always for the first time 5/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:33:23 UTC
They snuck from window to window, but the results were alas, far less interesting than the first window. Most of them remembered to close their blinds, or were simply not in the dorm. However, one room in particular had forgotten to close them. Alfred was in nothing but a very tight set of briefs emblazoned with the American flag, and he was dancing to Lady Gaga. He swivelled his hips, and grabbed his crotch to the repeated line of po-po-poker face
"..this is amazing. I wish we had a video camera," Gilbert said.
"Oh, there you are Matthieu~" Francis said.
Matthew was sitting on his bunk bed, rolling his eyes and saying something to Alfred they couldn't hear over the music. Snuggled under the covers next to him was something brown and distinctly fuzzy.
"Is that a...teddy bear?" Gilbert said incredulously.
"Hush up! It's adorable," Francis said.
"Ahhh, if only Lovi would be that cute. Maybe if I gave him a teddy he might be so cute..."
"Hate to break it to you, but he'd tear its head off and then shove it up your ass," Gilbert interjected.
Antonio sighed. "I suppose so. Burt maybe Feliciano would like one..."
"Playing with fire, man. Seriously, though- how are we going to get in there?"
"When in doubt, call Arthur," Francis said, with no undue smugness. He flipped open his cell phone. Arthur was one of the saved numbers, all the better for late night drunkdialing.
"Hello, Arthur," he purred. "Guess where I am now? It's a very nice sight, and you're missing it. I'll give you a hint - it's very heroic."
It didn't take long for Arthur to get there. Even Francis would have guessed that it'd have taken longer, which meant he must have run the entire way. He was panting and flushed when he arrived, which seemed to prove that possibility. He turned a lovely shade of puce when he caught sight of Alfred, what at that point was mid booty shake.
"We have got to bring cameras next time," Francis said. He covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing too loud as the scene unfolded before him. Arthur was yelling, Alfred seemed to be wiggling his hips in an even more ardent manner just to watch Arthur's brain explode. And while it was an amusing scene, Francis reminded himself of their true reason for being there.
"You brought them with you, right?"
"Hell yeah," Gilbert said. He pulled out a walkie talkie. "Hey baby, hit the breaker, will you? ..Yes, I'll make sure you get pictures. What? No I'm not starring in them. Especially not with your fucking ex-boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bitch? Yeah yeah. Fine. What? No. I'm with the guys."
Gilbert growled in the back of his throat and finally muttered loveyoubye. When he looked up, the remainder of the trio was smirking at him.
"Best partner in crime ever," Gilbert said.
"What about us?" Antonio said.
"Best partner in crime with a vagina - other than you, Francis."
Francis gave him a one finger salute.
In a second, the lights and music faded and everything turned to black.
"Bloody hell-"
There was a gasp, and then the sound of skin slapping on skin.
"Owww. I'm just trying to find a switch," Alfred protested.
"That isn't a switch, you git!"
"Guys, Miguel probably has a hurricane lamp or something we can borrow. He always stocks that stuff away," Matthew said.
Francis gritted his teeth at the mention and clung a little closer to the windowsill.
"That'd be great if he wasn't halfway across the campus," Arthur said in irritation. "Your brother would probably think it's a bloody expedition-" There was another sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"That's still not the switch, Alfred," Arthur said between gritted teeth.
"Uh, he's right across from us," Matthew said.
"Oh that Miguel," Alfred said.
"Who else would it be?" Matthew said with some irritation.
always for the first time 6/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:35:04 UTC
They shuffled out, and Francis pushed the window open. He slipped in, turned on a small flashlight and put it in his mouth while he set to work. Thankfully, Alfred and Matthew's bags were easy to tell apart. For one, Matthew's was the one which had a small stuffed bear keychain attached to the zipper, while Alfred's was covered in the logo of his favorite sports team. In his small pool of light, Francis opened it up and found just the textbook he'd been looking for. He hastily shoved in the note he had prepared.
Then he pulled himself back through the window.
"Hurry and have her turn them back on! I don't want to help him along to have some romantic candlelit dinner in that Miguel's bedroom," Francis hissed.
"You do know that he's dating a chick, right?" Gilbert said. "I'm pretty sure he's totally straight."
"Still, I am not taking any chance," Francis sniffed. "To have him stolen right out from underneath me would be a tragedy..."
Antonio and Gilbert snickered. "'Under you' indeed."
Francis smirked, but his witty retort was cut off by the lights coming back on.
