Mein Vögelchen

Eleven

My brother: when ya gonna get a boyfriend, Tracy?
Me: when I stop being gay, Derek

They got home at an unreasonable hour of 3:45 AM, drunk off their asses and clinging to each other excessively.
Matthew felt so fuzzy and warm inside. He had never gotten quite this drunk before but he still felt in control of his body.
His body that Gilbert was exploring with his hands.
The albino's fingers danced along Matthew's chest and then his tummy and then his...
"Aaaaaaa! Gil no!"
His hands had found...
Matthew's ticklish spot on his sides.
"Jou're ticklish?"
"Uhm...no...nope. Not at all."
"Don't lie to me, birdie." Gilbert's eyes were clouded with a sinister fog.
"I'm not lying at all."
"Zhen vhat is zhis?" Gilbert prodded Matthew again. The Canadian squeaked and jumped back.
"How dare you!"
"Jour ticklish!" Gilbert snorted. He pulled Matthew onto the floor and pinned him down, tickling him in various places until Matthew got so riled up he punched the Albino in the mouth.
"I'm calling the police!" The Canadian threatened loosely.
"Oh no I can't go back to prison!" Gilbert gasped.
"You were in prison?"
"Yeah..." Gilbert's face was straight. Was he serious?
"What for?"
"For murdering a good joke."
"What???"
"So zhis bartender valks into a bar...no vait I fucked up..."
"You're awful. I hope they locked you up nice and tight."
"Zhey had me in chains."
"Good." Matthew smirked. "Come on. Let's get to bed before our drunk asses do something we regret."
"I zhink I'm more likely to do zhat in zhe bed zhan out.~" Gilbert smirked playfully.
"You're awful."
"Nein! I'm awesome."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Prove it."
"I von a medal for a drinking contest once." He bragged. "Vant to see?"
"Sure."
"Come on!" Gilbert helped Matthew off the floor and lead him to a back room he hadn't seen before. There was a single trophy case with a light centred on it. Inside was a lone medal with a picture of a beer glass engraved on it.
"That is some metal."
"I know right."
"Can we go to bed now?"
"Don't jou vant to stay up und talk about boys?"
"Which boys? The boys from Marianas Trench? The boys from Simple Plan? What aboot the boys from The Stanfields."
"Vhat?"
"I know. The boys from The Stanfields aren't boys. They're men."
"I meant cute boys."
"Sean Mendez is cute."
"Ja. But I'm talking about boys zhat aren't famous Canadian musicians."
Matthew gasped. "There are other boys to talk aboot?"
"Ja." Gilbert declared. "Like Antonio. Did jou see his ass in zhose dress pants?"
"I was busy looking at his dance moves. They were mesmerizing."
"Marrie, vhy are jou so innocent und pure?"
"I dunno. I haven't experienced much?"
"I'm taking jou out again tomorrow. Ve can visit mein bruder! I forgot to introduce him to jou today."
"That sounds nice." Maybe Ludwig had valuable paperwork too. After all, he was the one who had hidden his current target documents in Gilbert's hands.
"Now ve can go to bed."
"Finally!"
"Race jou."
"It's on!"
The two took off without any countdown. They pushed and clawed their way to the top of the stairs and turned to corner to Gil's room. Matthew was in the lead but at the last second he slipped and Gil leapt to get to the bed.
"I vin. Haha loser!"
"Owww." Matthew groaned, rubbing the knee he had hit against the wooden floor.
"Are jou okay?"
"No!" Matthew screeched.
"Do jou need help?"
"Yeah." The blond didn't make any moves to get up. He waited until Gilbert helped him and pulled him into the bed.
"You're so warm." Matthew whispered.
"Am I?" Gilbert pulled Matthew closer.
"Yeah." Matthew closed his eyes and let himself enjoy Gilbert's presence.
Maybe it was the buzz from the alcohol he still had, or maybe these last few days had brought him closer to his enemy.
But Matthew had never fallen asleep more easily than right in his arms.

Haha gay.