Stylish, diva, drama queen- Gold- Fae 4
Somewhat perverted- Rose Pink- Fabrice (Because the name means works with his hands) 3
Hopeless Romantic- Blue- Fleur 6
Culinary Genius- Orange- Farran (Cause the name means Baker) 5
Smart, Clever, Witty- Purple- Fahim 2
Nation/Personification Duties- White- Finley 7
Caring and sympathetic- Silver- Faust 13
Cheerful and happy- Yellow- Felicienne (Great Happiness) 8
Sad or Depressed, just hides it very well- Gray- Farand 1
Mature and logical- Brown- Fermont 9
Anger- Red- Falkner 10
Gardener, caretaker, all around organization- Green- Fabien 11
Thirteen Frogs and a Brit
Chapter 6: A Master of Sheets
It was a surprisingly calm and nice hour spent with Fahim and they both seemed to have gotten lost in the pages of the book, but really it wasn't that hard for either of them. For Arthur because Fahim seemed to become a different person. He took different voices for different characters and read, listening to what the punctuation wanted him to do at the right times and it was all very fascinating. It quickly pulled him in. Of course he could tell Fahim was enjoying the reading as well. That he could appreciate a good book when he was reading one so it was no surprise that the both of them startled when the timer went off on Arthur's phone and he was actually a bit disheartened at the fact that the time was up already. He wanted to hear more about the world between the pages. He didn't want to stop, but they could both smell a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and Fahim chuckled. "I'll save your spot for tomorrow morning. Same time I presume?"
Arthur nodded eagerly as he heard what he said about saving his spot as he stood and pushed in his chair. "Yes I will be here. We should probably head down to breakfast though. I wonder Farrand's cooked up this morning?"
"Probably French toast of some sort. After all it's one of his favorites, but he can cook it like nothing I've ever tasted so I can't really complain."
Arthur smiled lightly as he made his way to the door, having been so enthralled by the book still that he...completely forgot about the booby trap waiting at the top of the door and he heard the rushed warning to wait from Fahim a moment to late as he pulled open the door and bucket that had been waiting for patiently for someone to dump its contents on didn't hesitate to spill over. He looked up as time seemed to slow for just a moment before he found himself drenched not in water, no. That would be eons more preferable over this. No. Pink slime was left dripping off of him and to add insult to injury the bucket managed to clock him on the head on the way down as well.
Fahim although silently snickering did cringe a little at that before he wiped the smile off of his face as Arthur to look at him a moment. "Don't suppose I have time to change before breakfast now." He said with frown as he scraped some off of his shoulders before flicking it off of his fingers. "I expect you to clean this up as soon as you're done eating."
"Of course. I'm uh...I'm sorry I didn't warn you I honestly forgot about it myself."
Arthur said nothing apart from a sigh as he stepped out the door and let it close behind him. The good mood he dampened now as he grumbled to himself tried to get as much of it off as he could on his way down to the dining room, but it was useless. It was in his hair, under his nails it clung to his skin...ugh...how awful. The only thing that was going to fix this was a shower and he couldn't exactly take one because otherwise he would be cheating Fabien out of some of his time and though he would honestly be fine with that it wasn't fair of him. He headed down to the dining room with a grumble under his breath and a huff as he finally plopped down in one of the seats and laid his head on his arms. Breakfast was delicious. Peach hazelnut French toast grilled to perfection, but his dampened mood didn't even let him give a proper compliment to the chef. Unfortunately and he was silent for the most part. Only a couple of them showed up anyhow so it wasn't to rowdy and he looked across the table to Fabien. "We get to spend some time together after breakfast, but I'll need to wash up first."
"Nonsense. I'll run a bath for you. Give you a nice spa treatment. That stuff isn't going to come out of your hair easily so you might as well let the wondrous me take care of you."
"Fine." Arthur grumbled under his breath once more. Something about musked up froggies and pervy bastards. "If you value your hands though you will behave yourself. I'm really not in the mood for your shenanigans."
Fabien gave a pout as he held out his plate as he heard the offer for seconds. "So grumpy this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"No, I went out the wrong door of the library."
Realization seemed to dawn on Fabien and he gave a quirky little laugh. "You were a victim of one of Fahim's pranks weren't you? Let me guess bucket on the door trick before he let you forget all about it?"
"Oh so you know this prank."
"You tend to pick up on these things when he's the one that's assigned as your babysitter most of the time."
