As the doctor said, the next day Matthew was being pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair by Alfred. He had vehemently denied that he needed one, but the nurses insisted that he was to be helped out.

"Maybe we should buy one of these. Quite helpful." Alfred said, pushing the chair out the door and to his car. He had been kicked out last night, mostly because the nurse was like 300 pounds and he didn't have the guts to hit on her. But he had shown up early today, and was now taking Matthew out.

"It's not like I need one all the time. I don't need it now either." He was much better now, and he didn't want to be more of a pain on Alfred.

Smiling, Alfred didn't mention that he liked pushing him around like a baby. They got to the car, and Matthew got out of the chair. "I'm gonna return this. Stay in the car, and I have a present for you when I get back."

Matthew couldn't help but feel somewhat excited for whatever Al had in store. It wasn't like he was going to run away anyways, but it was a nice thing to have something to look forward to. That wasn't what he was the most excited for; he was just glad that they made up and they were going to be able to be in love.

Getting back to the car, Alfred sat in the driver's seat before pulling out the present. "It's a water bottle!"

"Thank you, but I already promised you that I wouldn't get sick like this again." Although he was smiling, Matthew was a bit sad that Alfred was still worried about him. It was endearing that he wanted to protect him, but he was sometimes trying to do things that he couldn't do to try and help.

"You say that, but I bet you still won't drink as much water as you're supposed to." Alfred said, shaking the bottle to show that there was water in it now, and handed it to Matthew. "Now drink. You don't have the IV anymore, so you need to drink even more."

Flipping the lid open, Matthew took a few sips before closing it again. "Again, thank you Al. I love you." He didn't want him to worry about him so much, so he would have to make sure not to get sick again. If he had to purge, he would just make sure to drink a lot of water after.

"I don't want any water left in there by the time we get home." He said, determined to make Matthew drink as much as his body would handle. Especially if they were doing any strenuous activity, like sex. Then he would definitely be drinking plenty of water.

Rolling his eyes jokingly, he just opened it again and continued to sip away at it. He had always liked water, Matthew just never thought he would ever get sick from throwing up all the time. The logical part of his mind was pointing out the obvious to him, but he still didn't drink water before.

It took about ten minutes for them to get home, and after he shut the car off, Alfred grabbed the bottle, shaking it to see if there was any left. "Very good. So you will have this with you wherever you go, and always have water in it, right?"

"Unless I've already drank it all and can't get any more; yes." Matthew just hugged his boyfriend. "But you do realize I can take care of myself? I'm not a baby." After all, he learnt from a young age how to take care of both him and his father.

Looking at him, Alfred lifted an eyebrow. "Matthew, you were hospitalized for not drinking enough water. That's like the stupidest thing to ignore ever." It was mean, but the American would blame himself if it happened again.

Giving a melodramatic sigh, Matthew just smiled after. "I know, I know. It was pretty stupid, but I promised it wouldn't happen again. Ever." He couldn't have Alfred feel as if he had to watch him all the time. Purging was still keeping him skinny, but he was going to have to find something else to keep his weight down as well. Maybe exercise would work...

Pulling him closer into a hug, Al rubbed his head. "It better not." Because he wasn't sure if he could go through that again. He could have died if not for Francis, and it would have been his fault for storming out after their fight!

Laughing lightly, Matthew just unlocked the door to their house and got in. It was a nice feeling being back home after the hospital; which was a somewhat foreign feeling. When he used to come back, it was to an angry parent, yelling at him about how he wasn't worth the bills.

Once inside, Alfred grabbed Matthew in a tight hug and brought him into a deep kiss, holding the back of his head. He hadn't really been able to touch him like this at the hospital, with everyone around. "Don't scare me like that again."

"I won't." Reciprocating the kiss, Matthew was glad to feel that he didn't feel as weak as he had for the last few days. Sure there was still a small edge, but not nearly as bad. "Bedroom?"

Smirking evilly, Alfred took him by the arm, going down the hall. On the way, he started kissing his hand, mostly sucking so it made a red mark that was all his. He would mark Matthew all over if it meant that no one else would ever touch him.

Squirming from the kisses, Matthew pulled his face up to kiss him again. "Not too many marks. People might stare." That was one good thing about being an author: he could stay home as much as he wanted and hide until his hickeys went away.

"No one will suspect if it's on your hand. That is way easier to explain away than if it's on your neck." It was always funny when Arthur tried to dignify himself by saying he fell down the stairs, amazingly only getting a bruise on his neck.

Taking in an airy gasp as Alfred brought one of his fingers into his mouth, Matthew couldn't help but feel turned on. They hadn't done anything sexual for about a week, and for them that was already pushing it. They were both horny guys as much as it was embarrassing to think about, and they couldn't stay off each other.

Finally making it to the bed, Alfred helped Matt lay down onto it, and he lay next to him. Since they just came back from the hospital, he didn't think they would go all the way, maybe just a blow job or 69.

