Hey there readers. There's a lemon ahead. Just a warning. –Sgt. Coolwhip
"Hey Arthur?" Alfred sat on the floor of the studio, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his stars and stripes towel, watching Arthur down half of his water bottle.
"Hmm?" responded the ash blond without removing the bottle from his pouty pale pink lips. Four hours of rehearsing intensively left both blonds slightly exhausted but very much pleased with the progress being made. After clearing the air from the fight they'd had the previous week, everything appeared to be smooth sailing. Alfred kept his promise to follow the rules and Arthur did his best not to behave like an overly controlling cunt sack.
"Are you doing anything after this?" The nervous tremble in his voice indicated to Arthur that the blue eyed young man was hoping for a no.
Wonder what's on the lads mind. Arthur lowered his, now empty, water bottle and turned his attention to the young man still seated on the floor.
"Not really. Why?" The green eyed man inquired, noting the faint blush creeping up on the honey blond man's golden tanned cheeks.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere with me. It's not a date of anything. I just wanted to do something fun and I thought you might want to, too." The blush on his cheeks rose over his ears as he started rambling.
"I haven't seen you this flustered since you came crashing down from my ceiling." Arthur had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the indignant look in those baby blue eyes that he was quite fond of.
"You promised you wouldn't bring that up anymore!" At the whiny, childish tone coming from the 6 foot tall, muscular male pouting on the ground, Arthur lost his shit. He doubled over as the laughter caused a cramp in his side and Alfred's whine of "Arthuuuuuuur!" was not helping.
Gasping for breath Arthur responded "I'm sorry Alfred. What is it you want to do tonight? We've been working pretty hard; some fun might do us some good."
"Glad to hear it. A friend invited me to a club where he's working tonight. It's supposed to be a fun crowd, especially on Saturday nights."
"I don't know Alfred. I don't really do well with clubs. I might have to pass on this one. I'm sure you can ask someone else that might be a little more fun."
"Come on, pleeeeeeease Arthur? I promise it will be really really fun. If you don't like it I'll take you back home. Scouts honor! Please?" He widened his eyes as he begged.
How the bloody hell does he make his eyes so damned blue? It's like he knows they're my weakness. The fact that when he pokes his lip out like that when he begs is not helping my cause. He looks like an abandoned puppy! Ugh. Can't believe I'm about to do this.
"All right! I'll go! Just stop it with the eyes!" He conceded, looking anywhere but at the American that looked like he very much wanted to hug him.
"You mean it? Sweet! You'll have a great time Arthur! I know it." Alfred got up and looked like he was going to break into a victory dance. "Oh dude, I'm gonna need you address so I can pick you up." Arthur sighed in defeat before typing the desired information into the phone being shoved into his hand.
"I guess we can stop practice here. You look too excited to focus and I think it best if I rest up before you keep me out all night." Arthur started shutting down the studio as Alfred began packing up to leave.
"I'll see you at 9!" he called as he made his exit. Once outside and a safe distance from the door he pulled his phone out, dialed a number, and put the phone up to his ear. "Hey Fe, he's in…Yeah, it didn't take as long as I thought. Did Lars and Tor stock up?... Good, and Vash has the playlist I sent right?... Perfect…Oh really? Make sure Ivan knows I'm coming then… Yeah yeah, I'll see you tonight Fe." As he finished the call, he climbed into his car and drove home to plan out his outfit for that night, pleased that everything else was falling into place.
Matthew sat back on his couch with his second mug of coffee with maple syrup that day. Saturday being his day off was normally a relaxing thing, but lately his usually free mind was filled with thoughts of his stressful encounters with Francis after the storage room incident. Francis had been walking on eggshells around Matthew for the past week and Matthew was on the verge of either strangling him or dragging him by his luscious golden hair into the storage room and finishing what they had started.
He let out a deep sigh, taking another sip of his coffee. The silence surrounding him was bordering on unbearable, but playing music recently just lead to even more thoughts of Francis. Thoughts that were so far from tame that they tended to lead to Matthew's hands taking a page out of Francis's book, except they wouldn't stop halfway, and Matthew didn't really feel like the clean up after further frustrating himself.
