Antonio pushed Gilbert down onto the bed, grinning with fever-bright eyes. "I hope no one minds if we skip breakfast." He kissed Gilbert's knuckles, then turned to meet Francis' eye. the older man shifted the second the atmosphere changed from love to lust. After lounging together for ten minutes in Francis' room, a switch suddenly flipped. The warm morning light grew too warm until it lit fires inside of them. Francis smiled with a languid ease, like that of a cat.
"I think there's something I want to eat for breakfast after all," he murmured as he dived in to capture Antonio's lips. The two shared a slow kiss on top of Gilbert who watched with his temperature rising more by the second. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and dragged Antonio over his lap by the hips.
"No fair. You pushed me down first!" he whined. Damn himself for whining, but Gilbert wanted it and he wanted it right now. He might stop breathing if he couldn't feel his friends on his skin. Everything in his heart felt ready to burst out already and someone needed to help keep him from exploding.
Antonio tapped a finger to Francis' lip, ending their kiss. "Sorry, but there's a desperate kitty here than needs playing with first," he murmured with a mischievous grin. Gilbert rolled his eyes and Francis slid his blue orbs over to him as well, seeming to devour the unraveled state the younger man already found himself in. Antonio licked the seam of Gilbert's lips, asking for entrance which he gave without hesitation. Francis' hand brushed a lazy path across his chest before he pulled away to search through his drawers. Antonio ended the kiss when they both ran out of breath and Gilbert's hands started to twist against his shirt. He pressed his finger against Gilbert's chest to keep him still. "Just lay there and I'll take care of you…and Francis will watch," he added in a low voice. "Because I know just how much you love to see us together."
The older man hummed and handed Antonio the lube before pulling a chair up next to the bed and settling back, looking more content than should be expected to just watch. And what a watch they got. Gilbert found his eyes glued to the brunette as he stripped. Antonio pulled off his shirt with a casual grace, letting it drop with a flutter to the floor. He moved down to take off the rest of his clothes, all without taking his eyes off of Gilbert, each movement a deliberate temptation. When Antonio kicked his boxers off, Gilbert popped open his pants button, unable to take the tightness. He himself still wore all his clothes and the thick denim of his jeans felt stifling. As much as he loved Antonio's strip show, he didn't enjoy sitting around and watching as much as the other two.
Antonio scooted closer and straddled Gilbert's legs far enough away to give a good view, but close enough to stop him from removing his pants entirely. He found the lube again and squirted some onto a hand. A small moan escaped Gilbert's lips. He expected to bottom with how Antonio took control, but the man just leaned forward and pressed fingers inside himself. Gilbert reached for the muscles bunching in Antonio's thigh. "Stay." The sudden growl stilled Gilbert's fingers and he dropped them back to the bed. Green eyes smoldered into him again, demanding obedience that he gave without complaint. Gilbert had no choice but to watch as Antonio fingered himself.
He didn't take much time though. Soon, Antonio pulled Gilbert's length from his pants as he positioned himself above. "An…tonio…" he groaned as he felt that heat envelope him. Antonio set the pace, his eyes still demanding that Gilbert keep his hands to himself. Instead, he bit down on his wrist to keep from crying out. With the morning light falling on them, not even darkness could hide their passion. One of Antonio's hands slipped across Gilbert's chest, pulling the shirt up with it. He kept the other on Gilbert's knee to steady himself, though he didn't look like he needed steadying at all. Even with his cheeks flushed and sweat rolling off of him, Antonio smirked, his tongued darting out to wet parted lips. Gilbert quaked under him.
Continuing with the same teasing pace, Antonio fucked himself nice and slow. Another groan drew Gilbert's eye and he turned his head, finding Francis' unblinking gaze on them as he kneaded the bulge in his jeans. He burned a little hotter knowing eyes were on him. Plans of listening to Antonio any longer fell short. Gilbert bucked his hips with desperation.
