Chapter 8: Marionette Syndrome
Arthur's parents had power over him. He was like a marionette tied to invisible strings, controlled by his parents. He hated it. He always did. They completely controlled his life like it was theirs. It had influence on the boy as well. He could only talk to his friends on the computer when he was not in school. When he did something wrong, or failed for a certain test, he would get banned from the computer. It were horrible times for him. So he tried to keep his act up as good as possible. Actually, he wanted to break every rule possible, run away from his life and just be free.
His daily life continued like all normal days, but he was cautious about Francis. He loved him. He would always love him. Never leave him. He was scared, to lose him. So he tried his best to keep at his side. Francis said he loved him as well, but with less emotion it seemed to Arthur. Matthew was just his usual self, but more often with Francis it seemed. Days continued, and nothing really changed. But Arthur was aware of something. This tense air between the three of them. Surely it wasn't because what happened that night right? He didn't know. He was confused. Lost. Seeking an escape button. A rewind button to see the mistake he possibly made. He was sure he did it good. He wouldn't lose them.
The class eventually went to their planned expedition in Belgium. The trio was going as well, and actually got the spare room which was just enough for all three of them to sleep in. There wasn't a lot of space, but they all managed.
'I'M TAKING THE TOP.' Matthew said while he climbed on the upper bed, leaving the pair down on the ground, making them share the lower bed. Like they cared. 'Aaaaaw… Now I have to get down all the time.' WE ARE NOT CHANGING!'
Nothing actually happened that day. They arrived late in the evening and it was clearly 'set up your bed and go to sleep'. They actually did just that. They had an evening of playing various games, with their whole class and another one. It was actually a bit boring how things were in the cottage they had to sleep. Actually, the boys had the left part of the cottage and the girls the right one. In between was one little door that led to the room the trio slept. Not like there wasn't enough space with the other boys. Their homeroom teacher planned it out like this especially for Arthur. His parents probably had contact with her.
Arthur actually discovered he had forgotten his pillow at home, so he would have to share with Francis's pillow. Seemed that Arthur air bed was also disabled from using it so he just curled up in his sleeping bag after finding out Francis would NOT share his pillow with Arthur. He just fell asleep, until something was bothering him. Arthur sat up, and looked at the end of the bed, discovering it was wet and following, he heard a dripping sound. He sat up, fully awake now, and tried to get out of the lower bed. Wet. The floor. Was wet. He quickly got on the bed again. So, a little summary: The floor was wet, so was his own side of the bed. His clothes and supplies as well he presumed. Great. Just great.
Arthur nudged against Francis, trying wake him. It was no use. Francis was a good sleeper. He decided to just lay on Francis's side. There was no use in using his side of the bed. But it seemed that Francis noticed something on his back. 'Arthur? What's that sound?' 'It's leaking…' 'FUCK.' He knocked on the bed above them that was occupied by Matthew, but he didn't wake up. 'How bad is it?' 'Bad. The floor and my side of the bed is soaked.' 'Great. We'll clean up tomorrow.' Oh no… Arthur pulled Francis's arm a bit, gaining his attention so they were facing each other. Arthur saw his small chance and took it, crushing his lips against Francis's. Francis actually gave in and kissed back, slowly moving his hands to Arthur's legs. Eager are we? Francis's light touches on his tights went right to Arthur's member, making Arthur devour Francis all of sudden, until they were a panting mess, searching for oxygen.
Francis's hand eventually reached Arthur's boxer's, he stopped a moment, giving Arthur an assuring gaze to know it was alright, and sneaked in his sly hand, wrapping it around his half hard member. Francis pumped it slightly, as he was careful with Arthur. Arthur whimpered while pressing Francis to himself, trying to keep in his little moans. He know that making the wrong noise would cost him his reputation in school.
Francis hushed the boy while slowly moving the hand from his cock to his entrance lightly circling it. Arthur gasped as he felt Francis's finger and began to kiss him, trying not to concentrate on the pain that would come. Francis kissed back and pushed in one finger. Without lube. Arthur winced at the pain, slightly jerking against Francis as he tried to get comfortable with it. But Francis didn't wait and slowly pushed in another one. 'Francis God stop… I-It hurts…' Francis did as told, and withdrew his fingers, leaving Arthur half curled up on the other side of the table. Arthur just heard. Voices. Voices in the hall. He kept still, trying not to pant and closed his eyes. Like hell he could get to sleep.
He pulled up his boxers which were slightly slipped off, and took his mp3 and listened to some music, but he couldn't really find a fitting song, so he was soon done and looked at his clock. 2 AM. He sighed in horror. He couldn't sleep. He tried to close his eyes, but the dripping seemed to get louder and louder to his ears and somehow, though he didn't know how, he fell asleep.
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Okay, no fighting between them…. I PROMISE IT'LL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. Oh! BTW, then the USUK will also start. Please review~ -hides in the corner of the living room and sings the demon summoning song-