The sun crept through Matthias's window and teased his eyes open, and he blinked awake from his peaceful dreaming.

He pulled himself out of bed, bracing himself for another day. Another day of the same thing. As though though his life were stuck in replay by day.

Very few attributes of Matthias's life had changed since he had moved in with his friend Berwald, a rich Swedish man that he had known since high school.

The two had lived a very uneventful life together for several years. Though Matthias quite liked living with Berwald, he couldn't say he was exactly.. happy. Or satisfied. He quietly yearned for his life to change in just the slightest way, he didn't want to live a routine.

He sighed and walked to the bathroom, on the way peering into his housemate's room. Berwald's room was very clean and simple, his bed had already been made.

To be quite frank, Matthias was,... well, jealous of Berwald. Young, successful, rather attractive, he even had a perfect little boyfriend. (Berwald was queer, not that Matthias minded... Matthias didn't have a preference, but he would gladly bend either direction for the right person.)

Matthias stared back at himself in the large mirror, he had to admit he was... handsome, even if he did look exhausted. He ran his fingers through his unruly bedhead, his greasy hair sticking up into his normal hairstyle, he needed a shower, but he would worry about that later that evening. He grabbed his toothbrush and smeared toothpaste across it, not bothering to screw the cap back on the tube of toothpaste.

That was one of Berwald's pet peeves; he cleaned a lot, and something as little as a toothpaste tube left uncapped could send him on a cleaning rampage. Matthias secretly humored this about him, and loved to tick off Berwald by leaving a mess by the sink or in the kitchen.

Matthias decided that he needn't change out of his pajamas today; it was Sunday, which meant he didn't have to work that evening. Matthias worked as a bartender at a pretty dingy bar so he had to work pretty late, though he didn't mind.

Matthias cracked his back and stretched his arms, then walked downstairs and through the kitchen. He looked to the coffee pot, which was half-full, and obviously had been used earlier that morning by Berwald.

He thought he'd skip coffee that morning.

Instead he went into the living room, where Berwald was sitting on the couch, reading the Sunday paper. Matthias took a seat in the recliner across from him, plopping down with a dull thunk.

Berwald peered at him from behind his glasses, his deep blue eyes stared through Matthias, "Morn'n." He muttered, and took a drink from his mug, which still had steam rising from it.

"Morning Berwald. What've ya been up to?" Matthias asked, not that he was interested, he just wanted to start a conversation.

"Tino's comin' over. Bringin' a friend, I believe." Tino was Berwald's boyfriend, as mentioned earlier. How Berwald managed to get with Tino was not Matthias's place to wonder. Berwald was rather intimidating, standing six feet tall, extremely muscular, not to mention his accent and his creepy glare, and he didn't talk or smile much, (though he was extremely handsome) especially if you hadn't taken the time to get to know him right. After knowing him for so many years, Matthias had discovered that Berwald could actually be quite pleasant, and enjoyed living with him. One word. Quiet. Not that Matthias enjoyed the quiet, he actually loved going out to drink with a friend every now and then, but at least he wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night by Berwald yellling or anything, except for a few times when Tino spent the night, he would be rattled awake by muffled cries coming from the neighboring room, obviously Berwald's doing- Tino was loud. I guess there was a reason that Berwald had always been described as a lion.

Matthias shook his head at the Swede, his mind trailing off and returning to reality only when he heard the doorbell ring, and bent forward to stand up.

"Don' bother, I'll get it." Berwald stood up and opened the door for his boyfriend. "C'me in." He turned away and reclaimed his spot on the couch.

In the door walked Tino, a short, blonde, extremely cute Finnish boy of only twenty years. Another reason Matthias wondered how Berwald was able to get with him- Berwald was twenty-five, and that, in Matthias's opinion, was quite an age difference. Tino waved and batted his eyelashes, his gentle violet eyes sparkling. Behind him, he dragged his friend by the hand. "Hei sweetheart!" Tino called to Berwald. "Hello, Matthias!" He slipped his shoes off (a pair of fluffy Uggs, Tino was rather feminine, inside and out) and placed them next to the door. His friend did the same.