Bringing their mouths together again, Matthew pushed against Al's lips so that their tongues could intertwine and dance. Both of their hands were roaming the other's body as if they were starving for each other.

Putting both hands under Matthew's shirt, Alfred lifted it up, too preoccupied to bother taking it off completely. His mouth left Matt's to go down his flat stomach, kissing a path to his belly button. When he got there, he dipped his tongue into the small depression.

Groaning and squirming under Alfred's path, he mumbled. "Please, I need you." Matthew didn't care that he just got out of the hospital, he desperately wanted Al. After their fight, this would be their form of 'making up'.

"Alright." He said, and started working on Matthew's pants. He moved up on the bed so that the Canadian could reach his pants, and this way would make it much easier for what he had in mind. Did semen could as drinking fluids?

Immediately understanding what Alfred was getting at from the position, Matthew started to work on getting Al's pants undone. Once they were, he pushed them down awkwardly and palmed the growing bulge. "It's nice to see you too."

"Yeah, he missed you." Alfred said with a laugh. He pushed Matthew's pants down along with his underwear, seeing the cute Canadian cock. "I think he wants to give you a welcome home kiss, too." Why were they pretending like his dick was a person? Oh well, at the moment it was hot as fuck.

Smiling even though what they were doing was quite strange, Matthew proceeded to take of his boyfriends underwear off as well before kissing the head lightly; flicking his tongue out to meet it and taste the addicting flavour of his precum.

"Mm, fuck Matt..." Alfred mumbled, dipping his head down to also lick the slit of the cock waiting for him. It had been a while since he had last tasted this, so it helped turn him on even more, if that was possible.

Whining against the cock in his lips, the Canadian just continued to lick and kiss it. His hands raised to take the rest of the shaft and pump it slowly as his mouth continued to tease the head.

Tracing a vein with his tongue, Alfred let the appendage slip past his lips. He matched his pace to the one Matthew was using for his own cock, Alfred bobbing his head down. He took his mouth off it for a second so he could coat one of his fingers in saliva before going back to his job.

Moaning with the cock in his mouth, Matthew couldn't help but rock his hips slightly. He stilled them right away, but it was still hard not to move. "Al..." He mumbled when he took it out to lick up along the length.

Slipping his finger between his legs, Alfred found Matthew's hole. It was always something else that he could do with blow jobs that always made Matt even harder, as it was doing now. He felt some precum drip down the back of his throat.

This time the strawberry blond let out a truly embarrassing moan as his hole was fondled as well as his cock. "Al..." Not wanting him to be left out, he redoubled his efforts to make his lover feel just as amazing.

"Yes?" He asked quickly, taking his mouth off his length for a second before putting his mouth on the side, sucking on the skin lightly. He wasn't sure what would happen if he left a hickey there...

With the warmth off his dick, Matthew mewled pathetically. "Please don't stop... Al..." The suction on his thigh was driving him crazy and he couldn't think straight. All he wanted was to climax now.

Listening to the request, Alfred once again started sucking on his shaft. His own cock felt great inside Matthew's mouth, feeling his tongue move around over it. He mimicked the action, humming delightedly when he felt a shiver run through the Canadian.

Matthew shivered even more as Alfred hummed around his weeping erection. It was like they were playing follow the leader as the Canadian would follow what Al was doing to him then he would set the pace. Both were driving Matt insane since he was already so sensitive.

Curling his finger, Alfred looked for his prostate, knowing how much Matthew liked that spot. He had never known before that touching that body part would do anything. Suddenly he felt a brushing of teeth on his cock and his mouth stilled, so he figured he had found it.

After getting distracted, Matthew doubled his actions again. He knew Al was going to try and get him to cum first so he wanted his boyfriend to be soon after if not at the same time. Bobbing his head along it, he rolled his tongue against the hard flesh before bringing it deep in his throat.

Loving the feeling when Matthew deep throated him, Alfred tried to copy the action, but he had always had more of a gag reflex than the Canadian. It was always amazing how much he could take without having to pull out.

Matthew continued the actions of deep throating Al's cock before pulling it out to suck on the head. Doing it again, this time he moaned around it as his boyfriend did things to his cock that made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Desperate, he swallowed around it, squeezing the head with his throat.

Knowing that very soon they would both be finished, Alfred doubled his efforts. He always wanted Matthew to cum first, so he tried to keep from climaxing too quickly.

Whimpering against the cock that was still in his mouth, Matthew was distracted for a second as Alfred started to jab his prostate as well as lick and suck at his length. "Please," he murmured after sliding the hard flesh from his mouth.

"Please what?" Alfred asked, slipping him mouth back over the cock. Sometimes Matthew just had to say what he wanted, or he wouldn't know. He put another finger in beside his first one, going deeper with them.

"Make me cum!" He whined again, a soft keening sound coming from his chest. Licking along Alfred's length, he could help but try to push against the fingers inside him.

