Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
Actually, I've been trying to update for a while, but my connection keeps dying on me. Whoopsie.
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Gilbert was nursing a hangover and a pretty nasty sunburn, given the fact that he'd considered himself 'too manly' for such trivial things as sunblock. Meanwhile, Lizzie fanned him with a little fan, and leaned against Roderich. They were all huddled under an umbrella, as Roderich's umbrella had been captured by hostile five year olds. He sort of wished he'd had a chance to grab his paperback before he got kidnapped. It'd dropped away there on the porch, and he hadn't a chance to even put it inside. Here was hoping Al took it in and it didn't get rained on.
Matthew had been researching hangover cures online after that first time he'd nursed Francis's hangover, so he'd borrowed his cash and come back with some Reece's pieces, and it really had helped. Francis still took advantage of the chance to lay his head in Matthew's lap, anyways, but he wasn't puking all over the place and moaning huddled in a corner, like Gilbert.
Antonio was asleep, curled up to Lovino who was (surprise, surprise) showing even something as a softer side as he let Antonio stay cuddled up to him. Or maybe he was just hungover too, Matthew wasn't too sure on his point. He wanted to believe that Lovino was as cute as Antonio claimed, but Lovino kinda hated him for some reason. Matthew still wasn't clear on why.
Matthew had a feeling that day two would be more laid back, a day of resting after the activities of last night, so he settled in. It would've been relaxing with the sound of the seagulls, the waves. There wasn't even a lot of screaming from the hostile five year olds who had decided to settle in their victory of Roderich's umbrella and take a nap.
Or it would've been, hadn't it been for Gilbert's occasional groans of agony and occasional dry heaving. Still, Matthew found himself drifting to sleep, lulled by the sound of the waves and Francis's even breathing. His hands were half buried in sand, but before he fell asleep, he felt his hand encircled, entwined, and the faint brush of Francis's fingers laced into his own.
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aaand here's Gilbert's: http://6dollarshirts.com/product.php?productid=11323&blog=tessa_ridethecock
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Matthew still wasn't quite sure what everyone was up to. Granted, he was still groggy from waking up and had sand in his mouth. When people said you got sand everywhere when you were at the beach, they were so not kidding. He grimaced and searched for the bottles of water he'd gotten and shoved in the coooler for post-hangover purposes. It was half buried under sand, but it looked like the hostile tribe of five year olds hadn't gotten it. Maybe Gilbert had guarded their treasure after all. The beer was long gone, but there were still two bottles of water left. He took one and threw the other to Francis, who caught it and lifted it to his lips, the dewy condensation dripping down his fingers and chin. He looked like something out of an ad, if that ad was "buy our water and this sexy French guy will deepthroat you." Matthew would've thought that Francis was playing the 'act sexy so Matthew pops a boner in public' when he realized...yes, it was Francis, that was exactly what he was doing.
He licked over the rim of the bottle, slowly savoring every last drop, licked his lips, and gave Matthew a smile so suggestive that 'sultry' didn't even begin to cut it.
"Thank you, Matthieu," he said.
Thank God for loose pants.
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