Sensibility [1/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:46:37 UTC
O-oh, I don't think this turned out the way the OP wanted it, but I tried...it...it kinda took a life of it's own. sorry. Original request: This may seem a bit bizarre, but anon humbly requests something about France and perfume, especially since the most famous perfume in the world is Chanel No. 5. and here, perfumes are synonymous with Paris.Anon would love crack, because this is about French culture, but something romantic, like France at the counter, helping a customer (your choice of who) find the perfect scent for a date, would be even better. Original Thread: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=12621578#t12621578 ***** Francis knew, without a doubt, that if given suitable time and the right kind of alcohol, he could make anyone he wanted putty in his hands. Except, it seemed, the one person he actually cared about.
Lovely, lovely Mathieu seemed utterly, utterly uninterested. Which was ego-bruising enough, but the boy seemed bent on taking the torture to a whole new level. He bit his lip when he was thinking, sucked syrup from his breakfast off his fingers, rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, and performed hundreds of other tantalizing gestures.
He most likely wasn’t aware of what he was doing, but if Francis had to sit through another conference watching Matt tease him like that, he was going to just bend the boy right over the table, international decorum be damned.
The inherent problem, Francis concluded, was that there was no way for him to return fire. He didn’t know what Matt liked, didn’t know what could be done to entice him. If only there was a way Matt would divulge this information...
But then, as Lady Luck would have it, Matt came forward all on his own.
He showed up on Francis’s doorstep one afternoon, nervous, blushing, and fidgety. Francis admired the sight of a terribly flustered Matt for a moment before asking the obvious.
“What brings you here, mon cheri?”
“Um. Well. I need help with something and I heard…and read somewhere that you know the most about it, so, um…”
“Oh?” Francis’s raised one eyebrow. “And what would this…something be?”
“I-um, I sort of…like someone.” Matt’s cheeks turned from soft pink to rose red and Francis had suppress a grin. “So, I wanted to get their attention, and um, apparently, if you smell nice, that can do the trick.”
Sensibility [2/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:48:44 UTC
Oh, no. It couldn’t be this easy. He was walking straight into Francis’s area of expertise. This “someone” was but a minor obstacle. Francis smirked. Matt was as good as his.
“It certainly can. Come in, and let’s see what we can do.” Matt smiled nervously and followed Francis inside. “So. Names are not needed, but what is this someone like?”
“Why do you need to know, eh?” Matt’s tone was defensive and Francis made a mental note to tread carefully.
“Different scents appeal to different people,” Francis explained. “I need to know a little about who you’re trying to seduce to help you.”
“I’m not trying to seduce them, I just want them to notice me.”
“Ah, Mathieu, you do not understand.” Francis smiled and ushered Matt into the bathroom. “Anything involving the senses is always about seduction.”
“Really?” Matt leaned casually against the sink counter, watching Francis with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “So…there are other ways to get his attention, eh?”
“Of course. Would you like to know about them?” Matt licked his lips (mon dieu, like the boy needed lessons in seduction when he did things like that) and nodded. “Very well. Let us start with appearance.”
“Oh. This might take a while,” Matt joked.
“Non, mon cheri, you misunderstand. You are très beau on your own, you simply need to…play up your assets.” Francis looked him up and down thoughtfully. “Wear a tighter cut for your jeans…you have very soft skin, wear something on top that shows a little. Neck or arms doesn’t matter. And wear blue. It brings out your eyes.”
“Um. My glasses are a fault, then?”
“I think they give you charm, personally.” Francis shrugged. “But I’m not sure what this ‘someone’ of yours might think.”
Sensibility [3/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:50:37 UTC
“Pretend I am your mysterious someone,” Francis instructed. “Say hello to me.”
“What? Why?”
“Just…say hello to me.”
“Um. Hello?” Matt said skeptically.
