To: Baramatt
From: Quintessentila
Matt’s been a bit grumpy over the holiday season and Matthew does his level best to cheer him up with a little ‘fun’. Nsfw-
Matt, it seemed, was not having as much holiday fun as Matthew was.
“Do you want to build a snow man~?”
A stony glare answered his question, but Matthew didn’t let that put him off.
“Oh, come on, Matt,” he sighed, taking his lover’s hands, “It’s nice outside. The snow is still fresh and we don’t have to build a snowman. Just… take a walk. That’s not such a bad thing is it?”
“No,” Matt sighed, rubbing his thumb over the back of Matthew’s hand and leaning down a little, allowing himself to be pecked on the cheek before watching his lover dance towards the door humming the carol of the bells, “I suppose not.”
Matthew hadn’t lied, the weather was perfect. The snow was lying crisp and thick on the ground and there was a bite in the air that he could feel all the way down to his lungs. And there just ahead of him was Matthew, leaping through the snow like he was four-years-old all over again, laughing when he stumbled, snow clinging to his clothes and cold and excitement burning red in his skin.
“Come on, Matt!” he laughed, picking up a handful of snow and throwing it up, letting the powder shower down over him and stick in clumps in the folds of his parka. “Catch me!” Matthew laughed, getting up and bounding through the snow, his red scarf flapping and bouncing along behind him.
Sighing and shaking his head, Matt started after him, boots sinking through the snow, enjoying the quiet crunch as it compacted beneath his soles. As much as he had intended to have a quiet walk, that didn’t seem to be the plan because Matthew was getting further and further ahead of him with every bound and soon Matt was jogging to keep up. His legs were longer but he was heavier and lugging himself through knee-deep snow was slow going.
It didn’t help that Matthew was being his usual little teasing self, waiting for Matt at the base of a tree, he grinned, leaning against the thin trunk, smiling coyly and beckoning him over, only to swing around it when Matt got close, showering him with the snow that had been covering the branches.
Snow crumbled and slithered, half-melted, down the back of Matt’s neck and soaked into his hair. Shirt, jacket, and the waistband of his jeans were all damp and unpleasant. Matthew, who had stopped to see what was happening, was frozen in place, a slightly horrified, half amused expression on his face.
Scooping a handful of half-melted sludge from the back of his neck, Matt glowered at Matthew, who took a few stumbling steps backwards, a laughing, almost hysterical, “Oh, shit-” on his lips as he started to run.
Giving a frustrated sound, Matt started after him, listening to his boyfriend whoop and laugh as he scrambled through the trees ahead of him.
On one hand, this was a lot of fun, Matthew thought breathlessly as he tumbled down a hill and ducked around a small copse. On the other hand, he knew Matt was going to catch him sooner rather than later. Sure, the galumphing great moose was pretty likely to get stuck in the snow if he was playing around but if he had a reason to chase him-
Matt always had been faster than him.
A branch cracked sharply to his left and Matthew let out an embarrassing shriek, setting off to the right, back in the direction of the house. Heart pounding and lungs burning with cold and stress, a shiver of primal fear ran through him when he heard heavy footsteps and a hand caught at his hip. Stumbling, his yelp almost muffled Matt’s muttered, “Fuck-” before they landed in a snowdrift.
Ice crunched around them and Matthew turned his head to the side, looking back over his shoulder at Matt, whose solid weight was pushing him into the snow. Matt looked wild, his hair pulled out of its ponytail to dry was hanging windblown around his face, his eyes were bright and his cheeks stung pink with cold. Feeling his stomach swoop slightly, Matthew shifted under him, legs pushing apart and back arching so that Matt was now settled between his thighs.
“Having fun?” he asked pleasantly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Mmm. You’re Satan,” Matt answered without much seriousness as he leant in to give Matthew a kiss only to have his boyfriend grind back against his crotch. “Veery Satan.”
“Aww, why?” Matthew laughed, wriggling until Matt let him out of his dip in the snow.
