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He couldn’t see, but Matthew could tell that Alfred was smirking. He sighed and agreed, “Okay, I guess I have nothing else to do…”
“You don’t sound very happy; I think I’ll do something nice for you-”
“What! No, no, I’m fine, what gave you that impression…”
Alfred snickered. “If you say so; I’m still ganna treat you to something nice though, you know. Be here by the usual time, okay?”
Matthew sighed and said he would. Before he could add anything, Alfred hung up. The Canadian sighed and returned to the lounge room, slumping onto Arthur again. The older man, running his hand through his lover’s hair, asked, “Who was that?”
“Just a friend: he wanted to see me tomorrow…”
Arthur snickered, moving his hand to cup Matthew’s chin. He moved the head up, so that they were looking at each other, and said, “Well, if any one’s giving you shit, tell me and I’ll go punch their lights out, okay?”
Matthew giggled, moving up to kiss the Englishman on the mouth. “I’ll be alright, but thank you… father…”
*****
Matthew was sitting on Alfred’s couch, hands in his lap. Alfred was in the bedroom, shuffling around a lot: he wouldn’t tell Matthew what he was doing, only that he would not be long, and to get a drink…
He came out, shirtless, and asked, “How’ve you been since I last saw you? You seemed a little tired when I called you yesterday.”
The Canadian blushed, looking down at his lap, smiling nervously, “Oh, well, I was kind of half asleep. I’m okay, really… I don’t mean to be a nag, but could you-”
“Put on a shirt?” chuckled Alfred. Matthew could feel the couch dip next to him and a bare arm wrapping around his waist. When he looked up, he saw Alfred smirking at him, drawing the man closer. “My house, my rules, darling.” He winked with the last word.
Matthew looked away and muttered, “Sorry, I guess you’re right… I- eep!”
Alfred was licking and nibbling at his neck. The young man sat there, taking it. Matthew couldn’t move as Alfred’s hand wondered to the front of the Canadian’s pants, and slid in. There was a small moan, vibrating his throat, as Alfred massaged the inner thigh. He tried to mutter, “Al- Alfr-”
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