"Hurry! Please." Gilbert whined. His free hand came up to squeeze Antonio's wrist. The man gasped before leaning forward to start moving in earnest. The two of them rocked together, each crying out loudly. Francis started to stroke himself, adding his own voice to the moans. They moved like they couldn't get enough of each other and it only turned Francis on more to know they lost themselves in another's presence. Gilbert cried out first, his legs twitching as he came. Antonio slammed himself down one last time and held there for a second before falling forward. As they lay catching their breaths, Francis knocked back his chair and lost all his clothes in a matter of seconds.
"My turn," he murmured. Francis crawled over the bed, hovering above the other two. He found the lube where it fell to the floor and pushed it into Antonio's hand. The brunette turned, still in too much of a daze to understand. "Get Gilbert ready. You're taking him next and I get your ass." He didn't have patience for the pace the other two shuffled at. Watching left Francis already painfully hard so those two better realize it. Antonio spread Gilbert's legs and pressed two fingers inside before the man could tense. After loosening him as quick as possible, Antonio thrust inside which elicited a half-pained, half-pleasured cry. Francis' arms caged them on both sides before he took Antonio from behind. The motion pressed the other two together so they cried out as one.
"Sorry, I can't hold back," Francis whispered before he started to move. Bending down to kiss Antonio's back, he reveled in everything about him. It felt like he saw the two men below him for the first time so that his voice choked in the back of his throat. "…You're both so beautiful!"
Antonio moaned more from Francis' words than anything else. He added on to the commentary as he twisted one hand back to twine fingers with Francis. "Ah, you're so good. You're both so good!" Antonio gasped. He tangled his other hand in Gilbert's hair, leaving kisses everywhere he could reach. "Tell me how good I make you feel."
Gilbert just buried his face against Antonio's shoulder. A shudder went through him, Antonio hitting the perfect angle. "F-fucking shit. I'm gonna come again!" he yelped in answer. No other thoughts existed in his mind. He didn't notice the kisses or random touches stolen from random hands. He heard their noises though, both moans and words.
Francis's breath came out shaky. "That's right. I'm going to make you both come so hard." If he didn't come first. God, having those two under him answered his every dream and even if Gilbert already took Antonio's ass, it still felt so good. Their noises sounded fresh, so like the first time. In many ways, this was their first though. For the first time ever, they were making love and Francis felt so ready to explode that he knew he wouldn't last. "I love you!" he exclaimed as he buried himself deeper.
"Love you! I love you so much." The words came from the three of them, pulled out unbidden like their groans. They came together with the word love still mingling in the air. Sprawled out on the bed, they lay in post-coital bliss and yet they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Lifting himself onto one elbow, Francis broke the silence. "Yeah, this will definitely work."
xXx
"I can't believe you sat down and had civil conversation with your ex," Antonio complained past a mouthful of fried egg, spinach, and tomato sandwich. They sat at the table in the usual mismatched furniture that left them at different heights. Breakfast came late enough to constitute a brunch, if not quite a lunch. That was when they finally extracted themselves from bed though, famished and Antonio in desperate need of a bathroom break.
Gilbert shrugged, but he couldn't keep up his act of indifference for long. Dropping his head into his hands, he nearly face-planted into his grilled cheese. "I can't believe he stalked me!" The lack of nightmares counted as a miracle considering he started camping on the couch for a reason. After his dreams the first night, he didn't want anything to do with his bed. Gilbert dragged in a shaky breath. Despite his somewhat ease at the meeting yesterday, he felt no ease now. He never did the day after when his brain switched on and realized how close to danger he walked. "Scheiße! I don't ever want to go outside if he's going to get that close to me again!" Of course, he never told the others just how close Ivan got. For the sanity of this new relationship, he skipped over the fact that Ivan kissed him. That one thing, Gilbert couldn't understand letting happen. He definitely never intended to go back even if some good memories existed among the horror.
Francis eyed Gilbert as if to judge his seriousness. He wanted to agree, but he also listened to the rational voice in the back of his mind. Sighing, he shook his head. "But what about class? You have one today…" Antonio frowned, but Francis ignored the look. He might want to lock Gilbert inside to keep him safe, but the reasonable part of Francis saw that only as a short term solution. Gilbert already fell into trouble with his grades. The young man looked up with a woeful expression, clearly not pleased with Francis' observation either. He sat back in his chair, frowning at the others. "But-" Francis added. "How about I go with you, Gil? I have a class that starts thirty minutes after yours ends. So, I might as well."