“If I listed that we’d be here all day, and thanks to someone - no names mentioned, Satan - I’m a little chilly.” There was a flat, humourless expression on Matt’s face, but Matthew had spent long enough studying his boyfriend’s fifty shades of scowl that he knew there was no harm done.
Smiling and twisting so that he was next to Matt instead of underneath him, he kissed that frowning mouth and ran cold-red fingertips over the damp fabric of Matt’s jacket.
“Well now, being king of hell does have its perks, you know,” he teased, “I’ve got plenty,” another kiss, “Of ways to keep my human love-slave toasty warm.”
Matt hummed when he was kissed for the third time, breaking it to say, “I’ll bite. But only if you never call me your human love-slave again. It’s too true for comfort.”
Laughing, Matthew shuffled to his feet, holding out his hands to Matt and tugging him into a vertical position once more. “Alright, honey bear, whatever you say.” he winked, leading the other inside, and the colour in Matt’s cheeks might not all have been from cold.
“You had this all planned,” Matt grumbled as he stared at the gently steaming hot tub, Matthew perched on the edge in his swimming shorts, looking like he was about to say something really stupid like, ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’
“I might have. Don’t say I don’t do anything nice for you,” he winked and slipped into the water, giving an exaggerated moan and stretching out. “Come on in, the water is perfect.”
Though he rolled his eyes and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, Matt ignored the steps, hauling himself up onto the raised rim the same way Matthew had and lowered himself into the water.
It was perfect. Warm and relaxing and much better than frolicking around in the cold. Not that frolicking around in the cold had necessarily been that bad. Particularly not the way Matthew had stretched under him like a cat in heat. That had been especially nice. Speaking of the devil-
Matthew snuggled his way under Matt’s arm, fingertips playing across his chest under the water. The pads of his fingers drew swirls and lines down over his chest and to his stomach, bringing the skin that wasn’t under the warm water to goosebumps.
Soft lips brushed against his shoulder, tongue tasting the skin over his collarbone.
“Having fun?” Matt asked, voice half sigh as he let himself sink a little further into the water, his thumb dragging back and forth over the dip behind Matthew’s shoulderblade. He liked that little dip. Liked the way it looked when Matthew stretched, liked the way it tasted on sleepy lips right before they drifted off together.
“Lots,” was the murmured answer, and Matthew leant up to catch Matt’s lips in a lazy kiss while his hands wandered just a little lower, fingertips dragging beneath his navel to catch on the waistband of his shorts. Matt let out a little hum, his own fingers walking a careful path over the nape of Matthew’s neck.
“Lots, huh?” he said, a note of teasing behind the rumble of his voice and Matthew’s smile took a turn for the wicked. Wriggling, he squeezed in closer to Matt, almost toppling into his lap and looking up at the other Canadian with the kind of honest affection that always made Matt’s breath catch in his throat. There was just something about Matthew’s sweet and sour personality that had him completely wrapped up in seeing what was going to happen next.
“Lots and lots. But I could be having more,” fingers twanged the elastic of Matt’s shorts and Matt went very, very red very, very fast. Though he wasn’t exactly disapproving of the idea.
“You could? H- Matthew, are those yours?” Matt’s voice went very quiet as he stared at the floating pair of swimming shorts that had drifted a couple of feet in front of them, bounced around by the jets of warm water.
“They certainly do look like mine, don’t they?” Matthew answered blithely, his hands still exploring and teasing Matt’s skin, leaving him warm in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
“Why aren’t you wearing them?” Was a question he desperately wanted an answer to, right along with, ‘Why am I still wearing mine?’
“I thought we could have a little fun. You know,” Matthew’s voice was soft, persuasive, lips brushing over Matt’s jaw in a way that made the hairs on the nape of his neck prickle and tingle. “You’ve been so stressed lately, I can’t remember the last time you smiled,” what followed that statement was almost a kiss but not quite, more like the promise of one to come. “So let’s have a little fun? Help you unwind?” Hands dragged over his chest and Matt let his head tilt back a bit, his own hand wandering lower on Matthew, exploring the dent and curve of his hip.
“And fooling around in a hot tub seems like a good idea?”
