Tame Me: Prucan

Eight

I'm posting two chapters today bc the authors notes are 11 days out of date and I wanna catch up.

"Sooooooo, how'd it go?" Peter pried the next morning as Matthew worked the pan on the kitchen stove.
"It was fun." Matthew recalled, a faint smile on his face as he remembered the feeling of Gilbert's lips pressed into his hands. He desperately wanted those lips to kiss other places on his body. His mouth, his jaw, his neck and his-
"Dick!" The two heard Alister shout at Arthur upstairs. God them two. Always bickering. This was just like back home.
"Fun? That's all?"
"Yeah. We just chatted for a while and then parted ways." The Canadian shrugged.
"Are you gonna see him again?" What was with this child? Why was he so nosey?
"Actually...he's coming over for breakfast today..."
As if on cue, the two boys heard a knock at the door. Matthew eagerly rushed to answer it.
"Guten morgen!" Gilbert strutted into the house as if he owned it and sat down at the table.
Matthew broke into a grin and skipped to the kitchen where he went back to cooking.
"Um...hello..." Peter muttered shyly. He wasn't normally like this...
"Hallo! Jou're Peter, right?"
"Yeah..."
Gilbert smiled at the boy, coaxing him out of his shyness. "Jour bruder sure is awesome, isn't he?"
"Uh...I guess..."
"You guess?" Matthew set down the pancakes, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean...yeah, he's great. He's nice and a great cook...and I hear he's a beast in the sack..."
"Peter! You're not supposed to know aboot that last thing for a few more years!"
"Yeah, well, our papa is French...so..."
"Matthew? Who is this?" Arthur padded down the stairs and dropped into his usual seat, taking his share of pancakes and scanning Gilbert questioningly.
"This is Gilbert. From yesterday. I promised to make him pancakes." Matthew explained.
"Ah. That's nice of you." Arthur nodded before sticking his hand out to the Selkie boy. "I'm Arthur, Matthew's dad."
"A pleasure." Gilbert recited.
Arthur nodded and began to eat, leaving the table in complete silence.
After they finished, Gil stood and took his plate to the sink like a good little mythical creature before bowing his head and heading out the door.
"He seems nice..." Arthur muttered. Oh no. He was trying to take Francis's place. Those wasn't good.
"Yeah..."
"How old is he?"
Matthew panicked. This was a Selkie they were talking about. For all he knew, Gilbert was an immortal...or maybe he was only a baby.
"I dunno."
"He better not be over twenty. That's where I draw the line."
-.- oh no.
"Line for what exactly?" Matthew took a sip of his Scotsburn milk.
"Dating."
He spit out his beverage. "What?!"
"You heard me. No playing around with older boys."
Ohgodohgodohgod.
"Yessir."
Arthur sighed, standing and starting out of the kitchen. But Peter stopped him.
"Hey dad, Me and Matthew are gonna hang out on the beach. Do you want to come with us?"
Arthur blinked in surprise. "Me? Really?"
"Yeah!"
The older Brit smiled and nodded. "Just let me get dressed."
The rest of the day was one of the funnest Matthew had ever had.
The trio built a sandcastle, decorated with rocks and the shells of dead crabs. (While other places have pretty shells and stuff lying around on the beaches, we really only have muscle shells and dead crabs. Yeah. Our beaches suck. But we're known for boats and fishing so the sea is where it's at. Not the shore.)
They were out until the sun set, casting pink light over them and their surroundings. Alister met them on the porch, muttering an old sailor's saying.
"Red sky at night, sailors take flight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning."
"So it's gonna be a nice day tomorrow?" Peter guessed.
"Aye. Maybe we'll take the ol' fishing boat for a run..."
"That sounds like fun." Arthur nodded.
The phone rang inside and the Brit rushed in to answer it. A few minutes later they heard him shout their way.
"Hey, boys. It's Alfred."
"Alfie!" Matthew ran into the house and snatched the phone away from his father, lying down on the couch for comfort.
"Hey bro! You'll never guess who's fucking who!"
"Oh my god who?" Matthew twirled his hair around his finger as he lie on his stomach like a teenaged girl gossiping with her besties.
"Well...I was getting back from being totally awesome at baseball #sports4lyfe and I was about to go into the changing room but I heard this noise."
"Go on."
"And then I heard a voice #omgscary."
"Yeah?"
"It was like 'hit me with the force of a great typhoon, Ivan.' So I totally knew it was Yao and Ivan doing the do. I decided to #gtfo because I still owe Yao money."
"You really gotta pay him back, bro."
"So...you're not hurt or anything?"
"No. Why?"
"Because it's @ivan. Didn't he #breakurheart?"
"Alfred, why are you talking like this? Are you hanging out with Feliks again?"
"Maybe."
"Don't do that. You're impressionable." Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Okay...fine...but I find it hard to believe that you're not aching with lovesickness or whatever right now."
"Did you seriously just call me to tell my the love of my life is taken and then precede to make me sad on purpose?"
"Kinda."
"You're a bad person."
"I know. Do you want me to beat him up for you?"
"Ivan or Yao?"
"Ivan?"
"No."
"Okay Yao."
"Still no."
Alfred sighed on the other end. "There's only one explanation as to why my little bro is perfectly okay with the love of his life being swiped away. And that's that you've found somebody else to faun over."
"How'd you k- I mean...maybe I grew out of that little crush."
"No way. What's he like? Is he cute?"
"You got me. He's very cute."
"Aw! What's his name?"
"Gilbert."
"Sounds foreign. What does he look like?"
"He's short with white hair and red eyes. And he's got nice muscles..."
"You've seen his muscles? Must be serious."
"I've seen him naked."
"Slut."
"It was how we met...actually...I found his-" he cut himself off. Alfred didn't need to know about the Selkies just yet. "Clothing."
"So ol' Alister lives on a nude beach. I must say, I regret not coming with you guys."
"It's a normal beach, Al. Geez."
"Mattie...I miss your pancakes." Alfred said out of nowhere. "And I miss you curling up in my bed when you can't sleep and watching cat videos with you and your weird music."
"CELINE DION IS NOT WEIRD!" Matthew shouted.
"No. But those east coast bands are."
"Get rekt asshole." Matthew hissed.
"Mattie, when are you coming home?"
"When papa and dad make up."
"But who knows when that'll be? It's lonely without you."
"I know, Al. I know. But we just have to wait it out. They can't keep us out here until school starts back up. So don't worry."
"I won't." Alfred sighed. "But anyway...I've got to go before pops yells at me for raising the phone bill. Bye bro."
"Bye." Matthew muttered before the line went dead.
He set the phone down just as Peter entered the room. He lay down on top of Matthew, snuggling into his chest.
At least I have him. He thought to himself. At least I have him.