Since I was really happy at seeing that some people seem to enjoy this, here is chapter one. Monique, or rather Monique Bonnefoy, is my name for Monaco.^^
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
Warnings for this chapter: Explicite sex scene!
Enjoy! :3
Chapter One
Their first time together is not even half an hour spent in heat. Francois can't really get used to the strange feeling of not being allowed to kiss his bed partner on the lips, but Alfred leaves him no chance- every time he forgets about it and leans forward, Alfred turns away his head with a smile. Somehow, it leads arousing Francois even further, the simple act of not being able to do something so common quite tempting. It makes him rougher than he wants to be, abandoning every romantic gesture for the freedom of nipping on Alfred's earlobe and collarbone. He pauses for a moment to undress himself without his usual elegance and care, murmuring a quiet request at Alfred to do the same. He watches him with dry lips and trembling desire until he is naked. His body is gorgeous, all muscles and toned skin with almost invisible golden hair on his arms; there is no hair in his pubic area, no happy trail, no chest hair, just smooth skin. However, there is a burn above his heart and an ugly, long white scar right above his hips, reaching from one side to the other. When he opens his thighs and leans back invitingly, though, Francois forgets to ask about the scars, enthralled by his appearance.
"How do ya wanna fuck me?" He asks in a lazy brawl as if he asked about the weather and Francois swallows thickly.
"It's fine like this, cheri," He says quietly and Alfred's eyes lit up.
"Oh, you're French? That's so cool!" He exclaims excitedly and then moves forward by telling him: "I don't do it without condom. There's one in the left pocket of my jeans, care to fetch it?"
Francois leaves the bed to do as Alfred wishes and almost finds it funny to oblige a prostitute, even though it's only a small act. "Always prepared, I see," He casually remarks while he climbs back into bed. Alfred shows him a cocky grin.
"You never know where ya get a new customer and the last thing I want is gettin' any sorts of STD," He says with a wink and a small shrug and Francois finds this very considerate and not the worst idea.
"We don't have any lube," He remarks with a small frown and Alfred shrugs again in that nonchalant way.
"Spit's fine," He says in a friendly way and lifts a warm, broad handy to splay it across Francois' chest. "I've been fucked under worse circumstances, no worries. Hm, you're a pretty one, huh? Wonder what'cha doin' with a hooker, you look as if you coulda catch'em all." He laughs silently about a joke Francois doesn't get and takes Francois' right hand, wrapping his lips around them and taking them in to wet them effectively by sucking and licking on them with wet, strangely erotic noises, his tongue playing languidly with each of Francois' digits. Francois licks his lips and lets his fingers slip out of Alfred's mouth. Alfred sucks in a deep breath when he enters him and begins stretching him, so he gently presses the pad of the thumb of his free hand against his lower lip and asks: "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, thanks," Alfred says apparently confused and then places his hands on Francois' shoulders to fuck himself against his fingers with a long moan. His moan grows even more when Francois starts to play with Alfred's nipples, teasing them with clever lips and a hint of tongue. "Damn, like that, yeah, unh, that's so good," He breathes and sends Francois a look under half-lidded eyes, his lips dry and slightly parted and Francois wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss them passionately, getting to know their form and taste.
He can't.
Instead he removes his fingers; his eyes widen a bit when Alfred leans a bit forward and puts the condom on Francois' cock so fast he couldn't protest even if he wanted to (which he doesn't, but still), then hooks his knees into his shoulders and takes him in in one fluid motion while throwing his head aside and closing his eyes.
"Merde," Francois groans and slams all the way in without taking much care, dizzily wondering what it is that sets him that loose without even trying to be romantic, that makes him an egoistic. Maybe it is because of Alfred who watches him with a small smile, apparently not caring about the rough treatment he gets, Alfred who encourages him with loud moans and breathless whisperings and short, bitten-off fingernails digging into Francois' shoulders, Alfred who catches up so easily with his quick, heated rhythm, answering it with fluid movements of his hips and Francois finds himself coming quickly and almost overwhelmingly, biting into Alfred's strong, broad shoulders with a muffled scream.
He takes a moment to come down and just lets his head rest on Alfred's chest after he slipped out of him and threw away the condom, basking in the warmth the young man is practically radiating. However, he doesn't fail in noticing that Alfred is still hard and so he naturally lets a hand trail down to help him, but Alfred makes an almost panicked noise, his legs finally sliding off Francois' shoulders, and he gently shoves his hand away. "It's fine," He says with a smile and is out of the bed before Francois can ask him what is wrong. Francois frowns and sits up to watch Alfred hastily disappearing in the bathroom. After a moment he can hear the shower and he seriously considers following him and starting another round under the shower, but then he remembers with a small sting in his heart that this is not his lover and even though Alfred may oblige him, it wouldn't be for the fun, only for the money.
When Alfred comes back, Francois has lit a cigarette and grabs for his purse. "How much do I owe you, cheri?" He asks with a small smile and Alfred hesitates for a moment before he tells him his price with a loud, bashful voice. Francois nods, not too surprised by the sum Alfred wants, and pays without batting an eyelash. Alfred thanks him with another blinding smile and a confident "Thanks, man!"
"I'd like to see you again," Francois says while Alfred gathers up his clothes and begins to dress himself.
"Sure, why not," Alfred says with a smile and continues: "I work in a club in Downtown, the "Lost Paradise". Just…well, you can call there and ask for me or you go there right away, there's a good chance I'll be there."
"No cellphone?" Francois asks with a wry smile.
"Not for customers," Alfred says with a wink and leaves the hotel room.
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"Where have you been?" His sister asks from the neighboured balcony while smoking a cigarette. They have a habit of chatting over the railings of their balconies when they are both home at night and Francois finds it nice to share his thoughts with Monique, who understands him simply the best because she is a Bonnefoy, too.
"I fucked a hooker," Francois says and she snorts, shifting her glasses and watching him with clever, dark-blue eyes.
"Are you that desperate?" She asks with an amused, little smile that lifts the corners of her beautiful mouth just so. There is nobody Francois is prouder of than his sister, but sometimes he doesn't appreciate her sense of humour.
"No, but he was…well, he was dashing," Francois admits and stares up in the dark, starless sky. There are never stars above the city. Sometimes he just wants to go leave everything behind and just drive somewhere where he can watch the stars. He never does, though; he is a very busy man and doesn't have the time. "I think I loved him for a moment."
"You always fall in love with beautiful people, but being in love and loving is not the same," Monique remarks and Francois looks at her and thinks that she is too wise for her twenty years, that she shouldn't know that much about the world.
"I don't care," He says instead and winks. "The world loves me and I love the world and seriously, dear sister of mine, where is the difference between a Chantal who lets me invite her for a drink and then take her home and a hooker?"
"One does it for the pleasure, one for the money," Monique deadpans him and he sighs.
There is no use in telling her that he will meet Alfred again.