Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Love Before Complications that finally gets back to the main pairing! PruCan! YYEAHH!
And to kick it off it's kind of a hot one lol
Not really a 'plot' chapter (wait, this story has a plot?) but it's an idea I've been kicking around for a while now, and it made me laugh, so I hope it makes you laugh too!
Please read and review!
Gilbert leaned forward and gently sucked and nibbled at the Canadian's nipple, earning small groans of pressure from the colder nation.
Okay...
The silver haired man pulled himself away from the now swollen nipple and brought their lips together in a sweet kiss. He licked against Matthew's teeth silently asking for entrance and the blond eagerly complied. While they explored each others mouths Gilbert brought his hand down and gently traced it down Matthew's surprisingly toned stomach, trying to memorize every dip and curve of his boyfriends body. Placing his hand flat on the others stomach he began to slowly slide it south.
Here goes...
He wiggled under the Matthew's boxers and grabbed onto his harden member.
Too far. Toofartoofartoofar
"M-Maple!" Matthew yelled before he pushed the Prussian off him. Gilbert growled before he willingly flopped himself down on his side of the bed.
"Dammit Matt!" He cursed glaring at his lover, if they could even call them that. Considering they hadn't even made love yet."Don't lead me on if you're not ready for my awesomeness!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Matthew apologized his face beet red as he covered his half naked form with the blankets. "I-I'm trying but I just...I can't..."
Although Gilbert was still annoyed he couldn't help but release a small sigh. "You know what, it's fine. We can wait." Both his libido and reputation as part of the bad touch trio disagreed but for now he ignored it. Matthew turned to him and gave him a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry Gil...tomorrow for sure." This wasn't the first time that the Canadian had said those same words, and honestly Gilbert didn't believe him. Either way he still allowed Matthew to to plant a maple favoured kiss on his lips. Matthew gave him one last smile before he turned over to go to sleep.
"Hey, sleeping beauty, don't think you can get off the hook so easy."
Matthew looked back over at Gilbert to see him gesturing down to his still erupt organ. "My five meters does not approve of this unawesomeness."
Matthew rolled his eyes before he turned his body to face him and went under the covers. "Fine, I'll take care of it."
"And you better drink it all this time!"
"I'll think about it."
/ / / \ \ \
"So let me get this straight. You called me over here to talk about your sex life?"
Canada's cheeks turned red as he slowly nodded. Netherlands just blinked at him for a while before he laughed and reclined deeper into the Canadian's couch.
"Wow, if you mustered the courage to ask for some help in the sack than this has to be a big problem. What's wrong, can't get it up? Cause I got some pills that can—"
"N-no!" Canada quickly interrupted, his cheeks reddening by the second. "I-I don't have trouble with...with that, I just...when it comes time to...you know... I can't..."
At this Netherlands couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, much to the Canadian's even further embarrassment. "Oh god! Don't tell me Prussia bottoms! My god!"
"I-I, n-no he doesn't..." Though the other man was no longer listening, he was too caught up in his own laughing to really notice anything else. Matthew's gaze lowered to his lap and he clutched onto his jeans in a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Will you stop laughing and listen?" Matthew found himself yelling(or what he called yelling). Did he really date this guy? At this point he couldn't remember what his younger self had seen in the selfish man.
Netherlands, now seeing that the other was a bit annoyed, forced himself to calm down. "Okay, okay, sorry." He coughed into his fist and focused his attention to the blond, trying to calm down his smile but failing.
Canada sighed. He was really rethinking his previous decision of going to his friend with his problems, but it was too late to turn back now. "O-Okay well...everything is fine until it...y'know...goes past the kissing." He said, looking down at his hands as he went on. "Then I just...freeze up and can't go on..." He glanced up at the other male. "So I want to know, um, was I like that when...when we were together?"
"No," Came Netherlands immediate answer. "You were always willing, hell you were the one who usually started it up in the first place!" He laughed as Canada's blush grew deeper (if that was even possible, he felt like he was going to burn off his face at this point).
