A bone jarring shiver travelled through Arthur's body. Before he knew what he was doing, he had shifted his prick so that he could put his trousers back on and stood up quickly. "Let's go before I change my mind and realize just how degrading this will be."

Laughing slightly, Francis did the same. It was a good thing there weren't any other people in the row, so they didn't have to do the awkward shuffling with hard ons. That would be worse than normal.

Waiting a second for Francis to catch up, Arthur had stormed off towards the bathroom as calmly as someone like him could with a raging erection and a brain set on 'snog and shag' mode. Now under the bright lights of the cinema's hallways, he didn't wait for the other blond to catch up.

Running slightly behind him, Francis made sure there were no people working outside, because it would be painfully obvious what they were going to do. They made their way to the bathroom, the Frenchman having memorized the route.

All but throwing the bathroom door open, Arthur barked out a quick ''Ello?' before deeming the place empty. Turning around, he saw Francis get in just a second after him and, his eyes dilated with lust, pushed himself against the Frenchman. Effectively pinning him to the wall, Arthur didn't waste any time undoing his pants again and attacking the other's mouth.

Also undoing Arthur's pants, Francis pushed back with his tongue. "We should move to a stall. In case someone comes in." Of course, Francis locked the door, but a worker could have keys to open it, and that would not be good.

"Fine." At this point, they could have sex against the door to keep anyone from coming in and he would be ok with it as long as he got off. Reluctantly pulling himself off Francis, Arthur grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the nearest stall. This was one of the most daring things he had done sober, but the Frenchman somehow managed to get him to act like this despite how much he knew he would hate them both for doing this.

Locking the door, they both continued getting undressed. Francis started kissing down his neck, sucking and licking alternatively. He turned Arthur around so he was facing the toilet, and started wondering how they were going to do this.

With his trousers and underwear off and his shirt unbuttoned but still on his small frame, Arthur looked behind him with a small frown as Francis was doing something. "What are you waiting for? I'm willing, aren't I?"

He went forward, smiling. Well, the position could work itself out. He had a thought back to their first time, when they were also forced to use saliva as lube. "You seem more eager than usual. Starting to fall in love with me?"

Blushing despite their predicament, Arthur just snapped back at him. "That's impossible you git. Now shag me so we can go on with pretending to actually care about each other." The only reason he was so upset was because, deep down -not that he would ever admit it to himself- it was the truth.

Licking his fingers so they were coated in saliva, Francis quickly pushed two in. Since they had only had sex the night before, he wasn't as tight as he usually was, which was nice. It meant less time preparing him.

Groaning as the fingers were roughly thrust in his hole, Arthur wasn't about to complain. It was not an ideal place to be doing such an activity, but it was still good. After all, he knew the Frenchman knew what he was doing even if he didn't want to think of the reason why that was. Holding his weight against the top of the toilet, he pushed himself against those sinful fingers that were deep inside him already.

Twisting and curling his fingers, Francis tracked down Arthur's prostate. "Are you ready? Or should I add another finger for good measure?" The place that they were doing this must be turning the Frenchman on more than usual, because he could hardly wait to be inside him.

"Put your prick inside me now!" Arthur growled, letting out a very gentlemanly keening sound as his prostate was jabbed and stroked. He wasn't sure just how Francis was planning to do this, but he couldn't really care too much at this point.

Taking out his fingers, Francis bent down to his pants on the ground so he could get a condom. "Kneel on the toilet." It was a small stall, so that would have to do. At least this toilet had a cover on it, although that probably wasn't their original purpose.

Instead of doing as Francis said, Arthur just shook his head and turned around. "No. I want to... to do it face to face." It wasn't that he liked the snail eating git (he felt like he hadn't insulted him enough, and had to do so to save face) but that he figured it would be more comfortable and easier. And... Intimate? As intimate as having sex in a movie theatre's bathroom was.

Sighing, Francis nodded. He admitted this would make things more difficult, but he had been in much more... acrobatic situations than this. "Alright. Stand on the toilet seat so you can wrap your legs around my waist. Hold onto the top of the stall walls." It would be awkward for thrusting, but still doable.

Nodding, the Briton did as told: first grabbing onto the top of the stall walls after he got up high enough, then wrapping his legs loosely on Francis' hips so he was positioned above his length. "Are you going to put it in or do I need to do it myself?"

Holding Arthur up, Francis bit his lip. He made sure Arthur was still on him before taking a hand off his butt so he could position his cock at his entrance. "Lower slowly, if you can." He mumbled, hoping they could stay like this long enough. It probably looked pretty ridiculous, but from where he was standing it was incredibly sexy.

