Author's Note: The last chapter was mean muahaha I'm not sorry at all

Writing this chapter was slightly terrifying (and exhilarating) though because I haven't exactly written anything like this before

*does little nervous dance*

Hope you enjoy! And reviews are always really appreciated ^_^

Chapter Twelve

It's hard to make sense,

Feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens,

If someone else comes,

I'll just sit here listening to the drums,

Previously

I never called

It Solitude (Comforting Sounds, Mew)

Mathias awoke to a fresh layer of snow dusted lightly over him. He supposed it must be late afternoon, staggering to his feet groggily and brushing the snowflakes from his jacket. It only then occurred to him that he was still in his suit. Dammit. It had been a nice suit. He must look a right sight to passers-by, he considered. The looks he was getting from pedestrians would be rather amusing, had he not been in this rather un-amusing predicament. He felt a frog in his throat as he thought about the events of last night, and tried to push the ideas away before he started crying again. He'd surely done enough of that already. He couldn't help but think about Lukas though. The more he thought about it, the more he realised. He was in love with that icy, perfect Norwegian. He was in love and he was stupid and he should have known better. Now he really was crying again, and he attempted to wipe the tears away as he sniffled loudly and glanced behind him at the apartment building. It looked pretty in the snow, not that Mathias much cared. And oh, look, there was Lukas.

-Wait.

LUKAS?

Mathias brain went on hold as he whirled around to face the boy who was now sitting before him in the wheelchair. He couldn't speak. He couldn't think. He just stared. He was no longer crying, but his eyes were evidently red and he was still sniffling a little. It seemed like a dream. It was probably a dream, Mathias told himself, in which case it was a very good dream. Mathias was just trying to drink in as much of the sight in front of him before he woke up and it was all gone.

Lukas also sat in silence, just staring. Mathias took a step closer without thinking about it, just drawn towards the gaze. Suddenly, Lukas' hand shot forwards and grabbed onto Mathias' tie before yanking the boy down so that they were face to face. And then their lips were shoved together in a kiss that shorted every nerve in Mathias' brain. A kiss that made his knees give way so that he ended up very ungracefully sat in Lukas' lap on the wheelchair. But he didn't care. The kiss went on, soft at first but growing harder and more passionate. Finally, they both had to reluctantly pull away for breath. Mathias could see Lukas' pupils big as a cat's in the dark and he smirked gently before Lukas scowled and smashed his lips into Mathias' again. This time the kiss was far less soft and gentle. It was desperate and longing. It was hungry. Mathias was shocked at the way Lukas kissed, but certainly couldn't complain as every doubt he'd had about Lukas that night vanished. Some people stopped and stared at the gay couple kissing in a wheelchair in the middle of the street, while others hurried on past and tried to ignore it uncomfortably. Mathias noticed nothing. There was nothing but Lukas, his lips, his smell, his hands on his waist.

Eventually Lukas pulled away. This time he wasn't scowling though. He was smiling like Mathias' had never seen before, and the Dane couldn't resist pressing another quick kiss to the Norwegian's lips. They were both breathing heavily, and Mathias was actually straddling Lukas in the chair now.

'Maybe.. Maybe we should go inside' suggested Lukas.

'...Yes, maybe.' said Mathias as a grin grew on his face and he quickly leapt to his feet and swept the wheelchair into the building.

