forum Time Travel, France, and Romance // OxO // Closed

Started January 18, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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“A spanish telenovela,” he said with a slight Hispanic accent. Matt would be proud. Though his voice was full of humor.
“I don’t know,” he continued. “I just want a warm couch. Blankets. Snuggles.”

He chuckled. "Mm. Don't think I wanna watch something in a language I can't understand, but. That does sound nice." he replied. "But what should we do about Marco and Matt?"

“They can come if they want. I have a big enough couch,” he said with a smile. He adjusted back up, looking at Jay with a grin. “I also have popcorn.”

He chuckled. "Mm. Alright." he straightened, looking at Lou with a smile. "Shall we ask them?"

“Sure,” he said, leaning up and looking over to the others.
“Knucklehead and Marco!” he called, catching Matt’s attention easily. “Wanna head out?”
Matt looked to Marco for the answer, his hands still tightly around the other man.

Marco blinked, and shrugged. "Ah…sure." he replied with a quick smile. He led Matt over to Lou and Jay, smiling softly. "Tired?"
Jay shrugged. "Lou is." he replied, kissing the Frenchman's cheek.

“Ay,” he muttered. “Don’t blame it on me.”
Matt gave a laugh. “Jay, you must be late, eh? That man is always tired.”
Lou narrowed his eyebrows. “We goin?”
Matt teetered his head, finally nodding. “Yeah, I’ll come.”
He still had not let go of Marco’s hand as he followed over to the duo.

Jay smiled. "Let's go then." He replied, and laced his hand with Lou's, fingers pressed to the other male's.
Marco didn't let go of Matt's hand either, smiling a little bit and very, very aware of Matt's hand in his own.

“Onward,” Matt said, beginning to do a slight exaggerated march. Lou shook his head with a smile.
“Yeah,” Lou said, beginning to weave through the crowd and soon break, the jazz still flowing. “Let’s get outta here.”

Jay smiled, staying by Lou's side as they made their way through the crowd. He hummed softly to the music as they walked.
Marco stayed next to Matt, running his free hand through his brown curls.

Lou took up Jay’s hand. The Frenchman’s was oddly warm for the rest of him being so cold. He intertwined his fingers in Jay’s, smiling softly to himself.
Meanwhile, Matt walked along joyfully, a slight skip in the man’s step.

(it's okay!)

Jay kissed Lou's cheek happily. "So are we heading back to your place for the movie, then?" he asked curiously. He wasn't sure what to hope for.
Marco's hand was still in Matt's. Not that he minded or anything. He definitely didn't mind.

“I was thinking Matt’s place, if you guys didn’t mind,” Lou said.
“Yeah, come on over,” Matt replied. He shot a slight mischievous smirk over to Marco, teetering his head in an almost taunting manner.
“Yeah,” Lou began, running his fingers through his hair. “Matt has like, a mansion, or whatever.”
Matt gave a scoff. “Okay sure. Anything to you is a mansion, apartment boy.”
Lou rolled his eyes with a smile. He looked over at Jay apologetically.
“See what he does to me?” Lou asked quietly, his voice full of sarcastic humor.

Jay laughed a little at their back and forth. "Dude, I've been living in a dorm room for like…ever. Even an apartment is impressive."
Marco narrowed his eyes a little at the smirk, smiling. "Not spendin' the night, buddy boy." he replied teasingly. "Unlike Jay here, I don't do hookups the first night."

“Is that what you think I implied??” Matt shook his head. “What a dirty mind you have, amigo. I was just thinking I have nerf guns.”
Lou rolled his eyes yet again, putting his head in his free hand and giving a long broken sigh, laughing slightly.
“The worst part is that he isn’t lying,” Lou replied. Matt just grinned.

Marco snorted softly. "Of course you have nerf guns." he muttered, laughing. "Of course." he shook his head a little, smiling.
Jay laughed. "Ha! Well. Maybe we'll have to see whose got the best aim. After all, we come from the land of guns." he was poking fun at his own american-ness.