Wonder if anyone is gonna be out tonight. I think I need to be around people. Al seemed pretty excited about his plans for tonight. Maybe he won't mind if I tag along for a while. I really just need to get out of here.
As Matthew reached for his phone to persuade (demand) that his brother let him tag along in his fun, there was a heavy knock on his door. He shuffled his way over to the door and opened it without checking the identity of the individual interrupting his planning of crashing other people's plans. Matthew didn't know who he was expecting to be on the other side of his door, his brother coming to raid his fridge and his closet (in that order), one of his neighbors, an alien, anyone but the ocean blue eyed Frenchman that had been occupying his mind.
"Hi Matthew, Do you mind if I come in?"
Matthew, still in a state of shock, stepped aside to let Francis into his domain. Francis stepped into the apartment, taking in Matthew's taste and smiling in approval. His eyes roamed over Matthew's body. "You look well. That's good." Francis made himself comfortable on the couch Matthew had recently evacuated. Finally having collected himself, Matthew joined Francis on the couch, wearing a mask of confusion, concern, and a pinch of desire.
"Why are you here a Francis? Today is my day off."
"Precisely why I am here mon petit fraise." Francis scooted a bit closer to Matthew, breaking out the dazzling 'convince-you-to-do-anything' smile that lead to their game of sexual frustration chicken. Matthew, still somewhat irritated with Francis's behavior over the past week, moved further away from him and knocked into the arm rest.
"Just tell me what you want. I'm not in the mood for your games right now. Spit it out and get out of my apartment."
"Matthew, darling, I'm sorry about last week. I didn't know those two were coming. I want to make it up to you. Will you come out with me today? We'll do whatever you want, just please give me a chance."
Guess I've made him suffer enough…for now. I'll give him a chance. Hmm might be time to call in that favor.
"Fine Francis. I'll go on this date, but you pick what we do during the day. I've got plans for tonight. You can come along if you think you can handle it." Matthew threw him a challenging sidelong glance as he walked into his bedroom to get dressed. "I'll be ready in ten. Hope you have something fun planned."
"Of course, mon cher. I'll be downstairs waiting." Matthew waited until he heard the door close before holding his phone up to his ear, waiting for the recipient of the call to pick up.
"Hey Toris, it's Matt… I need a favor… Oh, is that right? Well allow me to tell you a story… You brought this on yourself. Once upon a time there was this Lithuanian man with a Polish boyfriend that liked to party. On a few occasions the Lithuanian man's boyfriend invaded his friend Matt's apartment. On one of these occasions, the Polish man came to Matt's apartment in five inch spikes and hot pants, drunk off his ass, convinced that he could be Matt's personal dietitian. After a brief struggle, the Polish man poured all of Matt's special maple syrup all over his freshly cleaned white carpet, puked, then passed out. His Lithuanian boyfriend promised his friend a favor in exchange for taking care of his drunken boyfriend. A favor that had yet to be called in… Figured you'd see it my way. I'll be there at 10. Pull out the good French wine." He hung up before hurrying to get dressed and meet Francis.
The pounding of the bass from the club that they were approaching vibrated up Arthur's skinny jean clad legs as he unconsciously matched his steps to the beat. The sign for the Flying Dutchman flashed neon lights, making both Arthur and the blue eyed young man that dragged him on this little adventure squint as they got closer to the door.
"What kind of club is this Alfred? I've never heard of it." He turned his head to his companion for the evening and was once again struck by the masculine beauty that is Alfred F. Jones. Dressed in low slung black skinny jeans, a white sleeveless shirt with 'Hero Time' scrawled diagonally across the torso with black letters, and black and white checkered vans, Alfred looked like a party god. That stacked on top of the model physique and the boyishly charming face, made it almost impossible for Arthur not to imagine doing unmentionable things to that honey blond Adonis.
"No worries Arthur. Everyone here is cool and you'll have a great time." Alfred was practically yelling as they got to the door, completely by passing the line people seeking entrance. The bright smile that Alfred was sporting got even brighter as he belted out a cheerful "You Ivan!"
