Anon fails! This is why I should stop writing these things when I don't have the request in front of me. Cause I have a tendency to not follow prompts. I just... loved the idea of Al teasing Matt using his own music.
OTZ x infinity, OP.
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“Come oooon,” Al whined, spinning around in his chair in front of Matthew’s desk.
Matt, hunched over another piece of paper as he transferred it from the large stack on his left to another large, although less so, pile on his right, felt the beginnings of a headache start to throb in his temple.
“I’m doing work. You do know what work is, right?” Matt grated out, scratching his signature on the paper and then stamping his seal beside it before putting it in the ‘done’ pile.
“But it’s boring,” Al stated as if he had uncovered some great philosophical truth. “You’re becoming a little too much like Arthur.”
The throb took on a sharp pinch like an ice pick was being dug into his brain.
“I’m writing this because of your mistake,” Matt growled. “And since people tend to lump us together, I thought I should make sure that everyone knows that I had nothing to do with it.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Al protested.
Matt sighed, massaging his eyebrows. “Actually, it was. I wish you would stop making things so complicated.”
“I see the way you’re acti–”
“No,” Matthew said, lowly and dangerously, pointing his pen at Al like a weapon. “I will take your continuance of that as a declaration of war.”
“Pfft. You’re like a bird, you’ll only fly away,” Al teased, standing up from the chair. Matt rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
Sign, stamp. Sign, stamp. SiiIIII–!!
“Al!” Matt exclaimed, clapping a hand to the ear that had recently been the target of Al’s tongue as a blush ignited his features.
“What?” Al smiled, his hands already tugging Matt’s shirt out of his belted slacks as he sat on Matt’s desk, heedless of everything else already on it.
Matt attempted to swat him away and moved his papers out from underneath Al’s ass. “I’m working here. Will you quit it?”
“No,” Al laughed, sliding his hand up Matt’s shirt and watching as the flush moved from Matt’s cheeks to his cheekbones, causing a few of the freckles not faded by his insistence to stay cooped up in his office to pop. “I’m never going to quit. Ain’t nothing wrong with it. Just actin’ like we’re animals.”
Matt sighed again, the ice pick in his skull having upgraded to the jackhammer from hell. “Why does our music suck so much?” he asked forlornly to no one in particular. He attempted to ignore Al, just as he was ignoring the fact that he knew his face was bright red.
“Gosh darn it, Al!” Matt exploded as Al tugged the pen from his fingers.
Al tossed the pen behind him and leaned into Matt’s face. “What now?” he grinned.
Matt glowered back. “I—”
Then Al was kissing him, and despite his annoyance, despite the construction crew of the damned drilling his frontal lobe, Matt couldn’t help himself from melting slightly. Al’s tongue flickered at the corner of his mouth, and Matt groaned, opening his lips. Al smiled and leaned in, only to freeze as something pointy poked into the soft underside of his chin.
Matt sat back with a cocky half-grin, holding up a new pen. “I have a whole drawer full. I could go all day.”
To his surprise, instead of a pout, Al threw back his head and laughed. “I sure hope so,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
Matt’s blush escalated, but with a ‘humph’ he went back to his work.
Sign, stamp. Sign…
He looked over to where his hand was grasping empty air, then up to where Al was dangling the seal from two fingers. His grin lighting up as soon as he saw Matt looking at him, Al stuffed the stamp down his pants. Matt’s jaw fell in a mixture of disbelief and astonishment.
“Give me back my stamp,” he demanded, holding out his hand.
Al grinned and wiggled his crotch at Matthew. “Come and get it.”
“Holy hockey sticks, Alfred!” Matt shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk. “What is your problem?”
“A little sexual frustration,” Al replied, barely able to keep in his laughter at the look of the flustered Canadian. “Combined with lack of motivation…” He didn’t get to finish as Matt put his hands on Al’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Oooh, pushing over the desk. Kinky.” He looked up at Matt with a grin. “Man, I feel like a woman.”
At his last words, Matt’s anger seemed to crack, and suddenly he snorted.
“I hate you so much,” he said, although the sparkle in his eyes and the laughter in his voice both countered his words.
