Guardianship Chapter 6 Slightly Mature

It was a wet and rainy day outside, which put the whole house hold in a bad moon – Arthur because he couldn't sit down outside with a cup of tea and do some gardening, Alfred because he couldn't go outside all together (Arthur didn't want mud in the house) and Matthew… well, Matthew was in his usual mood 'when will the world notice me' kind of mood.

The years hadn't been very kind to Matthew.

As his brother had hit his teenage years he had shot up in height, now nearly as tall as Arthur despite being only 16, but Matthew wasn't as lucky as his twin, instead standing about a foot shorter than Arthur.

As such he was rather depressed – in school the only reason people noticed him was because he was short.

Slinking into his brothers room (one of the few people who would recognize him now and again), Matthew plonked himself on his brothers bed, waiting for the more popular twin to finish in the shower.

Despite Alfred being tall, Matthew knew his little secret, and little it was.

Alfred hadn't matured.

In that area.

Something that Alfred had always been mad about, since he had seen how large Matthew was.

Upon confronting Arthur (who laughed hysterically and then got a punch in his stomach and two moody teenagers for a week), their guardian had tried to ensure the both of them that teenagers develop at different rates, and although Alfred wasn't quite an adult yet, it was going to happen eventually.

Which was all good and well until Alfred had walked in on Arthur having a shower and ended up screaming at him because of his size and crying that 'you don't know what it's like Artie!' before running off somewhere.

Sex Education was interesting – watching his brothers' face as they saw the naked women on the screen. Although many of the lads in the class would say 'ew' they would still be interested, but Alfred really wasn't.

Neither was Matthew – he had already decided he was going to marry Alfred (they had finally established in the school that they weren't related by blood).

Matthew also had certain feelings towards Arthur – adoration, but something else.

Often Matthew had woken up with what Alfred called 'a boner', but had promised his brother he wouldn't act on it until they both experienced the problem – they wanted their first time to be together.

Turning his attention back to Alfred's room, Matthew let out a hearty sigh, violet eyes turning to the door.

Alfred was excited.

Oh yes, the young blonde American was practically grinning from ear to ear.

Well, sort of…

He felt a bit uncomfortable to be honest… And his smile was probably a bit of a grimace.

But whatever, who cared?

He was happy!

Why?

Because he was excited!

Ah… Well…

He was excited, because his body was also excited.

The American had pointedly refused to let his brother see him completely naked for almost a good year out of embarrassment, muttering nonsense on chivalry and "heroes don't show their junk". But really, he had been a bit ashamed…

But no more!

Finally- he had grown!

Not only a full few inches, but he was able to… well… Heh.

Yeah, he was [i]that[/i] type of excited. He'd been measuring himself, and though he hadn't ever noticed a difference initially, after checking back to what he had written down of previous measurements, he finally felt happy and confident with himself again.

Sure, everything else about him was perfectly fine—perfectly shaped jaw line, sharp and handsome face, bright azure blue eyes, sun kissed skin and toned body with muscles on the way, but, well, he'd just been a late bloomer down there was all…

Wrapping his towel around his waist, Alfred resisted the urge to touch himself, chewing on his bottom lip as he held the towel on with one hand, the other hand pushing open the bathroom door, peeking out.

Perfect.

No one was there.

Sneaking out, he moved to his room quickly, still slightly damp from the shower, droplets of water falling from dark blonde hair and rolling along his sun kissed skin and chest and lightly muscled abdomen.

Pushing open his door, Alfred blinked widely, a light pink colour tinting his cheeks when he saw, well, Matthew on his bed.

Still holding onto the towel with one hand, his other lowered to cover his more private regions (now definitely larger, much to his excessive delight, and also a bit hard) which had started to tent the fluffy white fabric that contrasted to his light tan.

"Mattie," he addressed, flicking his head lightly to get some blonde hair from his face, a droplet of stray water running tantalizingly along his jaw before rolling down the strong column of his neck. "Whatcha doin' here, bro?"

Matthew looked up as his brother came into the room, and the first thing he noticed was his posture.

Now, being Arthur's adopted son, Matthew had picked up a few things about etiquette.

Such as how to stand and how to tell how someone is feeling by the way they stand. Matthew could clearly see that his brother was excited, but nervous at the same time, and with his hands covering himself, Matthew didn't really think twice.