"Alfred, comrade, it has been a while." If Arthur thought Alfred was an armored tank of muscle, he couldn't possibly fathom how to describe Ivan. Standing in the traditional all black, with the exception of a five foot long gray scarf, of bouncers everywhere was a gray haired giant Russian with an innocent face that could have rivalled Alfred's own and… was that a metal pipe on his hip?!
"Arthur this is my buddy Ivan."
"It is great pleasure to meet a friend of Alfred" The Russian extended an enormous hand that could have easily engulfed Arthur's own several times over. The innocent smile on his face never faltered as he put a death grip on Arthur's poor delicate fingers.
"Pleasure." Arthur winced as his hand was released.
Turning his attention back to Alfred, the jolly Russian giant waved them in with a "Feliks said to see him at the bar!"
The smell of sweat and the sight of slowly grinding and gyrating bodies surrounded the blonds as Alfred dragged Arthur over to the bar, pausing to wave at the blank faced wheat blond DJ bobbing his head in time with the saxophone rhythm of Talk Dirty to Me in front of the Swiss flag.
"Hey Alfred, how many people do you know in this place?"
"Just a few." Alfred's innocent smile shifted into a mysterious, amused one as if sharing a private joke with everyone in the club with the exception of Arthur.
"Al! What, like, took you so long to get here? I totally thought you like decided to ditch me when I brought out like all of you faves."
"Sup Fe" Alfred responded to the individual yelling at them from across the bar. Arthur knew the voice he heard was definitely male, but the person they were approaching was wearing a neon pink tube top and a matching bow in his shoulder length blond hair.
"So is this the guy? He's like totally cute!" Directing his attention to the growing more confused by the second Arthur, he shouted over the music with a smile "I'm Feliks, a friend of Al's. He's told me, like, so much about you. You're totes more adorable than this idiot gave you credit for."
Ignoring Alfred's exclamation of "FELIKS!" and desiring to not be rude, Arthur put on a sociable smile and replied "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Feliks."
"Oh, a gentleman too? Hang on to this one Al or someone here will snatch him away."
"Don't you have work to do?" Alfred, trying his hardest to appear unruffled, dragged Arthur toward the dance floor.
"That was rather rude of you. She was just trying to be friendly." Arthur wasn't even going to pretend that he wasn't thoroughly amused by Alfred's discomfort. Seeing the man that put him on edge, more often than not, squirm was one of the very few joys in his life other than his students. So he was going to savor being in a place with someone else who could torment his partner as much as humanly possible.
"Two things. First, that was not funny dude. Second, Feliks is a guy. He just happens to like girls clothes. Don't know how he walks in those heels all night though."
Arthur had stopped listening at the knowledge of Feliks's gender. "A guy?!" he exclaimed in alarm. He took a closer look around the dance floor in front of them and immediately noticed that the short black haired, presumably Asian, person dancing between the tanned man with the mask and the sleepy looking brown haired man with the cat tattooed on his uncovered pectoral, grinding his rear against the masked man and arms around cat tattoo guy pulling him in so that they were body to body, was a little too flat and not curvy enough to be female. He continued scanning the room and took note of all of the people dancing, drinking, kissing, and… performing illicit acts in the corner of the room were all male. "What the bloody fuck kind of club did you bring me to? I thought it was weird with the bouncer with the pipe on his hip, but Feliks being a guy and… and every fucking thing here! What in the name of all things fucking normal made you think I wanted to be here…" Arthur continued his rambling and screaming until he started to hyperventilate.
"Dude, calm down." Alfred stood in front of the spazzing out brit and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Calm down. You freaking out in exactly why you're here right now. You need to pull some of your barriers down and have some fun. I've been working with you for a while and I noticed that whenever something is out of you comfort zone you try to shut it out and run. Not tonight, you're getting out of that zone, loosening up, and having a good time, okay?" As Alfred explained, he felt more than saw Arthur calm down and begin to breathe normally.
"Okay." Arthur straightened his short sleeved pale green button up and wriggled out of Alfred's arms.
