After class was over, Tim asked Matt to stay behind. Matt had lunch next period, and Tim didn't have a class, so he decided to do it. Why wouldn't he? His head was still spinning from the kiss before class, and he was hoping to have more of it.
"I just remembered something, Matt." Tim said as he shut and locked his door. Matt looked at him. "You left all your pot at my house." He said. "And my socks." Matt said, smiling. "Well, you're going to have to go get the things you left, aren't you?" Tim smirked. "So how about you come home with me after school?" Tim asked, and Matt nodded, but then started to shake his head.
"I can't. Fuck. Mom's supposed to be flying in tonight from France to visit, and I think Dad's gonna actually be home for once." Matt groaned, and Tim looked confused. "I kind of have a really dysfunctional family." Matt said, and Tim nodded. "I'd normally skip out on them, because really, when have they ever even acted like a family? But I haven't seen my mom since she moved like, 10 years ago. Plus, I'd be leaving my brother alone for all the fighting that's bound to happen and he'd never forgive me."
"Mmm. I know exactly how you feel. I moved to another continent to escape my batshit family. It was pretty much the same as you; I only really cared for my sister." Tim hummed, sitting beside Matt on the table. "How long will your mother be in for?" he asked, and Matt thought. "Until she gets fed up and flies back to France. It probably won't take very long. Maybe a week?" he sighed. Tim made a noise of disapproval, and intertwined his hand with Matt's. "I guess we need to make up for lost time, then?"
Matt was going to question what he meant, but soon Tim's mouth was sucking on his throat, and he was left speechless. Matt groaned softly, and pulled away from Tim. "Mmm, we'll get caught, Tim. And my mom will see all these hickeys," he said softly. Tim nodded, and pulled away. "Then just let me kiss you, Matt." He said softly. Matt looked Tim in the eyes. "I really don't want to get caught, Tim." He said, and Tim smirked. "I've gotten high in here, Matt. No one goes to the art wing, especially not this far back. We'll be fine." He assured him. "Promise?" Matt asked. Tim nodded.
Matt exhaled shakily, and leaned in to kiss Tim. It was slow, but passionate. If only the smell of paint wasn't so strong and the florescent lights didn't shine so harshly, it would have been almost romantic. The room was silent except for the sound of blood rushing in Matt's ears and the unmistakable wet sounds of the kiss. Careful to avoid Tim's perfectly styled hair, Matt held onto the back of his neck with one hand and let the other fall to his waist. Tim didn't seem to have the same respect for hair as Matt did, and fisted one hand in Matt's blond curls. Matt felt Tim's mouth open and he quickly opened his too, allowing his tongue to touch Tim's.
Matt loved the feeling of Tim's tongue in his mouth. He loved the taste, the softness, everything. He had only kissed a few people, but none of them could compare to Tim. Must be a Dutch thing. Matt ran his hand up and down Tim's side, and he felt Tim smile in the kiss. Matt pulled away for air, grinning happily. Tim placed his forehead against Matt's and sighed happily, his green eyes meeting Matt's blue ones. "There are a few things in life that are better when you aren't high, and kissing is one of them." Tim said, pressing a peck to the corner of Matt's lips. Matt made a noise of approval. It was silent for a little while, and the two took turns pressing kisses to each other's lips.
Matt broke the silence after a few minutes. "Hey, Tim, I've always wondered something." He said idly, pulling his forehead away. "What is it?" Tim asked. Matt put his hand on Tim's cheek, and slowly inched it up to the scar on his forehead. "What the hell happened here?" he asked, and Tim just smiled. "You aren't the only one who has a dysfunctional family."
"Yeah, but what happened?" Matt didn't want to let it go that easy. "I'll tell you all about it later. For now, I don't want to scare you off." Tim said, leaning back in for another kiss. Matt hummed, and dropped his hand back to his face. That was kind of a weird thing to say, but with Tim so close to him, Matt wasn't thinking properly enough to process it. Tim's lips met Matt's again, and he kissed him with fervor.
Matt's phone started buzzing against the table, and made the two men jump apart. "Oh my god," Matt panted, his heart beating quickly. He checked the caller ID, and of course it was Alfred. Who else called him? He quickly hit answer and put it to his ear. "Where are you, Matt? You didn't eat lunch with me and Toris like you always do!" Al complained, and Matt cringed. "Tim's helping me come up with a portfolio for that art school I applied to. You know, that one in Seattle?" he managed to lie after a moment. "Oh," Al said flatly.
