I was thinking of uploading a chapter a day for this thing but as a reader I hate waiting for somthing to update so I plan on fiishing this today or tomorrow. Definatly done by friday. Gah. I have to keep to that now. Note to people. Write a few chapters before uploading because waiting two or three months is a bitch. I want a good ending but it's very silly. And not europeans my not get the last joke. There an Italian line. Antonio would use that sort of thing to butter 'Lovi~' up. :)
It was eleven at night when Matthew herd a stone knock against the window pane. All was not safe, Ivan was helping unblock his sink. It was odd. All Ivan seemed to do was smoke, drink and shag Alfred. But the Russian also knew his way around pipes which was a small blessing. It would be hard to get a plumber in without Matthew being 'in danger'. Meanwhile Gilbert had to hide in next door's rose bush which cut him up fairly bad. After 20 minutes the signal came so he began to climb. A young man was watching him the drive way. Gilbert froze the waved at the brunette. He must be the replacement.
"I live up there." lied Gilbert. If this guy was the hired help then he would not know what was up there. "Don't tell them I was out. Last person who saw me got kicked out sharpish." This appeared to do the trick as the Lithuanian nodded quickly before running into the house.
Matthew was a little concerned at this so they hid in the bathroom talking for a bit with the tap on. It was cramped for the two of them but neither minded it. After they got sick of the smell bleach they moved onto the bedroom.
"I brought you some
"I don't care."
"Pish! So inconsiderate." He grinned as he pulled his friend over to the bed. They lay there and chatted for an hour or so. About drains, the news and music. Matthew was the first to get bored of the small talk. Being alone for most of the day can make you crave conversation but right now he was craving something else entirely.
Gilbert felt a hand on the hem of his shirt. He then felt it creep beneath and up his chest. He then felt that another hand join it.
"Hey." he whispered "Repressed much?"
"Shut up." This wall all very new to the younger of the pair. His only experience of this sort of thing was from stuff on TV. That was nearly always straight so he was entirely clueless. Gilbert seemed to know what was going on as he pulled the boy closer into a hug.
Gilbert was, actually, very clueless. His only experience of affection was from watching his brother and friends with their various partners. What would Antonio do? 'Cara mia, ti voglio bene' is something he would say to Lovino when the other was angry but things were still just beginning between Mattie and himself. But… going in for Matt's language might just work. Show he cares and all that other stuff Francis went on about. Here goes nothing:
"How are you mon mimi?"
"Um, fine thanks. "
"Good~" he breathed into the blonde's hair, before giving him a quick kiss.
"You got any more of those?" Gilbert had an internal panic. Think what Francis says 'Va te faire foutr!' Go and get fucked? Not tonight!
"Mon mignon? Mon cœur? Mon poussin? Chick is quite appropriate for someone as cute you. Whatever you want me to call you, mon sucre d'orge"
"Your barley sugar! You must be going loopy."
"Yeah, maybe"