Tino plopped down on the couch next to Berwald, and immediately rested his head on his shoulder. Tino beckoned his friend to sit down, and so he did.

Berwald greeted Tino by placing a kiss on his cheek, and muttered. "H'llo" to his friend.

The friend looked up from his lap, and Matthias met eyes with who just might have been the most perfect person he had ever seen.

He had large, indigo eyes which stared right through Matthias's soul, and he had to shake his head several times to make sure the boy sitting across from him was any more than a dream; the boy sat tall, he was slender, and actually not much taller than Tino himself. His semi-shaggy, yet not unruly hair was pinned up on the left side in a cross clip. He didn't smile, his face was serious, but not scary like Berwald. He waved at Matthias shyly, and he almost swore he saw glitter fly off the boy, he looked almost like a character out of a fairy tale, and Matthias felt as though if he so much as blinked, the boy would disappear. He actually seemed to glow. He wasn't cute, handsome, pretty, or sexy. All of those would be an insult to the boy. He was beautiful... Matthias realized he was gawking and immediately looked elsewhere.

"Um.. Matthias.. this is my friend... well... he can introduce himself." Tino elbowed the beautiful boy. "Don't be so shy."

"Oh.. um.." The beautiful boy stood up and leaned over the table and held out a hand for Matthias. He shook the beautiful boy's hand slowly, not wanting to release his grip. His shake was soft; Matthias decided at this moment that the beautiful boy was feminine. He had no problem with this. "Nice to meet you. Lukas." His voice was soft an monotone, he had an accent.

"Lukas... that's a rather... robust.. name for a boy as pretty as you." Shit what did I just say. "Erm.. I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm M..." He looked up and trailed off, and found himself mesmerized once more by the beautiful boy's stare. Lukas blinked at him and raised an eyebrow. "..Matthias. Um..., where are you from?"

"Ah,.. Norway. I mean, my mom was from Iceland, but I was born in Norway. I'm shutting up now." He nodded and sat back down, and turned his head away from the Dane. Matthias noticed a tiny curl floating off the side of Lukas's head... how odd, yet nevertheless, another attribute that made the boy beautiful. "Ahh.. it's warm in here." He muttered, and snuggled deeper into the collar of his coat.

"Aren't you getting hot with your coat on?" Tino asked.

"I.. uh.. no. I'm always cold. This is nice." Lukas replied, throwing another quick glimpse at Matthias, twinkles of light flying off of him as he fluttered his eyelashes.

"Y'want coffee 'r anythin'?" Berwald asked, looking to Tino, then to Lukas.

"Yes, please.. black." Tino nodded.

"...No thank you." Lukas nearly whispered. Matthias decided that Lukas was either very shy or just quiet. Matthias wondered if he had a girlfriend... probably, a boy that attractive would most likely have earned himself quite a few admirers... unless he was... Matthias mentally smacked himself for allowing the thought to cross his mind.

Berwald stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Matthias sitting across from Tino and the beautiful boy Lukas.

"Come on, Lukas, don't be so shy. And close your mouth, Matthias, a fly will go in there." Tino snapped at him. (Tino was very strict about manners, he grew up with very proper parents.) Matthias realized he had been letting his mouth hang open and shut it, he could feel himself blushing.

Lukas forced a tiny smile and took his coat off, underneath which he was wearing another thick shirt, and splayed it across his lap.

"Want me to hang it up for you?" Tino asked.

"No thank you." Lukas didn't look at people when he spoke, he looked to the ground or to the wall. "Actually.. uh.. I should go soon, I have to work in an hour and I haven't showered yet..."

"Oh,.. stay for a few minutes!" Tino demanded, patting Lukas's lap. "Chat for a few."

"Alright..." Lukas nodded.

"Where do you work?" Matthias asked without thinking. He had so many questions to ask, but he wouldn't ask them.

"Ah.. it's not a very good job, I work at the library. Quiet job.. shutting up again." Lukas put a hand over his mouth and blushed.