That left Gilbert blinking. After a second he nodded his head. "Okay." Though he didn't want to admit how much better that made him feel, having Francis around would ease his anxiety. He sent the blonde a grateful smile before he finished his brunch and went to get ready. Francis set his own plate in the sink, already thinking about what he should bring along to pass the time. Antonio grabbed his wrist as he headed for his room.
"You'll call me if anything happens?" he pleaded. He didn't want them to go out without him, but he trusted Francis and his logic. Antonio hated to really go against him. Francis nodded and kissed Antonio's forehead.
"Don't worry. It's school. Nothing's going to happen." With that, he slipped away to dress and gather everything he needed to study away from home.
Forty-five minutes later, Gilbert walked into his classroom, looking only a little unhappy to be there. Francis smiled at the teacher and introduced himself as a friend just following Gilbert around for the day if she would allow him to sit in. She nodded and he took a grateful seat next to Gilbert with his art books and laptop in front of him. Class passed at a slow pace with him typing away and Gilbert staring into the distance. The lecture consisted of English grammar and sayings that neither payed the barest attention to. Outside, Gilbert could see the trees sway and clouds dart at a fast pace across the blue. Or at least, he assumed so since Francis dragged him to the front row of long tables instead of his usual spot just under the windows. He felt exposed, but still didn't complain.
"Now, on the board I've written some of the many abbreviations Americans use in their daily lives. Some of these you probably know by now, others not so much. Will someone tell me what ASAP means?" the teacher asked the room. Some smart-ass kid told her it meant get it done now, but she just chided him. What did the actual letters stand for? Yes, it's an acronym, not a word with it's own meaning. The room fell into silence and Gilbert rolled his eyes. Could this stuff get any stupider? Francis made fun of him with ASAP one month into his first year here and he almost regretted not taking this required language class then, but he was a rebel and chose to take a seminar on battle strategies instead. He felt sure Francis remembered this incident as well and stared, though Gilbert refused to turn his head away from the distant window and check.
"As soon as possible," Gilbert muttered under his breath. In the silent room, his grumbling drew the teacher's eye the second his mouth snapped shut, realizing his mistake too late. He turned his head to see her intense stare and then, the smile.
"I believe I heard the right answer. Gilbert, say that so the whole class can hear." He turned red, but raised his voice with the answer. She tapped her finger at the next group of letters on the board.
"For your information." Her finger moved to the next one. "By the way. Self-contained underwater breathing apparatus. Oh my god….wait seriously, who hasn't figured that out after a week here?!" he snapped, but the teacher's eyes already started to glint. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the board now that they finished the prepared questions.
"How do you spell information?"
"I.n.f.o.r.m.a.t.i.o.n."
"Give me five synonyms for it."
He narrowed his eyes, unable to back down from the challenge now. "Idea, knowledge, data, words, scoop." He and the teacher started shooting questions and answers across the room in rapid fire, each getting more difficult. The rest of the class slid eyes back and forth between them like a pendulum clock. Finally, the professor pulled out a well-worn paperback from her desk drawer to read something aloud.
"What's this quote about: "Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing?" she asked.
"Er…life's short and means nothing," Gilbert answered after a pause and sigh. He really didn't know what Shakespeare meant. No one talked like that anymore and they damn well shouldn't. It sounded even weirder than normal English and he had few things good to say about the language in the first place, although he supposed he heard more annoying ones. English did have the glorious word 'the'. His professor snapped the book shut and nodded once as she confirmed her suspicions.
"Now tell me how someone so smart is failing this class?" Snickers filled the room and Gilbert ducked his head. Francis, who had been watching this all with amusement, now turned his disapproving eyes to Gilbert.
"This is the class you're failing? Shame on you. Do your homework!" he exclaimed and smacked Gilbert in the arm. Gilbert sent him a glare as the students continued to amuse themselves with the show class turned into. The professor silenced everyone with a raised hand. She kept her eyes on Gilbert a second longer then shifted them to take in the whole class.
