To: Miss Doku!!!!
From: Kiro!!
Sorry Im very late!! I was away for two weeks and was scheduled at work non stop! I hope you like this!! Its red riding hood matthew and wolf matt, love at first leap!
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To: Miss Doku!!!!
From: Kiro!!
Sorry Im very late!! I was away for two weeks and was scheduled at work non stop! I hope you like this!! Its red riding hood matthew and wolf matt, love at first leap!
To: fresakiwi
From: delicious-pervert
I’m sorry it’s so late! I hope these domestic, breakfast-in-bed Canadians can give you a good start to the new year!!
Love, Your Secret Santa
~~~~~~~~~~~~ To: starryclimeshetaliablog From: alyssfellintowonderland I’m so sorry this is so late. Holidays without internet happened and then work, but I’ve finally got it finished. I kinda mixed your secret admirer prompt with the office romance one along with some general holiday fluff, so hopefully its something you like. Happy Belated Holidays! ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey, I Just Met You, and This Is Crazy--
~~~~~~~~~~~~ To: Ruth-senpai Quintessentila~ <3 From: fresakiwi I’m so sorry for the wait among other things! I ended up going with your “Could you pretend we’re dating for half an hour?” prompt and /tried/ not to make it cracky. Hopefully it worked out? Also, ask-nyorussia helped beta this. Pairings: [Past]1P! and 2P! AmeCan/CanAme, RVP, and VB Rating: M (mostly for language, oops!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This wasn’t at all how Matthew Williams planned to spend his brisk Saturday. Okay, so he had planned to pay a little visit to his favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. Even then, he meant to do it after he returned his already-overdue library books! Obviously, his ridiculously obnoxious ex, one Alfred F. Jones, and Alfred’s new beau had other ideas. Matthew coming over to do a bit of “catching up” with them was only the beginning. Unfortunately for the pair of Americans, Matthew had to turn down their offer. "I have some stuff to do before I have to work this afternoon” was his excuse – one not too far from the truth. “Awwwwwwww, C’MON!” Alfred protested. “It’s been too long, bro!” “I’m not joking, Alfred!” Unfortunately for Matthew, the threat fell on deaf ears, because both Alfred and Al were really hounding him now. Clearly he had to run, which was exactly what he did. He took every possible shortcut he could think of on the way to the small coffee shop, his mind focused solely on escape. If he paid any attention at all to where he was going, he may not have run into a customer holding a scalding-hot cup of potato-bacon soup, some of the soup ultimately splashing onto his lap. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled at the resulting first- and second-degree burns. “S-sorry! I’m so sorry!”Matthew apologized as he tried to help clean up the mess. “Are you all right?” “…Hmph.” The stranger was clearly not in the mood to hear it at the moment. “I really am sorry,” Matthew tried again. “My ex and his new beau essentially chased me here, and…” He paused, noting the other’s face. He was actually pretty hot! “Um, can I ask a small favor… I-I know we got off on the wrong foot here, and I’d understand if you said no, but…um… Could you please pretend we’re dating for a few minutes? In case they show up. You wouldn’t have to deal with me ever again, if that would sweeten the deal any…” The other male temporarily froze, as if trying to mull over the proposal. His eyes even shifted towards Matthew, seemingly giving him a once-over – well, more accurately, a twice-over. Admittedly, Matthew was rather easy on the eyes, not to mention [mostly] harmless to boot. “…Just this once. Got it?” Once the mess was completely cleaned, the rather surly-looking male rose to pitch the cup and napkins in the trash. He then proceeded to offer Matthew a hand up as well. “Name’s Matt,” he spoke lowly. However curt the introduction was, it was still enough to make Matthew smile. “Nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Matthew.” He reached out once more, this time to offer a simple handshake. Matt obliged, returning a strong, firm handshake. In mere moments, almost as if on cue, Alfred came bursting through the door, Al in tow. As soon as he spotted Matthew, Alfred looked like an overexcited hunting puppy fetching a felled duck for his master. “Well, fancy meeting you here,” he teased. Meanwhile, Matt tensed up, glaring more at Alfred’s companion than Alfred himself. “Aww…Bagged yourself a pretty lil’ doe, did ya, Matt?” Al joked. He either thought he was somehow getting off scot-free, or he was going for a beating. Really, either one was fine with him. Judging by the rage building in those indigo eyes, the latter was looking more and more likely. Unfortunately for Al, Matt wasn’t about to lose his new gig for trying to beat the holy hell out of someone on the premises. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t officially on the clock at the moment, nor that Al was rather deserving of the beating. “Tch. Better than that yappy chihuahua you have leashed right now,” Matt shot back. “HEY!” Alfred interjected. “Alfred, down,” Al commanded before pulling him close and whispering. “I’ll give you a bone when we get home. But you have to be a good boy first.” For the moment, Alfred backed off… until he had to ask some burning questions. “Tell me, Mattiepop – who’s the boytoy?” “Tactful as always, aren’t you, Alfred?” Matthew asked before taking Matt’s hand once more. “This is Matt. Matt, this is Alfred and—” “You can skip the intro,” Matt interrupted. “Hippie over here told me ALL about him already.” “Hey, I know we’re exes and all, but that’s no reason to get jealous,” Al taunted, still trying to get under Matt’s skin. “So, how long’ve you and Doe Boy been a thing?” “Don’t you think ‘Dough Boy’ would be a more fitting for your ball and chain?” Whoops, homophones! “That’s not what I meant, jackass!” He was beginning to test Al’s patience. “Now answer the question!” “Um, not even f—” SMACK! Matthew’s hand clapped over his makeshift-boyfriend’s mouth. It was supposed to be an act, for God’s sake! “Oh, not long. Maybe a couple of months or so,” Matthew corrected. It might have been enough to pull the wool over Alfred’s eyes, but Al didn’t look like he was convinced. “Name at least one thing you like about each other,” he challenged them. Unfortunately for him, Matthew didn’t really think about his answer. “He’s sweet,” he replied rather coolly. Al was honestly struggling to resist the urge to laugh hysterically. “Sweet?! That’s a new one!” Still, he let it go, goading Matt on once more. “What about you, bitchbaby?” He couldn’t help but smirk. It was a shame, really –all this goading, and he probably wasn’t even going to get the beating he wanted for it. “He’s pretty damn smart; I’ll give him that,” Matt answered. //Just a possibly bad judge of character, but you know…// “Oh my God, that’s so lamesauce!”Alfred crowed. Meanwhile, Al kept up the barrage of questions. “You two fuck yet?” “What kind of question is that!?” Matt snapped. “Just answer the question!” “Not yet! Happy now!?” “Then when?” “Just drop it!” Matthew stepped in. It was clear that Matt was starting to see red. “Or what?” Alfred picked up where Al left off. “Is he gonna kick our asses?” “I mean it, Alfie. Just let it go.” “Fine, virgins. We’ll drop it… As soon as you kiss. Right here, right now. And I mean a legit kiss – none of that pansy cheek-kissing or anything like that.” Alfred was sure he had them then! Matthew’s eyes shifted towards Matt, looking apologetic. Matt, on the other hand, wasn’t about to back down from the challenge – unless Matthew wasn’t up for it, of course. The latter worry was for nothing, as Matthew was definitely willing to prove the Americans wrong as well. Despite the rising heart rate and the forming lump in his throat, Matthew moved to pull Matt closer. Both of them took a quick, deep breath before diving in. So far, so good. Matt was actually the one to take initiative, glazing the other’s lips with his tongue and waiting for admission. His boldness was rewarded with a chance to explore Matthew’s willing mouth, as well as a little dance, said dance soon becoming a small fight for dominance. For all intents and purposes, Matthew was the one to concede. A few more moments passed before their kiss finally broke. Both Alfred and Al were stunned, and the Canadians’ defiant smirks added insult to injury. “Well, fuck me running,” Alfred finally spoke. “I guess you guys are legit.” “Yeah, no shit,” Matt mumbled. “I guess we owe you guys an apology. We were just screwing around more than anything else.” “Water under the bridge,” Matthew tried to assure them.