The trio froze for a moment, and then they ran in separate directions into the night. Neither bothered to regroup, as they all knew that they were going to be headed elsewhere. Gilbert to Lizzie's room, Antonio to one of the Vargas brothers, and Francis to a bottle of wine he intended to become acquainted with that night. The dulcet sounds of Lady Gaga and Arthur yelling profanities filled the night as they made their separate ways.
*
Matthew had come a little late that day. He shuffled in, redfaced and apologetic as he took his seat. The professor was too busy to give him any glares, though. Not being noticed wasn't always a bad thing. Matthew opened up his textbook. A piece of paper, lined college rule from a notebook fell out. So that's where I put my notes, he thought.
He smoothed out the creases and noted a bit of writing near the edge.
There is Hopeless fusion of your presence and your absence I have found the secret of loving you Always for the first time
It was then that Matthew looked up to the window. There was the figure in black. He looked up, and Matthew caught sight of gold curls, and a roguish smile. He winked, and made a heart with his hands.
Matthew blushed. The room erupted into chaos, with boys laughing and girls all thinking that it was aimed at them. As much as a part of him wanted to deny this, to reiterate that Francis wasn't noticing him, the paper in his hand said otherwise.
*
Matthew stood about the steps. His professor had been talking and talking about things after class and kept him so late, and all the while Matthew had wanted to just scream at him. But as always, he was polite and quiet and listened to him droning on and on when all he could think about was Francis. In fact, Matthew hadn't absorbed anything at all after finding the poem. He was pretty sure that he'd have to crib notes from Miguel and Eduard. There was in chalk, a refrain of the note he had received in class written on the wall. Most everyone else had already gone home. Matthew felt a sinking feeling, and wondered if he was too late. He wasn't sure that he could take a whole night of waiting.
always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 09:09:32 UTC
Matthew turned to find Francis waiting for him. He was smiling in way that was quite suggestive, and staring very pointedly at Matthew's mouth.
"Ah...F-Francis. I didn't see you there," Matthew said. He could do little more than blush, look down and shove his hands a little deeper into his pants pockets.
"You have good taste in poets," Francis said.
"Thank you," Matthew said.
All he could think was the feel of Francis' mouth against his, and then his lips parting to let him further explore his mouth. His mind was still trying to comprehend that this was even real. He'd spent so much time convincing himself that there wasn't any chance that the notes could be aimed at him that he didn't know what to do at the revelation that they were.
Francis took his hand and kissed the back of his palm, and nuzzled against him. "From now on, I'll woo you in a more direct manner."
"I'd like that," Matthew said.
And when Francis finally did lower his mouth to his, it only felt sweeter than he could have imagined. Nestfuls of kisses, indeed. It was warm, like thawing out his cold hands in front of the fire, after slipping them from the softness of the snowy mittens. It was nostalgia and hope for a future in one as his pulse raced. He put his arms about Francis' neck and felt himself being pushed to wall where the poetry had been written. His eyelids fluttered, and he saw glimpses of the world past Francis, past the dim light reflected golden off of him. The world looked more beautiful from this angle. He felt Francis' hand entwine with his, and a part of him felt such wonder that bodies could fit together so well.
They only broke apart when they heard laughter, and found a few students passing. Matthew blushed, but Francis was nonplussed, even smug. He winked at them
"Now, mon chéri, shall we go somewhere a bit more private? I have many things I want to show you," Francis said.
His hand was still in Matthew's. Matthew was torn between the joyous disbelief, and the nagging fear that his palms would sweat.
"Oh, I'm coming," Matthew said. He rubbed the chalky dust from the back of his shirt.
"Oh you will be," Francis said.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Francis said smoothly. "Your family isn't expecting you back soon? I do intend to keep you out a very long time."
"Uh...I don't think Al or Arthur will miss me at all, frankly. They were off busy at some football game thing," Matthew said, gesturing with his hand.
"Ah, perfect. There is a shady spot about that ridge that is a very good place to watch sunsets."
Even Matthew wasn't so naive as to not recognize Makeout Ridge at even the slightest mention. He'd never been there personally, but he'd heard tales, and that was enough, really.
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 14:05:55 UTC
Read this just for ninja!poet Francis. Ended up loving everyone. So. Much. Giggle-fit. XD Francis's going "how can he be so DENSE DX" inspired a great many lols, as did Gilbert's utter lack of anything helpful to say. Oh boys. <3
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 21:57:57 UTC
Aw, this was so cute and hilarious! I loved the characters' interaction -- France and Gilbert, maaan, bffs are just so useful with their 'advice' (and the mention of Hungary was great, too). Great job author!anon.
