Francis watched him go, and then he started walking towards the green bridge and his home. He felt horrible on the inside, knowing what he just did to Matthew. It was horrible from all aspects, Matthew now hated him as well as Michelle, and he still felt empty on the inside. He was supposed to be from the country of love, but he somehow always ended with no love whatsoever.
Francis watched him go, and then he started walking towards the green bridge and his home. He felt horrible on the inside, knowing what he just did to Matthew. It was horrible from all aspects, Matthew now hated him as well as Michelle, and he still felt empty on the inside. He was supposed to be from the country of love, but he somehow always ended with no love whatsoever.
But poor Matthew, how could he have done that to him? What would happen now? Will he call the police? He didn't know, but it seemed as if the greyness was catching, because he almost didn't care. He wished all this didn't happen, but he couldn't pretend forever.
When he got to the bridge, he saw Ivan, with his head in his hands, sitting on a big rock. As he walked, Ivan looked up.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you okay?" Francis asked, seeing his puffy red eyes from crying.
"Nothing, just get outta here, I can't seem to be able to control myself today." he laughed halfheartedly as if it was a joke but he said it truthfully, Francis knew.
"Tell me what happened, come on." Francis said
"I-I can't, I'm just a horrible person, so you should go away quick, yes?" he said trying to convince Francis to leave, but he also wanted him to say it aloud.
"Ha, if you knew how horrible of a person I was, you wouldn't be saying that." Francis said, almost just to himself.
"You couldn't be worse than me." Ivan said, laughing at the idea of Francis thinking he was a bad person. He was perfect, never got into fight, no one was scared of him and got he friends easily.
"Well I did some thing bad this time. I don't even know how to handle it… I want to keep it a secret, but it would be a secret that would destroy me from the inside out. But if I told it, and it got out, I would be destroyed from the outside and inside." Francis said quietly, but he said it in a much more controlled French accent so Ivan could fully understand what he was saying.
"Well why don't you tell me, yes? I won't tell anyone else." Ivan said, getting some energy back.
"I don't think its a good idea…" Francis said, standing up, and trying to walk away, but Ivan grabbed him and pulled him back into the woods, past the rock.
"Oh, come on, I promise I'll keep the secret." he begged, not exactly because he wanted to know, but because he didn't want Francis to leave him alone to his thoughts.
"No, I got to go." he said, trying to pull away, but only got into a mini wrestling match, of course with Ivan winning. Then, because it was so dark, they tripped over a root and fell to the ground. Ivan was on top of him and Francis looked away.
"Tell me please?" Ivan asked.
Francis couldn't stand to look at him in the eye, but he couldn't stand to look away either.
"I raped someone. Nothing could get worse than that, ami."
Ivan was surprised, but he almost thought it shouldn't be all that surprising. It was Francis after all… "I'm worse than that, I raped one, almost two, guys." now it was Francis's turn to be surprised, but not, at the same time.
"And now I think I might do it again." Ivan said, he just couldn't stop himself, he wanted to become one with everyone. Besides, Francis looked just too perfect right then. Ivan pulled off Francis's shirt and jacket, and tied his wrists with them.
He was fully restrained by Ivan, but to Francis, it made it almost better. He could feel less blame; he would be the victim here, he wanted to feel what Matthew did, as some sort of punishment that made him blame himself less. This made him feel free, ironic as that was, he wanted to have no choice, because it was fodder for his internal desire. But in truth, he was enjoying himself as much as Ivan was.
Ivan sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey. Francis knew it was risky, but he let out his voice. He didn't want people to find him; he wanted it to continue. If they did find him, then he wouldn't be blamed at all, he would hate himself still, and have to look like he hated Ivan for doing this to him, as a lie to cover up his feelings.
Francis again, broke his own rules, and began to kiss Ivan back. It was hard to resist. Then Ivan reached down, and unbuttoned Francis' pants, and unzipped them. Ivan ran his fingers around the bulge in Francis's pants; who could feel their warmth, arousing him more.
Ivan kissed him again, and his shaft stiffened, and rubbed up against Ivan's jeans as they kissed. Ivan undid his pants, tossing them to the pine needle strewn forest floor. Their members rubbed together as they kissed deeper. Then Ivan began to stroke them both together in his big hand. They soon were moist and, the boys were breathing heavily, moaning at times when Ivan touched their sensitive spots. Then Ivan began working at Francis's backside. Francis still had no choice in the matter, but he didn't do anything to stop it. He let it happen with no complaints.
One finger was in, then another, and when there was three. Ivan couldn't wait any longer; he had to do it then. The first time Francis felt it poking; his voice came out too loud. Ivan quieted him with his lips and tongue. Then in it went, Francis felt so good, but he began to cry. The inner battle of if this was right or wrong tore at his insides, and so he cried. Ivan didn't know why Francis cried, but assumed it was his fault. He gave up trying to make it even a bit comfortable for him. He plunged in right then, and then proceeded to go in and out roughly. He had to stop kissing for a bit to breath, and he wiped the sweat from his brow, even though he knew it wouldn't help. Francis agin let out into the silent night.
Francis panted and was out of breath when he came. He spurted on Ivan's face, who wiped it off and licked some of it up while he continued to pick up speed. It repulsed Francis and made him want more at the same time. Right then, Ivan came inside him. They were both exhausted. Ivan knew he had to pull out, and he did with sorrow, thinking this would be the last time he could be this close to Francis, especially like this.
As they calmed down, their breathing got steadier, and Francis battle still continued. He looked at Ivan and the sight of his sweaty body, with cum in places, made him give up the war. He surrendered to himself. He didn't do this just to make up for what he did to Matthew, and to fill the void, he kind of liked Ivan, and he had to admit that to himself. But at the same time, Ivan was starting a battle in his head, did he like Francis, or not, and if he did, why did he do such a horrible thing to him that it would make him cry? So he began to cry. Again.
Francis didn't understand, he thought everything would work out now, but now he's crying. Ivan couldn't look him in the eyes, he felt that if he did then all he would see was hatred and he didn't want to see that. He was regretting what he did, but wanted to do it again just as much.
Francis leaned into Ivan, hugging him, and holding him close. Ivan didn't understand at first, but he hugged back. He needed something tangible to hold on to, or else he might get swept along in his river of sadness never to return. They held each other like that, naked and sweaty, covered with cum and pine needles in the woods until Ivan stopped crying.
"I'm sorry." Ivan managed to say.
"Don't be sorry, because you haven't done anything wrong."
"But, I..."
"It's okay. Do you like me?" Francis asked, as a split second decision
Ivan took a second to retain what he just heard, then there was silence while he decided to answer, and he finally answered, "Yes, I think I do."
"Well I like you, so it's ok mon amour." Francis said then kissed him gently.
They both got dressed, and tried to wipe themselves off, but it was no use. Then they walked home their separate ways, with a promise to meet they're again at 3:30 the next day. They both fell asleep wishing the other were there in bed with them.
yes I know, not a usual pairing, but I hope you like it anyway :)
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