Chapter 1~ The Kiss

Alfred looked at me from across the room. He has the most magnificent eyes i ave ever seen. Blue, flowing like an ocean, crashing like rain from a white cloud on a hot day. Like everything i have ever wanted was standing there, aching to be loved and lost in another imagination. What if i couldn't give him that? Maybe he wants children? I cannot bare those in my body. What if he craves for the deepest, passionate love i could never give him. He is simply too young for me and that is where i think our differences lie. What if i could just bare into a thought of loving Francis. The annoying creep who has sadly, been there for me when i needed it. I couldn't tell what i needed to do, and the pages of my book were killing me.

"Arthur?". Francis. That dumb ass broke my train of thoughts.

" Yes, Francis?". I spoke like i normally do, British accent and all. I was extremely annoyed. But, maybe all I did need was an oblivious idiot to help my heart crash and burn. I guess this isn't what gay bars are for...

"You seem, uh, a little drunk and sad, friend. What is the matter?". He spoke in that amazingly crappy French accent he does that i am positive isn't French. He needs a better freaking accent.

"Oh, nothing Francis, you wouldn't understand my feelings, now would you?" I spoke harsh and he seemed a little disappointed. I stepped off of the bar stool I planted my butt on and got up to have fun. That's when i started to hear the club music come back into my head.

I was in a daze.

" Look, I understand how you feel just by your tone! You have struck me down with this tone many times before!" He Grabbed my wrist as I ignored him, trying to avoid his words. He pulled me in closer now.

"You think I don't know you but, to be honest I know you more than I know myself.". He stared into my eyes. I was scared of what he would think of me if i had actually told him I had fallen in love with Alfred.

That's when his words of truth hit me like a lightning bolt to the back.

"I know about your little desire to have fun with Alfred" He Spoke harsh and demanding "I think we all know of your flirtatious winks and when you are getting butterflies. But I never have thought you knew it. And you have been spiting my heart in two for years now. Your the boy I have waited for. For so long. ".

He struck me with his words and I felt as if I had been bleeding forever, and still no one to rescue me and bring me some damn blood bags.

I looked down at the floor and swayed my head in shame. "You have no idea my feelings for Alfred. And I am pretty sure your just an asshole who doesn't want me to be happy.". I snatch my arm away from his grip.

"Oh and just for safety. Don't ever handle me like that again, or your going to be dead." I looked harshly and walked away giving my middle finger to him.

The French are assholes.

I was on the dance floor. These gay bars are normally full and Full of men towering over one another. Mostly built young men. Just like Alfred.

I look over and Alfred is talking to a bunch of guys. Telling his normal jokes and wearing that sexy, mysterious smile of his. And then he glances over at me. But like a coward I run into the tallest guy trying to stay out of his view.

"Hey." I say, lifting up my drink.

The guys smiles and grabs my butt, I wink at him and walk away. But, I watch to see if Alfred will get jealous.

He doesn't even see.

Curse that blue eyed babe. I want him so bad and my body is getting flustered just thinking about us. That is it for me. I am so done and tired of waiting for that one man, when I could have any other I wanted.

I walk outside. I am really ready to go home to my crappy complex building apartment.

I just want to travel the world and see a whole bunch of men from other countries. Instead of that Brunet with blue eyes. I can so do that. Right?

That's when I can see Alfred heading straight towards me.

"Hey! Why did you go? Come on dude, don't look so glum." He says to me and that's when my body starts to give me chills of pleasure. Just from talking to this beautiful creature.

"I am perfectly capable of going home alone!" I jump. Not even thinking of my words.

Come on Arthur. For God's sake. Say something smart or do something!

"What? Hahaha. No your not man. Can I help you home then?". He says. Surprising me.

"Uh... well. I am not feeling so great right now. So, no you cannot.". I speak. Very stubborn I am.

"Well. Guess you had a little too much to drink. Is that It then?" He stares into my eyes. I feel my cheeks get red and my throat choke up.

"Yes. Yes I have." I say trying to get away from this conversation. "So I would love if you could just leave me alone in-"

"Ohhh no you are not driving then. No, I will not allow someone I care greatly for drive home alone. Especially drunk." he says like he never gets drunk. And I guess that's right because I don't smell one drop of alcohol on his damned breath. It is actually minty. So kissable.

We walk out to the parking lot and I find my car. I can see my breath flowing up in the air. It is freezing in the winter. And who seriously brings a coat to a gay bar. Apparently Alfred does and he sets his coat right around my shoulders.

"What? Oh God Alfred. The least you could do is keep yourself warm." I say turning around. I look up to him and never noticed his eyes up close. Let alone his height.

He just smiles a huge dorky grin, making me feel happy through all my depression. "Come on, I get to stay at your house tonight. That's now the payment I am taking." He leans in and kisses my lips. I am shocked that I didn't even see this moment coming. It is long and very tender.

He draws back with that dorky grin and says "Lets not rip off all our clothes in the parking lot." He looks over to something in the distance. But I don't even bother to look. I am in too much of a daze of his kiss.

He opens the passenger side of the door and lets me in. Closing it behind me after i buckle in, daring me not to move. He gets in and locks the doors. We head out toward the exit and i turn to look what he was looking at.

And what he was looking as is still there.

Francis.

Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnn. So. I don't think Iggy will have any feelings towards Francis. Do you? But I can tell you there is going to be some SERIOUS drama and some really gay things happening. LIKE HOW DO I EVEN MANAGE THIS. SECOND FANFIC CHAPTER TODAY... OK wellllll. I'm feel like I am just so done. Enjoy the next chapter's Smut when it comes out. THANK YOU!