Chapter 3-
Rough hands caressed his body slowly, the movements being calm and calculated. Matthew had never felt such a soft touch before. It was enough to start tears to roll down his cheek but his tears weren't the reason for such a salty kiss. The man that shared his bed was the reason. The tears had flown freely as his lips lightly touched Matthews and softly touched his neck as well. They were both nervous. It had been so long since they last shared a warm embrace. Ludwig missed these moments with his lost lover and the days and nights they had spent lovingly wrapped in each others embrace. Those moments were pure bliss in his memories. The love they had felt was more then he could ever explain and it had taken so long for them to get there. Having Feliciano ripped from his life felt like he lost half of himself. It was too much to take in and his heart was slowly breaking because of it. If he could of had one more moment, one more kiss. If only he could have heard that sweet laugh or crying of the man he had longed so long for, maybe he wouldn't fell so sad. He held Matthew like he was a life line. As if this was the closest he could get to his lost lover. The tears kept coming as it became harder and harder to think of the man in his arms as his sweet little Feli. Being in such an embrace with a man that wasn't him felt so wrong, but he knew he needed to move on for his own health and Matthew was the same way.
All he ever wanted was love and to feel love. This moment, in the arms of a man he only just met, he could feel the love he always wanted, even if that love was not for him. It was heart breaking. Matthew was afraid of the man he invited into bed, afraid that Ivan was there instead and force him down and take what he wanted. He was afraid he was going to call him by horrid names and leave him there when it was over. Matthew continuously tried to remind himself 'It's not Ivan' and tried to relax in the embrace of another man. He needed this. He wanted this. He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved even if it was only for the night. He let his hands roam over the large German man and focused on his kiss and the saltiness that was there. Never before, had he felt so much sadness and longing in an embrace. It felt so right but also so wrong.
The sweet and soft kisses slowly trailed down his neck and warm hands slowly crept to lower parts of his body. Matthews breath hitched as he was pulled from the couch with a gentle force. His back was against Ludwig's and he could feel trails of kisses and warm breathe down his neck. Large hands worked their way under his shirt, slowly peeling it away from his small frame. The same hands went south to work off the boys tight pants. Gently, warm hands grabbed his cock causing his mouth to open slightly and his his eyes to roll. He felt euphoric as his dick hardened and twitch. In the past week since Ivan left him, he wallowed in his emotions and drank away his pain without once thinking of pleasure. Now, as he could feel the heat building inside of him, he could feel everything from the hard lump pressing into his back, the sweet tender kisses on his neck and shoulder, and the warm, strong hands pumping him steadily.
Ludwig leaned Matthew over the couch, he needed to feel him, he needed all of him, right now. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to floor before casually stepping out of them. He spat into his hand and caressed his own dick a few times before pressing into the others ass. The smaller boy tensed as he was being entered, the pain being slightly there, but not being as bad as he remembered. As soon as he was all the way in they both sighed and stayed there for a moment to get used to the new situation. But when Ludwig started thrusting his hips, it was all over for Matthew. They both fell into a trap of ecstasy as the night became longer and ran into day break.
When morning hit, it felt as is a weight had been lifted. There was no exhaustion or hesitation to start the day. Both men felt almost releaved. The night before had been one filled with many emotions and desires as the left no surface of the apartment untouched. Matthew stayed in bed, taking in the first moment of the day as he stayed curled up in his sheets. The warm morning sun shone in through his windows and he could smell the sweetness of maple syrup drift from under the door frame. Nothing could make this morning better, except maybe someone who he truly wanted to share it with, and it definitely was not the tall blonde who was currently making breakfast. As much as the man left an impression on his body, Matthew felt nothing for him. The night was only there to fill a desire and a need that both men had, and now that is was over, they were both content at keeping it that way.
As Ludwig woke, he looked around the room he was in. It was small with only a bed and dresser with no decoration adorning the room. The only warmth was coming from the small window that shown on the bed, the view was beautiful though. You could see the last bits of sunrise as it warmed up the building and welcomed you awake. Looking over, he saw his bed partner curled up facing the window but was unsure whether or not the boy was awake. Quietly, he removed the blanket from his body and crept out of bed. Once his feet touched the cold ground, a shiver ran through his body. He was still very much naked from the night before and the cold was an unwelcomed friend to his exposed body. Swiftly, he exited the bedroom in order to not wake the boy up if he was still sleeping and ventured into the living room to retrieve the pants he had left their the following night.
