A/N: Hi everybody! Thank you all for the amazing reviews. I know it's been awhile since I updated but I'll try to have a chapter out once a week at minimum. I appreciate your patience with me as I plod through my first fic. Oh and I don't think I made the time for this totally clear. I know I mentioned in Chapter 8 that Matt was involved in a pre-season skirmish, well Hockey season starts around October typically so I reckon it's about September right now in fic-land.
Also, frottage ahead! You have been warned.
Chapter 11: Sky High
Matthew put the final signature on the last document in his stack of paperwork to take into the office tomorrow.
He stood up and stretched his aching limbs. He hadn't moved from his desk in over 4 hours. He could periodically hear Alfred snoring or thrashing about in the living room as he enjoyed his post-breakfast nap.
'Lucky bastard.' Matthew thought. As much as he teased Alfred about being a slacker, his southern twin did manage to get his work done and always seemed to have time for leisure activities as well.
He made his way down the hall from his study to the living room and his heart did a happy little flip at the sight that greeted him.
Alfred had kicked the blanket off the sofa and was curled up on his side with his arms wrapped around Kumajiro and his face buried in the sleeping bear's hair.
Matthew supposed it was just one of those lazy Sundays. Alfred was usually an uncontrollable ball of energy but occasionally, often after a night of partying, he liked to sleep in until the afternoon.
As for Kumajiro, randomly falling asleep was to be expected of the lazy forgetful bear.
Matthew stooped and picked up the fallen blanket. He folded it and set it aside before having a seat on the sofa next to Alfred. Al was supposed to be leaving tonight but Matthew knew if he only asked his brother would stay and take an early flight out in the morning. He could do a lot of his work on his laptop anyway. Only the papers he had to sign needed to be done in person.
At the feeling of the couch shifting slightly under Matthew's weight Alfred blinked his eyes open and yawned.
"Feeling better?" Matthew asked with a small smile, placing his hand on Alfred's leg.
"Totally. You know I'm indestructible. What's a hangover to me?"
Matthew laughed softly. "So you just felt like sleeping in, eh?"
"Well," Alfred ruffled the sleeping Kumajiro's fur. "when you have a pillow like this I don't see why you don't more often. Tony is pretty bad ass, don't get me wrong, but he'd make a crap pillow."
"True," Matthew mused "but I bet he's an excellent alarm clock."
Alfred groaned. "You have no idea. Sometimes I can't tell if he's getting really creative with the English language or speaking in some crazy alien code."
"He does have quite the mouth on him."
"Yeah," Alfred stretched and sat up on the couch, dislodging Kumajiro who growled at having his sleep interrupted. "He's worse than Arthur when he gets drunk."
"So, about lunch, do you want me to cook or should we eat out?" Matthew asked.
"Come on," Alfred stood up and extended his hand to Matthew. "You've been working so let's go out. My treat."
Matthew blushed and stood up, taking Alfred's hand. "Thanks Al, that's very considerate of you."
Alfred just shrugged. "Think about where you want to go. I'll go clean up and get ready to leave."
Later, as the two had lunch at a quiet French café, Matthew broached the subject of Alfred moving his flight back to the morning.
"You know," Alfred said as he set down the bowl he had lifted to finish off the dregs of his French Onion Soup. "I'd never tell Francis this, but his cooking IS pretty good."
"I'm glad you liked it." Matthew smiled.
"Mmm." Alfred replied noncommittally reaching a hand across the table to steal some French fries from Matthew's unfinished Poulet Frites.
"Hey Al," Matthew felt a little self-conscious asking this but reminded himself of his earlier resolve. If he was going to be in a relationship with Alfred they were going to need to communicate better, he was going to have to be a little more assertive. It was silly to be worrying about this, especially when it was something he thought Alfred would be receptive to. But then again there was always the slim chance of being rejected because Alfred was too busy with work, which of course Matthew would understand, but it would still be awkward...
"Dude!" Alfred waved a hand in front of his face. "Mattie!"
"Huh?" Matthew snapped out of his anxious inner monologue. "What?"
Alfred laughed loudly. "You totally zoned out on me. You were all "Hey Al" and then nothing for like 3 minutes."
"Oh." Matthew shifted in his seat. "Well I was just going to ask what time you have to be at the office tomorrow."
"I usually go in at nine. Why?" Alfred half hoped Matthew would propose they ditch together and go hang gliding instead or something cool like that. Of course, if he did, he'd have to turn him down, which would be totally weak, but his boss had been kind of peeved at the amount of time he'd been spending up north lately. He kept insisting that Operation Seduce Canada was not in the national interest to which Alfred had replied that he was the nation and it was most definitely in his interest.