Matt looked over at Marco, a quizzical look on his face.
“Excuse me?” he began with a laugh. “You say that like it’s an insult amigo.”
Lou nodded. “You’re childish, what can’e say?”
He then turned his attention back to Jay.
“And just because you’re from the land of guns doesn’t mean you can beat me.”

Marco shook his head. "Not an insult, doll. Just laughing." He replied with a light smile.
Jay smirked. "But, mon amie, I do believe that I can beat you." He replied, grinning.

Lou gave a sarcastic bewildered smile.
“You sure as hell can try,” he said, his voice holding a clear competitive tone. “I doubt you could actually.”
Matt waved his free hand with a scoff. “He will.”

Jay stuck out his tongue. "But I will, darling. I will." He replied with a wink, smiling at Lou and laughing.

The Frenchman tilted his head with a challenging smile, shaking it back and forth.
“Nope. I’m stubborn. I’m winning,” he mumbled.
Matt suddenly stopped in front of a large building. From the outside it looked more like a hotel entrance than an actual house. He just smiled and tugged Marco inside. Lou followed after, tugging Jay inside as well.
The house looked like Lou had said. A mansion. Inside as a piano, and past that a hallway into the gigantic kitchen. On either side were staircases, leading to a hidden uppper room. The lights were on and a girl looked over the railing, smiling at the four and waving.
“Welcome back, Mattie. And hey Louie!! Nice to see you again,” she said happily.
“Hey sis,” Matt replied.

Jay shook his head, kissing Lou's cheek. He looked at the house, eyes widening a little bit. "Jesus Christ, it's huge." He commented, raising his eyebrows. He waved at the girl, a faint smile tugging at his face.

Marco's eyebrows crept upwards, and he shook his head. "I wasn't expecting this big a house." He commented with a laugh.

Matt gave a shrug. “Just gives Lou more room to lose.”
“Hey Addie,” Lou greeted. The woman gave a smile, her long black hair curling to her shoulders. She had the same complexion as Matt, and the both of them were gorgeous. They were clearly related— dark kind eyes and a charming smile.
“Que tal, Louie. I’m Addie,” she said, regarding the two she didn’t know. “And I’ll leave you boys alone. I made some pancakes— they’re in the kitchen if you want ‘em. Buenos noches, chicos. Y tú, hermano.”
“Si, si, buenos noches,” Matt replied. “Gracias.”
“De nada,” she answered, walking back to her own room. Matt gave the guests a smile.
“Welcome to mi casa,” he said, beginning to walk to the kitchen. From what Lou knew, their kitchen opened into their living room as well, with a massive TV. He followed Matt, still holding Jay’s hand.

Marco studied the woman for a moment, then glanced over at Matt, studying the way they resembled each other. He himself was an only child, much to his mother's chagrin when he came out to her. When he told her that he wasn't her "little girl" any longer. That he hadn't been in a long time.

Matt looked back to Marco.
“You comin’, amigo?” he asked, turning around and walking backward down the elegant hallway. Lou was already leading Jay down the corridor, brushing his hand on the piano as he passed. They suddenly entered a massive kitchen, the ivory counters and cabinets spotless except for some flowers in vases and a single plate of pancakes.
Lou veered off to the left, where a big couch layed and almost an even bigger TV. None of it seemed to phase Lou, as he sat down on the couch calmly. He’d been over here too many times to count.

Marco nodded, following through the house. He reached into his pocket as he felt his phone buzz, but left it for later. He could answer it later. Not right now.
Jay stuck close to Lou, eyebrows raised as he stared around the house. It was a hell of a lot bigger than he had really been expecting.

Matt grabbed the plate of pancakes, setting them down on the coffee table in the room, beside the couch. He took a seat a slight bit away from Lou, figuring Jay and Marco would probably want to sit between. On on in Jay’s case, as he remembered the couch in the bowling alley.
Lou kicked up his feet on the table, putting his hands behind his head and letting out a sigh.
“What’r we watchin’?” he asked, glancing over at Jay and Matt.

Jay plopped down on the couch, moving until he was half on, half off of Lou's lap. The smaller American tended to be touchy like this, always liking being cuddled up with whoever he was dating.
Marco, on the other hand, simply sat down between Jay and Matt, leaning back and letting out a soft sigh.