Perhaps his brother was still embarrassed.

"Waiting for you" Matthew muttered before laying his head back against his brothers bed, looking up to the ceiling. "Arthur is going out with Uncle Francis tonight for some wine tasting thing, and they're both downstairs, but Francis is in his usual touchy feely mood and I don't like it" Francis touching Matthew was fine, he wasn't bothered by it, but Francis touching Arthur – neither himself or his brother liked that, and they always got scolded for telling the Frenchman off for touching what was theirs.

"Thought we could do something together, seeing as Arthur is about to leave us for the night again."

Alfred made a slight face at the mention of the Frenchman.

That guy was pretty creepy, and he distinctly remembered a time when he had tried to win over the little American and take him away from Arthur. That pervert was… Francis was too close to their guardian and for him to be all touchy feely with Matthew!? Uh-uh. No way in hell!!

Of course, his heart beat a bit harder when Matthew continued to speak, blue eyes wide and a brilliantly vacant grin on his face, smile twitching. "Huh? Huh? Do something?" he repeated, swallowing hard, Adams Apple bobbing.

Laughing obnoxiously loudly, Alfred reached up and rubbed the back of his head, damp blonde locks dripping tiny droplets of water onto his shoulders. "Y-Yeah, sure, could you, uh, give me a minute? I've gotta, um, get dressed and, t-take care of something!" Laughing loudly to cover his nervousness, Alfred turned his back to his brother, all but crab walking to his drawers, trying to hide his obvious dilemma down south.

Matthew knew that something was wrong the second that Alfred didn't jump on him.

That wasn't like his brother at all.

With a frown on his face Matthew stood from the bed, almost running at his brother to stop him from running away, effectively pinning the elder against his chest of drawers. Now, despite Matthew's soft and petite look he was a fierce hockey player, and knew how to use his body weight as strength to pin someone down or body slam them.

With his arms wrapped around Alfred's, securing them against the taller's side, Matthew's violet eyes glared to his brothers blue ones. "What's going on?"

At first, Alfred gasped out, winded. "Holy shit, Mattie!" he spluttered out as he found himself pressed into the drawers, turning his head to the side to see—oh god, scary Canadian face… "J-J-J-Jesus Christ! Don't give me that face, dude!" he continued to speak, giving a little squirm, just to test the other's grip.

Hmm, fairly tight, but not something he couldn't break. Not with his inhumane levels of strength anyway. "I want to get dressed, bro! Chillax! Let go of me already!!"

Not only did he want the fairer haired blonde to let go, but he wanted to grasp onto his towel which was slipping, the knot having come looser in the full on body slam, dipping along soft hips that were, though strong, slightly soft with the evidence of one too many hamburgers.

Except now, that towel was hiding more than the would-be love-handles.

His erection, to be precise, and said erection was receiving quite the amount of friction right now.

Breath fluttering slightly, Alfred swallowed thickly, his Adams Apple bobbing once more in his throat. "Dude, come on, lemme go," he practically whined, "Don't make me force you off!"

It was a real threat that had been used many a times before, and Matthew had often found himself on the floor or against a wall or pinned to something by the superhumanly strength of the American, the taller, broader, sun kissed and muscled body holding him there.

It was their way of playing these days…

At the so called threat Matthew grinned, tightening his hold on his dear brother, playfully whispering in the American's ear. "Is that a threat or a promise eh?" Whenever his brother would tackle him to the floor, or against a wall in some cases, Matthew would itch with pleasure, having the muscular body pressing him down, legs holding him firmly.

Matthew was never one to pass up an opportunity to have his brother flushed and heavy on top of him, ready for physical contact.

Matthew wasn't exactly the reserved boy that teachers had come to expect, at least when it came to dealing with his brother - and Arthur at times. "Come on Al, don't be such a hoser eh? You love me right, so either tell me what's wrong or.."

Grinning, Matthew pressed his lips to Alfreds neck "or I'll force it out of you eh?"

If Arthur had heard the two of them bang against the chest of drawers he didn't pay it any attention, instead shouting up to his boys a farewell and 'don't stay up too late' before heading out with the Frenchman.

Now Alfred was at Matthews mercy.