"Indeed. Let this be a lesson for all of you. No matter how smart you are, you won't pass my class without doing the work." That ended the show and class settled back into something resembling normal, however Francis never did get back to his homework. Instead he watched Gilbert grind his teeth until the teacher dismissed class and everyone shuffled to the door. Before he could make it there though, she called him out once again.
"Would you come to my office for a minute please? I'd like to talk with you in private." He shifted nervously and met eyes with Francis. The older man said he'd be just outside so not to worry. Having no other choice, Gilbert let the professor lead him to her office where he dropped in a plastic chair, trying not to feel like a scolded kid all over again.
"You used to do moderately well in this class, but in the past two months, you've done three homework assignments. Three," she iterated as she dropped a stack of papers down to accent her point. Gilbert couldn't meet her eye. "You're too smart for this. I've been thinking it for a long time now, but you're probably the smartest person in that room and no one would know it. Today just proved my theory. You don't apply yourself. I'm wondering if there's a reason for your decline in work ethic." She noticed the way his friend tagged along and this submissive posture. She couldn't get to know each of her students well in every class, but her years of experience still made her worry.
Gilbert shrugged one shoulder. "It doesn't really matter. I'm going to quit school and move back to Germany after this year anyway." Things changed since he first declared that, but he didn't know what else to do. Hesitation still colored his voice. Even if he wanted to stay though, he fell too far behind to fix this. Nothing could dig him out of the stupid hole he knocked himself into. The thought made him sink even lower in his chair.
The professor watched this in silence. "And what are you going to do after that?" she asked.
"I dunno. I guess I'll apprentice with my uncle and learn how to carve pretty, wooden…thingies…" he struggled to explain. Even though he tried, he couldn't pretend he wanted to do that, even if he did treasure the figurines that lined his shelf. The professor raised an eyebrow. He knew he didn't sound convincing. When she pulled open a drawer and started rooting around, he lifted his eyes to watch with interest. A minute later, she dumped a stack of at least twenty papers in front of him.
"Every homework assignment you've missed," she explained. Did she try to make him feel more depressed? A manicured nail tapped the pile. "I'm going to give you an offer so listen up. If you finish all of these before the quarter ends and make an A, I will accept them. If you do not make an A, you will keep trying until you do. No points off for lateness as long as you get them to me before finals. And Gilbert," she added in after a pause. "This is a rare offer. Don't make me waste my breath with it."
He stared at her with wide eyes. For a heart beat, he didn't know if he dreamed or not, and yet, he couldn't keep the hope from his eyes. She pushed the stack across the desk and he took it. "Thank you. I'll do them all," he promised. They said their farewells and he hurried outside where Francis waited, watching the time on his phone. He spared a glance for Gilbert's new stack of papers, but didn't waste time questioning it. The art building lay on the opposite side of campus, so they just ran. Once again they repeated the process of sitting in the other's class. Francis got a good laugh though, pointing out that at least Gilbert got homework to do while he waited.
As they left Francis' class, Gilbert's phone buzzed and he looked at the number. Ivan. Fighting back a growl, he deleted the message without reading it. Francis looked at him in question, but he called it spam. Pocketing his phone, he smiled at Francis. "Will you fry me some potatoes again? I really feel like Bratkartoffeln."
Francis chuckled. "Only if you do two of those assignments. Ah, but Toni asked me to cook fish." He scratched his head, trying to piece together a recipe. "Would that work better with tilapia? Or maybe mahi-mahi…?" He still puzzled over it by the time he pulled into the driveway.
"My loves!" Antonio out cried the second they walked in the door. He threw his arms around them and dragged both inside, begging for details about their day. Gilbert's phone buzzed again, but he tossed it in his room where it couldn't bother him. Done, he joined the others in their laughter and revelry, content and relaxed at heart.
(Note: "Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." - MacBeth (Act V, Scene V).
I don't really think an English class would go like that, but it was still fun to write. Hopefully this plot is really starting to pick up, eh?)