Chapter 4~
One hour had passed since Matthew had arrived home with his unexpected guest. Both were now dry and changed as they sat quietly in the living room, the tumbling sound of the dryer, heard through the walls of the house, echoed in the room.
Daring himself, Matthew looked up slowly at his guest who was lounging on the large couch. His eyes were closed and his arm was placed behind his head, supporting it off the cushion of the couch as his other hand laid flat on his stomach. He wore a pair of Matthew's sweat pants and no shirt. Matthew had practically begged Gilbert to wear one of his, but the man had refused saying that he would just wait for his to dry, leaving Matthew pink cheeked and flustered from the experience.
Matthew couldn't help but stare at the attractive man laying in his living room. He traced his eyes over the lines that showed his abs and at the curve on his hip bones before they disappeared behind the lining of the sweat pants.
Then there was a loud beep.
Waking up with a jump, Gilbert fell off the couch onto his face and stomach. This snapped Matthew out of his trace and rush out of his chair to the fallen mans side. Gently he placed his hand on the mans back. "G-Gilbert, are you alright? Do you.. umm.. need some help?"
A groan came out from the fallen form so Matthew carefully helped pull Gilbert to an upright position with his back against the base of the couch. "Thanks," Gilbert puffed as he massaged the spot on his side that had fallen on his arm. "What the hell was that anyway?"
"It was the dryer," Matthew said softly as he averted his eyes away. "I'll g-go get your shirt." Before Gilbert could reply, Matthew was already down the hall headed for the laundry room.
When he arrived into the small room, he opened the dryer and felt the clothes, they were still damp. "I really need a new dryer," he mumbled to himself. After cleaning off the dryer lent, the dryer was started yet again, but this time without the beeper.
"Your shirt is still wet so It's still in the dryer," Matthew stated as he walked back into the room.
Gilbert sighed softly to himself and looked up at Matthew. "Hey, Mattie. Come here."
Mattie... Did that man just call me Mattie? I haven't been called Mattie since... He looked over at the pale figure that was still on the floor and slowly walked over to him, stopping a few inches away from the other mans knee. "Can I help y-" There was a pull on his hand, making him fall to the ground in the other mans lap. Their faces just centimeters apart. Matthew froze, his face getting warmer by the second as Gilbert smirked and blew softly in his face making the smaller man jerk back. "W-what do you think you are doing," Matthew asked while trying to get up, only to be held down but strong arms around his slim waist.
"Just thought I would have some fun." He nudged his face closer to the Canadians. "I saw you watching me earlier." The more he talked, the closer his lips came to Matthews exposed neck. "Is my body just that awesome to you?" His lips fluttered against the soft skin as he spoke quietly, catching Matthews breath in his throat. "How about my touch?"
Slowly and softly, kisses were placed down Matthews neck. Hands went from a firm hold to a soft grip on the boys hips. The lingering feeling of lips left on Matthews neck caused the young boy to moan softly in Gilbert's ear, but when the kisses stopped, Gilbert heard a small whine instead causing him to smirk. "Were you enjoying yourself Mattie?"
Matthew turned his head away as he tried to stand, so that Gilbert wouldn't see his reddening face. "Please stay here little Birdie, don't fly away." Gilbert strong hands were softly rubbing Matthews sides, coaxing him to sit back down on the Prussians lap.
Looking down at the two boys laps, Matthew remembered. "High School."
Gilbert gave him a questioning look. "What are you talking about?"
"That's where we know each other from. Sophomore year of high school. You probably don't remember, but you and a couple of your friends used to knock me around in the hallways. Then as a prank, you kissed me, and three of you laughed, calling me gay for liking it." Matthews eyes were down casted as small tears trickled down his cheeks.
Gilbert looked at him in shock. "I was very unawesome back when I was younger. I'm sorry Mattie." Matthew snorted at the statement. "What, you don't believe me?" Gilbert glared slightly into the young boys eyes. ''... You are gay for liking it..."
As quickly as Gilbert said those words, Matthews head shot up, giving the man a shocked and hurt look. He looks to cute when he pouts. Gilbert smiled at the thought and leaned in to captured the pursed lips of the young Canadian in front of him with his own before pulling back with a wide smile. "but so am I."
Looks like things are heating up. Come back for the next chapter. However, M rated material will be mentioned so viewer digression is advised. Also, the next chapter will change the rating of this. Please leave reviews so I know what I need to work on, and if you think anything should be added to the story, i'd love to hear what you think.