Hitting the button repeatedly, Francis couldn't wait for the elevator. It was too slow. Way too slow. Why was it so slow?
Finally the metallic doors opened, and he stepped inside, pushing the button to close the doors. Did that really work? Or was it just a button to press to pass the time. Because no matter how many times he pushed it, the doors wouldn't close any faster. Eventually he got out and to the door he wanted. "Arthur! Open up, quick!" He pounded on it, knowing that this stupid piece of wood was the only thing between him and the inside of this apartment.
Hearing Francis all but have a conniption fit on his door, the Englishman was glad he hadn't just taken off his clothes for a shower as he went to the door. "Why should I let you inside?" He yelled back through the door. Arthur looked through the peephole but all he could see was Francis' face.
"Because it's Valentines!" And I have a boner was the unsaid part of his reason. Dammit, he was about to kick this door in! His fist kept knocking on the wood, not letting up until Arthur would open the door.
"All the more reason to leave you out there; and would you please stop trying to knock down my door!" If he made any more racket, his neighbours would surely complain and he didn't want to deal with it.
"Let me in! Or I tell everyone what we do in our spare time!" He couldn't stand it much longer! He needed to be on the other side of this door, or else hell would break lose, and he wouldn't be held responsible! Why couldn't he have just waited till he got here to start his plan?
"You tell everyone anyways!" Still, Arthur opened his door in a hurry, undoing the chain and unlocking the door for Francis to come in. He didn't really want to see him after seeing him at work showing off his yellowing hickey, but he didn't want him to open his big mouth. "What has you so insistent?"
As soon as the door was open, he surged forward, attacking Arthur's lips. Francis reached behind himself to slam the door closed. Pressing his needy erection into the Brit's crotch, he pulled back slightly. "Red bull and Viagra."
Blushing as he was all but molested, Arthur groaned. "You didn't! What the bloody hell were you thinking? You could have a heart attack!" That wouldn't be his fault then, and he surely wasn't going to allow him the satisfaction on valentines day.
"Well then we should have sex before I die." Francis said before latching onto his neck and with deft hands went right for Arthur's pants. He didn't have time for waiting around, he needed to be inside him NOW.
Squirming away from the embrace, Arthur tried to get the hands out of his trousers but to no avail. "You will die if you have sex right now!" It was that day and Arthur had hoped that he could spend it locked inside his apartment, oblivious to the shenanigans the rest of the world was getting up to.
"But I love you and it's valentines and I'm horny and if I don't have sex right now I will have to find someone else, even if I don't want to." He continued trying to undress him, pinning him to the wall and kissing him deeper.
Torn between wanting to push Francis away and wanting to push them closer, Arthur growled deep in his throat. With the Frenchman being so needy it was turning him on more than he would have hoped. But, maybe he could use that to his advantage. "Beg me and I'll never ask to be top again."
Francis couldn't even think right, because he didn't even care. "Fine. Please s'il vous plaît, god Arthur let me fuck you." He didn't care anymore, he just needed sex, right here right now. He started taking off his pants, releasing his need.
Arthur let out an unconscious moan as Francis pleas travelled straight to his cock. Watching as the other man took of his pants to release his already straining prick, Arthur couldn't help as another needy sound bubbled from his lips. "Francis... You're an idiot."
"Just turn around." There was no time to get to the bed, and hardly enough time to prepare him. Francis really should have called ahead and told Arthur to get the lube and stretch himself so they wouldn't have to wait so long.
"I'm not going to turn around so you can shag me against the door!" The hand on his cock made him moan despite his words. It was like the air itself was charged with his lust and was turning Arthur on as well.
"Fine against the wall then." Francis panted, close to forcefully moving him. This was still taking too long! He wasn't sure how long the red bull was going to last, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, he had drank about three.
Groaning, Arthur just pushed Francis' hands off his lower half and turned around. It wasn't fault being molested while Francis was so needy was hot. Bracing himself against the door, Arthur looked back at him; completely at a loss as to why he was acting this way. "So are you going to shag me or what?"
Giving a low groan, Francis covered the distance and pressed their bodies together. He wrapped his arms around his body, quickly unfastening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. Then he placed his fingers in front of Arthur's face, wiggling them slightly. "Suck."
Arthur felt the other's erection grind against the cleft of his arse as his mouth opened for the fingers. Already he was sweating and getting insanely hard as his tongue ran over the digits in his mouth, coating them in saliva. How did this end up happening? Normally he would have just locked Francis somewhere that he couldn't get to him or kicked him out. What made this time different enough to let himself be fucked against his door?
Taking his fingers out, Francis replaced them at Arthur's hole, putting two in at once. He should be glad he got this much, because really his cock felt like it was dying and even the air moving around it felt pleasurable. But not nearly as pleasurable as being in this tight ass would be.
Putting his forehead against the door as well, Arthur bit his lip at the pain of being stretched so quickly. "If I bleed I won't forgive you." Really, he had to go back to work when the weekend was over, and he didn't want to stand the whole day. Already everything was going so fast which felt strange since they had barely spoken at work other than when Francis wanted to show off his bite mark or give him food.