“Non, non, non.” Francis shook his head. “Like this.” He leaned a bit closer to Matt and dropped his voice to a casually suggestive volume somewhere between normal conversation and a whisper. “Hello, Mathieu. How have you been?” Matt flushed and ducked his head.
“F-fine,” he squeaked.
“Ah-ha!” Francis grinned victoriously. “You see? I did not even say anything of substance, and look how you reacted! It is all in the tone, Mathieu. Your words must caress as your hands do. Now, try again.”
“I feel really stupid…”
“Try again.” Matt sighed and cleared his throat.
“Hello Francis,” he said, voice soft and engaging. Well that certainly sent some blood south. “How have you been?”
“Excellent,” Francis smiled. “Your tone, I mean. You…ah, do not need to do that again.”
“Really? That was good?” Francis nodded. A little too good. “Okay. So now I’m wondering about taste. What am I supposed to do? Cover myself in maple syrup or something?”
“Non.” Do not think about licking maple syrup off him…do not think about … “It can be two things. Items you eat or drink can be evocative…like chocolate.”
“And the other?”
“Has nothing really to do with actual flavor, but you want your someone to wonder and wonder what your mouth tastes like.”
“Um. Why?”
“It is all about luring them,” Francis smirked. “If you can get them fixated on something, anything, they are yours.” He held his hand up before Matt could speak. “Before you ask, your lips are terribly inviting, and you have a little lip-biting habit when you are reading or thinking about something. If your someone is not being driven crazy by this already, you simply need to be obvious about it in their presence.”
“O-oh.” Matt touched his lips unconsciously. “W-what next?”
Sensibility [4/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:52:56 UTC
“What you came here for in the first place.” Francis bent down and opened a cabinet under the sink. “Now, tell me something about-“
“Holy shit Francis! How much cologne do you own?”
“Well, this is just one cabinet, and I lost count after a while…” Francis frowned at Matt’s flabbergasted look. “If you remember, Mathieu, you were the one who came to me for help.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Like I was saying, you need to tell me something about this…someone.”
“Do I have to? I mean, can’t you just give me something…nice?”
“Nice?” Francis sighed. “Let me show you how this works.” Francis extracted a bottle, dabbed a little on his wrist, and held out his arm. “Now, I am guessing, but for a smell you like, I would wear something a little…sweeter.” Matt took a skeptical sniff and shrugged.
“S’not bad.”
“All right, I was wrong. Let us try…ah, this, maybe.” He pulled out another bottle, dabbed some on his other wrist, and again held it out for Matt’s evaluation.
“Smells sort of…smoky.”
“It is supposed to. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, it reminds me of wintertime and fireplaces and-“
“Nostalgia is not what we are going for.” Francis turned back to the cabinet thoughtfully. After a moment’s deliberation, he pulled out another bottle. “Third time is the charm.” He touched some to his neck and motioned to Matt. “Come and see if this one is more to your liking.” Matt pushed himself off the sink and slowly stepped closer to Francis. He stopped when he got in the range of one-on-one conversation, suddenly taking a deep breath. Got it.
“That…” he leaned closer. “That smells so good.” He was obviously checking the desire to bury his face in the crook of Francis’s neck and inhale.
“Ah. You like something heavier, spicy…and you like to smell it when you are close to the person.” Francis smiled. “Do you see what I am talking about?”
“Uh-uh.” Matt backed up until he hit the sink, apparently not trusting himself. “W-what’s yours?”
“My…?”
“Your scent, the smell you like.” Francis stared at Matt bemusedly until he elaborated. “I mean, what works on you must work on everyone, right?”
“Not necessarily, but since you refuse to tell me anything about the person you’re trying to get, you are welcome to try.” Francis handed Matt a small, pale blue bottle. “Light and flowery, bit of a smoky undertone but nothing too overpowering. What I like most about it, though, is that it lingers…and that brings us to our final lesson.”
“Touch?” Matt inquired nervously.