"Mm I suppose so." He muttered as he stabbed at another bite of French toast and fell quiet again. Just get through this and then he could spend his time with someone much more tolerable. Hell he would even take Falkner at this point. This was going to be humiliating. Especially if the other insisted on bathing him, then again...maybe he could give him a chance. Once or twice in the past he had let Francis massage his shoulders and the guy did have some magic hands. They never ceased to melt away his stress. It's just the lustful nature that he could never quite get over, but he would get through it. Just get through it and soon enough it would be over. It would only be an hour.
Breakfast came and went and his mood did not improve and unfortunately it was a little worse because of what he had to face. Hopefully Fahim was right about at least one thing and that would be Fabien knowing when to quit when someone put their foot down. He could only hope. He stopped by his room since he had told Fabien he would meet him there once he got a change of clothes for after his bath and got out clean outfit to put on after his bath and looked at his own room's bathroom longingly, but if the slime really wasn't going to come out so easily then maybe it was for the better that he put a tad bit of trust in Fabien who seemed to know how to deal with these sorts of things. He didn't want to know how or why he seemed to know, after all he had a pretty good guess, but he would spare himself the details at the very least and just take his word for it. It was that mindset that lead him to turn his back on his own room and instead made his way down the hall to Fabien's room where he gave a knock. It was followed by the occupant calling that it was open and that he could come in so he let himself in and set the clean clothes on the end of the bed. He himself didn't take a seat because he didn't want to get slime on anything else even though for the most part it was already dried. Great. He would have to have his current clothes dry cleaned to. Oh he was going to enjoy ringing Fahim's neck tomorrow morning. Just when he thought the other was actually quite tolerable. Nonetheless he would put a stop to this kind of thing soon. He wasn't going to have his house mucked up by careless pranks like this that caused more harm than they were worth.
"So...out of curiosity what poor sap had the fortune of being wrapped your finger last night?"
"Faust the caring, mother hen fellow? We've always had a thing. It's not necessarily romantic nor is it necessarily a friends with benefits relationship. More he's the type that always worries about others and he never takes any time for himself. He can't help it. He just loves to help others so whenever it becomes to for him to bear he comes to me for help and to destress. It's a more a mutual need. I lean on him a lot in times of weakness and in return whenever he's overwhelmed I give him what he needs an evening of total loss of control. I force that worry away so that he doesn't have to focus on anything for a while. It's the only way he can cope without really becoming a bother to anyone."
Arthur honestly gave kind of a surprised look as he heard the way he spoke about their relationship and gave a quiet huh.
"You could probably benefit from the same thing you know."
A blush flared up and instantly that look of slight surprise was replaced with a huffy pout. "Don't go trying to sweet talk me like that. However smooth that was it's not going to work."
Fabien poked his head out from where he was getting the bath set up and smiled lightly. "I'm being serious dear. You are a man of control, but to the point where it's almost unhealthy. You take comfort in what you can control, but then further stress yourself over things that you can't do so as well. To the point where you've settled into an illusion of it. That kind of mindset isn't healthy. While of course I am offering, I'm not suggesting that it be me. Just keep that in mind. Now come on. I have your bath ready."
Arthur sighed lightly as he heard what he said and though he didn't give him any satisfaction of thinking it over he knew deep down that perhaps Fabien had a point. Maybe that's why he was so tense and sore all the time, but he always needed to have control. Without control of his life, of his surroundings, of the way things went, he felt like his very world would fall apart. So much so to the point that it was all he worried over sometimes. Lost sleep over sometimes. "So what now you're sex guru?"
He asked said a bit sarcastically as he stepped into the bathroom while Fabien stepped out so he could undress and he was happy to see that the bath at least contained a nice thick layer of bubble bath. He undressed only after he was sure the other wasn't peeping and set his clothes aside before he stepped into the water and sunk in and he couldn't help the rather pleasant sigh. Relaxing and leaning back almost as he was in. "What's that smell?"
"Rose bath oil mixed with light honey scented bubble bath. Thought it might help you to relax. You seemed quite tense. And no I'm not a sex guru, it's just that a lot of people don't really understand how many health benefits they are just to be gained from toying with yourself every now and then. Let alone actual sex. Let me wash your hair for you and then I'll leave you to bathe in peace and when you're done if there's still time I'll give you a back massage and a foot rub. After all I've over heard that you're hanging out with Fae next and no doubt he'll want to go shopping so you should rest up before that. Otherwise you're to feel quite drained."
