A/N: Okay, this is to add a bit more humour to this fic and wrap it all up. Just to warn you now, I've decided to take a break from the romance to write one or two humour fics again; but I will continue the romances, they will not be abandoned!!
"Is he up yet?" Scott asked Pedro, nodding at the prone form of Richard lying on the hotel carpet with the Peruvian lying over him. He was answered by a groan as the elder man sat up slowly, holding his head where he had hit it on the chest of draws when he fainted.
"Are you feeling alright?" Professor Chambers questioned him tentatively. He blinked at her, Pedro and Jamie before responding, "Yes, thank you, I'm oka-" then he spotted Scott. He launched himself to his feet and pointed a shaking hand at the American, who raised his eyebrows bemusedly.
"What the hell was that in there?!" Richard screamed. Scott frowned. "What do you mean?"
Richards eyes practically bugged out as he yelled, "Don't give me that! I saw you two–"
"Then why are you asking what went on in there? If you saw, you know." Scott busied himself with taking a sip of water and pointedly ignoring the spluttering Englishman. The professor was completely confused by now, as was Pedro, who turned to look at Jamie, saying, "What are they talking about?"
Flashback
Matt smiled at Scott's reply, taking his outstretched hand and pulling him close, so half of Scott's chest was hovering over his own, as they kissed. Once they broke apart, he murmured, "I was hoping you'd say that." Scott gave him a half-smile and ducked his head down to kiss the blue-eyed boy once more. Matt groaned at the intrusion of Scott's tongue in his mouth, digging his fingers into the other boy's hips before sliding his fingers up to the hemline of his shirt, which had ridden up a little bit so a sliver of the skin of his back was visible, Matt tracing his fingers over it.
"Scott! Where'd you go?" Richard called from the other room before walking straight into Matt's room, hoping he wouldn't have to break up another fight so soon after Matt had been hurt. He took one look at the teenagers, Scott half on top of Matt, only just pulling his tongue back so it was obvious where it had just been and Matt's hands creeping up his shirt, and fainted.
"Oh bugger."
"You got that right."
End Flashback
"What's all the shouting about?" Matt said, slinking out of his room in his creased grey shirt and white boxers. Scott looked away as he felt his cheeks heat up, stifling the oppressing desire to jump the other boy in front of everyone. Richard rounded on his young friend. "Matt! What's going on with you two?"
"What do you mean?"
"Not you too!"
Matt walked over to Scott and wrapped an arm around his waist, sliding his hand into the back pocket of Scott's jeans to feel his backside through the material. "You mean me and my boyfriend?"
Scott turned two deeper shades of red at the title while Richard went pale and collapsed into a nearby chair, looking like he might faint again. Pedro and Jamie gaped at the other members of the five. Professor Chambers launched herself out of her chair and screeched, "I knew it! I KNEW IT!!" The others simply gave her a rather alarmed look as she cackled like a mad witch before bolting out of the room.
"Scott!" Jamie yelled, clenching his fists as he stared his brother down. Scott averted his eyes, dreading his little brother's reaction to the revelation. "So this is why you've blocked me out of your mind for ages! Why didn't you tell me?!"
Scott folded his arms across his chest, still unable to meet his furious twins gaze, gripping his biceps painfully tight. "I didn't know how you were gonna react! Besides, I didn't know how I felt myself . . ." he trailed off, looking over at Matt, who smiled and kissed his cheek in comfort.
"And you know how you feel now?" Scott finally looked Jamie in the eyes, surprised that he didn't look angry or disgusted – more expectant, really. Scott nodded mutely. "So . . . how do you feel?"
Scott stared at him steadily. "I love Matt." Said boy's other arm reached around his stomach and pulled him closer. Scott maintained his twin's eye-contact until Jamie suddenly grinned brilliantly. He flung himself at his brother and yanked him out of Matt's arms into a hug, bellowing in his ear, "That's GREAT!!"
Jamie let go of his very confused brother, fixing him with a stern glare, "But, you know, I'm mad at you for waiting this long to figure it out and tell me!"
The utterly bewildered Scott could only say, "Why?"
"Because if you had gotten it all sorted out earlier, this could all have been resolved faster! Now I've got something to tell you!" And with that he launched himself backwards – straight onto Pedro's lap, conveying the message telepathically, though there was hardly any need. Matt's eyebrows shot up his forehead and Scott's jaw dropped open.