The President had conceded at that point but insisted that Alfred stop giving him daily briefings on his progress. Which Alfred was pretty bummed out about actually since he was now making such excellent progress.
"I was wondering if you'd like to stay and extra night and just take a flight out early in the morning. I understand if you have work you need to finish tonight though."
Wait, did Matthew just ask him to stay an extra night? Oh hell yes, progress! And he hadn't even told him about Project Titanium Beaver yet. Which reminded him he needed to call the military science guys and see how that was coming along.
"Of course I will! I'm done with most of my work anyway. I just need to sign a few things and e-mail a presentation."
"Great." Matthew smiled and reached a hand over to rub Alfred's forearm, sending shivers down his spine. "We can watch a movie and order in."
"Awesome! I heard they have Sexy Tourists Dying in Horrible Ways : The Sequel on Netflix now."
"Wow." Matthew mumbled. "That sounds...awful."
Alfred snorted and kicked Matthew's shin lightly under the table. "Don't tell me you want to watch Slap Shot again for like, the hundred billionth time."
Matthew blushed. "Ah, no! But a comedy would be nice."
Alfred shrugged. "Okay I can roll with that. I wouldn't even mind watching Slap Shot again. Paul Newman is an American hero."
Matthew glanced down and noticed, with a sigh, that all the French fries had disappeared from his plate during their conversation.
He looked up to see Alfred popping the last fry in his mouth.
"I need to work off some energy." Alfred stated, and he was in fact fidgeting in his seat. "I slept too much today. Let's cross the river and go to Gatineau Park."
"Oh? You want to look at the foliage?" Matthew asked as he stood up and pulled on his coat.
"What? Leaves? Oh sure, and rock climbing and hiking. and mountain biking and..."
Matthew was starting to worry he'd be exhausted by the time he got in to work tomorrow as he listened to Alfred ramble.
"So, you game?" Alfred asked tugging on the ends of Matthew's scarf.
"Huh? Yeah I guess." Matthew replied not entirely sure what he'd just agreed to.
Matthew enjoyed the afternoon of biking along the trails of Gatineau Park with Alfred. Sure, Al liked to do things at a faster pace than Matthew but they were engaged in activities they both loved.
Just as he was settling down and thinking it was time to enjoy a leisurely stroll under the trees before making their way home for dinner and a movie Alfred popped an unexpected question.
"So, you ready for paragliding Bro?"
"Ready for what?" Matthew asked pushing the hair out of his face.
"Paragliding!" Alfred grinned.
"W-when did I agree to this?" Matthew fumbled with a sinking feeling that he knew exactly when he'd agreed. He supposed this is what comes of tuning out Alfred's rambles.
"Come on Mattie, we can't let it get too late."
"You don't even have any gear!" Matthew pointed out.
"Duh. I called a service. They'll meet us up on the cliff." Alfred tapped his foot impatiently.
"When did you have time to do that?" Matthew felt himself panicking slightly. He was alright with some extreme sports but some how jumping off a cliff harnessed to Alfred didn't seem like the brightest idea.
"When you went to the bathroom before we left that French place."
"Um..."
He looked at Alfred's blinding smile and unwavering blue eyes and the next thing he knew they were standing on the top of a cliff with their back to the wind. Each wearing his own separate harness and then strapped together, Matthew pulled close against Alfred's chest as he watched his brother inflate the giant wing in front of them.
Matthew's heart beat rapidly as he watched the wing fill with air. How could he have let Alfred talk him into this? Surely they would soon be crashing to their deaths. The two largest countries in North America, the second and third largest in the world, wiped off the face of the earth in one fatal crash at the end of a pseudo-romantic 100% suicidal dive.
Suddenly the wing was in the air and Alfred was leaning over to whisper against the wind and into his ear.
"Ready Mattie?"
Then they turned into the wind, Alfred guiding Matthew before him, they were running, Matthew squeezed his eyes closed and in a few swift movements their feet had left the ground.
"Maple!" Matthew squeaked as he felt himself being pulled into the air. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of the park spread out before him, the beginning of fall colors blossoming across the landscape. He looked up to see Alfred's hands on the toggles dangling from the paraglider.
"Isn't the sunset great from up here?" Al called down to him, the wind threatening to carry away his words.
"Yeah. It is." Matthew nodded. His heart was still beating rapidly but he was starting to thrive on the thrill of it all, the feeling of being so high above the ground, strapped against Alfred, over looking his capital region.
Alfred pulled the toggles to dip them to the right and to the left, they dipped and spiraled through the air. Matthew gradually relaxed and enjoyed the ride, even laughing out loud when they were propelled by a sudden heavy gust of wind.
