Europeans… (9/?)
anonymous
October 3 2009, 17:12:24 UTC
Lukas felt relief rush through him as he sighted Matthew clomping down the stairs, loving Matthew even more for appearing to save him from this deep, dark pit of boredom.
“Lukas!” Matthew cried happily. He raced over to his boyfriend's side and knelt in front of him. He grabbed the corner of the tape over his mouth, murmuring, “Sorry,” before tugging.
No amount of cool sarcasm would make that not hurt beyond comprehension.
“Ow! Nice to see you, Matthew,” he added casually.
Matthew pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him on quickly on the mouth. He knelt further and went to work undoing the tape around his ankles, then moving back to his arms and back. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“Mattie, I'm fine,” Lukas said calmly, as Matthew peeled the duct tape away from his skin as carefully as possible. “If getting knocked out and locked in a basement is enough to scare me, then I’d never have made it in the last few millennia of European history.”
Matthew finished pulling away the last of the tape, and Lukas felt the other nation’s lips press against his raw, sticky skin. He slid around to Lukas’s front, and, when Lukas’s arms were too cramped to move, gently pulled his hands around and into his lap.
Matthew placed his hands on either side of Lukas’s face and looked him over.
“Oh!” he said compassionately. His thumb brushed over the skin under Lukas’s eye. Judging by the painful twinge it caused, Lukas guessed that he probably had a fantastic shiner. “What happened?” He kissed the eyebrow of Lukas’s injured eye, as he ran his hands through his boyfriend’s hair.
“Oh, nothing I can’t handle.” Matthew kept fussing over the injury, before moving back to his forehead.
“You hit your head,” Matthew exclaimed as his fingers gently probed the bumps on Lukas’s skull. Before Lukas could minimize that as well, Matthew leaned in and pressed kisses to the disheveled blond hair. Lukas slid his hands around Matthew's slim waist.
“Matthew,” he murmured into the other country’s chest, “where are Alfred and Miguel.”
Matthew pulled back and looked at Lukas with a slight frown. “Oh, um, Alfred is out getting food, I guess, and Miguel is just wandering around on guard in case Matthew shows up looking for you.”
Lukas was confused for a moment, then nodded in realization. “Thought you were Alfred.”
Matthew’s miserable look told Lukas that he was on the money. He laughed and pulled Matthew into a hug. “So, I guess that means we better get out of here but quick.”
“Yeah!” Matthew said. He scrambled to his feet, then helped Lukas up as well. The taller country stumbled a bit and had to prop himself up with against Matthew. “I’ll take you around back, then I can drop you off in the car. Do you think you can wait for me for a little bit?”
“Natuurlijk,” Lukas said. “But, why…?”
“Just trust me.” He leaned up and kissed Lukas’ chin. Not for the first time, Lukas found himself disliking how much taller he was then Matthew. An actual kiss took a concerted effort from both of them. Apparently, swiping his tongue across Lukas’s stubble was enough for Matthew, because he got back down from his tiptoes and smiled up at his boyfriend. “I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”
Lukas loved Matthew to little pieces, but he found the idea of his boyfriend “taking care” of Alfred and Miguel a little unlikely. Still, he wasn’t going to quibble. He let Matthew lead him quietly up the stairs, around to a back door and through some muddy underbrush until they reached Matthew’s car.
Matthew eased him into the passenger’s seat of the car, perhaps taking more care than he needed to. He kissed Lukas’s forehead and stroked his cheek. “You sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’m fine, Mattie.” He caught Matthew’s lips in a deep kiss. Slowly, he pulled back and licked the corner of Matthew's lips. “Go do what you gotta do.”
Matthew grinned, then ran back towards the house.
Lukas smiled, yawned, and stretched out in the seat. He had to admit, this had been an interesting day. Honestly, he just wanted to get back to his hotel with Matthew, and do horribly, horribly dirty things to his boyfriend.
My very brave boyfriend, he reminded himself, his smile widening. He reached over and started fiddling with the radio to kill time until Matthew came back.
