Chapter 4.2: I'm Watching You
"Nn..G-Gil~!" Matthew moaned out his name softly. His back was laying on the bed an Gilbert was on top of Matthew, his hips moving fast as he thrusts in and out of him. Matthew couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying the feeling of Gil inside of him. Gil was hunched over on top of him, his hands holding onto his waist as he thrusts in and out as a steady fast pace. Matthew moaned out loudly, his hands gripping covers tightly as he came..gloriously. They both came at same time. Gil was panting heavily as he looked down at Matthew who was trying to catch his breath. As they caught each others eye contact, they could not look away from one another. It was almost as if there was a hidden connection between the two of them that was waiting to come out. Though hesitant, but still under the influence of heat, he leaned up closer to Gil, his arms, though still very limp, snaked around Gilbert's neck to help him pull himself up. Matthew's eyes closed and his lips moved closer to the others and kissed them softly. His heart started to beat constantly at a rapid pace, for he had never kissed another male in his life besides kissing papa Francis and his mother Arthur goodnight.
Until that very moment, Matthew had started to ponder about his own sexuality. Once he had kissed Gil, which had been his first kiss, he had felt a totally different feeling for him.
It was 7:00 a.m. And Matthew had just waken up. He sleeplessly walked to the bathroom to get freshened up. The warm water hit his bare skin. His back leaned against the tike wall as he went into thought. He thought back to what happened yesterday. His thoughts ha then turned into images. Recalling the actions he had engaged in with Gil had brought a smile onto his face. He soon began to question the feelings he felt towards Gil at the moment. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Every time he thought of Gil, or when he mysteriously popped up in his head, his heart would start to beat a mile-a-minute. His face would red from blushing. His palms got sweaty as he finally figured it out.
"I-I'm in love..," he said, "b-but why..? I mean..Why do I have to have fallen in love with him..?" He took some time to think about what he was about to get himself into. Gil was already married. If Elizabeta caught them again then he'd be mince meat. Besides, Gil showed no signs of him liking Matthew back..So it had seemed.
"The sooner I forget about it, the sooner it'll be gone." Matthew reached and turned the shower knob off. He retrieved his towel and wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the shower. The cold air hit him and made a chill run down his wet spine. All of the sudden his stomach started to churn and bubble. "Ugh.." He said. He had a sudden uproar starting in his stomach and he hunched over the toilet. He groaned softly as he started to vomit violently into the toilet. His tongue was tainted with the foul taste. He reached up weakly and flushed the toilet. His back pressed against the wall as he held stomach. What made him feel this way? He hadn't eaten anything weird..Had he? He groaned again as his stomach bubbled again. What was happening to him..? What was making his stomach feel this way, or..Who was making his stomach feel this way?