Canadian, Please! (A red velvet pancakes fic)

Chapter Seven

Matt awoke to find Matthew asleep next to him. He didn't know how he got there, but he laid there appreciating the warmth of his new boyfriend.

He got up carefully, as not to disturb Matthew, and went to the small bathroom in the back of his bus.

Matt had only washed himself once during the trip. He knew it was unsanitary, be he didn't really have time for it. Today, however, there was plenty of time.

They were being taken to the small city of Barrie, where they would be spending a week in a large resort condo with a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a patio. The trip would take about five hours.

Thinking about the coming up events, Matt slipped off his clothes and started running the water. He set it at the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.

Just as he was about to step into the shower, the door creaked open slowly. "Oh, shit, um, sorry," a soft voice muttered before the door was slammed shut again. It was Matthew.

Matt facepalmed himself, his face red. He forgot to lock the door. Now Matthew had seen his ass. "Good job, idiot," he grumbled to himself.

Little did he know, but Matthew enjoyed the small sliver of time that he got to look at his butt.

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Matt sat silently on the bathroom floor, brushing through his blonde hair. It was getting long and he vowed to trim it after the trip was over. He'd lost track of time and guessed he spent about maybe an hour or more showering.

He didn't really want to leave the bathroom. Ever. Facing Matthew after the incident would be touch for him. Even if Matthew didn't care it would still be pretty awkward.

With a long sigh, Matt pulled on a navy blue tee shirt and black jeans. He opened the door to find Oliver trying to teach Natalia to twerk and her screaming at him.

Emil was driving up at front, blocking them out with what seemed to be a song about... Chickens? He could see Vash curled up in the corner reading. No Matthew there. Must be in their room.

Matt gave a small tap on the door. And another. And one more. He thought that should've been enough of a warning and walked in to find Matthew staring out the window next to his bed.

"Oh, um, hi," he said, burying his face in his oversized sweater sleeves to try and hide his tomato colored face.

Matt gave a weak smile. "Hey, hey, it's nots your fault," he replied, "I didn't lock the door!"

All that emerged from Matthew was a small whimper. Matt sat on the bed. Leaning forward, He gave a small kiss on top of his boyfriend's fluffy hair.

Feeling this, Matthew looked up and over at the taller boy, with a small grin that quickly diminished. "So... You're not mad at me?" He whispered. The soft caress of Matt's warm hands on his face gave the answer.

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"Okay, about thirty more minutes until we arrive," the rigid voice of their teacher alerted. "Get all the things you need packed up, we won't return to this bus for a week."

The students dispersed quickly to their rooms, only to return with suitcases full of clothes, shampoo, and other amenities. Mr. Steilsson had stopped driving and was writing something down on a piece of paper. Matt glanced out the window to see large drifts of snow backed up by ski lifts and several large buildings with terraces.

Matthew shuffled quietly up to his side, the top of his head barely reaching Matt's chin. They smiled at each other as their teacher began talking.

"Ok, we have two time-shares. There are two bedrooms, one with two beds and one with one," he explained, "We are split into the groups of three we had in Toronto."

Matt screamed happily in his head but nodded slightly in real life. Natalia grabbed her bag and the condo key and left the bus. The two lovebirds followed silently.