4FACE Family Secrets: AmeCan
So, I had writers short, but I tried!
"Mmn~ oh, Mattie, right there~! Harder, Mattie, harder~!"
"Al, I'm rubbing as hard as I can!" Matthew dug his fingers in deeper.
"Oohh, Mattie~!"
"Al! Stop sounding like that! I'm just massaging your back!"
Alfred, lying on his stomach, perched himself on his elbows. "Massages feel nice, Matt! And your fingers are like Heaven, bro~" He laid his head back down on his pillow and buried his face into the soft feathery material.
"Really, Al? Really?" Matthew sighed, digging his palms into his brother's stiff, scratched up back. The American had gotten into a fight...again. And Matthew was the one to care for him...again. Arthur was out with Francis, who had seemed to have some maniacal plan in his mind when he'd mentioned they were going to get a few drinks.
"Mmnph~" groaned Alfred, his voice muffled by the pillow. Suddenly, he bolted upright and flipped over so he could face his frightened brother with excitement in his sky blue eyes. "Mattie!"
"Ehh! W-what is it, Al?"
"I just got a crazy idea that you probably won't like!" Matthew kept quiet as his brother explained more of what his plan would be, his violet orbs widening with every detail. Alfred was chuckling about his idea, but Matthew didn't find himself cracking a tittter.
"Al, I can't do that! And we shouldn't be doing this sort of thing—"
"C'mon Matt!" Al pleaded, staring into the Canadian's indigo orbs with shining sky blue ones. Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Now take those fingers and make 'em work their magic~"
"Al, stop." Matt wrapped his fingers around Alfred.
"C'mon, that was clever~"
"No, it wasn't. It was disturbing." He gave him a squeeze.
"Ah—! Hey! Don't do that..."
"Just stop talking already." Matt gave the American a few strokes.
"Ngh~ hah~ Th-that's it, Matt—"
"Shush." He pumped Alfred a few more times until he was leaking with excitement.
"Nyahh~ M-Matthew~ hah~"
Mattie continued to stroke the American's length, picking up the pace and slowing down a few times just for a tease.
"Ahh~! I-I told you—ahh—that you had—ngh—skilled fingers—God~!"
"Al..." The American looked up with lustful eyes. "...shut up." Matthew gave him one last hard stroke and the climax had been reached. Ending in Alfred saying Mattie's name aloud. This was turning on the Canadian, but he would never admit it or show it.
The slam of a door caused the curly blond to jerk awake. He stepped out of the bedroom that he shared with Alfred and peered into the living room where a partially-sober Francis was dragging a far-from-sober Brit in through the front door. The Canadian's vision was blurry on account from him leaving his glasses on the night stand. He stood at the end of the hall, fidgeting with the hem of the nightshirt he wore. He watched shyly as Francis practically tossed the drunken Briton onto the couch. The Frenchman sighed and started pacing thoughtfully back and forth in front of Arthur, who began to mumble incoherently.
"Oh, Mathieu," said Francis as he noticed the Canadian standing in the threshold of the hallway. Matthew twisted his nightshirt around his fingers. "I didn't know you were awake."
"I...just woke up, papa," Matt answered quietly, rubbing his right eye sleepily. "Is Arthur okay?" Francis made his way over to the younger blond and draped a fatherly arm around his shoulders. He guided him towards the bedroom and kissed his head.
"Go on back to bed, ma cherie. No need to worry about Arthur, he'll be fine." Matthew nodded his head slowly and gave the Frenchman a small peck on the cheek.
"Bonne nuit, papa."
Francis grinned kindly and chuckled softly. And as he walked away, he commented, "and don't be so hard on yourself~" Matthew quirked a curious eyebrow and suddenly understood, looking south and blushing. Oh, geez...
In case some of you are confuzzled, I never mentioned if they carried out Al's plan or not ;D which they didn't. It was all a dream...Canada's dream~ teehee Cx so there it is! ~ADMIN OUT