“And my heart will go on and on,” Al replied, holding Matt’s hips as he climbed up to straddle Al’s lap.
Matt snorted again. “She’s practically yours now, not mine.”
Al grabbed Matt’s tie and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath apart. “I’ll be giving her back as soon as I’m able,” he promised, licking a line across Matt’s lower lip as the other man unbuttoned Al’s pants.
“Since when have you been a Canadian music trivia buff?” Matt asked, sliding his hand into Al’s underwear, smiling when Al grunted softly.
“I know all,” Al grinned.
Matt retaliated to the cocky statement with a bite to Al’s mouth and pulling his hand back out, grinning when Al moaned his disapproval of that action.
Matt set aside the stamp he had reacquired from Al’s pants and gave the man lying on his desk a mock frown. “I’m going to forgive you your actions that forced me to do all this work, then interrupting said work, then putting my official seal into your underwear of all places…”
He leaned down.
“But only if you seek Amy.”
Al grinned and slid his hands under the waistband of Matt’s pants to stroke the bare skin of his hips. “I think the only thing to say to that is Oh Canada.”
...WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IS AMAZING AUTHOR-SAN. I love it. I love you. God, this was so adorable/hot... your writing made it all the better, and the dialogue was so unf <3
Avril Lavigne, Nelly Furtado, Nickelback, Prozzak, Shania Twain, and Celine Dion I get (although I had to check on the Prozzak one), but Britney isn't Canadian.
However, that didn't stop me from enjoying this immensely!
I just have to say, I friken' love you for this! :D
(After writing the request I kinda looked back at it and realized how ridiculous I sounded, What the hell self? Refrences to Canadian songs AND Spongebob while France videotapes? You've gone to far! Hopefully the writer looks at the "You can do anything" part...and chooses the parts that seem possible.)
AND YOU DID! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! :D *MWA* Awesome stuff!!!
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Someone else please write this too! D: [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 06:26 am (UTC)(link)OTZ x infinity, OP.
**
“Come oooon,” Al whined, spinning around in his chair in front of Matthew’s desk.
Matt, hunched over another piece of paper as he transferred it from the large stack on his left to another large, although less so, pile on his right, felt the beginnings of a headache start to throb in his temple.
“I’m doing work. You do know what work is, right?” Matt grated out, scratching his signature on the paper and then stamping his seal beside it before putting it in the ‘done’ pile.
“But it’s boring,” Al stated as if he had uncovered some great philosophical truth. “You’re becoming a little too much like Arthur.”
The throb took on a sharp pinch like an ice pick was being dug into his brain.
“I’m writing this because of your mistake,” Matt growled. “And since people tend to lump us together, I thought I should make sure that everyone knows that I had nothing to do with it.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Al protested.
Matt sighed, massaging his eyebrows. “Actually, it was. I wish you would stop making things so complicated.”
“I see the way you’re acti–”
“No,” Matthew said, lowly and dangerously, pointing his pen at Al like a weapon. “I will take your continuance of that as a declaration of war.”
“Pfft. You’re like a bird, you’ll only fly away,” Al teased, standing up from the chair. Matt rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
Sign, stamp. Sign, stamp. SiiIIII–!!
“Al!” Matt exclaimed, clapping a hand to the ear that had recently been the target of Al’s tongue as a blush ignited his features.
“What?” Al smiled, his hands already tugging Matt’s shirt out of his belted slacks as he sat on Matt’s desk, heedless of everything else already on it.
Matt attempted to swat him away and moved his papers out from underneath Al’s ass. “I’m working here. Will you quit it?”
“No,” Al laughed, sliding his hand up Matt’s shirt and watching as the flush moved from Matt’s cheeks to his cheekbones, causing a few of the freckles not faded by his insistence to stay cooped up in his office to pop. “I’m never going to quit. Ain’t nothing wrong with it. Just actin’ like we’re animals.”
Matt sighed again, the ice pick in his skull having upgraded to the jackhammer from hell. “Why does our music suck so much?” he asked forlornly to no one in particular. He attempted to ignore Al, just as he was ignoring the fact that he knew his face was bright red.