At that moment, awkward silence fell between them, which Al and Alfred took as their cue to leave. That atmosphere didn’t change with the Americans’ disappearance. “Well, I guess I owe you another apology, eh?” Matthew asked sheepishly. “I mean, you really saved the day, and… Well, would a coffee or something? I could leave after.” “Actually, I kind of thought we worked well back there,” Matt admitted. “And you don’t have to. I have to clock in here in a bit, anyway.” “Oh…” “Sorry.” Never mind that it couldn’t be helped. “It’s okay. It really was nice to meet you, Matt.” “You too. Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime.” “Maybe minus the hot soup?” Matthew had to laugh lightly. “I really am sorry for that.” “What did you say earlier? Water under the bridge?” It was that moment when Matt caught a glance of the clock overhead. 11:40. “Shit! I gotta go, sorry!” He rushed – well, sort of rushed – to the time clock. Thankfully, he left his apron in one of the small lockers beneath it. As soon as he was fully prepared, he punched in; 11:42 – made it with three minutes to spare! For a while, Matt was assigned to the register. Fate seemed rather intent on the makeshift-pairing, because one of the first customers he had to tend to was none other than Matthew. It took just about all of his sheer willpower to keep from trying to blush. “Hey. I mean, hello, sir. What can I do for you?” Professional customer service was definitely not one of his strong suits. “Hey yourself,” Matthew greeted with a smile. “Could I have a medium white hot chocolate, please?” “Milk preference?” “Ah, 2%, I guess?” “Whipped cream?” “Oh yes, please.” The enthusiasm warranted a warm smile from Matt. “That’ll be $4.77, please. I’ll get that right out for you.” Matthew paid up and gave him a rather heartfelt, “Thank you.” It took about four minutes for his name to be called. He thanked Matt once more before making his exit from the coffee shop. He looked at his cup after taking a sip and ended up stopping in his tracks. Was that really— Sure as day, in bold, black permanent marker, was a small series of numbers – a phone number, to be sure. “Call me if you want to start from scratch. – Matt Williams.” Matthew couldn’t be more excited in that moment.
To: monocirrus
From: baramatt
Matt comes home after trip 2 discover that his friend-of-a-friend petsitter is actually super cute. even if he does sleep on the job.
(Sorry for being late aaaah!!!)
To: canadasbutt From: ohpavi
'You're breaking the hearts of nature, so I'll be taking this!'
Prompt was Matthew being an esprit of the forest and Lumberjack!Matt discovering him! Sorry for it being a few days late but I hope you enjoy this and had a great time during the holidays! <33
To: geekie-mari
From: baramatt
AAhhh I’m sorry for being a little late, I was away from the computer for a while!! I hope you like the present though, your prompt for gingerbread house mishaps uvu. Also I hope you’re having a good holiday season!!
To: alyssfellintowonderland
From: canadasbutt
One of your request was a dysfunctional family christmas so I went with that. Sorry that it took so long émè I hope you had nice hollidays and you’ll like this dumb full of fluff gift! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
WOO what amazing art and fics!
Some of our secret santas have asked for a bit more time to work on their gifts, so please bear with us if you have not received your gift yet!
Happy New Year!
To: lord-of-nowhere
From: smieska
HI!! One of your prompts was mounties and I had to oblige. Matthew has a little scrapbook album of his special job, most of it is filled with a certain official mountie he loves running into
ENJOY!
To: Delicious-pervert!!! From: Kiro!! I hope you had a very merry Christmas! and I hope you enjoy your new years as well! Teachers in work shirts AND Christmas sweaters! They try to make it a secret they're dating...but everyone knows, they all know!
To: baramatt From: hutch-squared
Couldn’t decide which to do so you got a bit of everything! Hope you enjoy and had happy holidays :) (This was posted from my alt account)
To: quietcanuck From: rbcccmly
I hope you have had a great Christmas, and happy new year!! I hope this is fluffy enough for your prompt~ uwu <3 I’m still improving with backgrounds, sorry!! qwq
To : Just-a-waste-of-hydrogen From : Robospierre
Merry Christmas and happy new year !! I hope this is what you wanted ! I went with the third prompt (Crank Christmas gifts), in which Matthew gets these awful moustache goggles and doesn’t take them off for like a week !
to: smieska
from: monocirrus
original size in png: https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7519/15921078447_b08ae4f408_o.png
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I got smieska for this exchange! It was a lot of fun working on it, thank you!! I hope this turned out okay and at least a little like what you hoped for!!! The theme was “cake pops”!
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There were a lot of things which Matthew knew. He knew the words of Hemmingway by heart, could tell you the number of pancakes needed in a stack to reach the moon, and he was fluent in two languages. He couldn’t really be counted among the geniuses of his time, but he knew enough to hold his own. And he liked to think he knew himself. That Matthew Williams with his soft blond curls and sweet voice was gay was no surprise to anyone, least of all himself. And Matthew was comfortable with that fact, if not very vocal about it. He knew a lot about being gay, including where the clubs were and how to hide when threatened. What he hadn’t known was that gay men apparently had their own magazines.