I am loving this so much, I can't even begin to describe it. Seriously, if you manage to add the "horribly, horribly dirty things" I'll skip the progeny and give you my soul. Of course, if you're not a smut person, anon totally understands.
“Lukas!” Matthew cried happily. He raced over to his boyfriend's side and knelt in front of him. He grabbed the corner of the tape over his mouth, murmuring, “Sorry,” before tugging.
No amount of cool sarcasm would make that not hurt beyond comprehension.
“Ow! Nice to see you, Matthew,” he added casually.
Matthew pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him on quickly on the mouth. He knelt further and went to work undoing the tape around his ankles, then moving back to his arms and back. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“Mattie, I'm fine,” Lukas said calmly, as Matthew peeled the duct tape away from his skin as carefully as possible. “If getting knocked out and locked in a basement is enough to scare me, then I’d never have made it in the last few millennia of European history.”
Matthew finished pulling away the last of the tape, and Lukas felt the other nation’s lips press against his raw, sticky skin. He slid around to Lukas’s front, and, when Lukas’s arms were too cramped to move, gently pulled his hands around and into his lap.
Matthew placed his hands on either side of Lukas’s face and looked him over.
“Oh!” he said compassionately. His thumb brushed over the skin under Lukas’s eye. Judging by the painful twinge it caused, Lukas guessed that he probably had a fantastic shiner. “What happened?” He kissed the eyebrow of Lukas’s injured eye, as he ran his hands through his boyfriend’s hair.
“Oh, nothing I can’t handle.” Matthew kept fussing over the injury, before moving back to his forehead.
“You hit your head,” Matthew exclaimed as his fingers gently probed the bumps on Lukas’s skull. Before Lukas could minimize that as well, Matthew leaned in and pressed kisses to the disheveled blond hair. Lukas slid his hands around Matthew's slim waist.
“Matthew,” he murmured into the other country’s chest, “where are Alfred and Miguel.”
Matthew pulled back and looked at Lukas with a slight frown. “Oh, um, Alfred is out getting food, I guess, and Miguel is just wandering around on guard in case Matthew shows up looking for you.”
Lukas was confused for a moment, then nodded in realization. “Thought you were Alfred.”
Matthew’s miserable look told Lukas that he was on the money. He laughed and pulled Matthew into a hug. “So, I guess that means we better get out of here but quick.”
“Yeah!” Matthew said. He scrambled to his feet, then helped Lukas up as well. The taller country stumbled a bit and had to prop himself up with against Matthew. “I’ll take you around back, then I can drop you off in the car. Do you think you can wait for me for a little bit?”
“Natuurlijk,” Lukas said. “But, why…?”
“Just trust me.” He leaned up and kissed Lukas’ chin. Not for the first time, Lukas found himself disliking how much taller he was then Matthew. An actual kiss took a concerted effort from both of them. Apparently, swiping his tongue across Lukas’s stubble was enough for Matthew, because he got back down from his tiptoes and smiled up at his boyfriend. “I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”
Lukas loved Matthew to little pieces, but he found the idea of his boyfriend “taking care” of Alfred and Miguel a little unlikely. Still, he wasn’t going to quibble. He let Matthew lead him quietly up the stairs, around to a back door and through some muddy underbrush until they reached Matthew’s car.
Matthew eased him into the passenger’s seat of the car, perhaps taking more care than he needed to. He kissed Lukas’s forehead and stroked his cheek. “You sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’m fine, Mattie.” He caught Matthew’s lips in a deep kiss. Slowly, he pulled back and licked the corner of Matthew's lips. “Go do what you gotta do.”
Matthew grinned, then ran back towards the house.
Lukas smiled, yawned, and stretched out in the seat. He had to admit, this had been an interesting day. Honestly, he just wanted to get back to his hotel with Matthew, and do horribly, horribly dirty things to his boyfriend.
My very brave boyfriend, he reminded himself, his smile widening. He reached over and started fiddling with the radio to kill time until Matthew came back.
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