Wit Of The Staircase 86/?
anonymous
June 18 2011, 11:56:38 UTC
Just a bit of an interlude. I honestly think I misplaced a day somewhere and have been trying to find it. (Seriously, I had a legit moment of confusion when someone said it was Saturday...when did the weekend come? I thought yesterday was Thursday.) Anyways, someone needed a tea party (though it's a bit, late, I apologize) and someone just needed porn and hugs and rainbows and kittens in general because they're having a bad start to the summer.
Though it should be noted this only contains porn, and has no traces of kittens or rainbows whatsoever.
It does, however, contain phonesex.
*
He'd set it to vibrate before he dropped off, though usually he'd leave the ring on, just to hear the ringtones. He'd set special ringtones for each person. Well, at least he set one for Francis. Al and Arthur could share Iggy Pop for all he cared. They were always a half of two wholes it seemed, anyways.
For Francis, he set whatever Edith Piaf song he was feeling the most at the time. Currently it was set to La Vie en Rose. Though, if Francis ever took him on whatever those 'bloodbaths' of his were, he might just change it to Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, just for the hell of it.
Matthew searched for his glasses on the nightstand and reached for the phone. It was right next to his pillow, and he could feel the vibrating. Francis loved to tease him when he set it to vibrate. Think of me when you're 'playing with your phone' Matthieu he'd say.
He didn't, really. Sticky keypand was not fun.
Not that he'd know anything about that with firsthand experience. He'd read it on a blog somewhere. Really.
"Mmyello," Matthew said.
"Asleep already?" Francis said. "It's barely even twelve."
"Those last finals practically killed me for the night life," Matthew replied. "I don't know how you could be so calm over it all."
"I just picture everyone naked, of course," Francis said.
"But you do that everyday," Matthew said.
"But of course," Francis said.
Matthew chuckled. "Just like always, eh?"
"I haven't seen you," Francis said. "I've been missing you."
Matthew swallowed down the way that made his heart beat and gripped the phone a little tighter.
"Remember when I said 'at least Arthur didn't make me get a job?' Well....uh, I think I jinxed it."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...there's this little coffee shop, and apparently Arthur knows the owner. So yeah," Matthew said.
"I see," Francis replied.
"I've been learning the ropes...I start officially next week," Matthew said. "At least I get a discount on coffee. It's not one of those big chains, though."
"And what is the name of this place?"
"Uh... Frappellos, why?"
"Just curious," Francis said.
"Um, yeah. I'm afraid my summer's going to be a bit limited. I won't be broke anymore, at least."
"Mmm. These things can always be skirted around," Francis said.
"I'm pretty sure Arthur will kill me if I botch this job up. Or maybe you...or both of us."
"There's more than one way to work things," Francis said. "We could run away to Paris."
"That'd be the first place he looked."
"Lyon, then?"
"Hmmm, that just might work...." Matthew said.
"Just tell me, cher. I'll whisk you all away."
"Mmmm. I-I will..." Matthew said. He felt weirdly giggly and light and he had to pinch himself to cut it out. Francis was just teasing him, after all.
" I called you for a reason.... What are you wearing?" Francis said in a sultry manner.
"Um....there's these boxers and they're plaid. Red and green plaid. Oh, and they're flannel. Nice and toasty. And a really loose t-shirt. It's kind of ratty," Matthew said. He looked down at his clothes as he did, pulling the loose shirt away from him to study it.
"It's got a hockey logo on it...the decal is sort of faded, though. It's dark blue."
Francis clucked his tongue. "That is not how you do it, Matthieu."
"But that's what I'm wearing," Matthew said.
"Yes, but this is a fantasy, and so you should carefully craft it."
"So, I'm naked, that's what you're saying?" Matthew said..
"Eventually, eventually," Francis said.
"So, tell me what I'm wearing," Matthew said, growing a bit annoyed. "Since you seem to have all the answers."
Though it should be noted this only contains porn, and has no traces of kittens or rainbows whatsoever.
It does, however, contain phonesex.
*
He'd set it to vibrate before he dropped off, though usually he'd leave the ring on, just to hear the ringtones. He'd set special ringtones for each person. Well, at least he set one for Francis. Al and Arthur could share Iggy Pop for all he cared. They were always a half of two wholes it seemed, anyways.
For Francis, he set whatever Edith Piaf song he was feeling the most at the time. Currently it was set to La Vie en Rose. Though, if Francis ever took him on whatever those 'bloodbaths' of his were, he might just change it to Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, just for the hell of it.
Matthew searched for his glasses on the nightstand and reached for the phone. It was right next to his pillow, and he could feel the vibrating. Francis loved to tease him when he set it to vibrate. Think of me when you're 'playing with your phone' Matthieu he'd say.
He didn't, really. Sticky keypand was not fun.
Not that he'd know anything about that with firsthand experience. He'd read it on a blog somewhere. Really.
"Mmyello," Matthew said.
"Asleep already?" Francis said. "It's barely even twelve."
"Those last finals practically killed me for the night life," Matthew replied. "I don't know how you could be so calm over it all."
"I just picture everyone naked, of course," Francis said.
"But you do that everyday," Matthew said.
"But of course," Francis said.
Matthew chuckled. "Just like always, eh?"
"I haven't seen you," Francis said. "I've been missing you."
Matthew swallowed down the way that made his heart beat and gripped the phone a little tighter.
"Remember when I said 'at least Arthur didn't make me get a job?' Well....uh, I think I jinxed it."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...there's this little coffee shop, and apparently Arthur knows the owner. So yeah," Matthew said.
"I see," Francis replied.
"I've been learning the ropes...I start officially next week," Matthew said. "At least I get a discount on coffee. It's not one of those big chains, though."
"And what is the name of this place?"
"Uh... Frappellos, why?"
"Just curious," Francis said.
"Um, yeah. I'm afraid my summer's going to be a bit limited. I won't be broke anymore, at least."
"Mmm. These things can always be skirted around," Francis said.
"I'm pretty sure Arthur will kill me if I botch this job up. Or maybe you...or both of us."
"There's more than one way to work things," Francis said. "We could run away to Paris."
"That'd be the first place he looked."
"Lyon, then?"
"Hmmm, that just might work...." Matthew said.
"Just tell me, cher. I'll whisk you all away."
"Mmmm. I-I will..." Matthew said. He felt weirdly giggly and light and he had to pinch himself to cut it out. Francis was just teasing him, after all.
" I called you for a reason.... What are you wearing?" Francis said in a sultry manner.
"Um....there's these boxers and they're plaid. Red and green plaid. Oh, and they're flannel. Nice and toasty. And a really loose t-shirt. It's kind of ratty," Matthew said. He looked down at his clothes as he did, pulling the loose shirt away from him to study it.
"It's got a hockey logo on it...the decal is sort of faded, though. It's dark blue."
Francis clucked his tongue. "That is not how you do it, Matthieu."
"But that's what I'm wearing," Matthew said.
"Yes, but this is a fantasy, and so you should carefully craft it."
"So, I'm naked, that's what you're saying?" Matthew said..
"Eventually, eventually," Francis said.
"So, tell me what I'm wearing," Matthew said, growing a bit annoyed. "Since you seem to have all the answers."
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