Chapter 4: What the mind thinks, what the heart wants
The trio had the best day in their life the next day. They had lots of fun roaming around the little manga and anime shops, buying things here and there. They were also slightly worried when Matthew was gone and left his phone with Arthur. Turned out he was just buying more stuff. It was a great day. But Arthur, though all of the greatness, couldn't forget about the night before.
They eventually went home, and slept peacefully that night, Arthur and Francis sharing one mattress and Matthew not caring a bit. The next day Matthew went home earlier, leaving Francis and Arthur alone. 'I'm going to pack my things…' Arthur said nervously and he went to the attic, packing his stuff. Francis eventually came upstairs as well, resting his back against the wall. 'What's wrong?' Arthur asked. 'Nothing… Just watching you.' You make me nervous, you know… He heard Francis move closer to him and suddenly a pair of arms were around his waist hugging him. Arthur just hugged him back, gently, but holding back.
'Francis, would you please let me go?' Francis first didn't respond but eventually did and let go of Arthur. He packed his things and when finished he stood up like a proud someone who just accomplished something great. Arthur gave Francis a look, almost having the urge to say: "I DID GREAT." but he didn't.
The bell downstairs rang and Arthur knew it was his mother. He started to walk when he suddenly felt Francis's hand pulling at his arm. Of course, Arthur turned and perfectly timed, Francis planted a kiss on Arthur's cheek. Arthur turned bright red and quickly looked away from the Frenchman, heading downstairs.
Arthur always had been mature for his age. He was 14, but looked older, like he was 16 or 17. I could also act like it, if he wanted to. His friends, could never take him serious though. He was the best student in his class. Highest grades on everything. Was he happy about it? No. He actually wished for lower grades. His parents were slave drivers if it came to school. Arthur may not fail, or he maybe would get beatings from his mother. He was practically scared of her.
Arthur spent the rest of his vacation home, and went to Francis on the last day. He dressed nicely this time. It was just a bit more which made him look 3 years older. Francis and Arthur headed upstairs and placed themselves on Francis's bed. Francis sat his laptop on the end of the bed, waiting for Youtube to load the video, which wasn't really going well. Arthur just laid down on the bed, resting a bit. Francis followed Arthur, and turned his head to Arthur's. Arthur didn't really think and did the same. It seemed like hours passed, but Francis moved a bit towards Arthur. He seemed like a magnet, slowly attracting Arthur to himself. Their heads moved closer and Francis finally, but gently closed the gap between them.
Arthur didn't respond at first. He knew how to continue though. He had read it so many times on the internet, seen it a lot. He eventually gave him, kissing back gently and slow, but faster as time passed by. It felt good. So good he never wanted to end this. He suddenly felt a tongue praying at his lips for entrance. Arthur didn't gasp, he knew the consequences.
It felt weird, but Arthur gave in, wanting to experience what he reads himself. Francis's tongue carefully intertwined itself with Arthur's, battling for dominance. Arthur finally gave up, letting Francis explorer the wet cavern, which had been unexplored till now. Done with exploration, he brushed his tongue against Arthur's, sucking on it lightly. Arthur moaned a bit back, feeling his arousal grow and finally pulled back leaving a string of saliva behind. He just didn't know what to do, so he just buried his face into Francis's chest.
They stayed like that for a long while until Arthur stood up and wanted to leave the room, until he felt an hand wrap around his leg, slowly stroking his inner thigh, and being dangerously close to Arthur's arousal. A part of Arthur's mind was screaming "YES" and the other one "NO" as he stood still to decide. He actually left the room and headed straight to the bathroom, rested his arms on the sink and stared into the mirror.
What is happening to me?
LE AMOUR /shot