"Good. Now, may I have this dance? I picked the playlist for tonight so nothing crazy should happen. Then again, Vash is DJ-ing so there's no telling when he'll deviate." Alfred broke out the 'charm-your-pants-off' smile and made it impossible for Arthur to say no to anything he wanted. Arthur unconsciously nodded his consent and felt himself being pulled to the center of the floor as the song changed. The intro of the song and Sean Paul's voice gave it away as the English version of Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. Arthur began to move to the music, letting his feet pick up the beat and his hips swing. But, like the traitor it was proving to be, 'competitive dancer brain' turned on and Arthur's movements began to transform into the jerky moves of someone trying to choreograph when they have no real control over the music.
You look at me and girl you take me to another place
Got me feeling like I'm flying like I'm out of space
Something bout your body says "come and take me"
Got me begging, got me hoping that the night don't stop
Lost in his attempts at choreography, Arthur failed to realize that a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist. "You're thinking too much again." Alfred's breath brushed against his earlobe and sent a shiver down his spine. He felt himself being pulled backward flesh against Alfred's body. "Don't think, just feel the music and follow my lead. If it helps, try closing your eyes. Imagine it's just you and me." Following Alfred's advice, Arthur let his eyelids fall and surrendered control to the other man. His hips and torso swung and twisted in time with Alfred's as he moved closer, leaving absolutely no distance between the two dancers.
Girl I like the way you move
Come and show me what to do
You can tell me that you want me
Girl you got nothing to lose
I can't wait no more
I can't wait no more
The world fell away as the song continued. Nothing remained but the two of them, grinding and rolling hips, and the music surrounding them. Arthur wound his arm around Alfred's neck behind him as he leaned his head back on Alfred's shoulder.
I wanna be contigo
And live contigo, and dance contigo
Para have contigo
Una noche loca
Ay besar tu boca
I wanna be contigo
And live contigo, and dance contigo
Para have contigo
Una noche loca
Con tremnda loca
The spearmint scented breath slipping past his eardrum in the form of song lyrics coming from Alfred's lips was doing things to Arthur's body that would never be able to be translated into words in any language. "You have a very nice voice." Arthur turned his head so that his cheek rested on Alfred's collar bone. "It's very soothing, like I could listen to it all day."
"Glad you like it Arthur. If you're nice to me, I might sing for you again." A teasing smile could be heard in Alfred's voice as he tightened his hold on Arthur's waist.
"Don't get cocky, you git." Arthur tried to sound like his usual, perpetually annoyed self, but it was impossible with how much fun he was having just dancing for the hell of it.
When was the last time I had this much fun just dancing? Arthur opened his eyes at that thought and accidentally bumped into someone. He was about to apologize but upon seeing whom he had knocked into, the only words that left his lips were "Holy. Fucking. Shit!" Standing in before him was another Alfred. This one, instead of black skinny jeans, wore red jeans of a similar style. He also wore the same style of shirt with the exception of the design. Instead of 'Hero Time' across the torso, this Alfred sported a bright red maple leaf in the center of his shirt. "Why the blood fucking hell are there two Alfreds?!" He confusedly looked back and forth between the two quickly enough to give himself whip lash.
Arthur heard his Alfred mumble in a perplexed manner "Two Alfreds?" before he looked up and met the lavender eyes that he had grown up with and yelled like a delighted child "Mattie!" releasing Arthur to hug what seemed to be his clone.
"Mattie? Alfred can you explain what the fuck is happening?" Arthur massaged his temples, trying to get his head around the situation presented to him.
"Oh Arthur, this is my twin brother Matthew Williams. Mattie this is Arthur." The twins shared one of those looks that said ten thousand words that can only be understood by people with close sibling relationships.
"You never said you had a twin! Could have saved me a fucking heart attack."
"I'd recognize that foul mouthed British accent anywhere." A heavily French accented voice that made Arthur cringe sounded over the confusion. An arm snaked around Matthew's hips and the face of a man that Arthur would rather sell his soul than see again appeared over Matthew's shoulder. "Bonsoir Arthur."
"What the bloody fuck are you doing here you cheese eating surrender monkey?!" Arthur yelled, resisting the urge to rush over to Francis and beat him until he was beyond recognition.
"Your mouth is still as foul as ever, mon ami." Francis refused to be wound up by Arthur's insults. They were part of a tradition between the two, but lately they had been getting a fair bit more creative.
