this chapter is shorter for a reason btw - taco
alfred probably has this all planned out in his head from the first moment he walked in thee door of the shop. he seemed to know where he wanted to go with matthew, for a man who claimed he was "just winging it".
"we can go to my house, if you want." alfred asked, hooking his arm around matthew's waist. "i have clothes at my place if you don't wanna wear the same ones again."
matthew nodded, his head finding a home on alfred's chest. "i need more clothes, so okay."
as an oblivious matthew closed his eyes for a minute, alfred used his empty hand, pumping his fist the air in pride. all the guys around him glared in either disgust or jealousy. the two men walked for a few, absorbing the morning life around them, before alfred stopped at the entrance door to his apartment. matthew followed the man inside his home, observing the type of luxury that alfred lived in. a key clicked, and alfred invited matthew inside his home. it was quaint and aristocratic, the shelves aligned in a symmetrical fashion. movies from a to z were lines across the shelves beside the flat screen tv, where alfred had told matthew that he spent most of his free days. pictures lined the hall, showing what probably was alfred's family, as well as pets, food, holidays, and miscellaneous fun times.
"used to be my dad's place." alfred said, detaching his grip on matthew. "he gave it to me after papa died."
shock was the only thing on matthew's face. "y-your parents were gay?"
alfred let out a deep chuckle, walking over to the hallway wall, and taking off a picture. "hell yeah they were! besides myself, they were the gayest gay people to ever walk this earth!"
matthew had to laugh at that, because technically no, alfred's parents weren't the gayest on the earth. he himself was. matthew was created far before alfred's parents were even conceived. humoring the man, he still agreed wisely, glancing around for a place to sit. alfred motioned his head towards the couch, where the two awkwardly sat beside each other, not knowing exactly where to put their hands and legs.
alfred laughed randomly, and looking into matthew's eyes, he asked. "can you dance?"
matthew nodded, his face a bit pink from the type of dance he knew. alfred only cheered at that. "we should have a dance off! i'm probably going to beat you though!" he jumped from the couch, grabbing a somewhat of a tiny speaker device, and connected it to his phone.
"i'll play a song, and you just gotta dance to it, and whoever looks the most super awesome wins!" alfred bounced his way back to where matthew was, taking off his shirt. matthew gaped at the girth of alfred's biceps. his mouth was most likely wide open, making alfred only wink, and flex a bit, matthew's eyes widening as the shadows appeared, outlining his arms. he thought his whole body was melting from the pure size and glory of the muscles in front of his eyes.
matthew, sort of self conscious about his body, he decided to keep his shirt on. soon, a heavy beat started blasting from the speakers, sending alfred in a wild dancing fit. matthew could only stare in awe as his body curved around the beat almost like a stripper would. the muscles in his arms moved in a ripple, sending matthew's world into slow motion.
"fuck me." matthew whispered, too quiet for alfred to hear.
"what did you say, mattie?!" alfred shouted over the loud music. he stopped dancing, and stepped over to the radio, turning it down. "say it again?"
is was probably alfred's face that made matthew blush. he straightened his posture, and leaned impeccably close to the other man. "fuck me."