It almost seemed too soon that the flight was over. Alfred pulled down hard to slow their descent and glide them in to a gentle landing.
They stumbled slightly and got their bearings as the wing collapsed behind them. Alfred wrapped his arms tightly around Matthew's waist.
"See? Taking a leap of faith isn't so hard, is it?" He kissed Matthew's neck as the blond Canadian removed his helmet.
"Oh Al, you're so corny sometimes." Matthew smiled and turned around in his arms and caught Alfred's lips in a kiss. The 'I love it.' remained unspoken.
They returned their equipment and began the trip home debating over whether it was best to order Chinese or pizza. Eventually, pizza won out as Alfred insisted that Yao was stalking him through Chinese delivery services in an attempt to recoup some of the money he had lent him. Matthew thought that sounded a bit paranoid but indulged his brother never the less.
Once they were back at Matthew's apartment, Alfred was reluctant to let go of his hand to let him order the pizza. With a little coaxing, Matthew managed to make his way to the kitchen phone as Alfred went to change into his pajamas. It was still early in the evening but Alfred insisted that the only way to fully appreciate pizza and a movie was in one's pajamas.
After ordering, Matthew walked to his bedroom to change out of his own clothes that had grown uncomfortable and sweat drenched over the hours of physical activity.
He stopped in the door way. Alfred was still in the middle of changing. His pajama pants were already on but he was just pulling his sweatshirt off over his head.
Matthew blushed furiously and felt like a bit of a creeper for staring. He told himself he was being ridiculous, that he'd seen Alfred shirtless dozens, no, hundreds of times, but he knew things had changed.
Now, when he looked at Alfred's bare chest instead of the usual thoughts that filled his head
'How does he eat so many burgers and not get fat? I know countries can get fat, I've seen Cuba in swim trunks!' His mind was suddenly clouded with the desire to reach a hand out to map the chest, the shoulders, and the arms of the figure that was so very like his own and yet so enticingly different.
Alfred's skin was golden with a typical California tan, Matthew's was porcelain. They were both muscular but Alfred's build was heavier, his arms more developed from his love of lifting weights.
Matthew's form was leaner and he was just the faintest hint taller, reflecting their difference in land mass. Though, Matthew thought with a small smile, Alfred would never acknowledge he was taller, even be it by an inch.
'Ah damn!'
Alfred had finished pulling on a fresh T-shirt and noticed him staring. He turned to Matthew with that cocky grin that his northern twin both hated and loved.
"Like what you see, baby?" Alfred winked and rubbed his hands across his chest for comedic effect.
Matthew snorted. "And what if I do? What're you gonna do about it?"
Instantaneously, Alfred had pulled him into his arms. "I'll give you the grand tour if you want. No need to just look."
Matthew pulled back long enough to strip off his sweater. Alfred sighed in pleasure and placed his hands on Matthew's waist. He loved the look of his pale, pristine skin.
"Mattie, you're beautiful."
Alfred latched himself to Matthew's neck , determined to see just how a bruise would blossom on Matthew's skin.
Matthew thrust his hips forward to meet Alfred's own. He groaned as he sucked, nibbled and bit on the sensitive flesh of his neck.
It felt so right and so natural the way they molded into each other perfectly, neither had ever experienced such a thing with another partner and it felt like electricity sparking between them.
How had they gone so long without giving in to this?
Matthew buried long slender fingers in Alfred's golden hair and pulled him back causing him to bite back in resistance and put the finishing touch to the dark red and purple bruise he'd painted there.
Matthew attacked Alfred's mouth with a ferocity that temporarily stunned his southern twin. Soon enough Alfred was responding in kind, his hands tracing every inch of Matthew's skin they could reach just as Matthew did the same to him.
Alfred hooked his fingers in Matthew's belt loops and pulled him close as he possibly could. He ground against him, already half-hard and loved the feeling of Matthew responding equally.
He felt Matthew's fingers tracing his biceps appreciatively, he felt strong, pale hands grip his upper arms and guide him backwards onto the bed without ever breaking their kiss.
Alfred put up no resistance as Matthew climbed on top of him and quickly disposed of his T-shirt.
He gasped as Matthew placed feather soft kisses all down his chest. Those slender fingers now outlining the curve of his waist.
"Matthew." he moaned.
And then the doorbell rang and that moan quickly turned into a growl.
"Matthew..." Alfred panted in frustration. "THIS is why you need to let me bring my guns across the border."
Matthew swore. "They said 30 minutes. Dammit, it's barely been 15!"
Alfred had never been annoyed by speedy delivery service before but there really was a first time for everything.