"R-Really?" Canada found himself asking. "I-I don't remember any of that..." At this Netherlands face grew unexpectedly serious and Canada couldn't help but blink stupidly at him. "Is something wrong?"
There was silence for a short while as Netherlands stared at the other, the gears in his head slowly moving. "Matt," He finally said. "Do you remember the first time we had sex?"
Again Canada blinked stupidly at the other. The first time...? What a weird question. He may be forgotten a lot and and sometimes just can't remember the exact name of his polar bear but if there was one thing that the Canadian prided himself in, it was his memory. Especially with relationships. Why, he could still remember the date of he and Netherlands anniversary, even though they have been broken up for years! "Of course I remember!" Canada said with a small laugh. "It was at..."
…
...Wait, what?
Why couldn't he remember?
"Do you even remember any of the times we did it?" He further questioned and Canada perked up.
"Yes! There was this one time at the...um..." Why couldn't he remember any of them? But... thinking about all his previous relationships, he could not recall a single time when he actually had sex. He knew he did have it, he did very clearly remember waking up next to the other person completely naked, but not actually doing the act.
"I-I, Lars what's wrong with me?" Canada asked his friend in slight panic. "I know we had sex before but I-I can't remember any of it! Lars I—"
He was interrupted by a loud bark of a laugh and for the next few moments the only thing he could do was stare dumbly at the spiky haired male as he laughed at the unvoiced joke.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, but I think I know your problem," Netherlands finally said after his laughter calmed down, wiping tears of joy from his eyes. "If I'm right, the reason you're so hesitant to do the deed is because you're still a virgin!"
"What? No I'm not! You've said so yourself that we—"
"There's a common thread going though all the times we got together," Netherlands explained, his goofy smile still on his face. "Every time you were either, A, drunk as hell or B, high as a kite." He looked at the Canadian expectantly. "You know what I'm saying?"
It took a while for it to process in his mind, but when it did Canada's eyes widened to saucer status and his mouth opened in silent terror. "Maple!" He exclaimed, slapping his hands to his cheeks. "Y-You're not saying what I think you are!"
"What I'm saying is that you, Matthew Williams of Canada," He paused to snicker. God this was just too rich! "Have never, in your life, had sex—"
"Sober."
Canada sighed before he smacked his forehead onto the table in front of him. It had been a few hours since he had that rather embarrassing conversation with his ex and he had still yet to come with a situation to his problem. He sighed again before he lolled his head to the side so that he could look at the entrance to the kitchen. In just a few hours, Prussia would come in through that door. Oh why did he decide that today was a good day for them to have a movie marathon? He didn't even think he could look him in the face with this new information in his head! He sighed for a third time. Well great, what the hell was he going to do now? Cancel?
He was snapped out his thoughts when he felt soft fur nudge his hand.
"Food?" Kumajirou inquired tilting his head. Canada rose to get the substance for his companion.
"Oh, Kumaguiro," He said, opening the fridge and and pulling out a container of the polar bears food. "I don't know what I should do. This is just so...so embarrassing! I can't believe the only time I can have intercourse is when I'm out of my mind!"
He set the food on a plate and lowered it down to the floor for the bear to partake in. Which the white haired animal promptly did as his owner continued. "I know I won't be able to tell Gilbert without him laughing at me, but I can't just never tell him. I don't think I can get over this on my own. Maybe I should call Francis..." He shook the idea out of his head nearly as soon as it entered. He leaned on his counter and looked down at Kumajirou.
"I guess I just have to suck it up and tell him don't I?"
Kumajirou, who was too busy eating to hear the others question, looked up at him and blinked. "...Yes?"
That seemed to be the right answer, for Canada swooped down and patted him on the head. "Yeah...I'll do it, I'll tell him." He then straightened up and nodded to himself. "Right, I'll do it."
…
He pushed himself of the counter and wondered over to the other side of the room. "I just need one drink...just one to calm my nerves."
