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

“I can change that,” Matt said with a slight mischievous grin. He instinctively pulled Marco in closer, keeping up his cocky visad. He rested his gleeful eyes on the other man, still stepping with the time of the music.

“Whhhaat?” Matt said in more of a breath than his voice. It sounded more like a whine as he stepped to either side, drawing Marco along with him. “I can stop, if you wish.”
His voice was laced with a tint of humor as they danced, and his eyes held a childish twinkle.

“Hm,” Matt mumbled. “Alright, then.”
He kept his swaying, not wavering from his close distance to Marco— if not stepping even closer.

“You know,” Matt began. “I wasn’t lying. You are quite attractive.”
His words flowed casually, and his melodic voice almost complimented the soft music. His smile did all the more, charming and sly as always.

(‘s alright)

Matt raised an eyebrow, wondering if he shouldn’t have let the compliment fly. He slowly created a bit of distance between them, trying to make it unnoticeable. Normally it wouldn’t have phased him, but with Marco he was more self-conscious. Possibly because Matt really enjoyed the presence of this man.

(two nervous bois lol)

Matt just swayed, and his eyes retired back to looking anywhere but Marco’s face. He had no clue how he felt about the man but it certainly wasn’t enything he could control. So he just danced, deciding the best thing to do was to not overthink it. He’d go with the flow, so to speak.

Matt’s eyes drifted back to Marco’s face, and he cocked his head slightly. His heart leapt, though he didn’t know why. Maybe just the sound of the man’s voice, or possibly the way he looked. Matt couldn’t put a finger on it, but he knew the feeling was there.
“Hm?” he mumbled curiously.

Matt gave a light-hearted smile. “No te preocupar, guapo.”
His words were fluent and flowed elegeantly off his tongue, matching his deep voice perfectly. His chocolate eyes lingered on Marco for a moment, before taking up their position on the skyline again.

With the remark, Matt’s grin grew slightly. His eyes were instantly back with that mischievous glow.
“I said don’t worry, handsome,” he admitted, still upkeeping the calming sway. He spun Marco, then brought him back gently.

(Okay, no worries)

Matt smiled at the other man’s confusion, but inwardly cursed himself.
Hijo de perra, he thought to himself. He had no clue what he was doing, and why he was feeling so awkward involuntarily.

Matt let out a small laugh, more of a light-hearted scoff than a chuckle. “Soy latinoamericano. De Argentina.”
He then remembered Marco’s previous statement and gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry for the Spanish. I’m from Argentina— sudamericano. Alza la bandera.”

_{(“Alza la bandera”= Raise the flag)}

Matt shook his head with a smile, his brows narrowed. “Certainly not. I tend to like you Americans. You bring a splash of figurative color to Europe.”
He continued his dancing, suddenly too aware of his hand on Marco’s waist. However, he just confidently kept his movements.

“Well clearly you’re from somewhere else,” Matt said with a laugh. “You’re not any of those whatsoever.”

Matt shook his head furiously, as if the idea was completely ridiculous. Which, in his mind, it was.
“Nonsense,” he said plainly. “You are a people.”
His broken English sounded more like a child speaking.
“Those people who think that?” he began, raising an eyebrow. “They aren’t people.”

Matt gave a slight embarrassed smile. “Sorry, yeah, english. I’ll have you know I’m much sexier when I speak Spanish.”
He gave a playful wink, completely aware it was cheesy and would most likely be met with an eye roll. His heart did that same light beat when Marco hugged him, and his face grew slightly red. Again, important to note, he was normally better at this. It was just… something about the man in front of him.