"Don't be too hard on them, Jamie," Pedro chastised, gracing his lover's neck with his lips. "If they had done things differently, I may not have had the chance to have you the way I did . . ."
"Have . . . ?" Scott began, before asking blankly, "You mean . . . sex?"
Jamie now went the same shade of crimson his twin had only moments before, nodding silently while Pedro smirked wolfishly. At Scott's astounded expression, Jamie stated defensively, "What? You guys were doing it, so we–"
"Whoa, whoa!" Matt butted in. "Scott and I haven't had sex."
"You haven't?" Jamie looked astonished. Pedro laughed. "You have no idea what you are missing . . ." he chuckled, placing his right hand rather conspicuously on Jamie's thigh. They all ignored him, and Richard too as the journalist muttered weakly, "Well, that's something, I suppose . . ."
"But, that time when Matt and you were upstairs and Pedro and I were on the couch–"
"Jamie, we do a lot of things simultaneously, but sex isn't one of them," Scott informed him flatly.
"THE COUCH?! YOU HAD SEX ON THE COUCH?! BUT I SAT ON IT!!" Richard yelled. One of Matt's black brows quirked upwards as his eyes slid over to his elder friend. "Yeah, that's kind of what you're supposed to do with a couch, Richard."
As the fair haired man continued to flounder uselessly, Professor Chambers came tearing back into the room. Her smile grew wider as she noted Jamie sitting on Pedro's thighs; she then proudly presented Matt and Scott with a piece of paper. Frowning, Scott took it from her and his eyes skimmed over the text, Matt leaning over his shoulder to read with him. "You bought two large double beds?"
The woman grinned, doing a wonderful imitation of Jamie's gleaming one, "Yup – they're for you boys!"
Matt gaped at her. "This is what those boxes were! You planned this all along – ordering the beds in, forcing me and Pedro to sleep in Scott and Jamie's room, pulling us apart again – everything!"
The professor laughed at the incredulous teenagers and shaky Richard. "Well, of course!" she confirmed, looking at them like it was obvious.
XXXXX
Now back in the hacienda, thankfully monster-free, the twins and the professor sat at the kitchen table, eating Scott's newly prepared meal, as Matt, Pedro and Richard walked down the stairs. "Hey guys, everything's all cleared up there." He informed them, having gone with the other two earlier than the woman and the American's to finish cleaning up the house. Matt walked over to Scott, who was dipping helpings of the food onto three more plates for the others, held him around the waist with one arm and kissed his jaw, murmuring, "Morning, love."
Scott rolled his eyes at the affectionate greeting, smiling as Matt kept his lips on his skin. Richard plopped himself into his chair and stared at the table, pointedly ignoring the two happy couples, muttering, "It's a good thing I love you kids . . ." The professor just smiled pityingly at him.
She turned to the brothers and said, "Are you two going to be alright, you know, separated? I know you've never been away from each other before . . ."
Both boys looked rather uncomfortable at this catch of their relationships, but Scott brushed it off by saying, "Don't worry, professor, we're only down the hall from each other. Besides, I don't think being lonely is gonna be a problem." He nodded at Matt then, who had sat in the chair beside him to eat.
Matt chuckled. He then added casually, "You do realise you're going to be on the bottom, right?"
Richard choked on his coffee as the other boy snapped his head around to glare at Matt. "What? No way! You're going on the bottom!"
"No, I'm not going on the bottom. You are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are, Scott."
"And there was me thinking them being together would stop the fights." Jamie sighed from his place between Pedro's legs. Pedro nodded sadly. "Yes, so did I. I wonder why they can't be like us." Jamie shrugged.
"I'm going on the top!"
"No, I am."
"Matt, I am topping and that's that!"
"I don't think so."
"Shove it!"
"I intend to."
". . . Okay, bad joke aside, I'm not going on the bottom!"
"Can't you two just, I don't know, wrestle it out in bed, or something?!" Richard wailed. The bickering boys looked at each other, then ran for the stairs, thundering up the steps and out of sight.
"That's not what I meant!"
A/N: Okay, I must plead to all of you: please write some Matt/Scott or Pedro/Jamie!!! I'm the only one on fanfiction who writes it, but I know for a fact that I am not the only shipper of these pairings, so will someone please write something?!! At first it was cool being able to say I was the only one, but now it's just sad – getting lonely out on the edge by myself, guys!
BTW, I know this is redundant, but yay! MadCatta said she couldn't find anything wrong with it and it looks okay to me; I'm getting better! :)