"Are you going to answer my question you cum guzzling twat waffle?!" Arthur was growing more irritated by the second. But what Francis let slip past his lips next was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"You weren't complaining when it was your cum I was guzzling Arthur." Everything after that happened faster than anyone could actually remember. Arthur was being held back, barely, by Alfred and Francis was being scolded in two languages by Matthew. The area around them had been partially cleared due to Vash firing a shot into the crowd from the DJ booth and Feliks was clicking over, revealing his pink tutu and fishnet clad legs and his favorite five inch spikes, while his shaking brunet boyfriend took over for him behind the bar.
"Boys boys boys. This is, like, not how we handle things here. Vash, sweetie, can you give us a little something to, like, set the mood?" Feliks yelled over the commotion caused by the group of men, placing his hands on his hips.
A sharp voice, obviously Vash, replied "Didn't I tell you not to call me sweetie?" the rest of what he said was drowned out by his musical selection.
If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
"What the hell is this about?" Arthur finally stopped trying to get to Francis so he could rip his throat out, to turn a furiously confused face at the stupidly grinning Feliks. Feliks popped his hip out and glanced back and forth between the ocean blue eyed blond and the forest green eyed blond.
"If you boys want to fight, you have to dance it out. We decide who won by who can out do the other. Sound good? Excellent." Both men stared at the femininely dressed man making decisions for them, suppressing the urge to for a truce (temporarily) and attack him.
"Frenchie, since you weren't trying to throw any punches, you can go first. Dazzle us." Feliks stepped back to clear the floor for the two dancers.
"If I must." Francis mumbled with a long suffering sigh.
It's like one, two, three, fuck it
I'm bout to take this drink and just stuff it
Fish tank this thing along with four more shots
Of Patron I give a fuck about goin home
Straight buzzin Robotussin
Wanna get a lick of this lovin
G-g-g-get a lick of this lovin
The way Francis moved made him look weightless and heavy, loose and stiff, disorganized and controlled. Sharp arm movements flowed over smooth footwork, making Francis look like two different dancers. Just watching him made Arthur want to beat him to a quivering pulp with a stale baguette. He also to bury himself in a fifty foot ditch and never come out, because watching Francis dance was bringing back memories of the two of them that he thought he had buried under mountains of choreography.
"Alrighty Arthur, you're up." Completely lost in memories of dance partners past, Arthur failed to notice that Francis was graciously offering him the floor, until Feliks practically screamed it in his ear.
It's like one, two, thee, okay
Can I get a little Goose in my O.J.?
E'rey day feel like my birthday
And we drink champagne when we thirsty
Quit fightin' while your husband
Tryin to get his mitts in my oven
Wanna get a lick of this lovin?
G-g-g-get a lick of this lovin
Arthur began moving, trying to get his flow back as the music continued, His reminiscing's about Francis kept him off his game and he could feel it in the awkward way his foot moved and the cramp growing in his side. Arthur was on the verge of quitting, grabbing Alfred, and dragging him out of the club. Arthur turned to meet Alfred's eye. 'You think too much. Loosen up, feel the music and follow my lead.' Alfred's words drifted through his head making him smile. Taking that advice once more, Arthur cleared his mind, letting the music take control. His movements became as natural as breathing and Arthur began feeling the same rush that he got when he first started dancing. He felt the heat, the love, and the passion that he had lost for dance. Euphoria.
It's been far too long since I felt this way.
Still lost in the music, Arthur continued dancing, unconsciously drawing Francis in. Francis could see the sparks of the Arthur he once knew and joining him in that space was something he just couldn't miss. The two fell into the rhythm that made them a dynamic duo in the dancing world. An old connection that was once dissipated between the two bubbled back up to the surface. The chemistry in the air was so potent that everyone in the room could taste it. This needed to stop. Two identical flashes of blond rushed in to separate the two dancers before the situation between them could get any more intimate. Alfred hauled Arthur back toward the bar and Matthew dragged Francis out the door by his ear, much to the amusement of Ivan.