“It did at the time,” Matthew’s cheeks were a bit pink now, and Matt kissed him, slow and sweet. It was true that the holiday season had him a little more on edge than usual which meant he was about fifteen centimetres and a strong gust of wind from the precipice below. But Matthew had been there to rub his back and kiss his cheek and keep him calm and reasonably level headed when the wrapping paper had refused to do exactly as he wanted it to, and Matthew had been the one to suggest they take a little alone time and it had been Matthew’s idea to fool around in the hot tub and relax.
“It’s a very good idea,” Matt breathed, hands moving to scoop his boyfriend into his lap so that he could kiss him properly. A frustrated expression pulled at Matthew’s lips but he kissed back anyway, knees braced on either side of Matt’s thighs and from the bottom of his ribcage to the top of his head embraced by the cold air.
“Glad you think so,” Matthew breathed once his lips were free and Matt’s mouth was moving steadily down his neck, leaving warmth for just a moment before the cold came racing back. The kisses moved over his chest, tongue and teeth and lips bringing a flush of want to his skin and Matthew ducked his head down, kissing Matt’s hair and letting warm, wet fingers stroke over the broad muscles of his shoulders as he slid down. A pleased smirk touched his lips on finding Matt half-hard beneath him.
“Having fun?” He asked, not without a note of teasing.
“Lots,” Matt breathed, teeth scraping over the soft skin of Matthew’s nipple hard enough to drag a whine from the back of his throat. “Lots and lots.”
“You could be having even more.”
Matt looked up at him, eyes dark and mouth damp with kisses and Matthew felt a little dizzy. Leaning in he kissed Matt again, harder, this time. More wanting. Sure, this was mostly to help Matt let off a little steam, but he couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t a little self-gratification in seducing the boyfriend who had been too up his own ass to do more than kiss his cheek for the past three weeks.
Fumbling behind them he pulled at his shorts, rescuing a bottle from the pocket and handing it over to Matt who broke the kiss to stare at it uncomprehendingly for a moment.
Matthew wasn’t entirely sure what Matt did beneath the water but he heard the cap of the bottle pop and fingers silicone slick were pressing against him, the callouses on the pads of Matt’s fingers making him shudder.
“You’re already loose,” Matt sighed distractedly, his mouth blazing a new trail of hot and cold over Matthew’s chest.
“I had to do something while you were changing,” was the gasped reply and Matt smirked, curling and thrusting one finger after the other until Matthew was gasping and holding onto his shoulders, mouthing wet, warm praises against the slope of his neck. Fingers tangled in Matt’s hair and Matthew gave an impatient whine, his hips bucking back into Matt’s fingers, moving with the rhythm of his hand and his skin stung pink from cold and lust.
“Come on, Matt, don’t tease me,” he breathed, lips seeking until they found another pair to demand a kiss from. Teeth clicked and another whine was muffled between them. “I need you.”
Matt nipped at his mouth, leaving it red while he fumbled with his own swimming shorts, kicking them away and letting them float with Matthew’s.
A wicked smile danced across Matthew’s lips as he spread his legs a little further, helping Matt with the lube and letting his lover guide his hips down until he was fully seated in his lap and grinding his hips slowly, breaths hiccupping when Matt returned the motion.
Slow build friction had Matthew groaning, proud of the hungry way Matt looked at him when he rocked his hips just so. The water around them began to rock, sloshing in waves over the edge of the hot tub and onto the stone floor beneath.
Hands on Matt’s shoulders and sinking down onto his thrusts, Matthew’s breathing held a moan in every gasp, arching his back and pressing down eagerly when One rough hand moved from his hip to stroke his cock.
By the time Matt had stiffened and stilled with his release and Matthew stumbled over his name in his, they were down a good six inches of water and Matthew didn’t know if he was hot or cold but either way he was very, very out of breath. Sliding low in the water and feeling the sting as hot water washed over his chilled skin, he nuzzled into Matt’s throat.
“Showers, cocoa and bed?” he suggested, voice half muffled and very drowsy.
“Sounds like fun,” Matt groaned, stretching out.
“Lots and lots of fun,” Matthew laughed quietly.
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