[2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 06:29 am (UTC)(link)“Gosh darn it, Al!” Matt exploded as Al tugged the pen from his fingers.
Al tossed the pen behind him and leaned into Matt’s face. “What now?” he grinned.
Matt glowered back. “I—”
Then Al was kissing him, and despite his annoyance, despite the construction crew of the damned drilling his frontal lobe, Matt couldn’t help himself from melting slightly. Al’s tongue flickered at the corner of his mouth, and Matt groaned, opening his lips. Al smiled and leaned in, only to freeze as something pointy poked into the soft underside of his chin.
Matt sat back with a cocky half-grin, holding up a new pen. “I have a whole drawer full. I could go all day.”
To his surprise, instead of a pout, Al threw back his head and laughed. “I sure hope so,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
Matt’s blush escalated, but with a ‘humph’ he went back to his work.
Sign, stamp. Sign…
He looked over to where his hand was grasping empty air, then up to where Al was dangling the seal from two fingers. His grin lighting up as soon as he saw Matt looking at him, Al stuffed the stamp down his pants. Matt’s jaw fell in a mixture of disbelief and astonishment.
“Give me back my stamp,” he demanded, holding out his hand.
Al grinned and wiggled his crotch at Matthew. “Come and get it.”
“Holy hockey sticks, Alfred!” Matt shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk. “What is your problem?”
“A little sexual frustration,” Al replied, barely able to keep in his laughter at the look of the flustered Canadian. “Combined with lack of motivation…” He didn’t get to finish as Matt put his hands on Al’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Oooh, pushing over the desk. Kinky.” He looked up at Matt with a grin. “Man, I feel like a woman.”
At his last words, Matt’s anger seemed to crack, and suddenly he snorted.
“I hate you so much,” he said, although the sparkle in his eyes and the laughter in his voice both countered his words.
“And my heart will go on and on,” Al replied, holding Matt’s hips as he climbed up to straddle Al’s lap.
Matt snorted again. “She’s practically yours now, not mine.”
Al grabbed Matt’s tie and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath apart. “I’ll be giving her back as soon as I’m able,” he promised, licking a line across Matt’s lower lip as the other man unbuttoned Al’s pants.
“Since when have you been a Canadian music trivia buff?” Matt asked, sliding his hand into Al’s underwear, smiling when Al grunted softly.
“I know all,” Al grinned.
Matt retaliated to the cocky statement with a bite to Al’s mouth and pulling his hand back out, grinning when Al moaned his disapproval of that action.
Matt set aside the stamp he had reacquired from Al’s pants and gave the man lying on his desk a mock frown. “I’m going to forgive you your actions that forced me to do all this work, then interrupting said work, then putting my official seal into your underwear of all places…”
He leaned down.
“But only if you seek Amy.”
Al grinned and slid his hands under the waistband of Matt’s pants to stroke the bare skin of his hips. “I think the only thing to say to that is Oh Canada.”
TOTALLY NOT OP
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 06:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 06:58 am (UTC)(link)This was highly amusing, anon. xDD
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 08:49 am (UTC)(link)So much love for this, omfg, author-kun-desu.
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)I LOVE YOU! but am not OP. ♥ BUT I STILL LOVE YOU.
oh oh oh~
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Anon reader just about choked on her dinner. You win dear writer. Also not the op btw
Re: oh oh oh~
(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)oh, britney spears reference ftw.
that made my day.
Re: oh oh oh~
(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 08:45 am (UTC)(link)That's a Shania Twain reference.
._.
Re: oh oh oh~
(Anonymous) 2009-04-07 02:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 05:25 am (UTC)(link)However, that didn't stop me from enjoying this immensely!
Writer!anon
(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Writer!anon
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 08:00 am (UTC)(link)OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)(After writing the request I kinda looked back at it and realized how ridiculous I sounded, What the hell self? Refrences to Canadian songs AND Spongebob while France videotapes? You've gone to far! Hopefully the writer looks at the "You can do anything" part...and chooses the parts that seem possible.)
AND YOU DID! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! :D *MWA* Awesome stuff!!!
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 06:06 am (UTC)(link)This anon has been satisfied for life <3