Xiphoid (2/3)
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November 5 2010, 19:47:09 UTC
Matt nodded, slid away to strip down to his boxers. Alfred shucked his jeans & Texas and climbed under the covers, his toes finding the warm spot while he held the sheets up for Matt. Matt flicked off the light then settled against him, face to face and chest to chest, and how could he ever have forgotten this? Forgotten the way they aligned?
Half an hour later Alfred still couldn't sleep, mind turning in circles; at least Matt didn't seem to have trouble-
"Al?" he whispered.
-Sleeping. "Yeah?"
"Is it bad if I still want you?"
He took a breath, let it out. "Only if it's bad that I still want you too."
"Oh." He touched their noses together. "Okay then."
Sleep came easy after that.
~ ~ ~
.2009.
"-So then Niels came in, wondered what the smell from my half of the room was from. He searched the luggage and founds Feliciano's oregano. Then he went to Christiana and accused her of-" Lukas cut off as the server brought their plates - coated chicken and salad, tonight.
"Thank you," Matthew said to the server. Once he was gone, Matthew began to cut his chicken breast in bite-sized pieces. "And he accused her of...?"
"Of smuggling weed into a conference she wasn't supposed to attend. Which is true."
Matthew smiled, took a piece of the chicken; spat it back out. Damn, and he'd been looking forward to dinner too...
"You all right?"
"Sorry, reflex." He folded his napkin, managed a smile. "It's the almonds. I'll be back once I've rinsed my mouth out."
Lukas nodded, but Matt could feel him watching all the way to the double doors.
Alfred was already in the bathroom, gargling; Matt took the sink beside him.
Alfred spat into the sink. "Almonds get you too?"
"Yeah." He swished water around his mouth, spat it out. "I wish I knew what makes us do that."
"And it started too early to blame it on all the food 'sensitivities' around today." Al patted him on the back. "See you back out there, bro."
"You too." Matthew took another mouthful of water as the washroom door swung shut.
Half an hour later Alfred still couldn't sleep, mind turning in circles; at least Matt didn't seem to have trouble-
"Al?" he whispered.
-Sleeping. "Yeah?"
"Is it bad if I still want you?"
He took a breath, let it out. "Only if it's bad that I still want you too."
"Oh." He touched their noses together. "Okay then."
Sleep came easy after that.
~ ~ ~
.2009.
"-So then Niels came in, wondered what the smell from my half of the room was from. He searched the luggage and founds Feliciano's oregano. Then he went to Christiana and accused her of-" Lukas cut off as the server brought their plates - coated chicken and salad, tonight.
"Thank you," Matthew said to the server. Once he was gone, Matthew began to cut his chicken breast in bite-sized pieces. "And he accused her of...?"
"Of smuggling weed into a conference she wasn't supposed to attend. Which is true."
Matthew smiled, took a piece of the chicken; spat it back out. Damn, and he'd been looking forward to dinner too...
"You all right?"
"Sorry, reflex." He folded his napkin, managed a smile. "It's the almonds. I'll be back once I've rinsed my mouth out."
Lukas nodded, but Matt could feel him watching all the way to the double doors.
Alfred was already in the bathroom, gargling; Matt took the sink beside him.
Alfred spat into the sink. "Almonds get you too?"
"Yeah." He swished water around his mouth, spat it out. "I wish I knew what makes us do that."
"And it started too early to blame it on all the food 'sensitivities' around today." Al patted him on the back. "See you back out there, bro."
"You too." Matthew took another mouthful of water as the washroom door swung shut.
~ ~ ~
Lukas = the Netherlands
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