Canadian, Please! (A red velvet pancakes fic)

Chapter 11

((Smut warning!!))

Matt opened the front door of their timeshare and him and his boyfriend walked inside.

"We're back, Natalia!" He yelled.

"I'm right here, you don't have to yell like that!" She held up her hand from the couch so it was in view and let it fall down.

Matthew laughed slightly and looked up at Matt. They had just returned from skiing and it was about 3:00 PM. Their clothes were cold and damp, and their hair was riddled with tiny specks of white.

The two entered the bedroom they shared and started removing their snow gear. When it came two actual clothing, they always changed in separate rooms.

"I'll be in the bathroom," Matthew said as he gathered up warm clothes from his drawers.

"You don't want to change with me?"

Matthew's face turned red in a flash. He turned to see a sultry looking Matt with a faint smile.

"I-I... Um.. Well I'm not very... O-okay..."

He felt the warm touch of Matt's fingers run down his back, which sent shivers through him. Matthew was then greeted with a gentle nip on his ear.

"Hm.. Moaning already...?"

Matthew looked down to see Matt reach towards his member, then softly stroke the tip. He couldn't help it, and he muttered a soft groan again. It caused a small laugh to come from Matt, only it wasn't the mean kind, it was attractive.

Matthew was pulled over onto the bed and on top of Matt, who continued to bite his neck and stroke him. He could feel a large, hard lump underneath him growing.

Matt worked carefully at removing the rest of their clothes, then laid back into the headboard where he gestured to his member. Matthew nodded, face burning red and crawled forward.

He stuck it in his mouth and ran his tongue around it delicately. He hoped he was doing a good job and making Matt happy.

He looked up at his with innocent eyes which made Matt's cheeks go red. He grabbed the back of Matthew's head and pulled him down deeper.

Matt was biting his lip, trying to keep in his moans. And they continued, long into the evening.

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The next morning, Matthew shifted uncomfortably in the long corridor outside the timeshare. It was cold and his bum was sore from the events of last night.

"Okay... Do not be alarmed, everybody, but there is a large blizzard coming straight for us," said Mr. Steilsson rather cooly. A murmur erupted among the small group of students.

"It will delay our trip back home by about three days, so wash your clothes," He continued, "You will be staying inside for two days, so I suggest you ration the extra food I'm bringing later. And Thanksgiving will be held in your respective timeshares. Thank you."

Him, Natalia, and Matt scuffled through the door, closing it with a sigh behind them. Natalia, with an angry scowl, started pacing back and forth.

"I want to go home and see my younger brother, for fucks sake!" She started to rant, "And my big sister, she's a crybaby but she cooks really good!"

"Natalia ju-" Matt started before being cut off.

"Fuck the fucking weather! Fuck this shit!" She stormed away to her bedroom, slamming the door loudly.

There was an awkward pause, Matthew stared silently down at the floor and Matt tapped his fingers against his thigh.

"Hey, Matt, do you miss your family?"

A small grunt was emitted by Matt before he ran his hands through his hair.

"I would," he started, with a weird look in his eyes,"If there was a family to miss.."