I think this is the end. This story reminded me why I don't write things out by hand. It took so long! Um, rated T for...suggestions? IDK. If you guys want me to continue, I will, but if not then I will change the status to complete tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it!

There was a poster of a naked man taped to the inside of the door. There was white stuff splattered on the bottom edge of the poster and the door. The edges of more posters stuck out of a large sketchbook in the closet. He flipped it open and gagged. Why did Matthew have a naked poster of Ivan? And Ismael? And…Alfred? Why did Matthew have a naked poster of his brother? Now that was just wrong.

"Okay Gilbert, are you ready?" Matthew walked into the room and froze in the doorway, his face instantly turning bright red. Gilbert looked up at him.

"Matthew? Are you…gay?" The blond didn't answer, but his blush grew darker. "Why do you have this?" He held up the poster of Alfred. Matthew cleared his throat and moved forward.

"I do nude photography for commissions. I like to keep copies of all my work." He took the sketchbook from Gilbert.

"So all these guys paid you to take naked pictures of them?"

"Basically, yes."

"What about this one?" He pointed at the one on the door. Matthew's fading blush returned.

"That one is a professional shot. I bought it online."

"And you jerk yourself off to it?" Matthew looked at the poster and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

"I was half asleep when I did that this morning. I can't be held accountable for my actions." Matthew shut and locked the door. Gilbert grunted and sat on the bed. Matthew knelt in front of him and reached between his legs, pulling his physical therapy case out from under the bed.

"So, massage, photography, cooking…any other hidden talents?" Gilbert asked. Matthew sat back on his heels and looked up at him.

"Um…figure drawing." Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"So you not only take pictures of naked people, but you draw them too?"

"Yeah." He leaned forward a little.

"…this looks really wrong, Matt." Matthew stood up and pushed him back on the bed. He crawled over him and straddled his hips. "Uh, M-Matt?" Matthew stared at him with a determined expression, then his eyes widened and he blushed. He climbed off of him.

"S-sorry." He walked over to a video camera sitting on top of the dresser and started playing with it, keeping his back to the older boy. Gilbert shook his head.

"Whatever man." He stood up and took off his pants and shoes, then he laid on the bed on his stomach. "I'm ready, Matt." Matthew positioned the camera and turned it on, then he walked over to the door and shut it.

"Today is Saturday, June 26, 2010, at 10 am," Matthew said, walking over to the bed. "The patient is Gilbert beillschmidt. Ailment: left leg…" He lifted his case and opened it. "What exactly happened, Gilbert?"

"Uh…I don't know. I went out drinking last night and on the way home it started hurting again. Maybe a relapse?" Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Ailment: left leg. Reason: previous injury, possible relapse. Probable cause: alcohol poisoning."

"Hey! It's not that bad! I've been drinking less since I met you!"

"Thank you for that, Gilbert. Now lie still, it's harder to do this when you're moving." Gilbert grumbled to himself and laid back down. Matthew opened a tube and rubbed lotion on his hands, then he knelt on the bed by Gilbert's feet. He put his hands on the left calf and started kneading the muscle. Gilbert groaned.

"Nnn…that feels good, Matt." Matthew smiled.

"You're lucky I give you a discount. If I charged you full or was professional, you'd be in debt to me for more than a year."

"Dang."

"You haven't yet earned free."

"How do I do that?"

"You'd have to…uh…nevermind."

"What?"

"No, nothing."

"Mattie."

"I offered free to Katyusha once…"

"Free what?"

"Free anything. Massage, photography, sketches, full-color drawing…"

"You offered to do naked pictures of Ivan's older sister? Are you crazy?"

"I had a major crush on her, okay? I would've done anything she wanted."

"I thought you were gay."

"I am. Now. I wasn't then."

"Oh. How'd Ivan take it?"

"…At the next practice, we were on opposite teams…let's just say I spent most of practice with my face pressed against the wall or floor. I didn't look at a girl the same way again."

"So Ivan scared you into being gay?"

"Not exactly."

"…No way. You can't be serious. You like him?"

"No, but I did. And when he changed in the locker room—"

"Ew! I don't need that mental picture! You remember what he did to me?"

"I know! But he doesn't act the same way around me! Maybe it's because I've kicked his butt at hockey…But yeah. I offered free photos to the team. Only Ivan and a few others did nudes. The others I did headshots, and they mostly used those for yearbook. I also did team photos for yearbook."

"So that's why you have a naked poster of Ivan?"

"Yeah. He refused to take off the scarf for some reason."

"That's because he's a cree—OWWWWW!" Matthew pressed hard into his leg.

"Oops. Sorry Gil." Gilbert glared back over his shoulder. Matthew smiled in return.

"Not cool, Matt." Matthew leaned forward and blew on Gilbert's leg.

"Je suis désolé…" Gilbert sniffed.

"Nein."

