A/N: ...yeah okay I can not be stuffed to fill your heads with excuses for how long this took, but I actually finished this like a week ago... I was never happy with it and kept rewriting it and... yeah still not happy :| but meh. I rewarded you with extremely failed PruCan in this one =w=
Also, Locked And Painted Over Closet under the maths stairs dedicated to my Germany :D -noms on shoulder-
"I'm going to move in with you Gilbert." Matthew said, face erased of any doubt he previously had. "I'll pay half the rent and sleep on the couch, I don't care, but I want a fresh start." Gilbert and Alfred continued to gape at Matthew and his new-found confidence.
"Dude… mum and dad are gonna be so pissed." Alfred said slowly.
"I've made my decision and I'm gonna do it." He reaffirmed, glaring at Alfred dead in the eye. "Alfie, I have lived my whole life in your shadow and the only thing I could do was pretend to be fine with it, but after being with Ivan… even if it wasn't exactly real it showed me that the only thing that was standing in my way was myself. He's a horrible person Alfred, but he reminded me of myself; that look in his eyes, you know? He's lonely… I couldn't help but want to be with him because I was lonely too, but when I realised for certain what he was I felt like… I don't know, it was like I was going to end up like him, and that scared me. I don't want to stay like this, but for that I need to be spontaneous for once. You know, change something really big. I'm old enough to look after myself and, to be honest, I think I need Gilbert and on some level he needs me. So, I'm moving in with him. Period."
Alfred stared back at his brother open mouthed. His shoulders sagged in defeat. How the hell was he going to argue with that…? Matthew needed this badly, but he wasn't used to being alone. The past few days were the first time he'd ever been alone, and he couldn't say he enjoyed it. He'd always had a brother who seemed more like a twin to him, who always knew when something was wrong and was always prepared to listen to him. He'd never even considered Matthew's feelings… man, he was a horrible brother.
"You can't move in with me." Gilbert interrupted Alfred's train of thought. "Dude, I'm sorry, but I can barely hold the weight of my own awesomeness let alone carry two lots of it. I mean, I could if I really wanted to, because I'm just that awesome, but what I'm saying is that… I don't know if your frail little mind will be able to last very long when its being constantly overwhelmed with bucket loads of pure awesomeness being heaped upon it day after day. I mean, even Ivan couldn't last that long with my five metres you know?"
Matthew chuckled at the albino's statement. "Gilbert, that hardly even made sense… but I think I get what you're trying to say, and I assure you I can take care of myself. I just need a roof over my head you know? I'll stay right out of your way if you want me to."
Gilbert's cheeks began to go red and he looked down at his feet. "I-I didn't mean that, I just meant-" He was interrupted by the school bell, making them all jump from the sudden screech. Grateful for the excuse to leave, the Prussian immediately scooted off to class, the two brothers sharing a look before following him.
Ever since the incident Matthew was worried about what would happen the next time he had art class. What if Ivan ignored him? What if he didn't? What if he acted like nothing had happened? What if he didn't? What if he flirted with him shamelessly in an attempt to get him back? What if he didn't? What if… What if he just treated him the same as everyone else? He felt his stomach sink a little bit. He wasn't sure which was better or worse…
Of course, he just happened to have art class first period didn't he? Just his luck… he had circled the school almost twice now, stalling. The grounds were just about empty. He could almost always get away with turning up to class late and even skipping, thanks to his unrequited invisibility skills. He wondered if Ivan would notice if he just didn't turn up… But that would show weakness, and he was most definitely not going to let that happen. He wanted his former "lover" to know that this wasn't affecting him in the slightest. Even though it was. Not that he was going to let anyone know that.
No matter what he said to Alfred and Gilbert, he was absolutely not over Ivan. Not by a long shot. He didn't lie; all that he had said was true… he just left out some bits. He missed being held by his teacher, being kissed and nuzzled, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course through his body and getting the privilege of seeing Ivan in his most vulnerable state, even if it only lasted a split second. He wanted to run to him and hide in his scarf and never come out.
