If any of you fell for my troll story I laugh at you and apologize at the same time. Can I make it up to you with my real story? I'll try to write more frequently!
Also, a complaint has been full-on issued: no more author's notes about my personal life, and no more in the middle of the story.
Julie, you might need to stop reading partway through this.
And finally, just an update- I fixed my dialogue faults, typos and name mistakes in past chapters.
This feel so awkward now lol.
It didn't take long for Gilbert and Matt to realize that Felicia and Ludwig were so absorbed in each other that neither would come anywhere near them, and they'd taken that rare moment to cuddle in the top bunk- well, they had to keep it G-rated since Peter could be peeping. Matt snuggled into Gilbert's chest, letting out a pleased sigh. He didn't have a particularly attractive smell- it was mostly like grass- but it was like a toxin to the blonde boy, who didn't want to admit that he'd have to leave Gilbert eventually. The albino stroked Matt's hair softly, lost in the same bliss.
That bliss was harshly interrupted by the cabin door practically being broken down by Felicia, displaying a choice between several panties. "Quick guys, what's my best color?" she demanded as she skidded in.
"Ocean blue, no brainer," Matt answered automatically, earning a bemused smirk from Gilbert.
"Grazie!" Felicia waved the panties, bolting back out.
"Get Luddy with the crop! He likes that shit!" Gilbert called after her.
"Are you sure? Last time I tried the dominatrix thing, he cried!" Felicia shouted back, even louder, and danced back to her cabin, where a thick German accent demanded to know what she was talking about. "Ah… just talking about how Lovi doesn't like some of the jobs I've had to take up, ve~"
Ludwig gave a hesitant sigh, then finally kissed her on the forehead, giving in.
Gilbert turned to Matt, still wearing the smug look.
"So I have an eye for color!" Matt pouted.
"You are so cute." Gilbert laughed mussing up Matt's hair. He barely grazed over that sensitive haircurl, which caused Matt to bolt away instinctively, his eyes feral and skin flushed of color.
"I told you not to touch it!" he cried.
Gilbert bit back the sly grin that was creeping up on his face. "Does it hurt, or something?"
"Well…" Matt hesitated too long to pull off an affirmative answer. He'd have to either make something up quick, or tell him the truth. "It's just- really- startling!" he choked out.
Gilbert couldn't keep it in anymore, and the foxlike expression took over his face. "Like how?" he pressed. A shaking Matt tried to back away, but only ended up stumbling over the bunk's rail. He would have fallen if it weren't for Gilbert's quick hands, which also pulled him into his lap. "Why can't you tell me?" he tried to change his look to sweetly curious, but it was hard to manage with all of his sharp features, and he only looked more perverted than usual.
"Because… because you'd use it against me!" Matt fought the gaze on him, squeezing his eyes shut. He soon felt a light pressure being taken off of his nose- Gilbert had removed his glasses and put them aside. "Wha- what are you doing?" Matt demanded, though he already knew.
"Mine." Gilbert declared, taking the curl of hair and twisting it around his finger.
"Aa-aah!" Matt tried to hold in the noise, but it was simply inevitable with the way that Gilbert was toying with that hair. His cheeks filled with color immediately, and he slapped a hand over his mouth, and tried to pull an armadillo-esque move, forming the fetal position.
Gilbert understood the noise. "Hm… this could really work for me." Looking thoughtful, he absentmindedly played with the curl, while poor Matt pulled twitching faces in an effort to not cry out.
Finally, an exasperated, "Gilbert, st-stop!" slipped between his teeth.
Gilbert released the curl, and it sprung back to its usual position. "Why?"
Matt found himself without an answer. The situation was uncomfortable only if he thought it that way. And if he let go… no, he refused to ignore his standards and morals. "Because the campers are due back from the evening activity in ten minutes," he justified.
"Thirteen, actually," Gilbert corrected with a peek at his watch.
"Either way," Matt rolled his eyes. "They'll be back soon, and we can't be caught… doing things. We already screwed up once."
