This is Not a Horror Movie!

"Mm, I know," Aaron moaned, licking the length of Matthew's member as he stroked him with his fingers, gazing up at Matthew.

The blonde whimpered softly and stared down at Aaron, eyes flickering slightly.

"I- oh fuck....."

"So we'll have to settle with this," the silver haired male replied, bringing Matthew's member into his mouth and starting to really pleasure him with his mouth and tongue.

Matthew shuddered faintly with the sensation and swallowed before a soft moan slipped passed his lips.

"A- ah...f- fuck...Aaron..."

Aaron moaned, bobbing his head against his lover, pleasuring him and occasionally teasing him with his tongue and rapidly bringing him to an orgasm.

Matthew cried out softly and shuddered upon his release, peering at Aaron with gentle eyes.

"I fucking love you..."

Aaron moaned, swallowing and he smiled, wiping his lips with his hand as he got to his feet. He hugged Matthew and kissed his lips. "I fucking love you too," he said playfully, smiling. "Now, do up your pants. The others will be here any minute."

Matthew groaned and returned the kiss, pouting as he zipped up his pants.

"Fucking hell...." He muttered, nuzzling Aaron's neck affectionately.

"So glad we'll be on a plane soon..."

Aaron chuckled. "Eager, ain'tcha?" he asked him playfully and kissed Matthew's lips again just as there was a knock on the door. "And so it begins," he sighed and headed over to the door to answer it.

Matthew flushed and sighed softly as he waited patiently by the couch. When the door opened however, a there was a cry and Alfred rushed in, hugging his brother tightly.

"We're all going to die ~" He whined and Matthew rolled his eyes.

"We're not even there, yet, Alfred."

"Yes, but he's still convinced we're all going to die," Montana grumbled, walking into the house and nodding a greeting to Aaron. "Hey Mattie."

Alfred sniffled as he still clung to his brother, shaking his head.

"We're going to die, damn it! These things never go well!" Matthew ignored his brother and waved slightly to Montana.

"Hey. Has he been sniffling this entire time?"

"Sniffling, crying, wailing, begging, whimpering, whining. You name it, he's done it," Montana replied casually.

"Stop picking on me!" Alfred whined - Matthew ignored him.

"I'm not surprised. He won't let you go alone either, hm?"

Montana shook his head. "Nope," he replied with a sigh, going over to Alfred and slapping his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. "Not that I blame him though. But still, the freaking out is a little much."

Alfred cried out and whimpered, cheeks a bright red as he fell quiet and peered up at Montana with a firm pout across his lips and hands protecting his ass to the best of his ability.

Matthew grinned in amusement.

"Well, you get used to it, trust me."

Montana grinned. "Ya, I probably will eventually," he replied with a shrug.

"I hate you all." Alfred muttered faintly.

"Love you too, Bro." Matthew murmured offhandedly before he grinned back at Montana.

"So, you have all your stuff?"

Montana nodded to Matthew and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist, hugging him. "Ya, we have everything," he replied and nuzzling Alfred's neck lightly.

Alfred flushed and pouted faintly, arms in front of his chest a little moodily. He looked rather like a child like that and if he weren't a grown man, it might be adorable.

"That's good." Matthew replied, smiling a little.

"Aaron and I finished up packing as well. We're just waiting on the crew now."

Montana nodded, laying his head against Alfred's shoulder. "It'll be alright, Alfred," he whispered softly and lightly kissed the corner of Alfred's lips. "You're being paranoid. Everything'll be fine."

"I'm not bein' paranoid." Alfred muttered faintly, turning his head slightly towards Montana.

"They always say it'll be fine and then something bad happens. Everything's gonna go to shit. Just watch."

"Why do you say that?" Montana asked, watching him. "We haven't even gotten there yet and you're already freaking out. Why?"

"Ghosts are dicks." Alfred replied simply.

"And they're evil!"

"He's had really bad experiences." Matthew shrugged faintly.

"They stole my underwear!"

"You were five, Al. You think something like that wouldn't scar you."

"I- I'm not scarred! I just don't like the idea of dead guys going through my laundry! It's even worse that I was five! Pedo-ghosts are not cool, Mattie!"

Montana smiled faintly and lightly nibbled on Alfred's ear. "I'd love to steal your underwear," he whispered. "Maybe not when you were five, but I'd definitely do it now."