The ride to Francis's place was tense and silent. That silence carried over into the walk up to his unit, making it awkwardly longer than it actually was. Upon entrance into the apartment, the first two words to leave Matthew's beautiful pouty lips were "Bedroom. Now."
If Matthew weren't so tired of waiting, the expression that crossed Francis's face when he said "Yes sir" would have been priceless. Francis lead the way into an interior room of his apartment, completely unaware of anything his darling Matthew had planned. A sensation that he had grown quite accustomed to. Francis opened the door to his bedroom revealing a king sized bed draped with a large blanket and an ocean of pillows leaning against the head board, all modeled after the French flag. Tasteful white wood bedside tables, dressers, and bookshelves lined the walls along with a vanity and…
"A stripper pole?" Matthew cocked an eyebrow at Francis and forced back a smile at the idea that popped into his head.
"It's an excellent core workout." Francis explained, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"I agree, but I have a different use for it tonight." The predatory gleam in Matthew's eyes was the same as it was in the store room the week before. "Sit." The command in his voice had Francis sitting on his bed like a well-trained dog, and the image of him with perked up dog ears was enough to make Matthew's smile widen. In his brief scan of the room Matthew located a small speaker that would serve his purposes for the evening quite well. With a wink, he walked over to the speaker, with a little swing in his hips, to hook up his iPod and set his plan into motion. As the music began, Matthew kicked off his shoes and slowly started loosening his belt while sensually swinging his hips.
I'm tellin you to loosen up my button baby
But you keep frontin
Sayin what you gon do to me
But I ain't seen nothin
Matthew tossed his belt onto the bed, set aside for possible later use…if they had the time and energy.
Without his belt, Matthew's jeans fell a little lower off of his hips as they swung back and forth. Francis's eyes followed their path like they were a hypnotist's watch, until a shirt fell on to his face covering his eyes and blocking the show Matthew was putting on for him. He tore it away from his eyes so quickly it almost gave him a welt on his cheek. Once his line of sight was cleared he had to blink a few times because another face with lavender eyes was nose to nose with his. Fingers swiftly unbuttoned and removed his shirt as a tongue snaked out to brush across his lower lip before retreating as his dearest Matthew walked backward to lean against the cool silver pole.
Typical
Hardly the type I fall for
I like when the physical
Don't leave me askin for more
I'm a sexy mama
Who knows how to get what I wanna
What I want to do is spring this on you
Back up all the things that I told you
Matthew reached up, clasping both hands, one right over the other, on the pole pulling himself off of the ground. He flipped himself upside down so that his bare chest was against the cold metal. He swung his legs to the opposite side of the pole before sliding down to the floor. Francis looked like he was going to bite his lip off with how hard he was gnawing on it. The bulge in his pants looked like it was going to destroy his zipper. Everything about this was going better than Matthew could have ever dreamed.
Baby can't you see?
How these clothes are fittin on me
And the heat comin from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know
Matthew unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down his sinfully swinging hips until they hit the floor and he stepped out of them. In the process Matthew may have saved Francis's bottom lip, because his jaw dropped at the sight of Matthew's choice of undergarment for the evening.
"Are you supposed to do that to a nation's flag?" Francis panted, eyes travelling to the red and white thong wrapped around Matthew's waist with a red maple leaf covering his crotch.
Matthew smirked at the comment. "Not sure. But I'm almost certain we shouldn't do what I'm planning on yours." Matthew straddled Francis's waist, pushing his shoulders down. Francis pulled Matthew down, meeting him halfway with a steaming kiss that Matthew did not hesitate to return. Lips and tongues intermingled as Matthew's fingers went to work relieving some of the pressure on Francis's cock by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. A sigh of relief passed Francis's lips followed by an impassioned groan as a hand wrapped around his unclothed member.
"This seems kind of familiar. Right down to one of us being sans underwear." Matthew chuckled then gaped at the sound of shredding fabric.
"True. But I intend to finish what we started last week." Francis flipped them over so that was resting between his beautifully naked Matthew's legs. He trailed kisses down Matthew's neck and collar bone, tasting the salty sweat from Matthew's little performance. Remembering Matthew's sensitive places Francis zeroed in on Matthew's nipple bringing his lips down to place a kiss and trail his tongue over one.