“Oui. Remember, keep it gentle…” He brushed Matt’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “…keep it casual…” glancing touch down Matt’s arm “…but most important, keep it lingering…” He splayed his fingers across the small of Matt’s back, trailing the tips across along a line just above the hem of his jeans. “Does that make sense?” Matt, flushed, wide eyed, and near breathless, nodded slowly, and Francis smiled a smile he hoped didn’t look too predatory.
Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:56:19 UTC
reCAPTCHA "geolo-nabisco". WTF?! ***** Francis wasn’t sure, but he thought the latest conference had to be the longest, most tedious, most agonizing thing he ever had to endure. It might, he mused, have something to do with Matt using all his new techniques to attract his “someone”. Francis told him to play it up and was he ever.
He ran into Matt earlier that morning on his way to get coffee and was struck speechless by blue. Blue tie, blue shirt, blue eyes…he felt like he was drowning. Matt had greeted him with a gorgeous smile, tilted his head to the side a little so his hair caught the light, and said in a velvet voice “Good morning, Francis. How are you?”
“Bien,” Francis managed. “And how are you?”
“Great.” He smiled wider. “I’m taking your advice.”
“I can tell. You look …stunning.” Close enough to how he felt.
“Merci.” Matt blushed a little. “I’d love to talk, but I gotta head over to the conference room. I have some stuff to go over, but I’ll see you in a bit.” He touched Francis’s arm in acknowledgment, assurance, before walking away. But his fingertips still brushed along the line of Francis’s shoulder, stopping and dropping only when they reached the shirt collar.
In Matt’s wake, Francis caught the scent of the cologne he gave him, heady and perfect. It lingered, just as he knew it would, and Francis stood in the hallway, cursing his lack of foresight.
This had backfired. Badly. Sexual frustration was mixing with resentment at whoever Matt was giving his affection to until it turned into something acidic that resembled jealousy. This. Just. Wasn’t. Fair.
To make matters worse, when Francis returned to the conference room and sat down, wondering how in the world he was going to survive, Matt took the seat next to him with a cheerful little smile. Francis really couldn’t change seats without seeming rude, so he was forced to sit and smell and brush knees with Matt for hours. Francis wondered how unlucky he had to be to choose a seat near Matt’s “someone” (why else would Matt choose to sit there?). He glanced around and…oh, if it was Arthur it really would be torture.
A/N: This is as far as I am for now. Just wanted to get some of it up because I told the OP a LONG time ago I'd fill this, so...more is coming soon. Probably tomorrow.
Re: France is Dense, non?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 15:47:44 UTC
LOL! Random anon totally agrees! By chapter 2, I was thinking: 'Sly Canada, very sly. XDDDD' This really makes this fic that much funner to read hahaha!
Will be looking forward to your next chapter authornon! I love what you have so far!
Re: France is Dense, non?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 21:37:32 UTC
Author!anon here, and yes, it is supposed to be clear as cellophane XD. France is just used to coming on to other people himself so he's totally clueless when someone actually comes on to him.
And it might have been more amusing had it said "gigolo"
Re: Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 08:06:14 UTC
Guh, this is absolutely wonderful; and the details of France giving Matthew advice, mmmm. And of course, France's tactics backfiring on him is always wonderful to see. >;D Looking forward to more, oh yes. ♥
Re: Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 23:41:33 UTC
Ah Francis~ It's always great to read of him whenever his plan backfires on him. Gosh, it's just so much fun to tease him. Matthew's doing a very very good job, even beyond it.
Sensibility [6/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:10:41 UTC
And if Francis thought Matt unconsciously drawing attention to his mouth was bad, it was nothing compared to Matt being purposefully enticing. He licked his lips, pouted in boredom, applied chap stick, and nibbled at his bottom lip in such a come-hither manner it was indecent.
When at last the conference ended and Alfred had no more crazy ideas to throw out on the table, Francis nearly cried with relief. It was over, and there was nothing standing between him and the door-
“Francis! Wait up.” He spoke too soon. Forcing down the urge to bolt, he plastered on a smile and turned around.