Sucking harder, Alfred went to work on just that. His free hand held the base, pumping what he couldn't fit in his mouth. Soon his fingers were being squeezed and Matthew was cumming in his mouth. The American swallowed it all, seconds before he climaxed as well.

Sucking greedily at his boyfriends softening erection, Matthew made sure to milk as much as he could before letting it slide past his lips with a wet sound. He was feeling the post-cotial bliss wash through his body as Al turned around to lay next to him. "We haven't done that in a while."

"Yeah. It was nice. And now..." Before settling down beside him, Alfred reached over and grabbed the water bottle. "I filled it for you!" He said. Matthew had just done some strenuous activity, so obviously he would be needing water.

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, Matthew pouted instead. "Are you saying you don't want me to taste you?" Maybe his jealous monster that cohabited inside his body would let him not have to drown himself.

Smirking, Alfred shook his head. "I'm not saying that, because I taste amazing. But you need water, especially after something that makes you pant like that. You should be glad I didn't make you stop in the middle to drink."

This time he did roll his eyes even if it was mostly in jest. "Like you would have. I'm glad you care about me so much though." Really, his father would have just yelled at him about being a fat bitch who couldn't do anything right.

Laughing, Alfred got off the bed. It was only about noon, after all. "K, drink up and you should have a rest. I'll make some lunch." Mm, hamburgers for lunch was always a good thing. And Matthew couldn't get mad at him for it, because he knew very well that hamburgers were the only thing he could make.

Knowing full well that him making lunch either meant hamburgers or soup from a can, Matthew let himself lay against the bed. He would have to eat it so Al wouldn't get suspicious but he was going to make up for it eventually. Grabbing the water bottle, he opened it and started to drink as asked. It was the least he could do after making him so worried.

Realizing they didn't have any pre-made hamburger patties in the house, Alfred decided to make Mac and Cheese instead. It was even easier than Hamburgers, because you didn't have to worry about the bun. Whenever they ate this, though, Matthew always called it like JD or something like that. He made no sense sometimes.

Still relaxing on the bed, Matthew finished off the water inside and focused on loathing the feeling of the water sloshing inside him instead of thinking about anything else. It was just nice to be out of the hospital with them both happy again; the fight in the past. Matthew knew that actually living together would create more friction, but if they could get over it, it would make their relationship stronger.

Once the food was finished, Alfred carried a bowl into the room. "Alright, I have your JD here. I may have overcooked the noodles a little, but it is still edible." And the sauce was probably still lumpy, but it didn't matter.

"Stop trying to use Canadianisms when you don't say them right. It's KD." Matthew laughed, making fun of his boyfriend. "This is much better than the junk at the hospital. It actually has flavour."

"Well of course it has flavour. I made it, didn't I?" What kind of a name was KD anyway? JD was much better, because it was close to DJ, and DJs are awesome. He sat down on the bed with his own bowl of Mac and Cheese, taking a bite and marvelling that it wasn't somehow burnt.

Smiling, Matthew let himself enjoy the meal. It might not have been much, but it meant the world to him that Alfred wanted to and enjoyed taking care of him. Even if sometimes it got annoying, in the end it was extremely endearing.

Finished his bowl, Alfred glanced at Matthew's, which was hardly half gone. "If... you're not gonna eat that..." He said, lifting an eyebrow. He was still hungry, after all. This 'KD' didn't even compare to burgers.

Passing it over, he watched Al all but inhale it. "It's a wonder we have enough money with the amount you eat." Matthew knew that it was somewhat mean, but his boyfriend was much too optimistic to take it as anything but the joke it was.

"Yeah, but you eat hardly anything, so I just make up for it." Alfred said between bites. Soon he was finished, and took both their dishes to the sink and started running water. "You should stay in bed all day. I can bring your laptop or something so you can write."

"It's ok, I'll get it after I go to the bathroom." Matthew said before locking himself in. It would not be good if Alfred saw him like this just after going to the hospital. Getting on his knees, he threw up into the toilet; it was mostly water, so it wasn't as bad as normal. Brushing his teeth and the like, he made it out just as Alfred was finished. "I decided to brush my teeth as well; didn't get a chance in the hospital."

Kissing him, Alfred tasted the familiar mint taste. For some reason, it seemed that he tasted like it a lot. But he didn't mind it, because he quite liked the taste of mint. "So I took off work all day, so what do you want to do?"

Matthew kissed Alfred back again before brushing him off. "I don't know. Getting some rest would be nice because I never get enough." He tried to keep his voice sarcastic since it was quite obvious that if they both had the day off neither of them would be resting.

"Well, if you are getting some rest, then you should go to the bedroom." Alfred smirked, picking him up and heading to the bedroom.


For all of you that don't know, KD stands for Kraft Dinner, and is basically exactly the same as Mac and Cheese, but so much better because KD is all Canadian and is the best thing in the world. So there!