*Francois*
that was it! i was over my limit the second his words made me swerve the car and almost kill us both. but he simply WAS NOT done being cute! he talked and laughed with me, didn't ridicule me, trusted me, didn't run away or call me crazy when i hurt the dumb ass kid who was pissing me off.
He smiled and laughed in that adorable giggling way; then he kissed me! Albeit, a short peck, and on the cheek. but think, about it. He, the perfect angel that he is, blessed me of all people with such a beautiful gift. and as i slowly bring my hand to touch the warmth he left behind, i know, i'm only human. in a fraction of a second, i swoop him up in my arms and run home.
Once there, i waist no time throwing Mathew on my bed and my shirt across the room. he looks startled for a second, but then pulls me down on top of him and starts kissing me... HARD! i comply, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth with my tongue. he tasted like maple syrup, which was a sharp contrast to the bitter taste of nicotine i was sure he was receiving from my own mouth.
i waist no time. undoing my belt then unbuttoning his shirt with out ever breaking from the heated kiss. finally, with both of us sufficiently stripped, i lay him back down gently, and check that this is what he really wants. i could tell, if not from his growing hard on, then from his lust hazed eyes that he wanted this as much as i did.
i take my hand and slowly run it up his length experimentally. he shudders in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets around us. holly hell is this kid sensitive! my every simple touch seems to push him to the brink! how will he handle me doing this?
With that, i take a finger, and push it into his entrance. i may not be the gentlest person in the world, but i didn't think i was so rough to get such confusedly horrified yelp from him. he quivers under me, before spreading his hips in an attempt to ease my access. his eyes urged me to continue. i responded by inserting another digit in, scissoring at a steady pace. he winces as i add a third and looks close to tears. i pull my fingers out and kiss his forehead (i can get a little sentimental at times...)
"Lube?" he question and i make my way over to the right drawer. there's a little clear bottle, unopened. i didn't take him for much of a masturbater, but did he never find self comfort at night? he did seem overly sensitive, and almost scared if all his fidgeting was anything to go by. He was unusually nervous for someone about to have the best sex of his life...
It all suddenly made sense in my mind: Matthew is a virgin; not for much longer!
i looked back, quickly at the amazing gift, waiting and ready on my bed; my heart fluttered (i know that shit sounds gay, but shut the fuck, up!) at the thought of me being the first to invade his vital regions. I grinned maliciously and licked my lips. coating my own shaf in the clear lube, i positioned myself at the smaller nations entrance. And...AND! fireworks went off. both outside the window and in my head.
"shit... fucking...tight!" i grumbled. the slight grimace of pain on Mattie's face, appealing to my sadistic side and turning me on even more. Canada moaned under me as i began to move in and out of him; slowly at first, then picking up momentum. he couldn't stop moaning quivering and arching in pleasure, that sight alone was sending me to cum.
"humph-Auuu~ugh! he moans out, when i hit what i assume is his sweet spot. i focus all my attention on that one spot now. his inner walls clenching tighter, sending waves of pleasure through me. and when i hear him stutter out, "I-I'm g-gonna'!" i quickly bring my hand to his front to hold the base of his penis and prevent any such release.
"F-FRANCOIS!" he gasp.
i go faster and faster. sometimes pulling out completely before slamming back, into him. i hum gently in his ear and kiss his neck. he's desperate now, on the brink, of tears. "p...p-please...?" he breathes. the word puts me in ecstasy! what i wouldn't do to hear those sweet lips part to whisper it longingly in my ear over and fucking over again! "please please please!" he begs me. and now i just can't take this shit anymore.
i release every drop of cum i posses in to his ass, dropping my hand so he can do the same on both our chest. with a final moan, he falls beside me on the bed.
it's quiet, the fire work, on the other side of the window finally stopping. Canada shifts. for a second i'm washed over with the fear that he's getting up and leaving. But fear dissipates as his tiny body moves in closer to me with a content sigh. my arm falls around his shoulders holding him closer to me.
"i love the fourth of July. the fire works are beautiful." he tells me with a yawn.
i hesitate. I'm about to say some real pansy ass shit, I might end up regretting tomorrow morning. "and i love you..." i inform him casually, resting my chin on his head.
Mathew chuckles, "I figured as much." he grinned into the pillow, rolling his eye before closing them in favor of sleep and i fall asleep with a stupid fucking smile.
THE END(maybe...)
Well, that's the official ending beiy. i might add a morning after piece depending on what you all think. beiy hope it was okay. i was actually working on three different fics at the same time... beiy but okay. review! please? Lo~ve! (Did some editing beiy)