"You made me bleed." He said quickly, thrusting his fingers in and out with vigour. He was hyper, and couldn't seem to stop moving. He started kissing his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. So what if they weren't completely naked, this was still going to have to happen.
Arthur's fingernails dug into the door slightly at the pain. "That was different. I didn't show up at your house with a raging boner and demanding sex." Well, he actually confessed that he liked the Frenchman, but it was still much different than demanding sex.
"You could have refused. I would have just had my Valentine's day with someone else." Really, he wasn't sure he would have made it out the building before grabbing someone and getting them to have sex with him in some dark room. He added a third finger, almost done with the stretching.
Gritting his teeth Arthur spread his legs wider. "Like you would." It wasn't like Arthur could deny Francis when he was so turned on. If he was just demanding sex he could, but it made it so much better that it was spontaneous. Wait, did he just think that? It was now obvious that he had been around Francis for much too long.
Taking his fingers out, Francis grabbed himself and placed his cock at the entrance. "Be glad I lasted this far." He said before pushing in, feeling the contracting walls around him. His hands went immediately to Arthur's erection, trying to sooth the pain.
Yelling out for a second from the pain, Arthur braced himself even more against the door as Francis pushed in deeply. Even the hand on his erection couldn't help distract from the burn. "You... Wanker..." He hissed through his teeth.
Finally he was inside! Francis gave a sigh of relief, after going so long with an erection and not having anything around it. He didn't move much, though, not wanting to hurt Arthur more than he had to. He wasn't bleeding now, so if he went slow he shouldn't bleed.
"How long ago did you take it..." He grumbled out, not wanting Francis to move too fast, but wanting there to be at least a bit of friction. With just how rushed he was before Arthur wanted to know just how long he tortured himself by taking Red Bull and Viagra. Was the man a complete idiot? It wasn't like he needed either, never mind together. He was surprised that he could even talk without it coming out as a garbled mess. Or French.
"About twenty minutes ago." He panted, slowly pulling out so only his head was still inside. He let out a breath, the caffeine from the red bull making him want to slam back in as fast as he could.
Taking a breath in as he pulled out, Arthur's voice quavered as he growled. "Brainless git..." If he died, then it would be all his fault. Arthur didn't tell him to do something so idiotic, so it wasn't his fault.
As the tightness around his cock slowly became less, and it stopped feeling like he was going to be broken in half, Francis started going faster. It felt really good, because he felt that he was even harder than normal.
Once again, Arthur just made a strangled sound as the Frenchman started to go faster. It felt amazing but he would never say it. If Arthur gave him the satisfaction of knowing that, then he could try and get him to have sex in other unpractical places.
His head falling forward, Francis once again sucked lightly on Arthur's neck, careful not to make a lasting hickey. One of his hands started travelling up his shirt, picking at hardened nipples, while the other continued on his cock. "Happy Valentines day."
"Shut the bloody hell up." Arthur winced, still unable to think much further away from his prick that was being stroked and his hole that was being filled. He could tell that Francis' whole body was as tense as a bow string from the energy drink plus he was harder than normal from the Viagra.
Francis smiled as he thrust hard into him, obviously hitting his sweet spot by the moan that escaped. He kept up the now-fast pace, feeling the need to cum welling up inside him. He needed to release, because he had been hard like this for almost half an hour already.
Moaning again as his body was wracked with pleasure, Arthur's knees almost buckled as his prostate was thrust into again. It would have been better to do this facing each other, but the Briton didn't want to give Francis the satisfaction of seeing just how much he could affect him.
"Arthur... call my name... when you cum..." Francis put one of his hands on the door for support, feeling it move slightly from the hard thrusts. He was surprised no one was knocking on the door to complain, but it was really a good thing, considering.
"Tch..." Arthur grunted, his face bright red and his legs feeling weak. "You c-aaah!-an't make me." It hadn't been more than a minute and he was already feeling like he was going to cum both from the prick up his arse and the hand on his own throbbing one.
No, he couldn't make him, but he could make him want to. Francis squeezed the head of his erection, his thumb rubbing over the slit. He really couldn't imagine wanting to do this with anyone else on this day, and he remembered his other Valentines always felt so hollow.
Arthur let out another loud moan, his climax seconds away. He could feel the weight pooling in his abdomen as he tried to hold on to it before he exploded. Without thinking or realizing it, he yelled out Francis' name as ordered before his hot seed was shooting out of his prick onto the Parisian's hand with a few drops on his door.
His own shaft being squeezed, Francis felt his own orgasm making it's way through his body. He didn't know if it was the Red Bull or the Viagra that made it feel different, but something did it, and as he filled Arthur with his seed, he also moaned out the Brit's name.
Collapsing against the door, Arthur would have slid to the floor if it weren't for Francis' shaft still inside him. "Pull out you frog. I can barely stand." The only thing was that it didn't feel as if it was softening. If anything, it was still as hard as when they started...
"Well, we can go to the bed, but I am not going to pull out." Francis said, because they weren't going to be done for a while.
So... this is the second last chapter... *hides from things being thrown* Please don't hate us! It had to end some time...