"Mattie, are you avoiding me?" Al asked sadly after Matt didn't answer. "What? Of course not!" Matt answered. "We can talk about it when we drive home, okay? Tim's kind of giving me this weird look, I think he wants me to hang up. Bye Al," he said, ignoring his brother's protests and pressing the 'End Call' button. He let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, he needs constant attention or he gets lonely." Matt laughed to Tim, and Tim smiled. "My sister's the same way. I swear. I'm a grown ass man, and she still will call me some nights. Always, 'Broeder, wanneer kom je terug naar Nederland? Deze kleine vakantie heeft te lang geduurd.' I haven't even told her yet that I've gotten my permanent residence." He laughed.
"I don't know what you just said, but I'm sure it's tragic, Tim." Matt hummed, and looked at the clock. The bell would ring soon. Matt started to straighten himself up, hoping to not look like he had just had a makeout session. Tim watched him as he did, and smiled. "So, art school?" he asked, and Matt nodded. "Well you certainly have the talent. I went to art school before I went into teaching," Tim mused. Matt ran a hand through his hair for a last time, and turned to Tim.
"Mmm, yes, well I have a dream to be a starving artist," Matt hummed, leaning in to give Tim a peck on the lips before the bell rang. "I had the exact same dream when I went to an art school 5,000 miles away from home. And look where I ended up." Tim laughed, and pulled Matt in for another. "Maybe I'll be better than you, old man. You really should help me with that portfolio, though." Matt suggested. "After you called me an old man? I don't think I should. I'm hurt, Matt." Tim said with a mock pout.
Matt checked the clock a last time, and gave Tim one last kiss right as the bell rang. "There, does that make up for it?" He smirked and walked towards the door. "Almost," Tim said. "Whatever. See you in 6th, old man!" Matt called and walked out the door, grinning like a fool. He was happy, and he didn't feel like anything could break his mood.
Matt wasn't sure why he ever really had those thoughts, because whenever he did, something invariably came to break his mood. Today, it just happened to be running into Alfred on the way to Foods class. "Mattie!" He called, and pulled Matt in for a hug. As homophobic as he was, Al sure was touchy with other guys. "Hey, Al," Matt said, panicking slightly. He hadn't checked a mirror before he had left Tim's room, what if he looked as well-shagged as he felt?
Alfred laughed, and started walking in the direction of Foods with Matt. "So how have you been, stranger?" Al asked, clapping Matt on the back. "Good, I guess." Matt replied. "Guess you can't remember much of last night?" Al smirked, and Matt felt like he could have smacked it off. That's not how pot worked; Matt remembered every glorious detail, not that he could ever tell Al that. "Er, no. Not really." He lied.
"Well damn, you're missing out then. Mattie finally got laid, and he can't even remember it!" Al laughed, somewhat louder than necessary, staring at his neck. Fuck, the hickeys! Matt could have killed Tim at that moment. "Will you shut up, Al?! I'm a virgin, and you know it. There weren't even any girls over last night." Matt lied in a huff. "Then what happened here?" Al said, prodding at a particularly dark hickey. "I-I don't know, I already told you I don't remember last night." Matt replied, getting more and more flustered. "Wait a second, is it a fucking track mark?" Al asked suddenly, in a very accusatory tone.
"What?! Al. No, think about what you just said. Do you think-" Suddenly the minute warning bell rang, and Al stepped away from his brother. "We'll talk about it once we're in the car. I can't believe you, Matthew." Al said seriously, and Matt groaned and walked into Foods class. Great, now Al thought he was a junkie. How fucking stupid could you be? He should have just said he fucked some girl, no matter how long he had been claiming he was a virgin to Al.
See, Matt had a plethora of lies he told to Al on a regular basis. They ranged from, 'No, Al, I didn't eat the Pizza Rolls. Dad must have done it,' to, 'Of course I'm a virgin, Al. I'm saving myself for the right girl.' Though he tended to use the Pizza Roll lie more (he got really hungry when he was high,) he would defend the virgin lie til his dying day. Or the day he moved to Seattle and came out. Either one. He had been lying about that since the day in Vancouver 2 years ago when he first lost his virginity to some Russian immigrant named Ivan who worked at the hotel he was staying at. Yeah, Matt was definitely keeping that a secret.
But he really would rather be known as a non-virgin than a junkie to his brother. He let out a sigh and put his head down. He was going to have to come up with a lie, and fast.