Guardianship Chapter 10 MATURE

At the new voice in the room, that one that belonged to his ever doting adopted father, Matthew was sure he let out a little scream, a look of pure shock on his face.

Which (added to the fact that it was dripping with cum) made him look rather erotic.

Matthew didn't stop to stare at his guardian however.

The Canadian had enough sense to stand to his feet, pulling up his jeans quickly and tucking himself in, running out of the room and past Arthur to the little toilet at the bottom floor of the house.

Oh God, Matthew was flushed, so dark he felt like he was going to faint, and now locked in the toilet (no matter how selfish he knew it was, leaving Alfred to face the music), Matthew cleaned off his face, starting to feel rather humiliated.

"B-Bloody Hell" Arthur had stumbled into the house slightly as Matthew rushed past him, and the Brit kicked the door behind him closed, leaning back against the wooden frame, unable to fully register just what it was that he had witnessed.

Green eyes turned to stare at Alfred, naked on the sofa, and Arthur could feel the flush reach his neck as he approached the little American.

"Just... what the bloody hell do the two of you... think you were doing-"

"-I swear this was the first time, Artie!"

Alfred interrupted quickly, a look of slight distress on his face, flush covering his face, neck and ears, bright blue eyes wide and wet.

Since when had he resorted to calling their guardian Artie? He called him Arthur now! He wasn't a child anymore!

"B-Besides, I didn't even plan on it, but I was showering, and then I got hard, and it was the first time y'see! And I was just gonna go to m' room and jerk off, but then Mattie was there, and he wanted to help, and I wanted him to, and we kinda messed around, and then I wanted to do him against the couch and I'm sorry we ruined it! But I'll clean it I swear!"
Throughout this hastily spoken explanation, Alfred had grasped onto one of the cushions, covering his crotch the best that he could, shoulders slightly hunched and feet shifting anxiously about on the floor.

"I-I'll get dressed now and clean it, I'm sorry Artie, please don't be mad! Don't be mad at Mattie either! We're sorry! It won't happen again, I promise!"

Arthur shook his head, starting to feel the affects of the alcohol more now that he had stopped walking in the fresh air.

"Don't interrupt me lad" he had swayed slightly on the spot, before slipping into his arm chair in the corner of the room, facing Alfred as he started to unbutton his waist coat.
"What did you think the two of you were doing... without me?"

For a second Arthur's eyebrows furrowed, his concentration fully focused on trying to undo the last button on his waist coat. No matter how hard he tried his finger would keep slipping just as he was about to make it.

It was quickly getting him frustrated.

"Because damn it all to bloody hell, I deserve to be in on the action!"

Matthew by this point, had ventured out of the bathroom, and was looking with a shocked expression between Arthur and Alfred.

"You... You mean you wanna… with the both of us?"

"Want to. Lad. Just because I'm drunk, doesn't mean you can let your grammar slip"

The Canadian couldn't help himself as a grin slowly spread over his face, and while Arthur was still struggling with the button, Matthew glanced to his brother, mouthing 'You up for it?'

Well… Alfred was certainly in a state of shock.

It took the American a few moments to register what his guardian had said, then another few more to realize that Matthew had returned to the room, and then another long moment more for him to realize what his brother-by-law was implying, and what their guardian had been implying.

But once he had caught on, the elder of the two turned to face Matthew, and slowly, a devilish smirk tainted his lips.

"Fuck yeah," he mouthed back, lifting the cushion only enough so that Matthew alone could watch his hand slip back down, calloused and strong fingers curling around his length before giving it a firm tug.

The blonde's eyelids fluttered, breath catching in his throat, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan, repeating the action a few more times, before letting out a soft, breathy and needy, "Artie…"

Standing up on wobbly legs, Alfred felt his cheeks grow hot as he held the cushion before his nether regions once more, looking over to the Brit pleadingly.

"Does daddy wanna play?" Matthew would join in. He knew.

Old man was screwed!

Alfred alone calling him 'Daddy' (something that neither of the two had done their whole lives) was enough to make Arthur moan.

Not loudly, but still.

That soft moan that fell from their guardian's lips was sign enough to Alfred that the older man enjoyed being called such a thing.

That had been an accidental discovery of the other's kink, and the American was going to use that to his full advantage- as would Matthew.

It seemed like the secret was out, and the alcohol induced Brit was well beyond coherent thought, if the way he palmed himself was anything to go by.

Watching as Alfred stood before him, cushion covering up the male, Arthur licked his lips, hardly aware that he was palming himself through his trousers, slouching back on the arm chair he had collapsed in.

Now this was what he had been dreaming about ever since the twins were old enough to be considered legal!

Watching out of the corner of his eye as Matthew walked up to Alfred, Arthur was pleasantly surprised when pale hands slipped to the American's waist and then behind the cushion that was hiding what Arthur wanted to see.

Matthew was leaning his head against Alfred's shoulder, a flushed look on his face as he pressed up against his brother-by-law.

"I think Daddy does wanna play Alfie, but I don't think he wants his cushion wrecked, why don't you put it down..." Matthew rubbed the side of his face against his brothers, his hands slipping back from behind the cushion to the front of his own trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

Shuddering against his brother's body, Alfred made a soft noise as his fingers clutched onto the cushion tighter. He could hear rather than feel Matthew shed his pants, and it made him shiver.

Why was it so easy for his twin, damn it?

Alfred was the confident and out there one! And he was not about to be outdone before their guardian!

"You have no reason to be shy in front of Daddy right?" Matthew had uttered.

Arthur swallowed a lump in his throat as violet eyes looked to him, and for once the Guardian could see that Matthew wasn't as innocent as he would often make out to be.

Arthur's hips rose as he gave a particularly hard stroke to himself, and the Brit couldn't help but moan happily.

"You're lucky I don't bloody spank you for messing up my furniture… but you can still make it up to me lads."