Shaking slightly as he tried to let the length slide in him slowly, he gave up once it was mostly in and let it slam in. "Blood hell..." He breathed, looking to the side with lust clouded eyes. Looking back to Francis' eyes, a strong urge over came him to take his lips in a bruising kiss, nipping at his lips. "Move."

Wondering just how he was going to do that, Francis rolled his hips. It wasn't thrusting into him, but he watched Arthur's eyes close and he let out a sound half way between a moan and a growl. "Lift yourself up, I will help." He said before rolling his hips again.

Needless to say, Arthur didn't boast an impressive upper body strength, so with both of their help, he was able to rise until only till the head of his erection was still inside before dropping down harder. The Englishman dug his heels into Francis' lower back as they continued the motion, creating a slow, but hard rhythm that was quickly picking up its pace.

Helping him move, Francis still rocked his hips at the same time as their thrusts. Even with the slow pace, it felt amazing. "Are you alright?" He asked, because it was a difficult position and there was pretty much no way he could touch Arthur's cock like this.

"I'm fine! Move more!" It was already putting strain on his shoulders and arms, but the friction was much too addicting to stop. Really though, this was the slowest sex they have had, and it felt much more intimate because of it.

Grunting, Francis tried moving faster. Because of the position, Arthur was clenching around his cock even more than normal. It was slightly less sensitive for him because of the condom, but it was still amazing.

Throwing his head to the side, Arthur let out a wanton moan as his prostate was all but rammed. Not quite realizing what he was doing, he turned back and, blushing, looked Francis in the eyes. His own were probably darkened, just as the Frenchman's blue ones were.

Tilting his head so he could match their lips, Francis kissed him. He wanted to help Arthur with his dripping cock, but was worried that if he took his hands off him that their erotic tower would fall.

Pushing against his mouth, Arthur quickly flicked his tongue out to join Francis'. His prick was bobbing in time with their hard thrusts which made him desperate to have it touched, but he knew it would be impossible. His arms were also getting tired but nothing could help him with that either.

Pulling away from the kiss, Francis leaned his head back slightly, panting. He could tell already that they would both be in pain tomorrow, but it was worth it. "I love you... Say it..." He said between breaths, his arms burning.

"I..." Arthur started, tightening his fingers holding him up as he moaned loudly, "I love you, you slimy, wine drinking, pompous git!" With that, he whined deep in his throat as he came over his stomach and chest.

It could have been the fact that the walls surrounding Francis' cock tightened when Arthur came, or it could have been the breathless confession that did it, but either way, the Frenchman was filling up the condom with his fluids and moaning Arthur's name. Quickly, he let the younger blond down so they were at the same height, so it was easier to kiss.

Wrapping his arms around Francis' neck, Arthur just barely remembered the cum on him before he pressed their bodies together. His arms were much too tired to hold themselves up, so he had to entwine his fingers with the Frenchman's hair to keep them up. His entire body seemed to just be his racing heartbeat as he came off his high.

Pulling away, Francis looked down at their bodies. He took off the condom, wrapping it up in toilet paper. "I'll be right back." He said, going out of the stall to drop it into the garbage. He came back to see Arthur wiping himself off with toilet paper.

Once Arthur was fairly clean, he threw the soiled toilet paper into the loo and flushed it, looking back to Francis as it was gone. He didn't really know what to say, so he just openly stared at him. It wasn't so much that it was creepy, as Arthur just wanted to get a good look at him since he was normally much too shy or proud to.

"Well, if we go back to the movie now I think we would be terribly confused, so shall we get dressed and go back to your place?" Francis asked, cleaning himself off as well. He wouldn't want cum on his clothes, because people always seemed to suspect correctly what it was.

Hesitating for a second, Arthur just nodded and then started to do up his shirt. He was desperately trying to forget just what he said, because he hadn't even thought about saying it before. It just... Came out. Even though he said it, it was still hard to accept.

They both got dressed, and Francis knew his arms were starting to feel like lead. They were so heavy after holding him up, he wasn't sure if he would be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Luckily tomorrow was Sunday.

Walking out of the bathroom slowly, Arthur was desperately trying to keep both his mind and blush under check. He should have expected a date with Francis to end up like this, but he would have never imagined being comfortable -or as comfortable as he was- doing it in a public bathroom.

We wanted to try writing a very different position... so this is what you get! Hope you all enjoyed it!