Kumajirou could only watch with worry as the nation then proceeded to pull out more than one bottle of alcohol.
/ / / \ \ \
Prussia walked up the Canadian's door steps with a large smile on his face. Tonight was going to be the night, he could feel it. He had set it up perfectly. They would watch whatever lame, most likely independent Canadian film that Canada would pick but then it would be the his turn to put on a movie. And what was his movie? Only the most kinky porno fick from his dear brothers collection. And damn this one was a dozy. Seriously, it could probably make a nun jump on his dick with how hot it was. Prussia's smile grew as he reached the door and made his way inside, not even bothering to knock. Hell, with the amount of time he spent over here it was practically his house too, plus he was far to awesome to knock.
"Mattie! Awesomeness has arrived!" He stood smirking at the door way, waiting for the Canadian to either come to greet him, or call for him to came further inside. But to his disappointment, the only thing that greeted him was silent. Prussia frowned. "Huh."
Whatever, Matt probably just freaked over something stupid like they didn't have enough popcorn and ran to the store to get some. The thought brought back the Prussians smile and he went further inside the house. Might as well make himself comfortable while he's waiting. He decided to wonder into the kitchen first. Nothing made waiting better then a cold beer in hand!
Though it looked like he didn't have to wait at all, for as soon as he walked into the room he found his host. There he was, forehead pressed against the kitchen table, multiple empty bottles of what looked like tequila surrounding him, as well as a vodka bottle that was still clutched in his hand. Prussia couldn't help but stare in awe at the steer amount of empty bottles littering the floor. Sure, as nations they had a much higher tolerance for liquor than humans, but even so...whoa.
He made his way over to the other, kicking bottles out of his path as he went. "Shit, Matt, looks like you started the party without me."
At his words Canada bolted upwards, startling the Prussian. With the amount he downed he was positive that the blond had passed out! Canada brought a hand up to try push his glasses up his nose, but only succeed in making them even more lopsided before he gave up. He turned his drunken gaze towards Prussia and blinked. After the image become two rather then five and he was able to make out his boyfriend he smiled. "Gily!" Ya'... ya' her'!"
He pushed himself out of his chair and began to stumble his way towards the silver haired man. Prussia, slightly fearful for his friends safety, walked forward and caught the other mid trip.
"Holy shit, Matt," Prussia breathed, looked down at the giggling Canadian in surprise. He had never seen him this drunk before, at least not while he was still sober. "What the shit happened?"
"Nufing herpened, silly!" Matthew slurred, somehow managing to wrap his arms around the others neck without hurting one of them. "I'ma, I'ma ju't so hapy tha' ya' her'!"
He than pushed more of his weight onto the ex nation, forcing him to wrap his arms around the blond's waist to keep him upright.
"I'm so horny wifout you, Gily." He leaned forward and Prussia reeled back from the over whelming stench of alcohol that wafted from his mouth. Matthew pouted. "Oh, Gily don't be meeeaann." He leaned forward again, managing to sloppily push their lips together.
Gilbert had half a mind to pull away from the blond, thinking that Matthew would be rather cross with him when he sobered up, but even completely sloshed the Canadian was good with his mouth. And so he deepened the kiss, earning a moan of pleasure from the other. Matthew, now much more bold in his drunken state, began to rub his pelvis against Gilbert's, aching for a deeper touch. Gilbert felt his mind begin to haze was he grew more and more turned on by the more aggressive Canadian.
Gilbert pulled their lips apart and instead went for attacking his neck. Matthew groaned quite loudly before entangling his fingers in his hair and pushing him towards the more sensitive part of his skin. Or trying to keep himself upright, at this point it was hard to tell. As he licked and nibbled Matthew slumped forward and said, rather huskily despite the fact that he was smashed, "Do me, Gil, do me right. Now."
And Gilbert couldn't believe what he was about to do.