“You want me to be a model?” he asked the mall scout, disbelief coloring his voice. He’d stopped at a food sample kiosk on his way from a fashionable shop after smelling something suspiciously close to maple and cake, and he hadn’t been let down. The kiosk was laden with kits that would make lollipops out of cakes, and maple had been one of the samples baking. He really didn’t need one of these, because he could just as easily bake a regular cake at home, but Matthew has a bad habit of buying things he didn’t need anyway. (He bought two.)
"That’s right!” the scout said. His name was Alfred F Jones from QF Magazine, if his bland business card could be trusted, and he’d been standing near the kiosk when Matthew had made his purchase. “You see, I work for a magazine and we’re supposed to get an ad running for these things,” he gestured broadly at the cooking kits, tan arm swinging wide open like Maria on the hills. “But we wanted something a little more exciting than stock photos! Something a little more eye-catching!”
Matthew stared hard at the business card, considering his options. He’d never been asked to model before. In school, he was always picked last for group projects and gym. And it hadn’t gotten any better in adulthood. Usually the world seemed content to ignore him, passing him by in the dull gray city on the way to their dull gray jobs. He was better at being bumped into, not noticed.
"…And you think I’m exciting?” Matthew asked. “Because I really don’t think I’d be any good at this sort of thing.”
Mr Jones waved him away. “No, no, see, that’s just it! You’re perfect! I mean, we already have another model that you’d be working with—that’s cool with you, right? ha!—and he’s, like, your total opposite! You’d look really good next to him! And good looking people sell things really well!”
Mr Jones had wonderful eyes, some part of Matthew thought. They were an intense shade of bright blue with little flecks of gray in them. And they made his whole face look kind of adorable when he was trying his apparent best to seem earnest.
"Just think about it, okay? It won’t be hard, I promise! You’ll get to keep the outfit and eat the prop cakes after. And we pay pretty well, too,” he continued after a long pause in which Matthew had yet to say anything. His mind was kind of busy doing cartwheels around his skull. “Our magazine is part of a niche market, but we like to produce top-quality content to satisfy our customers all the same!”
And just like that, Matthew had gone from worthy of a magazine shoot to ‘top quality’? This scout had to be pretty desperate to be laying it on this thick. One look at his pitiful expression confirmed his suspicion. Matthew sighed and lowered the business card into his pocket, the cardstock catching somewhere between his keys and his wallet.
“I guess I can try it out, eh, but just for this once, you know?” he relented. Mr Jones’ whole body appeared to be rapidly expanding with joy. Matthew quickly cut him off before he could say anything, “But if I don’t like it, I’m leaving, no questions asked, no photos used.”
Mr Jones nodded rapidly, and Matthew had the distinct impression that Mr Jones hadn’t heard a thing he’d said after he’d agreed. “Sure, yeah, that’s great! You have my number—did I give you my card? Okay, good! ha! Good—so you just give me a call sometime this week and schedule an appointment with me and our photographer, and I’ll get everything all set up! You can even bring a friend if you want, if that’d make you feel more comfortable! We don’t want anyone to feel comfortable, you know? And—” Mr Jones nabbed three of the fresh-baked cake pop samples from the kiosk worker’s kit and shoved them at Matthew. “Here! Have a few of these on me as thanks, you know, for letting me convince you! Makes my job a lot easier!”
There’d been nothing more to say after that, and Matthew had awkwardly shuffled away with his few shopping bags in hand.
He was going to model for a magazine he’d never heard of before.
For a cake-pop kit that was more of a curiosity than a kitchen staple.
He really needed to stop letting himself get talked into things by marketers.
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Later, when Matthew had finally gotten home, arranged his impulse purchases neatly in his house, had a shower, and ate a normal, boring dinner of KD and hot dogs, he took out the business card Mr Jones had given him, placed it on his laptop, and promptly forgot about it.
It wasn’t until two days later that he needed his laptop and saw the card again, staring up at him with quiet accusation. Feeling just a little guilty and more than a little anxious, Matthew googled QF Magazines and Alfred F Jones. Mr Jones’ grinning photo popped up right away, along with some articles he’d worked on. So Mr Jones hadn’t lied about everything. He really did work for a published magazine, even if his praise of Matthew was probably stretching the truth somewhere into fantasy land. Matthew didn’t bother reading articles; he was going to be modeling, not writing, so he ignored the links to article pages and clicked on the Image Search tab instead. And felt his heart thud to a stop.