"It's enough time," the albino objected.
Matt sighed. No matter what his argument was, Gilbert had a way to counter it. With the thirteen minutes left, they could either quarrel or do something they'd both enjoy. He chose the latter.
"Is that a yes?" Gilbert grinned, seeing the exasperated expression.
"Sure, why not?" Matt allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom, where Gilbert turned the shower on. "We're not doing that again, are we?"
"It's just to cover up any noise we make… unless you want to do 'that' again." Gilbert's sly look resurfaced as he pushed the blonde boy to the bathroom wall. Not the kind of slam that sent Matt running, but rather he eased him there, beginning to learn from his mistakes.
"No, no thank you." Matt was still always overly polite about everything he said, which came as a shock to a lot of people, considering that his older brother 'role model' could have a big mouth a lot of the time.
Gilbert snorted a laugh before fully descending on him, cupping his face with one hand, and twirling his finger around the curl with the other. This earned a short gasp, and Gilbert took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Matt's mouth, grazing it along the surface. Matt laced his arms around Gilbert's neck, gripping locks of hair from behind for something to cling to.
The German smiled against his lips. "Let go for a second," he instructed. Matt obliged, and his shirt was promptly lifted from him and tossed aside, Gilbert's following as well. He hooked his fingers on the belt loops of Matt's pants, and tugged lightly at them. "What should we do about these?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Leave them where they are," said Matt's mouth, though a large (irrational, so he was sure) part of his brain begged him to let Gilbert take control.
"I can read you like a book, Mattie," Gilbert laughed. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen," he reminded.
"Well…" he hesitated. On one hand, yes, he was burning to do as Gilbert wanted, but on the other no, he was terrified out of his wits. The terror and desire mingled uncomfortably.
"I'll choose for you~" Gilbert offered, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down to the floor and wearing a victorious smirk when Matt stepped out of them. "I say, Mr. Williams! You look quite dashing without your pantaloons!" he (badly) imitated a British accent.
Matt shook his head softly. "Whatever mood we had, you're kind of killing it," he pointed out.
"I know just the trick!" Gilbert snapped his fingers as a lightbulb went off in his head.
After a dramatic buildup rubbing his palms together, he…
Dropped his pants.
"Ta-da!"
"That's very nice, Gilbert."
"Aren't you going to tackle me down in an impulse of lust?"
"You want me to… top?"
"Oh, right, I forgot you like to be dominated."
"Wha-what?"
Gilbert took this opportunity to pin Matt to the tile floor, straddling him, and taking hold of the curl once again. After all, that's what started it, that strand of hair he wanted to experiment with. Matt didn't bother to reject him this time. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was eager for the way he'd intended to spend the thirteen minutes. Skin met skin, and they could feel the other's erratic heart racing as they gave over to instinct. Their lips joined messily, because Matt was squirming and wriggling under Gilbert's touch. It was hard to nab the target with a neat enough kiss, which didn't bother Gilbert so much. Rather, he enjoyed the chaos, continuing to pinch and pull and twist the curl, bending Matt to his every whim.
They kept this up until they heard the telltale patter of feet on the stairs up to the cabin, and jumped apart.
"Mommy, Daddy, why are you in your underpants and all sweaty?" Peter asked with wide-eyed curiosity.
"Mom and Dad were playing naked Twister." Gilbert decided.
"But there's no mat." Peter objected.
"Imaginary naked Twister." Matt put in.
"Oh, okie!" Peter, pleased with this, proceeded to gather up his things and go get ready for bed.
Matt turned to Gilbert. "You know, he's going to write back to his real parents about all the things he sees here, and is going to get us all fired."
"I look forward to the day." Gilbert grinned.
Whoo, it's done! I hope I don't regret writing at 1 am lol.
NEW POLL TIME.
Would you be interested in a side chapter more focused on Felicia or Alfred or anyone else? If yes, tell me who! (I'd prefer it if it was somebody with a role pretty relevant to the main plotline).