PruCan one shot

Blind dates didn't have to be all bad…

The hour was late, the streets lit only by the orange glow of the streetlamps. It was damp, but not enough to be chilly, just the perfect night for a fall romance.

It's been said that most women can tell how the relationship will work out just by the first kiss. Would it work the same for men? Gilbert had to know; in fact he was bound and determined to make this the best damn kiss of Matthew's life. He'd blow the Canadian's socks off with this kiss.

However, Matthew had different plans. He wasn't going to give up his shy nature just because he had had a good evening. Francis had only introduced Gilbert earlier that week, and the air between them was still awkward.

"U-um…" Matt started to say; his hands bundled tightly inside his red sweatshirt pocket. "To-tonight was…was really fun…"And before he could stop it, a blush found its way to his cheeks. His gaze turned to the wet cement porch under his tennis shoes. "Thanks for…well…you know..."

"Ah~ it's no problem!" Gilbert boasted with a wave of the hand. "I mean come on! What kind of awesome man would I be if I let you get splashed by that jerk of a driver?" He huffed, taking the opportunity to place a hand on Matt's shoulder.

"Still…your clothes got wet 'n muddy…why don't you come upstairs? I'll wash them for you."

Oh this was too good to be true. Gilbert smiled with a polite nod "That'd be awesome." Yeah right. Polite.


So, with a deeper blush from the Canadian, and a jingle of the keys, they entered Matthew's home. Spacious. More so than you would think judging from the outside.

Matthew made a B-line straight for the bedroom for a change of clothes. As soon as the boy was out of sight, Gil started snooping. First in the closet; nothing out of the ordinary there, raincoat, hats, few dried maple leaves…and a box marked "From France DNO"

"D…N…O?" Gilbert pondered, taking the box from its home on the self. Kneeling, praying that Matthew wouldn't return too quickly, he rummaged through it. Handcuffs, dildos, masks, blindfolds, gags, straps-all sorts of things needed for one hell of a fun night.

The Prussian man couldn't help himself; his mind did a high dive straight into the gutter thinking about all that he could do to the blond in the bedroom.

Well, why not? They were both adults. Matthew was bound to have been curious about these things or he wouldn't have kept them. Yes, that was all the reasoning Gilbert needed to pocket a double-ended dildo, a bottle of aphrodisiac liquid, a ball gag, and a set of handcuffs.

"Oh Matthew~" Gilbert sang, heading for the bedroom. "Do me a favor and say ahh~?"

The blond turned around, dress shirt in hand "say ahh~ why would I-"

The moment Matt started talking; Gilbert jumped him, pouring half the bottle of aphrodisiac down his throat. "Drink it all down." He urged, cupping Matthew's groin "watch it work its magic."

Magic indeed. Matthew coughed and spluttered, but quickly became flushed and wiggled about to rub his fast growing erection against the fabric of his jeans. This was too embarrassing for him! How could Matt get horny on the first date? "Gil…Gil I…I…It--It

"It hurts, huh." The albino commented, gripping the man's balls. His answer was a delicate squeak and moan.

"I can't believe you opened that box…it-it says "Do Not Open" for a reason…That-that's for…for…"

"For? For making this the most unforgettable night of your life?" Gilbert brought the ball from his pocket "no more talking. Enjoy." He said, strapping it around the blonde's head.

From there Gilbert led the Canadian over to the bed, handcuffed him to the headboard, and proceeded to tease. The rest of the bottle he poured over Matthew's exposed chest, licking and sucking until he was in just as much need of release as Matt.

Dark spots of pre stained their jeans, had them grunting and groaning from the zipper biting into the sensitive flesh. "Scream for me" Gilbert ordered, freeing themselves from their cloth prisons. "Scream." With a smirk on his lips, the albino drove the whole '5 meters' home. Ripping, tearing, bleeding-searching. Searching for that one bundle of nerves that would send the Canadian into a pool of sheer ecstasy.

Matthew writhed in pain, muffled screams of agony bounced off the walls, yet he didn't fight. He couldn't deny that this feeling was slowly giving way to the best sensation of his life!

Faster, deeper, new rhythms, Gilbert moved in anyway possible until their seed was spilt. Thick amounts of the salty substance covered their sweaty bodies. Pants for air filled the room as they came off their high.

But it wasn't enough. Their bodies craved more-needed more! And at this point, it was mutual. Gilbert released Matthew from the handcuffs and flipped over. Matthew gratefully took his place sitting on the hardened shaft below him.

Bounce…bounce…bounce-thrust…and a build up better than the one before. A climax better than the one before.

Matthew unstrapped the gag and gasped for the cooling air.

"…you had better love me…" He warned with a joking smirk.

"from the moment we met." Gilbert answered, reaching up crash his lips against Matthew's.

Clothes were completely stripped and forgotten, sheets were brought up over their bodies, and the two danced the night away.

Yes, Gilbert thought, he had been right. The first kiss really did knock the socks off the Canadian. It just had a little help from his vital regions.