Arthur nodded as he laid back in the tub and just the warm water, he couldn't even find it in himself to argue at that point. Though he did notice the other had changed into a light tank top and pair of shorts and over that he wore a rose pink robe decorated with peacock feathers outlined in gold, but for some reason he had no witty remark to make. He was actually more intrigued now than anything.
"So you said last night that you can play both sides of the spectrum, did you do that so that you could play the part of anyone's perfect idea of a partner."
"I don't like to think about the reasons of why I got good at sex, all I like to think about now is how therapeutic it really is. How cathartic it can be for a person."
Arthur shrugged his shoulders and let his eyes fall shut as he the other sat down next to the tub and and dipped his hands in the water in the form of a cup before he let it fall over Arthur's head. "It's not just lust that drives him you know. Just like me right now. He can be quite sweet. He's a not a master of wining and dining people and have you ever just let him have one night to take care of you and I guarantee you would not be disappointed."
"Maybe I'll take him up on the offer then next time." He murmured as he felt fingers starting to gently work through his hair and Arthur let out a little hum. It honestly felt quite nice. The way his fingers through his hair and worked through his scalp. Gentle tugs every now and then not even hard enough to hurt as he felt tangles being worked out of said hair and by the time the other was done he was very nearly asleep. Only barely alert enough to listen to the occasional warnings about not drowning or falling beneath the water. He was just so relaxed.
"Alright dear, my part is done in here for now."
"What?" Arthur murmured rather groggily as he looked over to Fabien who had pushed himself up and was drying off of his hands with a hand towel.
"I told you I was going to wash your hair and then I would leave you to your privacy to enjoy your bath." He said before he left the room and Arthur sighed as he slowly worked his way back to reality and in all honesty he had to say he was quite impressed with the other. He thought he was going to be all handsy or press him for more time or linger after his hair had been washed, but he didn't. He didn't even try and take advantage of his relaxed state. So he took his time soaking before he finally washed up and pulled the plug. He got dried off and pulled on boxers and pants left off his shirt and sweater vest for now and instead padded out. "Okay, I think I would like a back massage and a foot rub if that offer still stands."
Fabien looked up from where he was lounging on the bed twirling a lock of hair around his finger an he sighed wistfully. This part of Francis really had his looks down. Everything elegant and graceful and just downright sultry embodied by this particular man. He wouldn't be too bad to keep around. He supposed.
"Any offer I make is never off the table mon ami." He said as he pat the bed next to him and pushed himself up to retrieve a bottle of lotion by some fancy brand name he wasn't going to bother to try and pronounce he trusted his judgement.
"Lay down on your back first and let me take care of your feet. Are you overly ticklish or are there any painful areas I should avoid?"
"No I don't think so..I mean I know I'm not overly ticklish, but I don't know of any areas that might be like that, this is the first foot rub I've had in awhile so I don't know how much has changed." He said before he laid back and rested his near Fabien's lap. Honestly he felt like a king right now and he was sure if he asked the other would be more than happy to get him anything he might want or need. Was this Francis always meant when he would ask him to let him take care of him for a couple days? Did he really just want to spoil him and treat him like a king? Because if that was the case, then maybe he could get behind that. That wouldn't be to bad.
Silence fell over them both as he felt wonderfully gentle yet firm hands working at his sore feet with a bit of lotion and it was all he could to just lay there and hum out approvals as he tried not to fall asleep on the other, but it just...felt so divine. His hands were God like with every move they made and it was amazing. "Where did you learn to do this?"
"I like to make people feel good. I like to help people relax and just take some time for themselves. Whether it be through a simple massage or more erotic means...whatever you need or want I'm here to do just that. It's just what I like to do. I just feel like they aren't enough people in the world who really wish to do so unless you have a couple hundred dollars to blow on a spa day trip and even then it's a catch twenty two."
"Well you're certainly a perfect twenty one.."
A chuckle was given from Fabien. "Merci, now hush. Just cease your trains of thought for a while and relax."
(So I know it has been awhile since I've updated, but from here on out due to school and life, and my schools shit wifi I can't promise regular updates anymore. My apologies friendos. I hope this poorly written chapter can start to make up for the lack of updates. Maybe I can get one more up this month as well. But I wouldn't count on it.)