Grocery shopping is always horribly uneventful. It's fairly boring to drive out to the nearest town and spend over an hour buying a weeks or more worth of food. At least now, Matt had company to come with him, occasionally.
This trip to the store was just as tedious as all the others, and the sense of 'glad to be done with that' while walking back to the truck was apparent.
But then Akbar stopped suddenly, causing Matt to almost crash into him.
"Hey, dumb ass, what are you doing?" Matt huffed, raising an eyebrow at the abrupt stop.
Akbar didn't respond, instead just staring off to his right. Following the Prussian's line of vision, all Matt saw was an ivy covered gate leading to an empty playground.
Matt looked from Akbar to the playground, trying to figure out why the silverette was staring so intently at it.
"Don't tell me. . . You want to go to the park?" Matt scoffed, giving a 'Seriously?' look at Akbar.
Akbar nodded, stepping out into the street and approaching the abandoned park. Matt sighed in annoyance and then snorted. Following after Akbar, he shook his head at the strange tendencies of his lover.
Akbar headed straight for an old metal swing set. Setting down the grocery bags he had been carrying, he plopped down on the worn seat. Pushing off the ground, he lightly swung back and forth. Matt put down his own grocery bags as well, leaning against the structure of the playground equipment. He stood for a minute, simply watching Akbar gently swing. Slowly, he moved himself from his slouched position to stand behind where Akbar sat. When Akbar swung back, Matt gave a heavy push to send the silverette forward.
Akbar glanced back at Matt, tilting his head.
"What? I'm helping you swing higher," Matt shrugged, pushing him once more.
The Prussian blinked for a second; looking almost like he was examining the blond, he gave a tiny little smile when he seemed to figure whatever he was thinking out. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," The other shook his head a bit, fighting down a vivid red blush that quickly popped up to stain his cheeks. Why'd Akbar have to be so damn cute when he smiled!? It wasn't fucking fair!
Although the Canadian fumed a bit, he continued to push his boyfriend on the swing. As Akbar swung higher and higher, the old metal swingset creaked and groaned in protest against use, and the cold autumn winds blew stronger, Matt found himself getting lost in his thoughts. Although he wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking about, it was like he had forgotten what he was currently doing.
It was alright though – he received a wonderful wake up call.
His lover smashing into him with the full force of the swing's momentum on his side.
Matt slammed onto the hard ground, giving a sharp bark of surprise. He growled and rubbed his lower back, shooting a glare up at Akbar. The offending Prussian stopped swinging, his heels digging into the corroded earth beneath his swing. He twisted around at the waist to see and simply tilted his head at Matt, not offering help or even asking if he was okay.
"Thanks for the concern, jackass," Matt grumbled, heaving himself up and brushing the dirt off his jacket and backside. "No seriously, you're the real boyfriend of the year for all that worry. I'm practically drowning in it. You should seriously calm down."
"You're welcome, Matt," Akbar responded, nodding the slightest bit.
Matt scowled, leaning forward to get up in Akbar's face. "Cocksucker," He insulted, baring his teeth.
"And yet you're the one that always seems to be on his knees," The silverette returned calmly, retaining his unfazed demeanor as always.
Matt jolted upright in shock, dark crimson blush splattering instantaneously across his face. "Th- That was one time!" The blond spluttered.
Turning away in a huff and crossing his arms, Matt gave the evil eye to his boyfriend, a pout making its way onto his face. Akbar, in turn, just stared at him.
"It was more than once, Matt," He countered against the other's words, standing up from the swing.
Matt rolled his eyes, scoffing at him. "Whatever. Grab the groceries, we're going home," He growled, snatching up the heavy bags.
As Akbar gathered his share of the load and they returned to walking back to Matt's truck, the blond still refused to look at his lover.
That was, until, said lover captured his lips in a sweet kiss and stopped him in his tracks.
Matt inwardly cursed the silverette for being so skilled at making Matt adore him when he was trying to give him the cold shoulder. But he quite enthusiastically returned the kiss despite any frustrations he held against the show of affection. How could he ever truly and fully reject those soft, smooth, pale peach lips rubbing so perfectly against his own? How could he possibly turn away from the manner in which their lips fit so perfectly together, like they were made for the sole reason of being connected for anything from the tiniest pecks to the hottest make out sessions? How could he ever show disdain at the idea of their breath mingling together and their arms coiling around each other's figures?
He couldn't.
Simple as that.
As they drew apart, Akbar smiled. He made Matt's heart skip a beat with the soft and content look on his face, so abnormal for the usually monotone male.
"Thank you, Matt. Swinging so high felt like flying. It was wonderful," The Prussian told.
Oh hell's bells. Matt thought as he leaned in for another lip-lock. If he keeps this up, I'm so getting on back my knees tonight.
A/N: MATT THAT MOMENT WAS CUTE YOU RUINED IT YOU BUTT HEAD! . . . Anywho, this chapter is a "surprise" for my beta reader, OtherworldlyArtist, so it has not been beta read by anyone but me. I apologize for any mistakes. And the first few bits were written a loooooooong time ago so it probably feels awkward in the transitioning area. I revised the beginning as much as I felt necessary, but I'm a worry wart so I'm sorry if it's bad XD I feel like I'm forgetting to mention something . . . OH! I imagine this taking place quite awhile after the last chapter, when their relationship has escalated to the next level. By which I mean they finally got jiggy and busy. This is a long author's note. I don't know how to end it. Oh well. Matt likes the D and that's all that matters.
