Chapter Three: You Don't Date a Bro's Bro Man!
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A week had gone by with Ludwig living with the two men and it was like being tortured over and over. Ludwig would go about his business, either working in his room at his desk or be cleaning and/or cooking since he found that Alfred and Ivan's regular diet of fast food was not going to work well with him. And while he did these little duties and tasks, Alfred and Ivan tried to find any chance they could to just watch him.
They would watch as he sat hunched over his desk, looking over paper work or drawing something. They would stare as he cooked them dinner, doing so with such perfection and attentiveness as he moved about the kitchen, finding anything he needed.
Plus let's not forget the fact that he cooked in an apron, a PINK apron.
Ah, but it was when he cleaned that sent the boys over the edge. Ludwig always wore a tank top when cleaning, one that clung to his chest and showed off his muscles, much to Ivan's ever lasting joy of seeing the fabric hug his chest. He also wore sweatpant to be comfortable and Alfred would watch with much attention as Ludwig would bend over to dust something on a low shelf or to pick something up and those pants would show off his ass so well.
It was as if Ludwig was doing this all on purpose to fuck with their horny minds, and yet
Ludwig was completely clueless! He had no idea what Ivan was smiling about or why Alfred kept looking in another direction whenever he glanced at them as he worked. He just thought that this was something they usually did since he found them to be... well... insane.
Ivan and Alfred were thankful for Ludwig being clueless of their actions but at the same time they hated it! They WANTED the German to catch them in the act, to question them so that they could take advantage of him, maybe get to see a cute blush on his face and see how flustered he could get...
"ARG!!!" Alfred groaned, covering his face with a couch cushion. Ivan looked up from his laptop and raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
Alfred turned, giving the Russian a pouty face. "I want Ludwig SOOOO badly." He whinned loudly, making Ivan roll his eyes, having half-expected that kind of response from the blond.
"You are not the only one Alfred, but we just have to wait and see who Mr. Ludwig will go to first. Obviously me but that may not happen if he's straight."
A snort came from the other. "I doubt it, that man wears a pink apron and reads girly romance books. I don't think a straight guy does that. Plus he can cook!"
"We're gay and we can't cook." Ivan responded with a shrug as he continued to type. "He could actually be metrosexual, a lot of those guys act gay but aren't."
"Dude, you're acting as if you don't want him to be gay. Does that mean I can have him?"
"Not a chance in hell you little brat, I'm just thinking of the different situations that could come up if he is gay, straight, bi, asexual, metrosexual, or just about anything else." The taller man hummed, pausing in his typing to look at what he wrote before continuing. "But da, you cannot have him for he will be one with me soon."
Alfred frowned, giving him a half-glare. "Dude, seriously? You still doing that 'one with me' bullshit from middle school? I thought you gave that up."
"It's making a comeback. Now, why don't you do something useful instead of just whining and bothering me, hm?"
The blond got up from the couch. "Fine, whatever. Hey, when is Lud coming back anyway? Around five right?"
