Window Games

Chapter 2

A/N: I'm back! I didn't think this would take so long, but I got kind of overwhelmed by the positive response on the first chapter and then school got busy...But anyway! Hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner...You can always just give me a push or just talk about ships on tumblr; that usually helps

Thanks again to damtoti and genoviandiary for editing~

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"Hey, did you get laid or something? You're in a good mood."

Gilbert looked up to see Alfred peeking around the doorframe into his tiny office, looking at him curiously. Gilbert just grinned back at him, pushing away from his desk.

"Not yet, but I've got high hopes," he replied, wiggling his brows, "Hot new guy just moved in across the street."

"Dude, how do you know he even saw you?" another blond asked, butting in, "Besides, you can't tell by looking at him if he'd even be interested." Mathias scooted his chair over to join the conversation, abandoning his cubicle entirely.

"Oh, trust me, he's interested," the German replied smugly, undeterred by their skepticism, "He stripped for me."

"Wait, seriously?" Alfred asked, eyes going wide as saucers, "Are you sure he knew you were watching?"

Gilbert scowled, wondering if he would ever catch a break with his friends. The worst part was that they didn't even seem to be joking.

Before he could snap back at them, Alfred's brother spoke up. Matthew was a little younger and a lot quieter than Alfred. He and Gilbert shared the office.

"I'm sure there was some kind of mutual agreement," he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. Alfred and Mathias exchanged a glance, but let the subject drop. A few minutes later they were back at the desks, leaving Gilbert and Matthew in peace.

Well, as much peace as Gilbert could expect to get after bringing up this particular subject.

"So, what happened?" Matthew asked after the silence had lingered for a few minutes, "Did you somehow sign to him what you wanted? I didn't even know you knew ASL."

"I don't," Gilbert grumbled. He tried to ignore the subject for a while, but he could feel Matthew's eyes on him still and that wasn't going to help him get any work done. The German sighed, pushing back again and fixing his coworker with a steady gaze.

"He started to undress, and I didn't want to seem like some creep if he found out I was watching, so I got his attention by flickering the lights. He just smirked at me and stripped. I know he saw me, and he knows I saw him. He totally did it on purpose."

Matthew nodded, apparently satisfied by the explanation. Again, there was silence for a few minutes.

"So, you already want him? If you didn't, you probably wouldn't let him know you were watching, right?"

Gilbert's cheeks flushed at that, the light flood of color made more obvious by his naturally pale skin.

"I mean...Yeah, I guess..." Gilbert grumbled, staring down at his lap. He could still feel Matthew's eyes on him, so he knew the Canadian still had something to say. He waited as patiently as he could, fidgeting a little with a loose thread on his sleeve. Damn, he should cut that later.

"Is it just his looks, or the fact that he's willing to give you a show?" Matthew asked finally.

"Both?" Gilbert answered after a moment, his voice sounding uncertain even to his own ears, "I mean, does it matter? Free entertainment, dude."

He grinned, making Matthew roll his eyes. Deciding he didn't want to dwell on the subject, Matthew just mumbled an exasperated "good luck" and turned back to the screen of his laptop.