Band
Chapter 3
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you continue to do so! I would like to take this time to try to explain a few things. You don't need to read this part if you don't want to.
I came up with the idea of this story at one of the Hetalia meet-ups I attend about once a month. I was playing guitar hero as Canada. After that, my Prussia and I worked out some of the details together. Here are a few you may not understand: Lars is Netherlands, just so you know. Dan is Australia. Technically, Matthew isn't supposed to be old enough to go drinking, since he's just about a year out of high school, (At least in the US, it's illegal, and I'm not entirely sure which country I want this to take place in…) but I decided to ignore that fact, otherwise the probably would not be a story at all.
If you guys have any questions, don't be afraid to ask!
~Canada
~~~~*PruCan!*~~~~
I vaguely remembered being in a taxi and kissing the very man above me, on our way to his house.
So that's where we are, Gil's bedroom.
Gilbert pulled back a little and stared into my eyes. "Are you ready for this?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Awesome" He started to pull my shirt off over my head. I did my best to help
As soon as I had pulled my shirt all the way off, Gil started to unbutton my pants. Tugging them off, he also pulled off my boxers, leaving me completely bare. It made me blush deeply.
"Absolutely gorgeous" He said as he grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke.
I moaned and bucked slightly into his hand. Smiling, he stroked faster. He did that for awhile, watching my reactions to him touching me so intimately. Just when I was about to find my release, the silverette pulled away.
"Not yet" he said as he began to strip in front of my eyes.
Shucking his boxers, I stared at his five meters. That was going to fit inside me?
Seeing the wariness in my eyes, Gil leaned down and kissed me again. "Don't worry" he whispered against my lips. "I won't hurt you." I nodded slowly, trusting the Prussian entirely.
Gil then placed three fingers against my lips. "Suck" he ordered. I pulled the fingers into my mouth and did as I was told. When they were completely lubed up with my saliva, the fingers were removed and my legs were spread.
Placing a finger at my entrance, he slowly pushed in. The intrusion was slightly uncomfortable, but there wasn't any actual pain. After a little while of the one finger moving around inside me, Gil pushed in the second, scissoring them. When I was ready, he added the third.
It took some time, but I eventually got used to the feeling. It helped when Gil brushed his fingers against the bundle of nerves deep within me. It caused me to moan loudly. This made Gilbert smile and pull his fingers out. Grabbing the lube out of his bedside drawer, he slicked up his cock and lined himself up with my entrance.
"Ready?"
"O-oui"
Gil slowly pushed in and waited for me to adjust. It seemed to take everything he had to wait until I was used to him being inside me.
I arched my hips slightly when I was acquainted with his size. Taking the hint, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, causing me to moan again.
Having set a steady pace, the albino slowly went faster and harder into me. When he brushed against my prostate, I practically screamed in pleasure. He angled himself so he would hit that spot dead on every time.
After a while of being filled with pure pleasure, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum. I slipped my hand down to my length and started to stroke myself.
Noticing this, Gilbert pushed my hand away and caught both of my wrists, pulling them above my head.
"Nein" he whispered in my ear. "This first time, you're going to cum from the shear pleasure of me pounding into you."
He then kissed down until he reached my neck, where he started to suck again. Every once in awhile, he would stop sucking to nibble slightly on my flesh. I arched my back more, digging my heels into the bed below me.
A few more hard thrusts aimed directly at his prostate later, I came, screaming Gil's name and spilling my seed all over our stomachs. A couple more and Gil came hard inside me.
Not wanting to crush me, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to me. I snuggled into his side and promptly fell asleep.
The last thing I heard was Gilbert saying "That was awesome, Mattie. Thank you."
~~~~*PruCan!*~~~~
I awoke in what I assumed was the afternoon. I was alone in the bed and could barely remembered what had happened last night. All I knew for sure was that, this wasn't my bed, I wasn't at home, my ass was sore, and the throbbing headache I had made me feel like there was heavy construction going on inside my brain.
Groaning, I rolled over and buried my head into the pillow there. A few more moments of the continuous hammering, I sighed and decided to try and figure out where the hell I was.
Getting up, I went out the door and down the stairs. There was a strange smell in the air as I descended the stair case. Sniffing, I realized someone was burning pancakes. This reinforced the fact that I wasn't at home, since Papa would never let anything burn.
Reaching the kitchen, I looked inside, seeing Gilbert at the stove, frantically trying to save the pancakes that were already dead.
"Gil…. What did you do?"
At the sound of my voice, he turned around and saw me standing in the doorway.
"I….. Burned the pancakes"
"I can tell, it smells awful in hear"
"Do you think you could make some?"
"I would, but my head hurts too much to concentrate on cooking"
"Oh, yeah, I figured you might have a hangover, so I made my special cure for you" As he said this, he picked up a glass from his table containing an unfamiliar red liquid and handed it to me.
Taking it, I drank it quickly, doing my best not to taste anything. Gil then handed me a glass off water, which I guzzled down greedily.
I then cooked us both pancakes, which we bath covered in maple syrup before eating.
After finishing, we sat at the table staring at each other. I was the first to break the silence.
"Did we really… do that?" I asked, vague memories of us having sex floating through my mind.
"Ja, we did. Are you okay with that?"
I blushed deeply, nodding, my memories rushing back of the entire night.
Ring….. ring…..ring
Gilbert got up and went off to get the phone. He came back a short while later, handing me the phone.
"You talk to him, he's not listening to me."
"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.
(A/N: French translated below. If it's not correct, don't blame me, blame Google Translate)
"Matthieu? Est-ce vous?" I heard Francis ask.
"Oui, Papa, c'est moi"
"Comment avez-vous à la masion de Gilbert?"
I blushed again. "Nous, euh, j'ai pris un taxi à partir de la boîte de nuit dernière."
"Oh, si tu as dormi la nuit dernière?"
"Oui, Papa"
"Etes-vous et Gilbert ensemble alors?"
"J-je ne sais pas, Papa" I whispered in case Gilbert could hear and understand our conversation.
"Vous me direz quand vous savez, n'est-ce pas?"
"Bien sûr, Papa"
"Venez à la maison bientôt, d'accord?"
"Je vais, Papa."
I hung up and looked up at the man standing in front of me.
"So…. Now what?"
"I don't know…."
"Does this mean…. We're, uh…."
"Dating?"
I nod.
"Do you want to?"
"…yes" cue the blushes, once again.
Gil grinned. "Awesome. I want to too."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
He leaned down and kissed me.
Pulling away, just barely, he asked, "Are you sore?"
"A-a bit"
"Oh really? Because I would think that if you were sore, you would have put some clothes on."
A/N: Translations:
Est-ce vous? – Is that you?
C'est moi – it's me
Comment avez-vous à la masion de Gilbert? – How did you get to Gilbert's house?
Nous, euh, j'ai pris un taxi à partir de la boîte de nuit dernière – We, uh, took a taxi from the club last night
Oh, si tu as dormi la nuit dernière? – Oh, so you slept there last night?
Etes-vous et Gilbert ensemble alors? – Are you and Gilbert together then?
J-je ne sais pas – I-I don't know
Vous me direz quand vous savez, n'est-ve pas? – You'll tell me when you know, won't you?
Bien sûr – of course
Venez à la maison bientôt, d'accord? – Come home soon, okay?
Je vais – I will