this is the kiss (3/4)
anonymous
May 14 2009, 07:04:56 UTC
This is the Kiss - part three
"You okay?"
Matthew looks up and Alfred's peering at him, looking at him smiling and sort of concerned; it's the quirked eyebrows that show concern, the rest of Alfred, his eyes and his mouth, are mostly smiling. Matthew smiles too and nods, and Alfred turns away still smiling. Matthew follows his gaze to the stage, the naked gyrating girl. Matthew tries to match Alfred's eyeline. He thinks Alfred might not be looking at the girl's untasseled nipples but lower down, at the soft little swell of her belly, swaying with her hips.
Matthew has a soft little swell of a belly, too. He puts his hand under his shirt and feels it. It feels nice. It would probably feel nice to Alfred. Maybe if Matthew bellyflashed him, Alfred would want to. Maybe he wouldn't really feel up Matthew's belly or anything, but he might stick his finger in Matthew's bellybutton. That might be nice. It might make Matthew giggle again, but that's all right; he can always just put something in his mouth.
Matthew gets up out of his chair, doesn't get his shirt all the way up, Matthew's not revealing any nipple. But his belly is out there. Matthew grins and shakes his thang, or whatever, stupid phrase but this music is stupid and Matthew thinks "shake your thang" might be in the actual lyrics, so, yeah, okay then. He glances over to see if Alfred has noticed his thang-shaking or the soft swell of his naked belly. And Alfred has certainly noticed something because Alfred is looking at him, laughing, and Alfred has the best smile, just the best, and Matthew feels something that's not a giggle and not sick, something rising up through his chest and just touching his throat, he can feel it curling up just at the hollow, just inside.
"Sit down!" Alfred laughs just then, tugging at Matthew's belt loop, and Matthew tries to oblige, tries to sit in Alfred's lap. But Alfred only laughs again and pushes him towards his own chair. "There you go. Sit properly." Matthew thinks that sounds more like something Arthur would say and he wonders if Alfred has taken Arthur here, or maybe the other way around, but he decides not to ask. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the seat, and buckle so he falls on his ass into it. "Now, behave yourself with the ladies. Actually-" and he's up out of his chair, turning away and going off, the rest of his sentence trampled by the overbearing bass beat and leaden lyrics. Matthew twists in his seat, but he can't see where Alfred's gone. Maybe out to hail them a cab. Matthew slumps.
"You okay?"
Matthew looks up and Alfred's peering at him, looking at him smiling and sort of concerned; it's the quirked eyebrows that show concern, the rest of Alfred, his eyes and his mouth, are mostly smiling. Matthew smiles too and nods, and Alfred turns away still smiling. Matthew follows his gaze to the stage, the naked gyrating girl. Matthew tries to match Alfred's eyeline. He thinks Alfred might not be looking at the girl's untasseled nipples but lower down, at the soft little swell of her belly, swaying with her hips.
Matthew has a soft little swell of a belly, too. He puts his hand under his shirt and feels it. It feels nice. It would probably feel nice to Alfred. Maybe if Matthew bellyflashed him, Alfred would want to. Maybe he wouldn't really feel up Matthew's belly or anything, but he might stick his finger in Matthew's bellybutton. That might be nice. It might make Matthew giggle again, but that's all right; he can always just put something in his mouth.
Matthew gets up out of his chair, doesn't get his shirt all the way up, Matthew's not revealing any nipple. But his belly is out there. Matthew grins and shakes his thang, or whatever, stupid phrase but this music is stupid and Matthew thinks "shake your thang" might be in the actual lyrics, so, yeah, okay then. He glances over to see if Alfred has noticed his thang-shaking or the soft swell of his naked belly. And Alfred has certainly noticed something because Alfred is looking at him, laughing, and Alfred has the best smile, just the best, and Matthew feels something that's not a giggle and not sick, something rising up through his chest and just touching his throat, he can feel it curling up just at the hollow, just inside.
"Sit down!" Alfred laughs just then, tugging at Matthew's belt loop, and Matthew tries to oblige, tries to sit in Alfred's lap. But Alfred only laughs again and pushes him towards his own chair. "There you go. Sit properly." Matthew thinks that sounds more like something Arthur would say and he wonders if Alfred has taken Arthur here, or maybe the other way around, but he decides not to ask. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the seat, and buckle so he falls on his ass into it. "Now, behave yourself with the ladies. Actually-" and he's up out of his chair, turning away and going off, the rest of his sentence trampled by the overbearing bass beat and leaden lyrics. Matthew twists in his seat, but he can't see where Alfred's gone. Maybe out to hail them a cab. Matthew slumps.
tbc...
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