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The Canadian gasped, shaking his head. “N- no, it’s okay. Please, I’ll be fine. You… you can go- and put on some clothes now, if you like…”
“If I like?” An eyebrow went up.
Matthew blushed, realising his mistake. “I meant: you should put some clothes on: you can’t walk around all day in the nude.” Matthew chuckled awkwardly.
Alfred finally pulled away, running the back of his fingers down Matthew’s check. “Oh I don’t know; I’ve done it before…”
He chuckled again, releasing the young man and walking out of the room. Matthew went to sit on the couch, afraid of fainting after flushing so much. He took several breaths in by the time Alfred came back. The American was wearing white shorts and an opened, navy-blue, shirt. The young man blushed as he saw Alfred’s ripped ribs and chest, again.
“Want a drink?” The American asked, walking towards the door to (what Matthew figured to be) the kitchen. Matthew only nodded.
Alfred gestured Matthew to follow him. “Come here, I’ll show you the kitchen.”
The Canadian got up and followed him. He gaped as he entered a descent sized, sleek, marble room. There were no utensils out and the place seemed very clean. Alfred ducked his head into the fridge and asked, “What do you want: coke, beer…?”
“Oh, um…” Matthew looked over at it and said, “I guess a Coke thanks.”
Alfred snickered and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want a beer or scotch? Can’t get you drunk, can I?”
Matthew blushed and shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s a bit early for that; maybe later.”
Alfred smiled, closing the fridge door and handing the young man a can. Matthew watched as Alfred dug into one of the draws and got out a mini bottle opener, and flicked off the top on his beer. The Canadian yelped as Alfred snuck an arm around his waist and drew him close. “Come on, I’ll show you to the bathroom.”
He steering him out of the kitchen, their drinks quickly forgotten, and led him into the room on the other side of the lounge room. They entered a dark room, with a dark blue, king sized bed sitting on the other side of the room. Next to the door was a desk with a state-of-the-art computer and flat screen monitor. Alfred patted him on the back and said, “You like it?”
Matthew chuckled, looking back at his friend, and asked, “Why, dare I ask, do you have a double bed? Isn’t it a bit big for-?”
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