Arthur and Francis had been texting for hours, what had started as a one word reply had evolved into paragraphs about almost every aspect of their lives, their hobbies, likes, dislikes, fears. Almost everything. Of course Arthur hadn't yet plucked up the courage to tell him about his children. What if that scared him off? He liked this man so much, the last thing he wanted was to lose him before he could see what a nice man he was. Maybe if he liked him enough before finding out he had children then he wouldn't leave him in the dust when he found out about them.
Before he knew it it was nearing midnight, he almost jumped when he looked up at the clock, his face draining as he realised he'd be woken in less than 6 hours by a screaming child.
He swore under his breath and shook his head trudging up the stairs and exhaling as he waked into his room, glancing down at his phone as it buzzed again, yet another long winded yet delightfully interesting text from Francis about something he and he friends did.
'I'm changing for bed' he sent back quickly, smiling softly and letting out a soft sigh as he put the phone down.
He moved away to undress himself, glancing back at the phone as it buzzed, he let out a small huff; the reply would have to wait a moment.
He frowned as it buzzed again, deciding now to look. His eyes widened as he read 'Me too' and saw a picture underneath.
"Oh my god," he muttered to himself as he sat on the bed, a deep blush coming to his face.
'You sent me a naked picture of yourself' he stated, his eyes affixed to the picture on his phone.
'Oui' the French man sent back, 'Do you like it?'
Arthur paused for a moment, his breath hitching, still staring at the photo.
'Well yes I suppose so' he sent after a moment.
'Would you like to send one back?'
Arthur smiled weakly, trying to hide the expression from no one and clearing his throat softly.
He chewed his lip, texting back 'Ok'.
He looked down at his phone, now stumped.
How did he..? He frowned, looking through the options menu on the phone. He knew how to take photos, Alfred had taught him that, but he didn't know how to send them through text, and he didn't want to screw up, the last thing he wanted was to send all his contacts a picture of himself half nude.
'Take your time' Francis sent after a couple of minutes of Arthur trying to figure out how to send a damn photo.
"Alright, alright," he mumbled to himself. "…Now or never…"
He cleared his throat and got to his feet, he finished undressing and posed himself the same way Francis had done in the one he'd sent. He cringed slightly at the sight of himself and took the photo, fumbling with the phone as he tried to send the photo.
"How do I bloody…" his sentence flittered off and he frowned at the phone, he seemed to have found the button to send one but he wasn't sure. He snapped another photo of his shoes on the floor, sending that to test that he did in fact have the right button.
'Arthur..?' Francis sent after a moment, seemingly confused by the photo he'd sent. 'You know you don't have to send one if you don't want to'
Arthur frowned at the phone, mumbling to himself "Shut up…" before sending the almost-nude photo he'd taken.
He stared at it on the screen, frowning to himself; he did not look good, not in his eyes at least…
He chewed his lip, waiting for a response from the French man. What if he didn't like it? What if that was the last interaction they would have?
He'd never be able to go into that bakery again, he'd never taste another pain au chocolat from there.
His heart jumped as his phone buzzed again, scrambling to look at the reply.
'Very nice' it said, Arthur blushed, letting out a small huff.
'I wish I were there to finish undressing you' Francis sent.
Arthur blushed, a smile flickering onto his face. He'd never done this before, or had anyone say anything like that.
'Really?' he sent back. 'I didn't think I looked that good.'
'You're kidding,' Francis replied, 'You look exquisite Arthur, how can you think you don't.'
Arthur smiled to himself, feeling himself relax, he laid back on the bed, focussed souly on their conversation. 'I've never thought I looked that nice'
His eyes widened as the next message sent; 'looking at you has made me hard'
'Really?' he sent back immediately, a small lump of excitement forming in his throat, an unexplainable smile coming to his face.
'Oui, do you want to see?'
Arthur felt his body tense, his breath hitching again. He frowned and thought it over for a moment; he'd only been speaking with this man for a day, he barely knew him.
But this was so nice, he'd never done anything like his before, it felt so freeing.
He swallowed hard. 'Sure.'
He sat in bed staring at his phone, waiting for a new photo, cursing himself internally, he felt so weak, he was a father, a middle aged man, he shouldn't be doing this, yet he was.
The picture appeared on the screen and Arthur couldn't help letting out a soft moan at the sight of the man's hard length. He almost felt like crying.
'I've got the feeling I'm too old to do this,' he sent back after a moment.
'Arthur,' Francis said back, 'You're a man, men have urges and there's nothing wrong with following them through.'
Arthur felt a flood of relief reading the sentence, letting out a small huff and scrolling back up to admire the picture Francis had sent him, letting out another gentle groan and biting his lip.
'You look very good,' Arthur sent after a moment.
'Oh thank you' Francis replied, 'You can send me one if you like.'
Arthur nodded and lay flat on the bed, pulling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor, looking down at himself, surprised by how hard he was already. He swallowed hard and took the photo, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he sent the photo.
'That looks nice' Francis said a few seconds later, 'very impressive.'
Arthur smiled to himself, sending Francis a message of thanks.
He held himself limply, his mind wondering to the thought of Francis touching himself and looking at the photos he'd sent.
His hand moved slowly on himself, he frowned at the lack of communication from Francis. 'Are you doing what I think you're doing?'
'Perhaps, what do you think I'm doing?'
Arthur felt himself blush, he let out a weak chuckle, biting his lip. 'Well, considering the photos we just exchanged, I'd bet you were touching yourself.'
He continued to stroke himself as he waited for Francis's response, running his thumb over his tip and letting himself imagine the French man's moaning.
He jolted slightly as his phone buzzed, he rushed to see Francis's text, 'You are such a dirty man, how could you think I'd do something like that?'
Arthur huffed, smiling, 'Don't lie to me.'
'Fine, yes I am, do you have a problem with that?'
His breath hitched, his hand moving slightly faster on his shaft, "Shit…" he mumbled to himself, typing out a reply, 'And I'm the dirty man?'
'What about you, are you touching yourself?'
Arthur panted softly, biting his lip and letting out another moan, 'Perhaps.'
He could practically hear the man chuckling as he read the message.
'Do you want another photo?' Francis asked. Arthur's breath jolted as he read the text.
'Please' he replied, instantly realising how needy and cringe worthy that sounded. He let out another moan as another photo of the French man's cock appeared on his phone, his eyes widening at the liquid dripping down the man's length.
'You're finished already?' he asked.
'No,' Francis replied, 'that's precum and lube.'
"Shit," Arthur mumbled to himself, tipping his head back against his pillow, his hand moving fast on himself. He moaned softly, his eyes fixed on the photo.
'I'm close,' he texted back.
'Send me a photo when you're finished.'
He let out a loud moan as he came, his eyes bulging and mouth lulling open. He panted softly as he looked down at himself, focussing himself on taking a photo and sending it to Francis, taking a moment to wipe himself off as he waited for a reply, he could already feel himself becoming sleepy.
'Bel' Francis replied, the word followed by a number of heart symbols, then a picture of himself, pearly white liquid covering his hand, far more covering his than had covered Arthur's. 'Me too' said the caption of the photo.
'That was nice,' Arthur said, still panting softly as he sent the message, '…I should really go to sleep now, I have to be up early.'
'Oui, me too,' Francis answered, 'have a good sleep.'
'You too.'