“Mathieu. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much.” His tie was loosened, he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Well, the room was uncomfortably warm, but did Matt really have to follow all of Francis’s advice? “I was just wondering what your dinner plans are.”
“Oh…”
“Look, I wouldn’t ask otherwise, but my brother ditched me for Arthur and I don’t want to go eat someplace by myself.”
“Well, after all I taught you, why not ask your ‘someone’?” Matt held up one finger, a silent “wait a sec”, before casting a furtive look around the conference room. Nodding to himself, he walked past a bewildered Francis, pulled the double-doors shut, and locked them from the inside.
“There,” Matt said, pulling on the doors to make sure they were locked tightly. “Sorry if you’re actually hungry. I just had to keep you distracted until everyone left.”
“Mathieu, what are you doing?” Francis asked warily. Matt turned to him, a playful glint in his eyes that, while attractive, wasn’t very assuring.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His voice dropped low, soft and tinged with suggestive promise. “I’m just using what you taught me, Francis.”
“But you are supposed to use it on-oh. Oh.” And it all clicked in place. Before shock could turn into indignation at his own tricks being used against him, Francis felt himself pushed back until he hit the end of the conference table. “Mon cheri, this is a bit…sudden.”
“Sudden? No. I’ve been watching you like you’ve been watching me.” His words were punctuated by his hand dragging slow and light up Francis’s thigh. “Except, I didn’t know you were watching me until you told me so, when you showed me all those things you noticed about me and liked. And once I knew that, well…”
“So your ‘someone’ was a complete fabrication.”
“Not completely. I mean, I just wanted to trick you into telling me a little bit about what turned you on. I didn’t expect you to teach me how to seduce you.”
“I didn’t think I was. Nor did I think you capable of plotting something like this.”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d ever look at me twice.” Matt lost a bit of his composure and glanced down at the floor embarrassedly. “So I guess we were both surprised, eh?” He took his glasses off, putting them in the pocket of his discarded suit jacket hanging on the back of a chair. “So.” He smiled invitingly. “…do I have you fixated?”
Sensibility [7/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:12:47 UTC
“You have no idea,” Francis moaned, pulling Matt forcefully into a searing, smothering kiss. The momentum caused them to fall back awkwardly onto the table, knocking over pencil cups and stray water glasses, but Francis didn’t care because Matt’s soft weight on top of him was actually rather nice, and he was finally running his tongue along those lips that had tantalized him for so long.
He felt Matt pulling at his tie, undoing buttons, the heat from his fingertips bleeding through the fabric and settling on Francis’s skin. But oh just the taste of Matt’s mouth, sweet and pleasant and fun like champagne and strawberries, left him incoherent and dazed. And suddenly Matt’s hands were all over his torso, trailing burning patterns along the contours of his chest and stomach…it was all so warm.
Matt pulled back abruptly, and Francis tried to follow, to catch his lips once more, but Matt wouldn’t let him. He whispered something instead, something Francis didn’t understand.
“Quoi?”
“I said, sit up a little. I can’t get your jacket and shirt off.” Francis complied, sitting up and shrugging off the garments, watching them briefly as they slid off the edge of the table and pooled on the carpet (there were more important things to worry about than wrinkles) before leaning forward to kiss Matt again.
The smell of his cologne still clung to his collar and neck, however, and Francis couldn’t resist nuzzling the spot just below Matt’s jaw, breathing the scent in. Oh, the clever boy thought of everything didn’t he? Francis tugged Matt’s tie off and started on the buttons while he nipped and kissed his way along Matt’s throat.
“Francis…” Matt laughed breathlessly and squirmed a little. “Your stubble feels weird. It won’t leave a burn, will it?”
“It might,” Francis replied honestly, and started sucking at spot right underneath Matt’s jaw. Francis heard Matt gasp, felt the pulse under his lips increase in tempo.