Except, apparently, the first time he was angling for.
Matthew was up and off of him in a minute, throwing on his shirt and heading toward the door.
Alfred stared down at his wilting erection pitifully.
Even the smell of freshly baked pizza couldn't cheer him.
'I bet post-coital pizza would taste way better!' he mentally whined.
Soon, Matthew returned holding a stack of pizza boxes with one arm and giving him a knowing smile.
He crossed the room and gave Alfred a small kiss. "Cheer up, Cowboy. We can finish that later."
Alfred sighed and pouted, giving him his best 'but I want it now!' face.
Matthew tapped the stack of boxes. "Alfie, the pizza will get cold."
"Fair point." Alfred conceded, finally starting to think of all the hot melty cheese and fresh sizzling pepperoni. "It wouldn't be very heroic of me to let pizza get cold."
He stared at the pizza boxes suddenly lost in a fantasy world.
"Help us! Help us!" The pizza pieces cried from the backseat of the evil, negligent delivery man's car. "We're not being eaten! We were supposed to be delivered 20 minutes ago!"
"Don't worry Pizza! General America is here!" and there he was, complete with 4-star general's uniform and long flowing American flag cape.
"Yay! General America!" The strangely effeminate sounding pizza slices chorused.
"Oh no!" rasped the evil moustachioed delivery man. "not General America!"
He slammed on the accelerator cackling "You'll never stop me, Hero! This pizza will be cold before it can be eaten so help me all that is evil and unjust and totally not democratic!"
"Stop in the name of the law!" General America shouted, pumping his fist into the air and taking off after the delivery car, running as fast as lightening.
"Blast!" The delivery man cried as General America latched on to the trunk of the car and pulled it to a sudden stop causing the delivery man to go flying through the windshield (the pizza was miraculously unharmed) "Foiled again!"
General America stood over the mangled delivery man and shook his head sadly. "If only he'd been wearing his seat belt!"
"Help! General America! We're getting cold!"
The hero rushed back to the pizza and lifted the box securely.
"Don't worry!" He reassured the pieces of pizza. "Just tell me the address you're supposed to be delivered to! I'll get you there!"
"There's no time!" The pizza pieces gasped. They were starting to sound enchantingly similar to Fay Wray. Oh yes, Alfred did love Canadians. "You've got to eat us now, General America or we'll get cold!"
"Well," General America coughed and loosened his tie "if you ladies insist..."
"Alfred?" Matthew's voice shook him from his daydream. "What the hell, eh?"
He was pointing down at Alfred's newly hardened erection.
"You just zoned out and started mumbling nonsense." Matthew raised an eyebrow.
Alfred ignored his boner and sprang to his feet grabbing Matthew by the shoulders.
"Dammit man, don't you understand the urgency?" He shook the stunned Canadian. "We've got to eat this pizza NOW Maple Maverick! Now! She's practically begging for it!"
"She?" Matthew squeaked. He wasn't sure how he felt about eating pizza with a gender.
They ended up in the living room watching Slap Shot for what was by Alfred's (highly inaccurate) account the one hundred and fifty eight billionth time. Neither of them really cared about the repetition as they spent the time wrapped in each others arms, enjoying their pizza and laughing along to well known jokes and familiar scenes.
When the movie was over and the pizza boxes emptied, Alfred stood up with a yawn and a stretch.
Matthew peeked over at Kumajiro making sure he was sound asleep on the couch before placing a hand on the small of Alfred's back and guiding him to the bedroom.
Alfred felt full, happy and sleepy and was only too willing to climb into bed and roll over to pass out.
Matthew on the other hand had not forgotten his earlier promise.
He slid up to Alfred, spooning him from behind, and whispered in his ear.
"You're not going to sleep on me, are you?"
Whatever sleepiness Alfred had felt was suddenly chased away by the feeling of what Matthew was pressing against him.
"Oh." Blue eyes went wide. Alfred tried to roll over but Matthew gently motioned for him to stay in place. He pulled Alfred's shirt off over his head and began to lay kisses all along his shoulders.
Alfred leaned back against him happily. He twisted his head to the side in order to meet Matthew's lips in a kiss.
Their tongues slid over each other, each gently exploring and enjoying the foreign taste of the other's mouth.
Alfred pressed back against him and whined. "Take your shirt off Mattie. I want to feel your skin next to mine!"
Matthew was happy to oblige and to press his cool skin against Alfred's waiting warmth.
Matthew trailed a hand down Alfred's chest and beneath the waist band of his coca-cola themed pajama pants and curled his hand tightly around Florida. Alfred was hard and hot enough to burn.
