Soft Shock - 10/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:02:21 UTC
(And again!? WTF LJ... ///)
*
Francis’ hands snuck around Alfred’s front, pulling his jacket from his body. Alfred let him, and Francis adjusted Alfred’s lapels once he’d tossed the old bomber jacket aside. His hands settled back down onto Alfred’s shoulders, fingers brushing along Alfred’s neck.
“Anything else, Alfred?” Francis asked, purred into his ear.
Alfred stared at the wall opposite him, his face pink. “Um,” he said. He shifted. “Not really. I said it was dumb.”
“It is not,” Francis defended. He squeezed Alfred’s shoulders. “There is no shame in wanting acknowledgement. Even if I will not pretend you are not worthy of criticism, mon cher, you have done good things. You have done many things, and every nation knows the feeling of working so hard and feeling nothing come of it.”
“Yeah,” Alfred agreed, softly, slumping further.
“You are having a tough time,” Francis agreed, and leaned forward, so that his body pressed up against Alfred. “And for that, you do have my sympathy.”
“Thanks,” Alfred said quietly.
“And,” Francis continued. “I have a suggestion, for how to… relax. You are so tense, mon lapin.”
“What is it?” Alfred asked, twisting around to look at Francis.
“Let us sleep together,” Francis said primly.
Alfred sputtered, his face igniting in color. It was very reminiscent of Arthur, really, and it made Francis wonder just what traits Alfred had inherited from himself in addition to Arthur. They had raised the brothers together, really, even if Arthur had ultimately become the lasting influence. Francis merely smiled as the boy continued to sputter, blinking in rapid fire but not quite jerking away from Francis.
“I-uh. What?”
“It is a proven form of relaxation,” Francis said, “and,” he added, letting his eyes fall down Alfred’s body, “a good form of exercise. I know how much you like easy forms of exercise.”
“… I guess,” Alfred said, blinking. “I’ve heard people say that before, but…”
“And,” Francis continued, as if Alfred had not spoken, “sex is a wonderful stress relief. You will feel good as new in no time, and during very troubling or upsetting times, there is nothing better than a-” here he cleared his throat, and let his eyebrows rise up to his hairline, “-pick me up, as you would so coyly call it.”
Alfred’s face, if possible, blushed brighter. But, still, he was not backing away from Francis. Francis took this as a good sign and offered his most charming smile.
“I’ve heard that, too,” Alfred agreed. “But, I’m-”
“Now, now,” Francis interrupted, sliding up closer to Alfred, as Alfred’s actions could in no way be construed as rejection, just hesitation. “I suppose you are one of those nations who are, I suppose, ambivalent towards casual sex, but rest assured sweet Alfred, I am a superb lover.”
“That isn’t what-” Alfred began.
Francis stroked his knuckles along Alfred’s cheek, tenderly. “There is no shame, in finding appreciation in another’s body, Alfred. I guarantee I will help lift your spirits.”
Alfred blinked a few times, blushing and trying to find proper words. He bit his lip, his hair falling in his eyes as he ducked his head for a moment. He fiddled with the buttons of his suit jacket-a very good sign, Francis thought-and muttered out a few unintelligible words.
“Mon lapin,” Francis said, soothingly, taking Alfred’s hands in his own. He waited until the younger nation looked up at him, and he smiled. “Let me do this for you. I promise you will enjoy it.”
Alfred bit his lip again, and then offered him that endearingly awkward smile of his, the kind when he’s forgotten, for just a moment, to be a proud, arrogant boy filled with bravado and optimism. A quiet sincerity is what shown through now, and Francis returned the smile warmly, especially when Alfred nodded his head.
“… Okay,” he said, and swallowed thickly. “Yeah, okay.”
“Excellent,” Francis murmured, his thumbs swiping across Alfred’s squared knuckles. “I knew you would see reason.”
And as Francis leaned in to capture Alfred’s mouth, the boy whispered, “Thanks, Francis.”
