"Gilbert…"
Matthew didn't even know what to say. With Francis it had been easy; the man was the world's most flirtatious being alive. It was simple to chalk it up as normal Francis and push him away.
There was something there though; something in Gilbert's eyes that just screamed for him to cuddle the Prussian closer and let him have his way.
Such a tempting offer, it was.
Gilbert hovered just above him, a mere hair's length away. He was frozen there, held back by the chivalry that came with him being a Teutonic knight. Perhaps, though, it was just the side of Gilbert that select few were privy to.
"Mat-"
"Go ahead." The words were out of his mouth before he could comprehend their meaning.
The Prussian came in for a landing against him, eliciting a response from him. He was certainly good at what he was doing. His mouth invaded his and Matthew found himself wrapped tightly around the man, his arms a vice holding Gilbert close. He kissed the man back vigorously. Two could tease and Gilbert was certainly teasing. His hand was down at his nether regions, causing havoc there.
"Kesesese~ Think you can make me cum, don't ya?"
Matthew stared up at the crimson eyes blazing down at him in the evening light and swallowed a moan. Good Lord, but did they look like flames in the moonlight. It was surreal and sultry and…
Geez, was he that attracted to Gilbert?
"Hey~ Mattie~ You getting distracted by my awesomeness or something?" Gilbert pinned his hands above his head without him realizing it and nibbled at his neck, "I can understand why you would, but seriously, now is the time for focus. You can reminisce on how awesome I am when you're writing or something."
"I was just thinking if this is all the energy you have, I might have to go back to sleep." Matthew felt quite proud of his statement. He was NOT focusing on how awesome Gilbert was. He was just…
Anyway, his statement was still completely understandable and reasonable.
Gilbert narrowed his eyes and they seemed to almost flicker with emotion. He leaned in close. The distance between them closing and the room seeming to burst into flames… oh wait, that was just his eyes again. Damn, he really was distracted by them.
"You know… in my culture, insulting a man's endurance is punishable."
Holy crap, that was some really warm breath against his neck.
Matthew gulped back another moan as Gilbert started to tease his dick again, "I think there might be a law here in Canada that says too much teasing is illegal."
"Huh… really?" He leaned back playfully and started to pump the Canadian personal part with a gusto. "I think you might be lying."
"N-n-no, I really do think s-so…" If there was not a law that said that he was suing the government. This had to be illegal. Nothing should feel quite like this.
Still the Prussian teased, his hand running random side trips down his legs… Oh wait, he was taking off his pants… His shirt was gone too now that he was noticing.
"Gil-"
"I'm tired of talking." Gilbert shoved him down against the bed and invaded harder, his tongue waging war and winning without much resistance. His hands continued their teasing and suddenly Matthew found himself arching up into the air as a finger found its way into him. There weren't words for this kind of feeling.
It was as if all thought was being destroyed before it could even be created.
"See? This is much better," he purred against his neck before biting into it. Matthew felt his fingers uselessly try to dig into Gilbert's back. He was incredibly good! Another finger went in and Matthew was seeing stars. The room became splayed with streaks of ecstasy and he reveled in the feelings that were being spawned.
Then emptiness came. Gilbert's hand slid out of him and Matthew made sounds of displeasure without thought.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet."
Something else…
THAT.
It came and found its way into him before Matthew could utter words of haste. He arched again and Gilbert wrapped his arms closer. All playfulness gone as he focused in on what he was doing, he was suddenly pounding against him. His brow glistened with the extent of what he was doing. There was certainly being no spared expense in this.
Matthew let go of him and grabbed the bed sheets in an attempt to quell this spiraling whirl of emotions. He could hold this back. If he really…
Really…
Really…
He felt himself scream out into the echoing bedroom. The sound reverberating around them and making Gilbert do nothing but speed up. It was too much. He couldn't take it. "GILBERT~"
He came onto their chests and fell back against the bed in defeat. There was nothing in his life that could have prepared him for that. Gilbert was beyond a good lay. He was…
Matthew looked up at him and met the gaze of someone who was…
He didn't know. There was no trace of any raw emotions. The Prussian pulled out of him and leaned in close.
"Go to sleep, Matthew."
Content, Matthew weakly rolled over and drifted quickly off to sleep.
~Gilbert's POV~
No…
He looked over at Matthew and blinked several times. So many things were still so out of position. There was nothing he could do to suppress all the emotions fighting him. He looked over at his jacket hanging on the bedroom desk chair and shook his head, he was not going to…
He was not desperate. Roderich had left him.
Matthew was his now.
The aristocrat could live and die with that French bastard for all he cared.
Don't lie to yourself, Gilbert, his jacket pocket with the Frenchman's number whispered out to him, it was because you loved Matthew that caused you to have intercourse with him. It's not Matthew's face that you saw when you looked down at him a minute ago as he gazed back at you.
It doesn't matter though. Roderich didn't want him. He had made that clear when he had called earlier to hear that Frenchman talking to him with lust in his voice… let alone what he had actually said.
He had hung up before the receptionist could actually get his name.
Gilbert looked over at Matthew and sighed quietly. What to do… Damn, if only Ludwig was around. He was usually good with military advice. War strategies, fighting tactics; no matter what they stood side by side against the world. It was the way they had grown.
What was Ludwig doing now, he wondered. They had never been apart for more than a couple days, perhaps a week.
He was homesick, as ludicrous as that sounded. Everything here was fascinating, exciting; they all brought so much more entertainment and surprise to him… That being said, no one he knew was here. Not even his brother was here.
Roderich is here though, he's just a phone call away. All you would have to do is get up and call him back.
Back to what, he wondered though. He had nothing to give here. Nothing to offer a musician who was, from the television commercials and his dabbling with the "computer" that Matthew had introduced him to, doing well on his own.
He would learn to love Matthew. It was as simple as that. That or he would live alone.
A/N: What the heck? I just realized how angsty this is. Wtf? Gilbert? Oh well. Sorry PruCan fans, then again, holy crap. Gilbert has a lot of explaining to do.
I might jump to another character's point of view (POV) now and then, but I'll stick to Matthew's most the time for this. I just really want to get all the details and the characters across for this.