Atypical Friday Night [Matthew]

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

Gilbert had been surprised, to say the least, when the hulking creature had gently taken him into his forelegs and pulled him into his belly. The bear had the smell of an animal, but also the faintest hint of Matthew's smell. Set at ease, Gilbert rested his head against the other's chest, putting out his arms to awkwardly hug the creature back.

Matthew was still making sad little grunt whine noises which the German miraculously recognized as apologies for the injury to his face... which was really starting to hurt pretty badly. He could only imagine how it would look in the morning, hell, even now he could barely see out of his eye from the swelling.

He chuckling quietly, though, experience having taught him that it would only make the other boy feel worse if he acted injured. Instead, he rested his head against the bear and patted him gently. "I'm not hurt... don't worry 'bout that - I've literally had lots worse. Heh... once when we were kids, West accidentally knocked out my front teeth when we were playin' football."

He laughed, finding that this proximity was warm and dry and really rather comfortable. He could almost fall asleep here...

The fuzzy shelter moved, then and Matthew began to gently push Gilbert towards the door. Staggering a bit, Gilbert began to comply. It was dangerous out here, after all, and he didn't exactly feel like getting struck by lightning after being bitch slapped by a polar bear. One injury per drunken night was more than enough for him.

However, as he started to go inside, he turned to see Matthew curling in on himself on the pavement. The bear looked so dejected and sad that Gilbert couldn't help but go back to his side. Plopping himself down next to Matthew (but far enough away that, if he did end up getting struck, the bear wouldn't be hurt), Gilbert laid spread eagle on the ground. His clothes were soaked through, but the air was warm and humid yet. It was something like being in a warm shower... with all your clothes on and if showers blew the water sideways.

"I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed," Gilbert called over the deafening wind and crashing thunder. "You're actually really fuckin' awesome!"

He tilted his head back to grin at the polar bear, lifting his left hand to offer a thumbs up.

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The white bear’s ears perked up when he didn’t hear the doors open and Matt uncovered his eyes and raised his eyes to watch Gilbert lay down on the wet concrete. This guy was stubborn, and stupid, and did not listen to what he was told, yet the bear was looking straight at him, filling his nostrils with his scent, saving it in his memory. Snorting in indignation the bear gazed down at the soaked German, head cocked to the side inquisitively though Matt shook it slowly side-to-side in slightly amused exasperation.

"I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed. You're actually really fuckin' awesome!"

Matthew blinked, paused, then opened his maw full of his sharp teeth so a deep rumble could roar past his tongue, a deep vibration that came in waves and had the bear shaking his head. The polar bear was laughing, heartily. Matt found what Gil had said hilarious, absurd, yet flattering and the Canadian felt like he didn’t deserve it. Moving aside, still laughing, Matt rested his head upon Gil’s leg and said, “You’re just realizing that now?”

The transformation came so seamless: one second there was a bear in the rain, the next a naked boy, laughing on his belly with his head resting on his roommate’s leg. Transforming form human to bear was usually more violent then from bear to human, though sometimes it did almost hurting, Matt having to adjust back into his human limitations, losing enhanced senses and strength. However, with the loss of over 1,500 lbs, the alcohol in his system slammed against the boy’s senses, his eyes now blurry, and his laughing faded into moans as his eyelids drooped. “I am… fucking awesome….’n sleepy…kiss’n it's rain’n, crazy….” and Matt practically passed out, in the rain, naked, and drunk.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

Gilbert blinked, then rubbed his eyes. It took a moment for his alcohol-drenched brain to process that his roommate had transformed back, and that he wasn't insane having just witnessed a polar bear vanish. Matthew's head was on his thigh, then, his wet curls sticking to the pale skin as he laughed quietly.

“You’re just realizing that now?”

Gilbert's grin could have split his face as he heard the joking confidence in his roommate's voice. And there they were, drunk, laughing, and lying out in the rain soaked to the bone. What a mess... what a glorious, horrible, awesome, perfect mess.

But it couldn't last long. The Canadian's laughter died into nauseated groans, and he slumped more heavily onto the other. It seemed that the adrenaline or whatever that had carried him as a bear was wearing off.

“I am… fucking awesome….’n sleepy…kiss’n it's rain’n, crazy….”

"Hey... take it easy-"

Matthew was unconscious nearly as suddenly as he'd returned to his human form, leaving his roommate to haul both their drunken asses back inside and into the dorm. With a sigh and a quickly chuckle, Gilbert brushed a few wet strands of hair back from Matthew's face and cautiously stood up. Pulling one of the blonde's arms around his neck to support him, Gilbert made his way waveringly back down the hallway, not seeming to realize the noise and mess he was making. He didn't particularly care. Matthew was sort of nuzzling up against his neck as he half carried him, and it was making Gilbert's stomach flip flop pleasantly.

Finally, they made it back to their room, the door still ajar as they'd left it in their hasty exit. Pulling it shut behind them, the albino gently plopped Matthew down on his bed. The candle from before was still burning and had, thankfully, not burned down the dormitories to the ground. The light was just enough for Gilbert to relocate Matthew's glasses to set them on the bedside table for him. Then, groping around in the semi-darkness, he found the towel from earlier and clumsily dried off Matthew as best as he could (completely and pointedly ignoring certain parts of him).

Then, stripping himself of his completely soaked clothing, Gilbert collapsed into bed beside Matthew, too tired to take out his contacts or care much that they were both completely ass-naked together in bed. He had worked up a helluva sweat getting them back here, and the alcohol was catching up with him to kick his ass one last time.

Turning his head, Gilbert peered over at Matthew's peaceful face. With a goofy grin, he let his eye slip shut (the one that wasn't already swollen shut) and drifted off into an alcohol-induced slumber.