In the day, and without a drunken fog clouding his brain, he could see the apartment in it's full glory. It was small and had a potential beauty that was hidden behind torment. Things were thrown everywhere, papers unkept, books knocked over and starting to cover in dust. Reminants of Ivan's hasty exit was written everywhere, no wonder why Matthew thought of him. The only pictures around the home were ones of the two of them, and it made Ludwig sick. Even though he was never asked, and wasn't even sure if it would be appreciated by the young man still currently in bed, Ludwig started to clean. He wanted the apartment to shine for Matthew. He wanted him to heal and find love and happiness. It wasn't fair that someone so sweet and kind had to through something so awful, and he didn't want Matthew to remember the torture his heart went through.
A couple hours later, Ludwig deemed the apartment worthy. No dust adorned any surface, books were put away, and pctures of the man he assumed to be Ivan had been removed and placed neatly in a box. But still, the small Canadian wasn't awake. Making his way into the now sparkling kitchen. Ludwig rummaged through the cabinets in pursuit of breakfast. The only things he could find were ingredients for pancakes. So he set to work preparing a meal worthy of a healing heart.
Keys gingled in the keyhole to the apartment where his brother lived. He hadn't heard from the Canadian in quite some time and was getting worried as the days went by, phone calls were missed, and texts unanswered. He knew deep in his heart that Ivan had done something to him. That Russian always got on his nerves. He hated the man with a raging passion and didn't want him anywhere near his innocent little brother. They were no good together, but no matter how many times he told Matthew this, he would always stay with the man. It made him sick, but no matter what, he would always be there for his brother. Matthew was the most important person in his life and he refused to loose him. Loosing the only person that understood you can be devastating, and he was no good at heart ache.
The man entered into the apartment and immediately felt something was off. Everything was as it usually was, clean, proper, but it was somehow, bright. But one thing that was right was the smell, the smell of his brother cooking pancakes. As he got to the entrance of the small kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of the stove was a large buff man with sharp features, he had beautiful blonde hair that hung freely over his forehead. This was not his brother, nor that bastard Ivan. "Who the fuck are you?"
Ludwig turned his head to look at the stranger standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He stared at the man in shock, not expecting anyone but Matthew to be in the home. However, he didn't get defensive. The man looked familiar, as he had been tidying the apartment he had seen pictures of the very man in front of him in pictures with Matthew. They looked very similar, so similar that they could almost be twins. However there was some stark difference, and Ludwig could help but think that the man in front of him was more beautiful. His golden hair and striking bright blue eyes were much more bright and cheery then Matthew's.
"Um, hello. I'm Ludwig." The man kept staring at him skeptically like he was ready to pounce at any moment. He coughed in discomfort before turning toward the man to face him. "I'm one of Matthew's friends. He let me stay the night. I assume your his brother?" Ludwig stretched out his hand in a greeting.
The Golden boy looked from his face, to his hand, and then to his bare chest. Ludwig hadn't thought to put a shirt on as he had gotten dressed that morning and that felt like a mistake. He could see the others eyes get wide and a slight shade of pink crept into both of their cheeks. "Matthew," he screamed. "Matthew where the fuck are you?" He quickly ran out of the kitchen and into his brothers bedroom. "Matthew, there's a strange and shirtless man in your kitchen." He jumped on top of Matthew has he laid in bed. "Bro, get up! Get up! What if he's here to kill you," he cried.
A grunt of annoyance came from the small man under him. "Alfred, shut the hell up. It's a friend okay. And get off of me and get out of my room for a minute." Matthew try to stay hidden under the covers as best he could with his flailing brother on top of him. No matter how hard he tried though, the blanket started to only cover the bare minimum of his body. There was a loud, surprised gasp, and then the weight was lifted off his body. This wasn't going to be good. Matthew closed his eyes and sighed, waiting for the storm that was about to come down on him from his beloved brother.
"You're naked! Oh my god. Matthew. You SLEPT with that man. But, but. Ivan. Where is Ivan? He's going to fucking murder you." Alfred staired at his brother wide eyed, and then slowly his features morphed into rage. "Matthew Francis Williams, explain yourself."