In Lukas' opinion, the time it took to get from the street outside to his bedroom was far too long. As soon as they got into the room, Lukas had tugged Mathias down to his height again and seized his mouth with his own. He didn't know what had come over him. He had never imagined a side like this to himself, but for the moment, he didn't much care. Mathias' tongue ran gently along Lukas' lips and he shuddered at the sensation. But he wasn't going to let Mathias have the upper hand. He tangled a hand into Mathias' wild hair and tugged, causing Mathias to moan and fall into his lap again. Lukas took this opportunity to counter Mathias' cheeky tongue by sending his own into Mathias' mouth, and Mathias shifted so he was once more straddling Lukas in his seat. The Danish boy quickly grew more confident, and started teasing little kisses off the side of Lukas' mouth and down his neck. Lukas couldn't believe how good it felt. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. Mathias kissed around the base of Lukas' neck, harder and harder until suddenly he bit down, gently, but hard enough to cause Lukas to cry out and dig his fingers into Mathias' shoulder blades. He growled at a playful looking Mathias, annoyed that he could make him melt so easily, and pushed their mouths together again. This time he bit down gently on the other teenager's lower lip, making Mathias moan. Every part of Lukas sang, his body on fire and a distinctive hardness in his trousers, and felt Mathias' own pressing against his body. He couldn't help himself as he ran his hands down Mathias' chest, feeling the muscles underneath until his hands finally came to rest on Mathias' hips.

A knock at the door made both boys jump and the door almost immediately swung open to reveal Emil standing curiously outside. The sight that met his eyes made him drop the plate in his hands as an outrageous blush erupted on his face and he backed away, looking utterly mortified. Lukas and Mathias sat frozen in shock as Emil slammed the door and ran back to his bedroom, slamming that door behind him too. A moment of silence passed before both boys looked at eachother and Mathias burst out laughing. Of course Lukas was utterly humiliated to have his brother catch him in a situation like that, but even he couldn't miss the comedy of it. The more Mathias laughed, the funnier it got, and eventually Mathias was lying on the floor, almost in tears while Lukas gave a small chuckle, which was a lot for him. Finally, they gathered themselves enough to go out and knock ashamedly on Emil's door.

'Emil! Emiiiiiiil! We're sorry! Please open up!'

Lukas glared at Mathias. Did he always have to be so loud and obnoxious?

The door opened a crack, and Emil could just about be made out, peeking out with his puffin toy stuffed under his arm.

'What do you want?' He murmured, looking at the floor.

Lukas sighed, finding himself unable to meet his brother's eyes properly.

'..Sorry... that you caught us in that situation...uhh...'

Mathias started giggling again, and Lukas tried to shoot him a murderous glare, but found himself unable to keep from smiling a little too. Emil just blushed even more and slammed the door again, leaving the teenagers to have yet another 'laughing fit', in which Mathias was the one who did most of the laughing.

Eventually, they managed to calm down and pull themselves together again. As Mathias brushed himself off, Lukas realised the state of him. He'd been a little too preoccupied earlier to notice the crumpled suit, and he'd hardly thought about the fact that he'd found the boy in the street. He had simply seen him from the upstairs window and been unable to hold himself back any longer. Now he considered the scenario, and he got the terrible feeling that something really awful had happened to Mathias the night before, besides Lukas rejecting him.

'Are you hungry?' he asked Mathias flatly.

Mathias nodded eagerly and his stomach growled loudly in agreement.

Lukas nodded before turning to the fridge and fishing around. He was about to turn and ask the other boy if he wanted smoked salmon when he felt strong arms around his waist and a head nuzzled softly into his neck. Lukas could feel Mathias' gentle breaths on his skin as he just stood there, letting the Danish boy embrace him. The minutes moulded together until eventually Lukas spoke.

'..Mathias... What happened last night?'

He said the words softly, carefully, and felt the taller boy sigh into his neck. It took a moment, but eventually he replied.

'I was thrown out. I told Signe I'm gay and she... Didn't want anything more to do with me I suppose.'

'Oh.'

Lukas couldn't think of anything to say. He wanted to say something to make it all seem better, but no comforting words came to mind. He turned around to face Matthias and pulled the boy into a hug much tighter than he had thought he could manage.

They spent what was left of the day doing what they usually did, with considerably more kissing and sneaky cuddling on Mathias' part. They were lying entwined on the sofa when Trine walked in that evening, laden with shopping bags. Upon her entering the room, Lukas sat straight up with a rather extraordinary blush on his face, and Mathias grinned lopsidedly at the woman. Trine just giggled, winked, and went about putting the shopping away as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until later that night that Mathias quite came to terms with his predicament. He had nowhere to stay.