"Gilbert~" The albino dropped his head onto the pillows.

"Why do you do that?"

"Cause I know you can't resist my charms." He smiled. Gilbert raised his head.

"Charms, ha. More like your cuteness." There was a heavy pause before Matthew spoke.

"You think I'm cute? Aww, thanks, Gil."

"No, that's not what I-! Ah, screw it." He dropped his head back into the pillow. Matthew finished the massage in comfortable silence, a smile on his face. When he was done, he packed away his case. Gilbert got up and pulled his pants back on, then he sat on the bed and watched Matthew.

"You were in my dream last night."

"Oh?" The word was muffled as Matthew was half under the bed.

"Yeah." Gilbert smirked as Matthew stood up. "You were taking off my clothes." Matthew blushed red.

"Gilbert!" He turned and quickly left the room. Gilbert smiled wistfully after him. He turned and spoke to the bear on the bed as if it was Matthew.

"It was actually a really nice dream, Mattie. I guess I asked you out on a date or something, I don't know, the dream skipped that part, but it must have been awesome because you said yes, which is even more awesome, and we were going out on an awesome date together. I picked you up at your house, right on time and I was dressed real good, I think I had West help me, and I had a really cool car, but you, Mattie—you just blew me away. You were really hot. I can't remember what you were wearing, but you were hot.

"We went to this really nice restaurant, and I had reservations for us there. We got shown to our table, and it was back in a corner, kinda secluded, and it was real cozy, lit by candles and stuff. The waitress tried to flirt with me and got mad when I ignored her, 'cause I was just staring at you. Then I told her that you and me were on a date together, and her face turned red and she stuttered out an apology. She pretty much left us alone after she brought our food. I don't remember what you got, it had some fancy name, but you fed me a bit of it and it was really good. I had steak and stuff. You kept looking at me and smiling while we were eating, and if I smiled back you would blush and look down. You're so cute when you blush.

"When we were done, I paid, and then we started walking home—I don't know what happened to the awesome car, but whatever. It had just rained, so the air smelled really clean, but there was a lot of water on the side of the roads. Some idiot car was practically riding the curb and drove through this huge puddle. I pushed you out of the way so you wouldn't get wet, but the water still got your shoes. I got completely soaked, and I was pissed. You walked over and smiled and said 'Thanks Gil.' I swear, I could've died right there, you were so…cute. I smiled back at you and then I started shivering. You looked at me in concern and we walked back to my house, 'cause it was closer. We took off our shoes and socks in the doorway, 'cause they were soaked anyway, then we stumbled up the stairs to my room. My hands were shaking so bad by that time I couldn't turn the doorknob or anything. I couldn't grip the buttons on my clothes. You had to help me get my clothes off. You got me down to just my skin and I fell back onto the bed. You grabbed a towel and dried my hair and stuff, then you put some clean clothes on me. You were going to leave then, but I asked you to stay. I was shivering so hard it sounded like I was stuttering, and I totally wasn't begging, by the way.

"You smiled at me and pulled out my extra sweatpants and you didn't even say anything when I watched you change. You were really hot but you didn't take off your boxers, so I was disappointed. You put on the sweatpants and one of my big t-shirts and got into my bed. You cuddled up next to me—you were really warm—and then we both fell asleep. That was an awesome dream. When West woke me up this morning, I was confused because you weren't there. Oh, I almost forgot. Before we fell asleep, you said something to me. You said 'That was an awesome date.' Then you kissed my cheek and said 'Thanks Gil'." Gilbert smiled, a hand on his cheek. "I think those are the most awesome words I've ever heard."

"Wow." Gilbert's head whipped up to where Matthew was standing in the doorway. He was smiling.

"Mattie? How long have you been standing there?"

"Pretty much since the beginning. I forgot to turn off the camera." He reached over and turned it off.

"All that was recorded?" Gilbert asked faintly. Matthew nodded.

"All of it." Gilbert groaned and flopped back on the bed. Matthew smiled and walked over. "That was really sweet though. Thanks Gil." Matthew kissed his cheek. Gilbert stared in shock and grabbed Matthew's wrist before he could move away.

"Hey Birdie, I've always wondered if the way you taste is affected by all the maple stuff you eat. Will you let me find out?" Gilbert asked with a smirk.

"Is that a pick-up line?" Matthew asked.

"A totally awesome one, right?"

"Are you asking if I'll let you kiss me?" he went on.

"Maybe." Gilbert leaned in. Matthew leaned in too and Gilbert's eyes widened. Then Matthew pushed him back on the bed and stood up straight, grinning.

"Don't push your luck, Gil. I've already given you a kiss today." He turned and walked towards the door, then looked back over his shoulder and winked. He laughed and ran out of the room as Gilbert stood up. Gilbert stood still for a moment to get his bearings, listening to Matthew's light laughter fill the house, then he ran after him.

"Come back here, you tease!"