Matthew was at home sitting on his couch. He was wearing his favorite jersey and had his eyes glued to the television screen. Yes, it was game day. His favorite hockey team was playing today and he was eager to see how they did. A light knock on the door startled him. Matthew sighed hoping nothing would happen when he went to see who was here. He went to the door and opened it to Francis.
"Bonjour Matthew!" Francis said as he let himself in and walked passed the Canadian. Matthew closed the door and went back to the living room plopping himself on the couch once again. Francis stood behind the couch and wrapped his arms around Matthew's neck. Matthew turned to look at Francis.
"What do you need?" He asked politely Francis sighed. "I'm bored." He said. Matthew decided to turn back to the hockey game. "Find something to entertain yourself." Francis frowned and sat next to Matthew. "But you're my entertainment." He whined Matthew's face flushed. "F-Francis!" He said. Francis gave a playful grin. "Stop watching this silly sport mon ami." Matthew shook his head. "I'm sorry Francis, but this is really important." He smiled shyly at him and turned his attention back to the screen.
Francis pouted as he tried to think of a way to get Matthew's attention. He scooted closer to him. "Matthew?" He whispered. The Canadian's eyes didn't move. "Yes?" He responded. Francis brushed some of Matthew's hair out of his eyes. "Kiss me?" Matthew glanced over at him.
"Francis I-" He was cut off by Francis's lips crashing on his. Matthew kissed him back softly until he felt a tongue lick the bottom of his lips. He pulled away. Francis looked at him sad. "Do you not like kissing me?" Matthew blushed and stared at his feet. "W-well its not that I…don't like it...I-I'm just busy watching the game.." Matthew looked back to the television and saw the game was in half time. Francis gave a sly smile and Matthew grew uneasy.
Francis leaned closer to Matthew only leaving a few inches between them. "Mon ami, it seems like the game is on break, non?" Matthew's heart beat picked up lightly. "Uh yeah." He said nervously. Francis continued his creepy smiling. "That means you're not busy anymore." Matthew's cheeks turned a little pink.
"It'll be com-" He was cut off by Francis's kiss. He wrapped his arms around his waist. Francis stuck his tongue out waiting permission to enter. Matthew let out a small sigh and let him in. He put his hands around Francis's neck. The kiss deepened and it was obvious who was in control, but Mtthew didnt mind Francis's dominent nature. He was used to it.
Matthew finally broke away panting. His lungs were desperate for air. Francis, on the other hand, looked completely normal. He grinned at Matthew. "Are you ok?" Matthew nodded gaining his strength back. "Yeah." His voice was slightly breathy. Francis chuckled. "Good because I'm still bored and your game is still not on..."
And that is why Matthew never found out the outcome off the hockey game.
