~ That's a fiiiiiiiiine leaf! ~

~ I have mixed feelings about this one, so you can tell it's going to be something. ~

~ Alright, I'm just here to warm you that I'm going to be making this a lime? I think that's correct... ~

"I'm so sorry that I'm doing this," You sighed and brought the personification of Canada some tea.

"I'll be super fast, I promise!" You insisted, while Matthew was a sweetheart as usual. He was saying things like, "Nonsense!" Or, "I'm sorry that I got it in your hair, (Y/N)!"

"Don't be! I should have tied it back, or been more cautious!" You laughed and pat his head. Mattie grew flustered easily, which you were aware of.

Another thing you were aware of was his crush. On you. You weren't going to tease him about his feelings towards you, no, you felt happy.

You were quite overjoyed to find out actually. He had always been, well, more than a friend to you.

Anyways, back to the current event. "Alright, I promise I'll be quick! I just can't let this maple syrup stay in my hair any longer." You finished serving him tea, and made your way up the stairs to the washroom.

Once you hopped into the shower, Mathew began to be effected. And by effected, I mean aroused.

The thought of you in the shower, naked and water dripping off of your body... the idea of him being in there with you, his hands roaming all over you. With consent, letting them touch you in different ways, up and down. He and you becoming one, it made him, well, mad!

Of course, when impure thoughts pollute your mind, your body will react. Matthew's body responded to his desires, maybe even attempting to scotch their relationship.

Matthew had no choice now. He couldn't deal with the idea of you, his love interest, seeing him like that. So, at this point his only option was, yes... masturbation.

Normally you'd be a little guilty after touching yourself, maybe not. Everyone has different emotions.

So, who would blame Matthew if he did enjoy touching himself? He himself probably would.

Matthew could leave the house, maybe hop into his car and do what he has to do. No, that's too suspicious. "Oh, h-hey maple leaf... h-huh? N-no! I'm j-just hot, eh..!" That's not happening.

There was no way he'd go outside into the backyard. Let's be honest here, that's just idiotic. "M-maple Leaf..? What do you mean, 'My neighbours heard and saw you touching yourself from under the outdoor table?' I d-don't understand..!" That'll be too embarrassing.

So, in the end the downstairs bathroom was chosen.

Even if Matthew were to ignore his penis' desires, he knew it be like torture. Begging to be released, confined within his trousers. It'd be painful!

Matthew found himself in the washroom after rushing towards the room, gently closing and locking the door. He rushed to free himself of both his pants and boxers.

Matthew swallowed his pride, carefully wrapping his large and smooth hand around his member. He flinched at the contact, yet timidly rubbed himself, up then down. That was all.

A shiver ran up his spine as he melted into his own touch. Matthew's confidence began to grow, he bit down on his left sweater sleeve in attempt to hide his pants.

Matthew calmed himself before continuing. He was aware that he had limited time, so there was no option to be flustered.

Finally, he started to move his hand. He pumped his hand up and down, again and again and again and again. Matthew's nails were digging into his hand, his thrusting hips, meeting his hand,

His sleeve damp from his saliva. Matthew gasped and moaned picturing you, squirming and groaning beneath him. Yes! Yes! Yes!

He wanted more. He craved more! Only you could do this to him! Matthew could show himself to you completely and you'd smile and accept him completely.

His member began twitching, preparing to release his fluids.

It sickened Matthew to acknowledge the fact that he was thinking of you like that. He couldn't continue this.

His hand slipped from his member, shame filling his being. "Disgusting! Why can't I just be like... them, eh! I just touched myself to my best friend!'' Matthew breathed out. His lilac orbs, flooding with tears that were threatening to fall.

Matthew washed his hands, pulled his pants and underwear up. Guilt was eating him up inside.

Matthew sauntered out of the washroom, feeling different. He made his way towards your living room, his anxiety physically hurting him.

"H-hey, (Y/N)..!" Matthew stuttered and scratched the back of his neck. "Hey..." you climbed out of your seat. "M-Mattie, I didn't know you felt like that about me." You laughed awkwardly and made your way towards the tall Canadian.

"N-no! (Y/N), It's n-not like that..!" Matthew cried as he tried his best to get away from you and to the doorway.

You didn't plan on letting him get away, so you pounced on the poor man, knocking him over and down to the ground.

"P-please, (Y/N)... let me leave, eh..!" He begged, refusing to look anywhere near you. "Now why would I do that, Mattie?" You purred, grinding her knee into his crotch. Matthew whimpered, and covered his face with his arm.

"I don't think I rejected you," You sighed and pulled his arm away from his face. "Did I?"

Matthew was clearly still in that mood, so the small amount of contact down there made him feel weak.

He didn't want to come across as some... perverted man! But, he really did want you to touch and tease him like that.

Your knee rubbing against him, and your dirty little comments. You pinning him to the ground... it was too good to be true.

"N-no more..." Matthew pleaded, resisting his urges to carefully push you to the ground and tease you like you did to him. "I don't want this... I-I mean, y-you're the b-best friend that I have, and I really d-don't want to lose what we have." He gulped, "And i-if something does happen..." He gulped quickly, decided what to do and how to react. "You're going to be under me, not the other way around, eh."

You flipped the two of you over so that Matthew was on top, "Something's going to happen, then."

~ End ~