The Joke
Pairings: ArthurxFrancis; AlfredxIvan; more will appear...
Warnings: implied sexual situations, implied abuse, descriptive masturbation, illegal substances (and legal);
Notes: written on the first person. It will change plots.
-Arthur POV-
After the groceries, where I tried to be civilized with the frog, we went to dinner, he made it and I took care of the clothes because he doesn't let me put a toe in that kitchen since the scones incident… it was not my fault that thing started burning…
After diner I was on the couch and looked to my side getting a view of the kitchen, more exactly the sink, where Francis was washing the dishes. I stared for a while wondering if he would tell me, not that I care, I am merely curious, that's all. And he is always here annoying me when I need, so I have all the rights to annoy him back…
He noticed my stare and started to sway his lips pervert… I muttered under my breath and he finished cleaning his hands on a cloth.
He was about to take the ribbon he always wears to push his hair back when I called him to me. I don't know why he smiled; I was only trying to be a good person, that's all…
He has the silkiest and perfect hair. The bastard takes good care of it too, besides his golden strands are very pretty.
I must admit I'm slightly envious of it. Once he told he likes when people touch his hair, for some reason he doesn't let many people touch it though…
He sat in front of me, it reminded me at the first time we did this, he was crying and talking about his mother after I told him about my own and he placed his face on his hands, I had the urge to help him so I grabbed his head and force him to lay my legs proceeding to pet his hair softly. I was surprised about how soft it felt, after a while he was sleeping on my lap…
I smiled softly and took the ribbon from his hair; he looks very handsome with it… I mean, for a frog. Then I started to place my fingers on the golden strands softly with care for not push any nest that may occur on that wavy hair, he shifted placing his head fully on my lap and I saw him close his eyes. I pushed myself a bit to the front to watch his face, he looks very peaceful breathing softly through slightly open lips, I bite my own and asked softly ''Will you tell me?'', I suppose I felt him shivering, I am not sure, it was soft and I don't think he even noticed…
''It was just too much cher… I'm better now.'' I nodded, he was not ready, maybe Ivan is right and he needs some space. I hope he tells me though…
I started moving my fingers near the skin absently while staring at his face that become slightly closed but still relaxed, and I couldn't help start talking with breath quick and heart beating furiously ''I'm here Francis… you know tha- …''
And a fucking phone ringed..
I am glad it woke me up from my French frog induced stupor but other side of me didn't like it one bit... it seemed Francis didn't like it too since he glared daggers to the phone but it let me preoccupied when his face was slightly shocked and concerned.
It was Mathew, at least he was fine, and we are both very protective about the lads. I asked if he wanted company but he said no, I guess he want to talk with the lad a bit alone…
He left the house taking his car keys with him and I sat on the couch the ribbon touching my hand and I stared at it before grabbing it. It's silk, blue matching his eyes… I placed it on the kitchen on his proper place and went to take a bath, I am slightly aroused and will take the chance to release, and no, it was not because of the frog!
-On the bathroom-
Arthur stepped on the tub letting the warm water fall on his head, the feeling of golden strands was still on his fingers and the smell of Francis after shave lingered on the bathroom air. Normally everything the French buys smells like roses, the aftershave is the only strong-smelling thing he wears; it's husky and manly but smells wonderfully, without much though Arthur ran a hand on his chest and the other on his half aroused member, pumping it a few times until full erection.
His mind was filled with French husky words murmured on his ear and soft hands grabbing his sides and caressing his body, like on that disaster day. He still can feel the lips kissing his mouth and the taste of wine mixing with scotch, he feels that sinful tongue lapping his collar skin and mouth kissing and biting his neck;
His strokes become more hard and desperate on his shaft, up and down, caress the head, moan; half lidded blue eyes peeking and a hot mouth taking his member inside it, his hand grabs his hair and for the first time is not soft but hard and the grip demanding, Francis complies sucking and lapping the foreskin of the erect cock on his hand he looks up and whisper ''come to me petit lapin'' and takes it on his mouth again sucking hard while grabbing his balls skilled and precise,.
His own hand moves even more desperate, he holds himself against the wall while the water falls on him and he moans 'Francis' when he comes hard on the wall, he watches the water cleaning his own sin, his own desire and he knows no one knows what he has done or thought, he will never admit it either.
Notes: I re-posted.
Next- Matthew.
The bathroom scene is in the third person because he won't admit what he done or though, simple.
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I am sorry for the mistakes that the story probably has.
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