"Oh.. please, no, talk more. Your voice is beautiful." Matthias clapped a hand over his mouth. Shit, did I really just say that...?

Berwald came back from the kitchen and sat down, handing Tino a steaming mug. "Sure y'don' want anything?" He asked Lukas once more.

"I'm sure... I really should go now. Thanks for having me, your house is real nice..." Lukas pulled his coat back on. (Berwald gets all their shit from Ikea.) "Nice meeting you." He gestured to Matthias.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you later then." Tino said to the beautiful boy.

He stood up and slipped his shoes on, the boy had excellent posture; "I'll call you later, Tino." He said before opening the door, and walked out.

"Ain't he a cutie?" Tino laughed as soon as he was sure the beautiful boy was gone, taking a drink from his mug.

For a moment, Matthias was unable to tear his eyes away from the door, but Tino cleared his throat and caught Matthias's attention.

He looked to the two sitting across from him, who were staring at him, hunched forward, a creepy smile of curiosity stretching across Tino's face.

"Whaaat?" Matthias looked back and forth from Berwald to Tino, who didn't look away from him.

"You liiike him." Tino giggled, and batted his eyelashes once more. "I can see it, you're blushing."

"What? No! But... he was.. extremely cute. Besides, you can't have a crush on somebody you've just met." Matthias shut his mouth before he could say any more. He didn't necessarily believe in love at first sight, at least not for himself.

"Ahaha, I don't know, Matthias." He leaned against Berwald. Whatever brought Tino to like Berwald in the first place was another thing that Matthias wondered, but it was Tino's call, not his own.

"I don't like him!, I swear!" Matthias shouted at the Finn, he could feel his ears reddening.

"I'm just kidding, Matthias, don't worry." Tino giggled again, and shrugged, clasping his hand with Berwald's.

He didn't have a crush on Lukas, how could he?, they had just met, it would be simply ridiculous. He shook off all thoughts he had on the matter. "Er... right, good. I'm going to take a shower." Matthias didn't wait for a reply and strode up the stairs quickly, trying to hide his fading blush.

He slammed the bathroom door behind him, and turned to twist the hot water knob on the shower. (He took scorching hot showers, especially if he was groggy, it woke him up.) He removed his digital watch, and realized it was almost 10:30 by now, for Matthias, this was actually a bit of a late start; he never slept in much, even on the weekends. He progressed to strip, and threw his dirty pajamas in the dirty clothes hamper. He cringed as he stepped in the shower, his skin stinging from the too-hot water. Steam infiltrated his lungs as he grabbed around the slick tile walls, until his hands met the bottle of shampoo- a boring bottle of Head and Shoulders, Berwald had never been too crazy when it came to bathroom supplies. He dumped some of the thick substance on his hair and scrubbed it around until it foamed up and rinsed it out, his mess of hair hanging in his face. All the while, the beautiful boy Lukas kept running through his head, Matthias couldn't prevent it. He didn't really want to, either. But... he didn't even know Lukas, how could he have feelings for him? Matthias attempted to forget Lukas, and shook off all feelings he had at the moment.

This worked... until the middle of the night.

Even after taking a Melatonin and drinking a glass of milk, Matthias still struggled to sleep. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tossed and turned, he was having hot flashes. (Probably Matthias's least favorite thing in the world, especially since it was January.) He kicked his comforter to his feet, and unbuttoned his pajamas, cooling his upper half. Finally, he was comfortable, and he managed to drift into a light sleep, but of course, the beautiful boy Lukas haunted Matthias's lucid dreaming with his sparkles, and Matthias flipped over again, waking himself up, and he glanced at the clock on the side table next to his bed, which read 1:13. Too early to get up, but he didn't want to sleep anymore. He was grateful that Tino hadn't decided to spend the night, not that he disliked Tino, (Actually, Matthias liked Tino a lot- he was quite joyful to be around.) but he didn't want to be woken up by Tino's yelps of pleasure in the middle of the night.

Matthias did manage to sleep that night, but it was very light and he felt hot, even after kicking his sheets to the end of his bed. Matthias didn't doubt it any more- he cared, and he wanted to see Lukas again