He grabbed a firm hold of the Canadian and lifted him over his shoulder, gaining more drunken giggles from the other. Ignoring the look that the polar bear gave him as he left the room, he bolted up the stairs and entered the room he knew belonged to the Canadian. There he wondered over to the bed and threw Matthew on top of it, in the process falling on top of him.
Matthew giggled before he raised his arms above his head and closed his eyes, waiting for his boyfriends touch. "Ya' h've no idea how llllooonnngg I've be'n waitin' for ddiiisss," Matthew slurred with another giggle.
...
"...Gil?" He opened his eyes to find the Prussian gone. Confused, he looked around the room. "Gily? Gilllllyyyyy. Where did ya' go?" Great, here he was, drunk, vulnerable and horny as fuck, and his boyfriend just disappears? Matthew pouted before he trashed about his bed angrily. "Giiiillllyyy! Come back an' FUCK ME!"
Meanwhile said Prussian stood just outside the door, banging his head against the wall. What the hell was he doing? He never turns down drunk sex. Ever. Hell, if his own little brother came up to him drunk and horny he would do him. So why the hell couldn't he now?
And this wasn't some disgusting fat chick either. This was Matthew Williams! This was fucking Canada! This is the kid that he's been after for months, maybe even years. And now that same kid is just a room away begging for his five meters and he's running away? What's wrong with him?
He sighed when the yelling inside suddenly stopped, a sign that Matthew had passed out. Well dammit, he had his window, but now it's gone.
...Unless...
He shook those thoughts from his head before he turned on his heel and headed back downstairs. Looks like tonight it would just be him, his hand, and some German porn. Which greatly paled in comparison to sexing up Matthew but there was nothing he could do about that now.
/ / / \ \ \
"Who?"
That question felt like a anvil had crashed down on top of Matthew's head when he awoke the next morning. He groaned in pain before grabbing his pillow and placing it on top of his head. Holy shit, he couldn't even remember the last time he's gotten a hangover this bad. What the hell happened last night? All he could remember was telling himself that he would tell Gilbert about his problem, then taking a few shots to calm his nerves, then...
Oh.
Throwing the covers off him, Matthew breathed a breath of relief when he found all his clothes still on. "Oh maple, Kumajacko," The blond whispered to his animal companion. "I thought I did something I would really regret..."
Matthew was surprised to find himself slightly disappointed. He was fully clothed meaning he and Gilbert didn't do anything. Which means that he killed brain cells for nothing.
He winced and clutched onto his head when the door suddenly slammed open, revealing the red eyed Prussian he was just thinking of, holding a glass with some kind of of fizzing liquid inside.
"G-Gil.." Matthew whispered weakly as the other made his way over. "C-Can you keep it down, I—"
Again he winced when Gilbert slammed the drink down on the table right near his head. "WHAT?" He yelled, causing the Canadian even more pain. "YOU HAVE TO SPEAK UP I CAN'T HEAR YOU."
At this point Matthew had curled himself into a tiny ball and was cradling his pounding head in between his knees. What the hell was Prussia doing? He should know better than anyone what it felt like to wake up to a horrible hangover. Why the hell was he doing this to him?
Wait, shit. He was probably mad at him. Oh no, what stupid thing could he had done last night? "G-Gil, I'm so sorry. Just please, please..."
The Canadian felt his bed dip and he was certain the albino had taken a seat next to him on the bed. There was a short silence before he felt a cold something tap against his forehead.
"Drink this," Gilbert said in a much softer tone and Matthew looked up to see him holding the glass he had entered the room with. Matthew immediately did as he was told, and almost instantly felt the effects. His head still felt like little demons were tap dancing inside it, but at least now it was slightly more manageable.
"T-Thank you." He thanked, placing the cup back on the table beside him. An awkward silence then settled upon the two. Or at least to Gilbert it was silent. To Matthew it seemed like he could hear every bird passing, every ant crawling and every 'who' that came out of his animals mouth in HD. Dammit, what was that quick hangover remedy that someone told him about? A tablespoon of mustard? Sure it sounded gross but right now he would try anything.
