowd sounds as he walked back in with the case of beer, smirking the whole way and sat down behind the other, pulling him in close. "Aww but I still got a goal FIRST PERIOD!" He laughed, nuzzling into the others neck and bit his ear. "Mwahaha! I can't wait 'til it's over this is going to be awesome!"
Mattie whimpered, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Squidrapesquidrapesquidrapes quidrape oh god ew. He tugged himself away from Alfred's hold, and leaned closer to the screen, gluing his eyes to the Sens' movements. Wait for it… wait for it… "FUCK YES!" he cried, grabbing another bottle of beer and taking a happy swig. "Oooooh, yes," he cooed, though he frowned soon after as Toronto got another power play.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Alfred groaned, standing up. "Toronto! What the fuck? I'm counting on you guys learn how to block a puck!" He shouted at the screen, leaning up and grabbed another bottle, swearing under his breath and chugged the entire thing, sitting back against the sofa. He set the empty bottle to the side.
"Alfred," Matthew dead-panned, turning to glare at his brother, forgetting all about the Magic Anon. "You are talking about the Leafs. The goddamn LEAFS." He gave him a pointed look and turned back to the game, taking another - though measured - swig, cursing out the Sens as they almost scored on themselves.
Sobbing now, he buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. "What the hell... What the fuck!? Why wasn't he in the net?" He cried, falling to the floor and whined. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He pounded the ground with a fist, finishing off another bottle. "FUCK" The game was lost on his end, 5-2…
Mattie leaped up, cheering loudly as the clock ran down and the Senators won. Smiling smugly, he threw his arms into the air, laughing as Alfred fell to his knees. Leaning down and patting the other on the back consolingly, Mattie went behind Alfred and swung his legs over the sobbing American's shoulders. "Oh, Al, it's alright…" he snickered, sitting himself on the other's shoulders. "It'll come off eventually~" He petted Alfred's head affectionately.
"But it could have been tonight..." He whined, then sighed heavily and just accepted the fact that he had to wait, sighing. He had gone this long without it so he was sure that he could go another few nights... Raising a hand he smiled, running it over the others legs with a drunken giggle and playfully kissed the others thigh.
Giggling obscenely, Mattie leaned forwards and looked at Alfred upside down, smiling drunkenly. "They key's up with Kumajiro~ You'd had to have waited until tomorrow either way!" Mattie hiccupped, nearly losing balance. "Not that I'd've taken it off tomorrow anyway~"
Laughing at that a little bit, he grabbed the others head and pulled him down, kissing him. "Fine fine." He snickered, sitting up suddenly and shoved the other down onto the bed, kissing down his neck and hummed softly. "I still want kisses." He whispered, biting onto the others lip before he grabbed his bottle of beer and brought it to his lip, accidentally spilling some of the other and quickly moved down to lick it up.
"'Kaaaaay," Matthew slurred, smiling and happily kissing the other back. He may have been exaggerating how drunk he was just a teeny bit, but shhhh Alfred didn't need to know. He giggled as Alfred licked the beer off of him and sighed, leaning into the other's touch. This felt quite nice. Too bad Kuma had the key… Wait. Shit. Kuma.
Snickering, he nibbled on the others neck, slurping up any he missed before he moved on and kissed behind his ear. "Mm-mm~" He laughed, falling forward a little bit and straddled the others hips, licking up his lip lightly and gave it a small nibble. Pulling back he sat up, smirking as he bounced a little in his lap and stuck out his tongue. "Fuck me." He muttered. "Do it, fuck me, Mattie~"
Mattie gave Alfred a sour stare before reaching into his pocket and retrieving his cellphone. Squinting at the screen, he frowned.
2 new messages. Shit.
Trying to ignore the American bouncing on his lap, Mattie opened his inbox, suddenly dreading what he might find there. 1 new message from Ontario. 1 new message from BC. Oh, god.
Scanning through Ontario's text quickly, he managed to decipher:
Kuma wrecked shit at my house and tried to eat Harper's toupee. Sent him to BC, lol.
Mattie sat up quickly, causing Al to fall backwards. Oh shit. He fervently switched over to BC's message, and nearly cried out, horrified.
Little guy wandered into a neighbour's grow-op. Thought some key was food. DUnno if it'll come out any time soon, lol. Sorry~
Alfred laughed brightly as he fell back, wrapping his arms around the others shoulders playfully and tugged him down. "Getting rough eh... I like that!" He laughed, kissing along his collarbone lightly and bit down, moaning softly with a playful giggle. "Mattie~ Put down the phone..." He whispered in his ear, grinding his hips and pulled Matthews down with his legs, smiling devilishly. "C'mon~ 3"
Shitfucksasdjagfuckitall. Mattie gripped onto his phone tightly, quickly responding to B.C.'s message with a 'What the fuck? Oh Jesus. On my way.' He groaned and moved away from Al, frowning and looking desperate now. "Oh, god. Al," he said, trying to keep the American from ravishing him. "Al, I swear to god, if you don't stop now we might never have sex again. Al. Oh my god. Get off!" Panicking now - seriously, could you blame him? His polar bear just ate the key to his lover's dick while high on weed - he stood up frantically and paced as he tried to arrange a flight to Vancouver. Crying out exasperatedly, Mattie fell onto the couch, an arm over his eyes as he spoke in rapid-fire French to his pilot.
Alfred's eyes shot open wide at the others words and he let him up instantly. "Never!?" He sputtered, sitting straight up and got up. "Let's go!" He said frantically, rushing to the door and stumbled as he got his shoes on. He rushed out the door, slamming it shut, though moments later came rushing back inside and looked at Matthew. "Where are we going!?" He asked, panting. He honestly didn't want to wait too long, he didn't want to have to wear this thing forever!
"Colombie-Britannique!" Mattie said in a rush, giving him an incredulous look. "Oh god, let's go. Can polar bears digest keys?" Mattie looked around the room for a moment before his gaze landed on the frazzled American. "Why the fuck am I asking you? Oh my god. Oh my god. Al. Al. Oh my god, call a cab. Airport. Now."