First Kiss-- PRUCAN

Matthew rubbed his temples, looking around at the crowd of people that had found their way into his usually quiet house. He seemed to be the only one that was not enjoying himself. People drank and ate and laughed, steadily growing louder and louder.
However, nobody was louder or more obnoxious than Matthew's housemate, and the party's host, Gilbert. He seemed even louder than usual, walking around and talking to everybody in a carrying voice about how awesome it was living in Canada, and how awesome Matthew's pancakes were, and so on and so forth.
“Come on, Birdie!” Gilbert's voice sounded right beside Matthew, making the blonde jump. Gilbert sat, smirking, beside him. “It's not that bad!”
“Gil... you said a few people,” Matthew said. His already soft voice was barely heard over the many collective voices of the other people.
“Awh, Birdie, this is a few people,” Gilbert replied, grinning.
Matthew sighed. 'How can I stay mad at him...?'
“I will make you smile before the night is over, Matthew Williams,” Gilbert said, laughing when Matthew gave him what was supposed to be a threatening look. “Just a little one?”
“No.”
“Come on, Birdie-”
“Don't call me that, I'm mad at you.”
“No, you're not. You can't stay mad at the awesome me.” Gilbert's annoying laugh was cut short by an attention grabbing sentence.
“Matthew and Gilbert act like lovers,” Francis was saying, not bothering to keep his voice down. Antonio, who stood beside him, nodded.
“Si. I don't know why they don't just kiss and become a couple.”
Matthew felt his face burn red as the people around Francis and Antonio nodded in agreement, and he turned his head to excuse himself. He found himself staring into red eyes, and felt lips being pressed against his own.
'Oh God, oh God, oh God, he's kissing me. Gilbert's kissing me...' Slowly, he began to kiss back, hoping that Gilbert couldn't feel the embarrassing pounding of his heart.
The kiss was lingering, a perfect first kiss in Matthew's opinion, and Gilbert pulled away looking surprised. The rest of the room, save Francis and Antonio, didn't seem to notice, or if they did that mercifully kept it to themselves.
Matthew expected Gilbert to start laughing and move back into the crowd of people, but Gilbert stood and offered Matthew his hand.
“What?” Matthew asked.
“Come to the kitchen with me,” Gilbert said, pulling Matthew up gently and leading him into the kitchen. He closed the door behind him, and turned to the slightly taller Canadian. He was grinning, happiness that Matthew hadn't seen in a long time dancing in his eyes.
“Gil... I really like you.” Matthew spat it out before he lost his nerve. “A lot.” He felt his face burning, and hoped that he didn't look like the tomato he felt like.
“Really? Because I love you, mein Birdie. I've been living with you for a year and three months, and I fall more and more in love with you every day, even if we aren't anything but friends.” Gilbert didn't keep his voice down like he normally did when he pulled Matthew to the side to speak to him about something. “And I'll scream it from the rooftops if I have to, because I love you, Matthew Williams.”
Matthew hid his burning face in his hands, smiling.
“I love you, too, Gil... and I'd love to be more than friends,” he said into the sleeves of his hoodie. “But do you mind not screaming anything from the rooftops, because you'll probably fall and hurt yourself.”
They looked at each other with serious expressions for a few moments before each burst into laughter.