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sweet uncertainty [pt 2/3]

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Now that he was supposed to lead, Matthew bit his lower lip in apprehension, wondering how he could demonstrate the finer points of seduction without his glasses, which lay abandoned on the nightstand or possibly on the floor after Alfred practically threw him into bed. Then again, he thought, as he brought his mouth towards Alfred’s for a slow, lingering and distinctively un-American kiss, they knew each other well enough by now.

Not permitting Alfred to speak definitely made things a lot easier, Matthew noticed, and he began to feel a lot more optimistic about the whole business.
“Je suis a toi,” he murmured happily into Alfred’s shoulder, while the other leaned in an unusually restrained movement to kiss the locks of tousled ginger hair. “Mon âme, mon couer.”
“Mon couer,” Alfred repeated softly, so that even he could barely hear it.
Carefully, Matthew brought his brother’s left wrist up to his lips, lightly brushing the heavily scarred skin there. “I did this to you,” he thought, with a pang of regret that made his heart flutter. Whether or not Alfred remembered it as well, he only put his hand against Matthew’s face, looking up with barely smothered passion in cerulean-blue eyes.
Thus encouraged, Matthew kissed him tenderly, on his neck and down his chest, sometimes licking, other times lightly nibbling, tickled by the vibrations of the pleased throaty noises Alfred was making in lieu of actual words.
“Je t’aime... et tu?” he paused once to ask, but of course, Alfred was not in a position to phrase a reply in English, much less any other language. He did, however, tangle his fingers into Matthew’s hair and followed that with an insistent little tug, which was duly ignored.

And perhaps it was just his undependable sight, but from this new angle, Alfred seemed much younger, as if the cares and scars and damage of recent years had faded away to leave behind only the core of his brilliant soul. And like the sun, he was so beautiful, too beautiful, so much that it hurt to look at him for too long. Comme l'étoile filante. This must be how England felt, he could not help but think, with the guilty ache in his heart that always accompanied that name. No wonder, then, no wonder they were all going mad…

“Matthew, Matthew…” Alfred moaned at last, and he was surprised he did not leave ashy handprints on the mattress at the sound of his name being uttered like that, as if his body wasn’t already hotter than the inside of a star. Unable to stop trembling, Matthew placed light kisses down the inside of long lean legs, the muscles there already tensed from arousal, lifting one leg up so that he could kiss the ankle right there, so that his brother clenched his hands into the tangled bedsheets, barely able to keep from crying out.

But before he could reach over for the lube or whatever (if he could find it in time), Alfred got up on one elbow and with the other arm he pulled Matthew down to him quite enthusiastically, nearly resulting in an extremely un-sexy double concussion.
“Mo… mo laime toi,” Alfred whispered, breathily, shakily, into his ear.
Silence.
“…Eh?”
They stared at each other for a moment, Alfred looking much too innocent for him to be, well, innocent.
“What?” If the mood had not been ruined yet, it certainly was now.
“What did you say?” The phrase sounded vaguely familiar, something that could possibly be related to the French language, but Alfred’s horrendous drawl managed to distort even plain English, so one could never be too sure.
His brother’s face turned bright red, with anger or embarrassment or both, and Matthew instinctively opened his mouth to apologize despite the fact that he did nothing wrong.