But he couldn't. No way. He was going to find someone else who cared for him. He wasn't asking for a fairytale love-at-first-sight story, just to have someone who would be there for him just as much as he would be there for them.. Even if it wasn't Ivan.
But who would do that? He wasn't special. His only talent he was aware of was making pancakes. He wasn't good looking, smart, skinny, popular or any of that. Ivan was the only one who ever noticed him… well, him and Gilbert. But he didn't count. Not really. The only reason that narcissistic guy noticed him was because he was a rival for Ivan. That's it.
With an annoyed groan he stopped walking and pressed his face into his hands, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make things clearer. It didn't work. It only succeeded in making his vision blurrier and causing him to cry out in shock as he opened his eyes to see a face inches away from his own, mouth smiling as it always did, violet eyes strict but amused. "You are late for class Matvey." That adorably innocent voice was like someone dumped a bucket of water over his head.
Who was he kidding? He felt like he was going to jump the guy right there in the grounds. He just looked so sexy… that smile hiding what was really underneath, an irresistible monster looking at him like he was a turkey dinner, all but ready to oil him up and swallow him whole… NO. BAD. Do not think about things like that…. It'll only… oh god. Now he's blushing. Matthew knows that Ivan knows exactly what he's thinking by the look in his eyes, like he'd won… and he had. His teacher had won him over there was no way he was ever going to find anyone else or move on all he wanted to do was live in Ivan's closet and watch him sleep and… "ooh…"
Matthew was blushing heavily as he shivered from the intense pleasure shuddering through him from the hand that was now on his hair curl. He nearly slapped himself as he groaned loudly when Ivan turned and started dragging him away by the hair. He did not know where in God's name the Russian was taking him but he wanted that damn guy to just take him already. He wanted to be filled and stretched; he'd waited long enough dammit! Oh he was going to regret this later…
Ivan pressed his little blonde up against the wall, sparing no time in connecting their mouths in a symphony of tongues and saliva, not bothering to waste time in useless foreplay but reaching down to cup the other's half hard crotch with one hand.
It had been too long. He wanted to feel heat, pleasure, friction, something. It seemed it would take even longer to get Alfred, but no matter, he had a plan. Only it would have to wait till later.
Matthew bucked into the older's hand, hating himself more and more every minute. He didn't even known this place existed; a little dark closet underneath the math block stairs. It was rather roomy but intimate enough to be able to feel hot breath over every inch of his body. He gasped and thrust into the hand that was now inside his trousers, stroking his shaft tortuously. He wasn't sure he could take much more of this teasing…
A thumb began to rub at his slit and he already felt ready to cum, but he instantly held back. By God if he didn't feel his ass being filled with Russian cock in the next—"AAH!" A hot, wet mouth closed over his curl and he lost it. "JUST FUCK ME ALREADY DAMMIT."
Ivan's eyes flew open. Wow, little Matvey must be more desperate than he thought. He didn't even know the blonde was capable of yelling like that. Well, he had to do something about this then… he smiled cruelly as he reached another hand around to prod at his backside when he was rudely interrupted by the door flying open. The pair tensed as they were suddenly flooded with light. Ivan almost dropped Matthew, who immediately clambered out of his grasp and covered himself as he squinted into the light. "G-Gilbert…?"
The albino said nothing as he grabbed Matthew around the waist and threw him over his shoulder, proceeding to walk straight through the school gates. The younger clung onto him and buried his face in his shirt, his face on fire.
How the fuck could he just go and let Ivan do that… why did he always have to think with the wrong head? And speaking of heads… his groin was still hard as a rock and, what's worse, with every step Gilbert took it was rubbed against his shoulder. He needed release soon or he would be humping the guy's arm like a horny bunny no matter how many people were around to see.
All at once he was dropped ruthlessly onto the ground and stepped over as Gilbert walked into his apartment, still not bothering to say anything to him. Matthew groaned and rubbed his sore butt as he got up and followed the other.