"Ah." Matthew gasped as Francis picked back up where they began the week before. Same spot, same delicious pressure. The only thing missing was Francis's hand massaging his manhood. But as much as Matthew desired for that hand to stroke him into sweet oblivion, he knew Francis was occupying that hand with gathering things that would make this night perfect, judging by the shuffling he heard in in the bedside table drawer.
"Francis.." The sound of his own name moaned in Matthew's voice made him want to move this process along a lot faster, but doing things too quickly with Matthew usually ended with Matthew pumping the brakes or an interruption. Francis, finally retrieving what he'd been after, a bottle of lube and a condom, pulled his hand out of the drawer, ready to devote the entirety of his attention to Matthew. He placed the items on the side of his body where he could easily reach them when the time came. His now free handmade its way down Matthew's side to his hip as he licked a path down to Matthew's neglected manhood and enveloped him in the warmth of his mouth. Matthew hissed as Francis ran his tongue up and down the underside of his cock. He heard the sound of a cap coming off of a bottle, but he couldn't bring himself to care because his head was in a lovely daze that he never wanted lifted. The moist finger making its way into his entrance caught his attention.
"You're already pretty loose down here, darling" Francis breathed against the tips of Matthew's dick as a second finger joined the first. "I'm already two fingers in." He scissored, twisted, and crooked his fingers searching for Matthew's magic spot.
"I may h-ah-have pregamed a little before we –Aaaaaaah-JESUS!" Everything in Matthew's line of vision vanished behind a wall of white before dispersing into fireworks behind his eyelids.
As Matthew gasped, trying to gain some semblance of control, Francis pressed his fingers against that spot again. "Found it." Francis chuckled as he watched Matthew's back arch when he moaned.
"Francis…. Hurry up and fuck me!" Matthew's yell of frustration transformed into a groan of pleaser as he rocked himself on Francis's fingers.
"As you wish, dearest" Francis removed his fingers and lined himself up with Matthew's entrance. He pushed himself into Matthew's heat and had to use every fiber of his being not to drive full throttle into his new lover. He may have been trying to get here for damn near a month but he had always been a considerate lover and he was not willing to compromise that.
"Move." Matthew was breathing rapidly and he felt uncomfortable stretched but he was sick of waiting. He waited months to get into Francis's studio and somewhere along the way it became a count down until they became one. All of that waiting time no longer mattered to him as he felt Francis thrust in and out of him. The sound of labored breathing with the occasional moan from Matthew filled the room until Francis his Matthew's magic button.
"FRANCIS!" Matthew screamed in ecstasy and started meeting Francis thrust for thrust. "MORE!"
"Oui, mon amour" Francis angled his hips so that he couldn't miss that spot. Every moan from Matthew push Francis closer and closer to the edge. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back, his rhythm was already slipping, but he was determined to make Matthew finish first. He could feel Matthew tightening around him and the last thing his darling needed was one final push. Francis wrapped his fingers around Matthew's straining member and started to jerk him off.
"Fuck… FRANCIS!" Matthew's voice ringing out in climax was the final push Francis needed. He pushed himself deeper into Matthew and let everything that he had been holding back, release into his lover with a groan from the bottom of his soul. Both blonds exhaustedly attempted to catch their breath as Francis pulled out of Matthew and collapsed beside him. Ignoring the dull ache in his hips, Matthew turned and curled himself against Francis, tucking his head under Francis's chin, while Francis wrapped his arms around Matthew with a content sigh.
"Francis?"
"Oui?"
"Je t'aime."
Francis kissed Matthew's forehead and responded "Je t'aime aussi."
A/N: Sorry this is so late. The past week just got away from me. But you guys don't care about that. This chapter was brought to you by three songs this time around. Bailando (English Version) by Enrique Iglesias feat Sean Paul, Bass Down Low by Dev feat. The Cateracs, and Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls. As usual all credit for our lovely musical selections goes to the writer, producers and artist. I own nothing here but the story and choreography therein. Reviews are always always always welcome. They let me know what you like and what you don't like. Thanks! See you next week when we'll hopefully be back on schedule.