Nothing real special for Al's birthday this year. Just a real quick short fic while I work on other things (read: browse tumblr for MikexRandall).
I own nothing! (also, happy birthday 'MERICA~! ((and my baby brother!)))
The summer sun beat hot and bright down on the blond who was laid out on a beach towel, soaking up the rays. The blond next to him, under the umbrella, was reading a book and the both of them were listening to music blaring from a nearby stereo.
"Hey, Mattie," Alfred mumbled. He had his eyes closed, behind a set of expensive brand sunglasses Mattie could never remember the name of.
"Hm?"
"You know… It's my birthday."
"We aren't doing it on the beach, Alfred."
"But Mattie!" Alfred whined. He rolled over onto the sand, cursing fairly loud causing a mother of three to glance over and glare, and rolled back onto the safety of the somewhat less hot towel. "Damn that stung." He rubbed his chest, then looked up. "Come rub my tummy, Mattie, it hurts."
"Not on your life, Al."
"But Mattie!"
"One more but and we're leaving and not coming back for the rest of the summer."
Alfred huffed and pouted his cheeks. Matthew read his book a few minutes more while Alfred closed his eyes.
Then he got the idea.
Glancing behind his glasses, Alfred waited for the perfect moment. Then he pounced!
Alfred trapped Matthew underneath him and smothered him in kisses, wholeheartedly not caring this could cost him a whole lot more than just lost trips to the beach.
"Al—Mmph! Someone— Ah!"
"I don't" kiss "care, Mattie" kiss "Let them stare." Kiss kiss kiss. "You can't just sit there and look adorable and not expect this to happen."
Once the two were all tuckered out, Alfred laid down beside him and let out a large sigh. "Well, that was nice."
The mother of three was now packing up her children, saying something about finding a new spot. The stereo still blared.
"How much trouble am I in?"
Matthew was silent for a moment. That never was a good sign.
"None. It's your birthday so I'll let it slide, Al." Matthew rolled over to peck his cheek. "But any other day would get you stuck on the lumpy pull-out couch for a whole month and no action for a year. But…" He pecked Alfred again. "Since I like you…"