Canadian Coffee Mishaps and other Strange Happenings

✖ Back Home ✖

Finally exiting the plane after a long flight, Gilbert went to the baggage claim while Matthew responded to messages that were blowing up his phone. Meeting reminders were even going off, even if they were for the next week. They had time to kill, days, actually. Gilbert's other plan wasn't set in motion until New Years Eve.

"Got the luggage, babe?"

"Ja ja," he huffed, returning to his manual labor and boyfriend. Walking out of the airport and getting into the car was a breath of fresh air. He missed his baby; his 2001 Chevy Impala parked unimpressively close to the main doors. You'd figure he'd have chosen a German made car, but no. He didn't.

"Do you want to chill at my house for a little while? I mean, you're more than welcome anytime," Matthew offered. Besides, they hadn't had much time to themselves since they had been at his parents for some time. The Prussian wasn't very cuddly in public, but alone he craved the attention.

"Yeah, sure. But I have a question," he said.

"What is it?"

"You wanna go to that Tim Horton's that we met at? I kinda want coffee that's not burnt. But after I go to my office," That was a reference to what he thought British coffee tasted like. Maybe it was only because Arthur made it. The wine though, was delicious. 

"Did you like, you know, me? Christmas night I mean. I tried my best but.. It was my first time."

Matthew started up the car, but was silent. That came up out of no where. Gilbert thought possibly, he didn't want to talk about it. Was he that bad? 

"Gilbert,  listen."

Oh boy.  Here we go.

"I love you.  No matter what.  So you had scars on your back from God knows what.  But it's not like I didn't enjoy you.  I had so much fun Christmas night.  With the man I love with all of my heart.  You aren't a fuck and dump person to me.  You're a gorgeous person inside and out who treats me like I deserve to be treated.  You're immature,  but I've come out of my reserved shell with you around.  Okay?"

Gilbert sat, trying not to cry.  That was most possibly the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him over the past couple of years.  He'd heard it from many people; he was a deadbeat,  loud, obnoxious German. But insults meant nothing. Not anymore.  He had Matthew to love him and make all of his worries melt away. 

"S-So,  it wasn't bad?"

"You have enough hickeys to feed a starved nation,  Gilly.  Obviously,  I liked it quite a bit." Matthew scoffed. He didn't just give neck bruises to everyone who walked his way.  Gilbert dared to grab a hand off the steering wheel.  Matt let him with no issue.  Kissing the top of his hand,  he smiled at him.  God,  he was hot.

"I love you so much.  And I think you're one of the most amazing people that I've met." The Canadian driver blushed heavily. 

"Thank you.  I love you too. More than you know."

"I'd believe that," he replied cockily. 
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"Home sweet home!" Matthew sighed,  stretching his arms over his head and leaning back like some sort of mediocre contortionist. Laughing,  he returned to standing up and looked behind him. 

"We're in my office,  Gilbert.  Not my house," Matt shot at him. They were there to grab paperwork that was covering all of his desk, much to his dismay. Work always seemed to catch up to him somehow. 

"Wherever you are,  I'm home," he answered. 

Smooth.  Matt leaned against a wall by the bookshelf.  Grabbing a hair binder out of his desk,  he pulled his hair back and sighed. In the light,  he was sexy as all hell.  But the Prussian would never admit that out loud.

Until he did.

"You look really fucking sexy."

"Do I now?" He looked over,  and walked his way.  Hips swaying,  he pinned him to a nearby wall,  sucking on his neck gently.  Just to add to all of the bruises and bite marks already there.

"Easy there killer," Gilbert laughed,  tilting his head the opposite way for him to gain a little more access. He looked behind him, out the windows. The sky was starting to get dark,  but not before all the colors around Them outside showed themselves. 

"Baby, look behind you." Gilbert stopped him,  and Matthew turned around.  It was as though someone painted the sky; twirls of orange with blotches of pink,  plus some yellow dropped just where it needed to be all across Toronto. They both walked over to the window.

"Oh mon dieu! Gilly, it's so pretty outside! Look at the purple over there!" The Canadian pointed out to the left.  He wasn't wrong.

"It's super nice, but not as nice as you," he cooed. Matthew laughed. It was beautiful. Like little jingle bells that echoed off of every space.

"Want to go back home now?" Gilbert offered, pulling him in so their hips were touching. Mattie was only a couple centimeters taller, so it wasn't too big of a deal whenever they hugged or kissed. 

"Let's go home, babe."

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This is a huge filler. NGL. But I hope you guys enjoyed!