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 11 2010, 04:03:16 UTC
OH my this is GOLDEN. I've been needing Franada like a burning for a long time. And you've got some wonderful lines! Pfff "oh, you will be..."
Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
"..this is amazing. I wish we had a video camera," Gilbert said.
"Oh, there you are Matthieu~" Francis said.
Matthew was sitting on his bunk bed, rolling his eyes and saying something to Alfred they couldn't hear over the music. Snuggled under the covers next to him was something brown and distinctly fuzzy.
"Is that a...teddy bear?" Gilbert said incredulously.
"Hush up! It's adorable," Francis said.
"Ahhh, if only Lovi would be that cute. Maybe if I gave him a teddy he might be so cute..."
"Hate to break it to you, but he'd tear its head off and then shove it up your ass," Gilbert interjected.
Antonio sighed. "I suppose so. Burt maybe Feliciano would like one..."
"Playing with fire, man. Seriously, though- how are we going to get in there?"
"When in doubt, call Arthur," Francis said, with no undue smugness. He flipped open his cell phone. Arthur was one of the saved numbers, all the better for late night drunkdialing.
"Hello, Arthur," he purred. "Guess where I am now? It's a very nice sight, and you're missing it. I'll give you a hint - it's very heroic."
It didn't take long for Arthur to get there. Even Francis would have guessed that it'd have taken longer, which meant he must have run the entire way. He was panting and flushed when he arrived, which seemed to prove that possibility. He turned a lovely shade of puce when he caught sight of Alfred, what at that point was mid booty shake.
"We have got to bring cameras next time," Francis said. He covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing too loud as the scene unfolded before him. Arthur was yelling, Alfred seemed to be wiggling his hips in an even more ardent manner just to watch Arthur's brain explode. And while it was an amusing scene, Francis reminded himself of their true reason for being there.
"You brought them with you, right?"
"Hell yeah," Gilbert said. He pulled out a walkie talkie. "Hey baby, hit the breaker, will you? ..Yes, I'll make sure you get pictures. What? No I'm not starring in them. Especially not with your fucking ex-boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bitch? Yeah yeah. Fine. What? No. I'm with the guys."
Gilbert growled in the back of his throat and finally muttered loveyoubye. When he looked up, the remainder of the trio was smirking at him.
"Best partner in crime ever," Gilbert said.
"What about us?" Antonio said.
"Best partner in crime with a vagina - other than you, Francis."
Francis gave him a one finger salute.
In a second, the lights and music faded and everything turned to black.
"Bloody hell-"
There was a gasp, and then the sound of skin slapping on skin.
"Owww. I'm just trying to find a switch," Alfred protested.
"That isn't a switch, you git!"
"Guys, Miguel probably has a hurricane lamp or something we can borrow. He always stocks that stuff away," Matthew said.
Francis gritted his teeth at the mention and clung a little closer to the windowsill.
"That'd be great if he wasn't halfway across the campus," Arthur said in irritation. "Your brother would probably think it's a bloody expedition-" There was another sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"That's still not the switch, Alfred," Arthur said between gritted teeth.
"Uh, he's right across from us," Matthew said.
"Oh that Miguel," Alfred said.
"Who else would it be?" Matthew said with some irritation.
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They shuffled out, and Francis pushed the window open. He slipped in, turned on a small flashlight and put it in his mouth while he set to work. Thankfully, Alfred and Matthew's bags were easy to tell apart. For one, Matthew's was the one which had a small stuffed bear keychain attached to the zipper, while Alfred's was covered in the logo of his favorite sports team. In his small pool of light, Francis opened it up and found just the textbook he'd been looking for. He hastily shoved in the note he had prepared.
Then he pulled himself back through the window.
"Hurry and have her turn them back on! I don't want to help him along to have some romantic candlelit dinner in that Miguel's bedroom," Francis hissed.
"You do know that he's dating a chick, right?" Gilbert said. "I'm pretty sure he's totally straight."
"Still, I am not taking any chance," Francis sniffed. "To have him stolen right out from underneath me would be a tragedy..."
Antonio and Gilbert snickered. "'Under you' indeed."
Francis smirked, but his witty retort was cut off by the lights coming back on.