"...What the fuck was that last night?" Gilbert finally asked, looking at his boyfriend with a hardened expression. "Did you forgot you were suppose to spend the night with me?"
"N-No, I didn't forget," Matthew responded, rubbing his temples. "C-Can we talk about this lat—"
"So you wanted to be smashed for the night," Gilbert clarified, standing from the bed. "If I knew my awesomeness was just gonna be wasted on you then I would have spent the night listening to Ludwig bang his boy toy." He then made to leave but was stopped by a pale hand reaching forward and grabbing onto his pants.
"Wait," Matthew said, whatever was in his drink beginning to slowly numb the pain of his headache. "I...I wanted to spend the night with you, I really did. I had way more then I meant to, I-I was just trying to calm my nerves."
Gilbert crossed his arms. "'My awesomeness makes you nervous?' As awesome as I am, I don't buy it." Truthfully, he wasn't really sure why he was mad at the Canadian (other then maybe the blue balls he was suffering). He had done much more stupid things in his past relationships than this. Even so, there was just something stopping him from crawling into the bed as well and cuddling with his boyfriend until he got better enough to make him pancakes (though he thought it in a much less pansyer, more awesome way).
Matthew looked away at those words though he didn't let go of his pants. "I wasn't nervous because of you! Okay so maybe I was but..." he paused to heave a great sigh, his body deflating as he exhaled. "I know why I can't have sex with you."
Well now Gilbert was interested. He turned his gaze onto the other, though because Mathew was looking away, he didn't notice.
"I...I'm still a virgin."
Silence.
"...Bullshit."
Matthew felt Gilbert walk out of his grip and he looked up to see the Prussian heading for the door. "W-Wait! Gil! I need to finish!"
"Bull. Shit." Gilbert repeated. He was nearly at the door now, no! Matthew couldn't let him leave, not like this! He had to say something! And say it now!
"I've never had sex sober!" Matthew finally just blurted out, and Prussia stopped in his tracks. There was a two second pause before Gilbert looked back with an eyebrow raised and said, very intelligently.
"Wha?"
"Sex, I...have never had it sober," Matthew repeated, his face red. "I'm pretty much a virgin..."
Prussia just stared at him for the longest time. He opened his mouth to talk but would then close it. This continued for about a minute or two before a word finally escaped him.
"Seriously?"
"I used to date the Netherlands. Is it really that hard to believe?"
There was another moment of silence before Gilbert did exactly what Matthew thought he would do. He laughed. Hard.
And Matthew let him. Okay so he blushed so hard that he was sure he could cook breakfast on his face but still. "Th...That's what I wanted to tell you." Matthew said before he ducked under the covers, hoping that they would open up and shallow him right then and there.
It took a while for the albino's laughter to die down and shortly after Matthew felt a weight on top of him. Prussia was hugging him though the blankets.
"I believe you," He said with laughter still in his voice. "You wouldn't joke about something like this."
"Thank you," Matthew thanked with a small sigh of relief. "So what should we do?"
"You don't do anything," Gilbert began. It had been a while since he had seduced a virgin. Ah, the good old days. "You just sit back and let my awesome do everything. I'll even light candles and set the mood and shit."
Matthew laughed before he decided to emerge from the covers so that he could pull his boyfriend into a proper hug. "Thanks so much, Gil. You really don't know how much this means to me."
"For my five meters too," Gilbert joked as he returned the hug. Then, as an after thought he added, "You know I would do anything for you."
Matthew smiled before he rested his head on Gilbert's chest. "I know."
MMM sorry about ending it's not the greatest but it was the best I could think of without it turning into porn.
SPEAKING OF PORN(wut) I wasn't sure if I should write the awkward first sex scene between Canada and Prussia or not because I wasn't sure if I wanted to turn this story into that kind of story but well, what do you guys think? Should I go for it?
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