Francis relaxed on the sofa, his body burning with anticipation, as Hindley continued to feverently kiss him, even though he had just made him come in the most tender and gentle way. It seemed he was possessed of a deeper and more intense energy under the surface, and he wanted more. He started off my removing Francis' waistcoat, and undressing him slowly. His kisses were continuous and sensual, as his tongue explored his lover's sweet mouth. "Arthur…" gasped Francis, overcome with the moment. "I want you…" he uttered in breathy sighs. In those moments he knew he would do anything for him.
"Don't call me Arthur…" Hindley replied, with a low growl in his voice still being extremely gentle, but with an edge, like there was so much more to come. "My name is Hindley… say my name."
"Hindley…" uttered Francis through wanton kisses, as his lover continued to undress him, undoing his shirt buttons one by one.
"That's it…" He whispered as he pulled his lovers shirt down over his shoulders, gazing hungrily at his body. He had never made love to a man before, but he knew what he was doing, as he took hold of his shoulders and gently pushed him down on the sofa. Francis willingly laid back for him, as he started to remove his britches, leaving him naked and vulnerable in his arms. Hindley was reassuring and kept kissing him, and biting his neck gently, and then he took off his own shirt throwing it carelessly on the floor. For once Francis viewed his well toned body in the firelight, leaning over him, and then Hindley straddled him, being a little rougher than he had been previously, as his arousal became more apparent.
"Do you want this, Francis?" He asked undoing his belt.
"Oui Hindley…" He replied. "I want you…" I said, remembering not to call him Arthur, even though that was his first name.
At first he was very gentle, because he wanted to care for his lover, he didn't want to hurt him. However, it was inevitable that it would happen, as he made love to him. To make it easier, he hauled Francis legs up and over his shoulders, before pressing down hard. Francis lay there, his body twisted into this unnatural position, gripping the contours of the sofa and once again aroused and ready. Hindley undid the ribbon in Francis' hair and wrapped his silky locks around his wrist, pulling on it, becoming rougher, and taken with the fervour of lovemaking. Francis was shaking, wanting so much to cry out, as Hindley grasped his hair, and thrust hard, but knew if he did then the servants would hear, and they might come in and catch them together, and so it was with a great effort that he stopped himself, instead letting out a stifled whimper. It was extremely painful, but pleasurable at the same time, but Hindley had only just begun, he pushed harder and harder and even when he saw the tears sparkling in Francis' eyes he still didn't stop. He kept going, like a man possessed, with passion and energy, grunting like a wild animal, and Francis, lying underneath him, whimpering and crying, feeling like he'd been sliced in half, his body twisting wildly, as he clung to him, gasping for a breath, he felt him deep inside, over and over and it was like he would never stop. Hindley's veins stuck out on his neck, and he reared up, his face flushed deep red as he climaxed hard, pulling on Francis hair, practically wrenching it out of his head and he too, using every ounce of effort to stop himself screaming out. Francis writhed under his body, groaning a little, as he too climaxed at the same time.
"Hindley…. Hindley…" He uttered with shaking breath, tears streaming down his face. "It…hurts…"
Consumed with guilt, Hindley eased off, and let Francis rest. That was thrilling, it was the most exciting and wonderful thing he'd ever done in his life, but he was also concerned for Francis. As he let him go, he helped him sit up and then held him close, feeling him tremble and cry in his arms. "Hush… its alright…" He murmured in gentle tones.
Francis just held on to him, not wanting to let him go, feeling lost in his masterful embrace. Could this really be the first time Hindley had made love to man? It was like he knew what he was doing, he was surprisingly confident, and caring and above all reassuring, which was what Francis needed.
"Are you alright Francis?" Hindley asked, genuinely concerned for him and hoping he hadn't hurt him too much.
"Oui…" He replied as he recovered, before reaching up to kiss him again. "I am more than alright…" He uttered. "Vous etes encroyable…" He said with passion still coursing through him.
"I dreamed of making love to you for the longest time…and I thought I never would… but…" whispered Hindley "I can't believe I did it…" He said "That was the most exciting thing I have ever done." he said and paused "I…I love you…"
Francis knew what a big thing that was for him to say, after all it had been seven years since his wife's passing and he'd been alone all that time, unable to love anyone, and yet here he was confessing his love. He placed his hand upon Hindley's flushed cheek and looked into his eyes. He did love him, he could see that, and before he could even think about it he whispered the words back to him "Je t'aime Hindley…" he said "Je t'aime…"
"In time… Francis, our love will overcome all the hurt we have both had to face. You might never forget your Arthur, I understand this, but please know that I love you, and I will always love you."
Back in 1946 Arthur was still trying to find a way to retrieve Francis from the past and bring him home. He had no idea that the man he loved had given up on the idea of ever getting back to his time, and had cast him aside in favour of his Great Grandfather. All he knew was that he had to get him back, and he missed him terribly. Nothing was working, and he knew he couldn't' do this by himself, he needed some help, and so reluctantly, he decided he would advertise for a new assistant. He did however have faith that Francis would come home one day. "When you come back Francis I swear I will destroy this infernal machine, and give you the life you deserve." He vowed to himself, wishing that Francis was there to hear it.