Alfred's hissed and bucked into Matthew's grip.
"God, Matt!" He threw his head back against Matthew's shoulder and continued to rut against his hand.
Matthew smiled and steadied Alfred's hips with his other hand. "Slow down, eh."
He nuzzled Alfred's neck causing his southern twin to whimper and try to press impossibly closer against him. "No, you speed up!" Alfred protested.
"Ssh!" Matthew insisted nipping Alfred's ear and rubbing his erection against him.
He felt his own need straining against his cotton pajama pants and pulled them down. He brought his spare hand up to play with Alfred's nipples as he softly asked him to remove his own pants.
"Geez Mattie who knew you were so horny behind that innocent facade!" Alfred laughed, happy to comply with Matthew's request.
"Who knew you had such a nice ass?" He asked, reaching down to squeeze it.
Alfred bit his lower lip to stifle a noise of appreciation. "You're late to the America Appreciation Party dude. Everyone knows I have a perfect body."
"Ow!" Alfred squeaked as Matthew pinched his left nipple hard "Indiana!"
"Don't be so conceited."
"Hmmph." Alfred smirked pressing his ass against Matthew's erection. "Tell me it isn't true."
Matthew refused to moan but couldn't stop himself from returning Alfred's motions and letting his hard cock glide over smooth skin.
Matthew leaned over Alfred and pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside table.
"Hey! Why the hell do you have that?" Alfred felt his characteristic jealousy flare up in the pit of his stomach. Why the hell did Matthew keep lube in his bedside table? He'd better have bought that because he was coming up because if he found out someone else had been touching his Mattie he'd get his shotgun and so help him god... "Ah, ah, oh, oh fuck!"
His violent thoughts were drowned in a sea of sudden pleasurable sensation as Matthew slicked his hand with lube and clutched his cock tightly, starting a fast steady rhythm.
Matthew grinned into the curve of Alfred's neck as he watched him toss his blond hair against his shoulder and let a moan escape from his lips.
"Why are you so good at..." Al gasped.
Matthew knew what Alfred was getting at but smothered his words with a few skillful pumps.
"So help me god I'll...!" Alfred shook a fist in the direction of the wall and continued to buck into Matthew's hand.
"Put the fist down Alfred." Matthew crooned as he used his free hand to uncap the lubrication and pour some down the small of Alfred's back and between his cheeks.
"Hey!" Alfred tensed up. "Just what in the hell..."
"Ssh. Relax." Matthew licked and sucked on Alfred's sensitive clavicle. "I'm not going to just do that without asking you or anything." Matthew laughed lightly as he slide between Alfred's cheeks and began to glide between them. He loved the heat and the closeness and the feeling of Alfred's back pulled against his chest.
Alfred let out a soft 'Oh!'
"But Mattie I want..."
Matthew cut him off, picking up the pace of his thrusts and the hand working on Alfred's straining erection.
"Have a little patience, eh?"
Alfred moaned and couldn't argue when Matthew's hand felt so good. His movements were perfect, his hand was so tight around him that all Alfred could do was arch his back and thrust his hips forward.
Matthew bent his head and bit Alfred's shoulder. He had cut Alfred off deliberately so he could let his incomplete sentence lend itself to his fantasies.
"But Mattie I want you to fuck me, to spill your seed inside of me, to fill me until my face flushes pink and my eyes water and I feel like I can't take it anymore."
"God, yes, Alfred, yes." Matthew shut his eyes tight picturing the scene, his own words unknowingly fulfilling Alfred's own fantasies as he came across his southern twin's back prompting Alfred to spill himself over Matthew's hand.
"Matthew..." Alfred turned around finally to face him fully. Both their faces were flushed, brows dampened with sweat, blond hair disheveled and blue eyes hazy. Alfred gave him a sweet, probing kiss.
"I'm so glad you're with me. I'd be so lonely in this world without you."
Matthew stroked his cheek and smiled. "I know. I'm glad I have you too."
"Well duh," Alfred teased "you can't be a side kick without a hero."
This earned him a gentle smack on the head that he snorted at.
"Come on then, Hero." Matthew yawned. "Let's clean up and go to bed. I don't want an angry phone call from the President if you oversleep and miss your flight."
END A/N: You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to write that smut. Ever since I mentioned Fay Wray in Al's fantasy, I was suddenly overcome by these vivid images of Alfred on top of the Empire State Building clutching Matthew and being generally beligerant while Matthew weeps "I swear he's not violent! He's just misunderstood!"
Well, you all know the iconic scene from King Kong. GOD it was hard to focus with that in mind. I just kept cracking up. I may have to write that. Fay Wray was born in Alberta by the way!