The Prussian shoved a bottle of beer into the blonde's hands and glared at him. "You are staying right here for the time being, you get me? I'm not going to let you go anywhere near school until I am sure you will not give in to that bastard anymore you got me?" Matthew nodded numbly and took a small swig of beer before muttering about needing to go to the bathroom and trying to sidestep the albino.
"Oh no!" Gilbert cackled, "I'm going to make sure you suffer for that. You are staying right by my side and if I catch you with your hands down your pants even just for a second I will set you and that cute little curl of yours on fire got that?" Matthew's eyes grew wide and he nodded shakily. "Good. Now get your horny little butt on the sofa where I can keep an eye on you while I get something to eat."
He quickly followed the command and sat down numbly on the sofa, practically skulling the beer. His mind clouded over and he grinned, feeling his legs begin to feel wonky and his head felt like it wasn't connected to his body. He watched as his own hand seemed to gain a life of its own, reaching out to grab GIlbert's beer and downing that as well. His erection was becoming painful now.
Gilbert arrived with a plate of pancakes and plonked down next to the idiot with a sigh. He picked up his beer and, realising it was empty, looked around at Matthew with a growing sense of resentment before he was bowled over. He writhed and struggled to pull off the blonde who was currently sucking his clothed chest sloppily and rutting against him.
The eighteen year old struggled fruitlessly to wrench off the blonde's intruding fingers which were now attacking his fly. Endless ribbons of swear words came out of his mouth as he pulled at Matthew's hair and clothes, only succeeding in ripping his shirt and accidentally grabbing onto the curl, which only made him even more desperate to get Gilbert naked.
What was even worse, however, was his body's reaction. After all, he was pretty depraved too at this point and was already hard. He moaned embarrassingly loud as his friend grabbed onto his cock and pressed his own against it, rubbing them both together with one hand. Matthew leaned in and whispered right next to Gilbert's ear, "Please… Gilbert… Fuck me." Well, that was all that the silver haired teen could take.
He rolled them over so he was on top and stole the blonde's lips, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth as he entered his ass with two fingers at once. Matthew squeaked at the slight burn and bucked his hips more onto them. Gilbert continued to thrust his fingers into the younger who was still rubbing their manhoods together at the same time. He had never topped before… from what he'd heard it must be good. He just wanted to pound him already, but he knew for himself how painful it could get without preparation. Hastily he added another finger and moaned as Matthew's hand on him tightened.
Ignoring the younger's gasps of pain he thrusted those fingers in and out of him as hard as he possibly could. Vaguely he remembered lube and flailed his free hand around to find some sort of lubey substance. He didn't bother to spend valuable money on moisturiser or anything like that, so that was out of the question. His hand landed on a nearly empty container of dishwashing liquid that was carelessly thrown onto the ground. Better than nothing.
He poured the remainders onto his hand and rubbed it over his manhood, spilling half of it all over Matthew, who let go of their cocks to wrap his arms around his neck and hoist himself up so that their chests were touching. "I'm ready Gilbert! Just fuck me already!" He couldn't hold it back anymore. He pulled out his fingers and wasted no time in pushing his shaft half way into Matthew.
It was the best feeling he ever had. His cock being squeezed almost painfully tight, encased in a pulsing heat that made him throw his head back and cry out. Gott Matthew felt better than Ivan ever did. He heard Matthew's cry of pain of being stretched so suddenly and pulled out until only his head was inside before thrusting back in even further. He kept pushing in and out, faster and faster until he was thoroughly fucking the little blonde into the sofa. He heard his uke cry out in pleasure all of a sudden, wrapping his legs tighter around Gilbert's waist as he hit a special spot inside him.
Then he was ramming straight into the seventeen year old's prostate with every thrust. It wasn't long before Matthew came hard all over their stomachs, closely followed by Gilbert. The two collapsed and rolled onto the ground with a thunk. Their breath mingled and Gilbert opened his eyes to see Matthew's red, embarrassed face. He smiled and leaned in to kiss him and was surprised when he was shoved off. He watched his friend's retreating back as he hobbled off into the bathroom.
It was then that he realised exactly what had just happened.
Oh shit.