*
Francis’ hands snuck around Alfred’s front, pulling his jacket from his body. Alfred let him, and Francis adjusted Alfred’s lapels once he’d tossed the old bomber jacket aside. His hands settled back down onto Alfred’s shoulders, fingers brushing along Alfred’s neck.
“Anything else, Alfred?” Francis asked, purred into his ear.
Alfred stared at the wall opposite him, his face pink. “Um,” he said. He shifted. “Not really. I said it was dumb.”
“It is not,” Francis defended. He squeezed Alfred’s shoulders. “There is no shame in wanting acknowledgement. Even if I will not pretend you are not worthy of criticism, mon cher, you have done good things. You have done many things, and every nation knows the feeling of working so hard and feeling nothing come of it.”
“Yeah,” Alfred agreed, softly, slumping further.
“You are having a tough time,” Francis agreed, and leaned forward, so that his body pressed up against Alfred. “And for that, you do have my sympathy.”
“Thanks,” Alfred said quietly.
“And,” Francis continued. “I have a suggestion, for how to… relax. You are so tense, mon lapin.”
“What is it?” Alfred asked, twisting around to look at Francis.
“Let us sleep together,” Francis said primly.
Alfred sputtered, his face igniting in color. It was very reminiscent of Arthur, really, and it made Francis wonder just what traits Alfred had inherited from himself in addition to Arthur. They had raised the brothers together, really, even if Arthur had ultimately become the lasting influence. Francis merely smiled as the boy continued to sputter, blinking in rapid fire but not quite jerking away from Francis.
“I-uh. What?”
“It is a proven form of relaxation,” Francis said, “and,” he added, letting his eyes fall down Alfred’s body, “a good form of exercise. I know how much you like easy forms of exercise.”
“… I guess,” Alfred said, blinking. “I’ve heard people say that before, but…”
“And,” Francis continued, as if Alfred had not spoken, “sex is a wonderful stress relief. You will feel good as new in no time, and during very troubling or upsetting times, there is nothing better than a-” here he cleared his throat, and let his eyebrows rise up to his hairline, “-pick me up, as you would so coyly call it.”
Alfred’s face, if possible, blushed brighter. But, still, he was not backing away from Francis. Francis took this as a good sign and offered his most charming smile.
“I’ve heard that, too,” Alfred agreed. “But, I’m-”
“Now, now,” Francis interrupted, sliding up closer to Alfred, as Alfred’s actions could in no way be construed as rejection, just hesitation. “I suppose you are one of those nations who are, I suppose, ambivalent towards casual sex, but rest assured sweet Alfred, I am a superb lover.”
“That isn’t what-” Alfred began.
Francis stroked his knuckles along Alfred’s cheek, tenderly. “There is no shame, in finding appreciation in another’s body, Alfred. I guarantee I will help lift your spirits.”
Alfred blinked a few times, blushing and trying to find proper words. He bit his lip, his hair falling in his eyes as he ducked his head for a moment. He fiddled with the buttons of his suit jacket-a very good sign, Francis thought-and muttered out a few unintelligible words.
“Mon lapin,” Francis said, soothingly, taking Alfred’s hands in his own. He waited until the younger nation looked up at him, and he smiled. “Let me do this for you. I promise you will enjoy it.”
Alfred bit his lip again, and then offered him that endearingly awkward smile of his, the kind when he’s forgotten, for just a moment, to be a proud, arrogant boy filled with bravado and optimism. A quiet sincerity is what shown through now, and Francis returned the smile warmly, especially when Alfred nodded his head.
“… Okay,” he said, and swallowed thickly. “Yeah, okay.”
“Excellent,” Francis murmured, his thumbs swiping across Alfred’s squared knuckles. “I knew you would see reason.”
And as Francis leaned in to capture Alfred’s mouth, the boy whispered, “Thanks, Francis.”
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