He knew he'd be allowed to stay with Lukas, but for some reason he felt strangely embarrassed asking. He nudged Lukas gently with his elbow.

'Hey, Norge.' He whispered.

Lukas ignored him, trying to focus on whichever Norwegian comedy show was playing on TV now.

'Norge', he said louder, elbowing him in the ribs.

'Oww' Lukas growled and turned to face him, looking menacing. 'What?'

'Erm..' Mathias hesitated.

'Could I maybe.. stay here tonight..?' He said quietly.

Lukas gave him a blank stare, obviously a little surprised that Mathias was actually asking nicely instead of just doing it regardless. After a moment of slight shock, he replied.

'Of course. But perhaps I should ask my mother.' Lukas shifted his body across the couch and lifted himself into the wheelchair. His arms were already becoming pretty strong and he found himself a lot better at manoeuvring the thing now. He rolled out of the room while Mathias sat, a little dazed, on the couch considering how his life had ended up here.

Trine was in her bedroom, focused intently on a slender, leather sketchbook.

'That's pretty.' Said Lukas, peering over her shoulder to see her design.

She started, having not heard him enter, but then turned to grin at him.

'Oh thank you honey. It's just a doodle. Anyway, what's the matter?'

Lukas rubbed his neck nervously. 'Well, you see... Mathias doesn't have anywhere to stay at the moment and.. I was wondering if... He could stay with us..?' He trailed off and looked up at his mother shyly.

Trine reacted without hesitation.

'Of course dear! Oh my, what happened to the poor boy? Why doesn't he have anywhere to stay?'

Lukas hesitated, but knew he had to tell her. 'His dad's girlfriend found out he was gay... she threw him out.'

At that, Trine immediately stood up and swept out of the room. Lukas was right on her heels, struggling to keep up in the clunky wheelchair. He was terrified at the fact that he had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. His fear subsided immediately though as she reached Mathias on the couch and flung her arms around him, drawing the Danish boy close to her bosom and muttering soothing words. Mathias didn't seem to question what was going on, and just leaned in to her warm embrace. Lukas rolled closer, not entirely sure what was going on, and somehow was also pulled into the big, comforting hug. She rocked as she held the boys, telling them how amazing and special they were and how much she loved them.

Mathias knew it wasn't his mom, but for some reason her words and her embrace made him feel so at home that she might as well have been. He felt happy again, that lost feeling and sorrow being wiped gently away by Lukas and Trine's arms around him.

Eventually Lukas decided he was far too manly for this kind of thing and pulled away stoically, rolling off into his bedroom with a slight blush on his face.

Trine was left with Mathias, and she fussed over him like he was her own son.

'Don't worry sweetheart, you can stay here for as long as you like. I have a spare mattress that I'll set up on Lukas' floor and you just tell me if there's anything you ever need.'

'Thank you ma'am- uh, I mean, Trine'

She smiled and hurried off to set up the sleeping arrangements.

Mathias sat on the couch alone and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe this wasn't too bad after all. He felt more at home here than he ever did back with dad and Signe, and Trine was so kind and loving. Not to mention Lukas. Lukas was the best part of everything. Lukas was the only reason he could still sit here and smile like nothing else mattered. Because nothing else really did.

'Mmmrrnff'

Lukas murmured as he felt something nuzzling against him. He tried to bat it away and continue sleeping, but it was relentless. Eventually he opened his eyes and found a pair of very blue ones staring right back.

'I couldn't sleep,' Whispered Mathias, perching on the edge of Lukas' bed, 'Can I sleep in your bed?'

Lukas held up the corner of the covers, begrudgingly inviting the bigger boy in. The bed wasn't exactly large, and Mathias had to wrap himself around Lukas in order for them both to fit comfortably. It was warm and Lukas couldn't help but admit to himself that he rather enjoyed the feeling of having Mathias' muscular body spooning him protectively. Eventually they fell asleep in a pleasant slumber that lasted right to the morning.

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