The image results were nothing but ridiculously attractive men. And a of them were…
Matthew closed his eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths before opening them again.
Most of the men on the screen were in their underwear or embracing other men in intimate ways. It wasn’t porn (which was only a small blessing, but Matthew figured his heart would have quit working altogether if the magazine were pornographic). But the men posing for QF Magazine were definitely gay. Or at least appeared to be, if the way they easily touched each other in the photographs was anything to judge by.
Matthew hadn’t even magazines existed for gay men. It definitely explained Mr Jones’ reason for labeling it a ‘niche market’ magazine. But it didn’t explain why Mr Jones had picked . His sexuality might not have been a secret, but Matthew wasn’t what the world would really consider ‘flaming.’ And Mr Jones had said Matthew would be modeling with someone else. Another guy, even.
Another quick google search revealed the QF in QF Magazine stood for “Queer Folk.” He should have known. Matthew suddenly found himself wishing he had a friend to bring, as Mr Jones had suggested, if only for moral support.
Matthew closed the tabs and shut down his laptop.
He needed to think.
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He called Mr Jones the next day and got his answering machine. It was a Sunday, and around lunch time, so Matthew really hadn’t expected Mr Jones to answer anyway—that was half of why he called when he did. It was much easier to talk to a messaging machine that it was to talk to a person and have himself get sucked into something else. He gave Mr Jones some basic information, like his number and available dates, and hung up.
His phone rang less than two minutes later, and Matthew surprised himself by answering instead of letting his own answering machine collect the call. He wasn’t even really sure he wanted to go so public as to be featured in a gay magazine, and wasn’t sure why he was even considering doing this at all. He really should just hang up right now. It was still very early into this mad scheme. He could go back to his boring life in seconds, without any consequences at all. But where Matthew may have been hesitant, but Mr Jones was nothing but enthusiastic. And somehow, between the two of them they got a date set up for an appointment, and Matthew had a time and address written down on a crumpled corner of a half-started grocery list.
Matthew wasn’t sure he wanted to go, but five minutes before their agreed upon time, Matthew showed up at the studio clutching a small bag and the crumpled grocery list, and Mr Jones hadn’t yet arrived.
The photographer, a Mr Honda who could have given Matthew a run for his money in terms of awkward conversation, greeted him with a tape measure, a rolling closet, and crew of eager looking makeup artists behind him. Matthew soon found himself stuffed into a comfortable if scarily expensive outfit.
He was in the middle of having his face made over by a small team of cooing artists when the studio door opened again.
He’d thought it would be Mr Jones, arriving a little later than expected but with the giant smile on his face that Matthew had come to associate strongly with the scout. But the man who walked through the door, while blond like both Matthew and Mr Jones, had much longer hair and the slightly scruffy beginnings of a beard. Matthew noted the newcomer’s broad shoulders and strong arms and was suddenly glad for the chair and the face full of makeup when he felt his knees go a little weak. The guy was probably only as tall as Mr Jones had been, but his figure was striking and made him seem that much taller.
Unlike Matthew, man looked like a model. He was Matthew’s opposite in nearly every way – muscled where Matthew was trim, with a sharp jaw and a stoic mouth to contrast Matthew’s fairy chin and full lips. Matthew wasn’t ugly by any means; he was conventionally attractive and took care of himself well. But man was just… so…incredibly hot. Mr Jones’ words about at their first meeting about working with another model floated back into Matthew’s mind. And Matthew suddenly knew who he would be modeling with.
He was going to hate himself for this. He just knew it.
Mr Honda approached this new man and spoke in a low voice. Mr Hot said something in reply, and Mr Honda nodded in Matthew’s direction. Mr Hot looked over and locked gazes with a dry-mouthed Matthew.
Wow.
Wow. That’s intense, he thought feebly. Mr Hot looked away, and Matthew felt himself relax. Mr Jones burst through the studio door only a moment later, trademark grin in place, and Matthew realized that today was probably going to be one of the most memorable days in his unremarkable, boring life.
Mr Hot’s piercing gaze drifted over to Matthew again while Mr Jones spoke to Mr Honda with animated enthusiasm. Matthew sank a little farther in his chair, ignoring the tsks and tuts of the makeup artist currently sponging some sort of brown paste under his cheekbones.
The truth was, under that gaze, Matthew never stood a chance.
Hot and Cold
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.”
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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.
Cold.
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.
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“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.
“Lube?”
“Lube.”
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.
To: Baramatt From: Quintessentila Merry Christmas!