Gilbert had decided to take a walk to stave away his boredom; he had never expected to come across such a shy, self-conscious guy during said walk.
Matthew had expected a quiet, peaceful day away from all of the noise and drama that his two, best friends seemed to cause on a daily basis.
He was startled by his first ever encounter with the nudist, Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Matthew found it kind of hard to look away from the albino's body; it didn't really help that the shy man had always been attracted to other boys rather than the female population.
His eyes wandered against his will to stop at a very prominent part of the other man's body; it didn't help matters that it was so huge, or that it belonged to such an attractive man.
Mattie fell his face flush a beautiful, crimson color as his shyness kicked in.
"Oh, it's alright to stare, little guy." The pale skinned man smiled at him in a sort of kind, arrogant way.
"I-I-I wasn't staring!" The Canadian stammered.
"Sure, you weren't." He smirked, and his confidence drew Matthew to him like a moth to a flame.
Matthew had always liked confident men after all.
"I hadn't been staring, really." He tried to convince him, because his brother would never let him live it down if he caught wind of it.
The other man smiled, "You're kind of cute, you know? Sorry, the Awesome Gilbert only dates women."
Matthew grimaced at that; why was he the gay boy that always fell for the straight man?
He wished that he had much better luck.
"I hope that I am not bothering you; I should probably get back to the apartment." He blushed as he rushed away.
He was glad that Lovino and Arthur had left.
Matthew had no idea where they had went, but he wasn't worried; they could take care of themselves.
He panted as he moved to possibly get cleaned up, and get rid of the evidence of what had transpired.
He blushed as he thought back to what he had done, and whose body had controlled his thoughts; it did not help that he had also been hearing that enchanting, German accent with in his head during the whole time that he had done that.
He moved to sit up, nearly collapsing out of exhaustion; he gave up his half-hearted attempts of getting up.
He let his sweat drenched body fall back on to his bed; he was glad that he would never have to see that man again.
Matthew would be mortified to encounter him again after he had fantasized about them going that far.
When he had managed to drag himself out of bed to actually make it look like he had not masturbated to the mere thought of the Prussian nudist that he had met just hours ago, he was informed that a little across the way was one of the most well-known nudist colonies.
He groaned; the chance of seeing that man again had just been increased.