The trio froze for a moment, and then they ran in separate directions into the night. Neither bothered to regroup, as they all knew that they were going to be headed elsewhere. Gilbert to Lizzie's room, Antonio to one of the Vargas brothers, and Francis to a bottle of wine he intended to become acquainted with that night. The dulcet sounds of Lady Gaga and Arthur yelling profanities filled the night as they made their separate ways.
*
Matthew had come a little late that day. He shuffled in, redfaced and apologetic as he took his seat. The professor was too busy to give him any glares, though. Not being noticed wasn't always a bad thing. Matthew opened up his textbook. A piece of paper, lined college rule from a notebook fell out. So that's where I put my notes, he thought.
He smoothed out the creases and noted a bit of writing near the edge.
There is
Hopeless fusion of your presence and your absence
I have found the secret of loving you
Always for the first time
It was then that Matthew looked up to the window. There was the figure in black. He looked up, and Matthew caught sight of gold curls, and a roguish smile. He winked, and made a heart with his hands.
Matthew blushed. The room erupted into chaos, with boys laughing and girls all thinking that it was aimed at them. As much as a part of him wanted to deny this, to reiterate that Francis wasn't noticing him, the paper in his hand said otherwise.
*
Matthew stood about the steps. His professor had been talking and talking about things after class and kept him so late, and all the while Matthew had wanted to just scream at him. But as always, he was polite and quiet and listened to him droning on and on when all he could think about was Francis. In fact, Matthew hadn't absorbed anything at all after finding the poem. He was pretty sure that he'd have to crib notes from Miguel and Eduard. There was in chalk, a refrain of the note he had received in class written on the wall. Most everyone else had already gone home. Matthew felt a sinking feeling, and wondered if he was too late. He wasn't sure that he could take a whole night of waiting.
"Bon Soir, Matthieu mon amour."
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Matthew turned to find Francis waiting for him. He was smiling in way that was quite suggestive, and staring very pointedly at Matthew's mouth.
"Ah...F-Francis. I didn't see you there," Matthew said. He could do little more than blush, look down and shove his hands a little deeper into his pants pockets.
"You have good taste in poets," Francis said.
"Thank you," Matthew said.
All he could think was the feel of Francis' mouth against his, and then his lips parting to let him further explore his mouth. His mind was still trying to comprehend that this was even real. He'd spent so much time convincing himself that there wasn't any chance that the notes could be aimed at him that he didn't know what to do at the revelation that they were.
Francis took his hand and kissed the back of his palm, and nuzzled against him. "From now on, I'll woo you in a more direct manner."
"I'd like that," Matthew said.
And when Francis finally did lower his mouth to his, it only felt sweeter than he could have imagined. Nestfuls of kisses, indeed. It was warm, like thawing out his cold hands in front of the fire, after slipping them from the softness of the snowy mittens. It was nostalgia and hope for a future in one as his pulse raced. He put his arms about Francis' neck and felt himself being pushed to wall where the poetry had been written. His eyelids fluttered, and he saw glimpses of the world past Francis, past the dim light reflected golden off of him. The world looked more beautiful from this angle. He felt Francis' hand entwine with his, and a part of him felt such wonder that bodies could fit together so well.
They only broke apart when they heard laughter, and found a few students passing. Matthew blushed, but Francis was nonplussed, even smug. He winked at them
"Now, mon chéri, shall we go somewhere a bit more private? I have many things I want to show you," Francis said.
His hand was still in Matthew's. Matthew was torn between the joyous disbelief, and the nagging fear that his palms would sweat.
"Oh, I'm coming," Matthew said. He rubbed the chalky dust from the back of his shirt.
"Oh you will be," Francis said.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Francis said smoothly. "Your family isn't expecting you back soon? I do intend to keep you out a very long time."
"Uh...I don't think Al or Arthur will miss me at all, frankly. They were off busy at some football game thing," Matthew said, gesturing with his hand.
"Ah, perfect. There is a shady spot about that ridge that is a very good place to watch sunsets."
Even Matthew wasn't so naive as to not recognize Makeout Ridge at even the slightest mention. He'd never been there personally, but he'd heard tales, and that was enough, really.
"I'd love to," Matthew said.
And he meant it with ever fiber of his being.
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The quips were hilarious and made my day. I should like to recite poetry and serenade you badly sometime. :3 Please let me know when you're free!
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I'm always free~ Thank you for your sweet comment ♥
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Thank you!
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Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
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That was a fun line to write XD Oh, Francis.
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