Matt’s hands ran down Francis’s back, fingers following the line of his spine until they reached the hemline of his pants, moving around along his hips and--oh. Francis bit back a moan when Matt’s hand brushed against his erection, before almost being yanked off the table as Matt attempted to remove his pants.
“Don’t just sit there,” Matt grumbled. “Lift your hips a little.” Francis almost laughed, but did as Matt said, and his pants quickly joined the rest of his clothes on the floor
Sensibility [8/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:15:05 UTC
Francis was about to suggest they even things out and Matt lose his bottoms as well, but he was left speechless when Matt shucked his loosened shirt off and went down on his knees, bracing his hands on the inside of Francis’s thighs. The thought of that gorgeous, enticing mouth around his cock made Francis’s thoughts falter and knees weak but it was nothing compared to Matt actually sucking him off. His nerves felt like live wires, shooting sparks of pleasure and heat up his spine.
“Mathieu…” Francis moaned, stroking Matt’s soft, golden hair. He hummed in response and Francis had to grip the table so hard his bones creaked just to stop himself from jerking forward. “Mon ange…you-“ Oh, he wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with Matt like that in front of him, eyes dark and half-lidded, flushed and stunning.
Matt must have caught the plead and urgency in Francis’s voice however, because after one last, lingering lick and swirl of the tongue, he pulled back with a wet, obscene popping noise.
He stood up, wiping his mouth and reaching into the pocket of his pants. Why were those still on again? That would have to change soon…
“Lie back” Matt said, setting a small bottle on the table while he…ah, started unbuttoning his pants. Francis eased himself back onto the table, keeping himself propped up by his elbows. The surface felt cool against his skin, but the sweat made it slippery.
A/N: Sorry! I totally thought i would finish it up this time...more to come, sit tight.
Original Thread: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=12621578#t12621578
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Francis knew, without a doubt, that if given suitable time and the right kind of alcohol, he could make anyone he wanted putty in his hands. Except, it seemed, the one person he actually cared about.
Lovely, lovely Mathieu seemed utterly, utterly uninterested. Which was ego-bruising enough, but the boy seemed bent on taking the torture to a whole new level. He bit his lip when he was thinking, sucked syrup from his breakfast off his fingers, rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, and performed hundreds of other tantalizing gestures.
He most likely wasn’t aware of what he was doing, but if Francis had to sit through another conference watching Matt tease him like that, he was going to just bend the boy right over the table, international decorum be damned.
The inherent problem, Francis concluded, was that there was no way for him to return fire. He didn’t know what Matt liked, didn’t know what could be done to entice him. If only there was a way Matt would divulge this information...
But then, as Lady Luck would have it, Matt came forward all on his own.
He showed up on Francis’s doorstep one afternoon, nervous, blushing, and fidgety. Francis admired the sight of a terribly flustered Matt for a moment before asking the obvious.
“What brings you here, mon cheri?”
“Um. Well. I need help with something and I heard…and read somewhere that you know the most about it, so, um…”
“Oh?” Francis’s raised one eyebrow. “And what would this…something be?”
“I-um, I sort of…like someone.” Matt’s cheeks turned from soft pink to rose red and Francis had suppress a grin. “So, I wanted to get their attention, and um, apparently, if you smell nice, that can do the trick.”
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“It certainly can. Come in, and let’s see what we can do.” Matt smiled nervously and followed Francis inside. “So. Names are not needed, but what is this someone like?”
“Why do you need to know, eh?” Matt’s tone was defensive and Francis made a mental note to tread carefully.
“Different scents appeal to different people,” Francis explained. “I need to know a little about who you’re trying to seduce to help you.”
“I’m not trying to seduce them, I just want them to notice me.”
“Ah, Mathieu, you do not understand.” Francis smiled and ushered Matt into the bathroom. “Anything involving the senses is always about seduction.”
“Really?” Matt leaned casually against the sink counter, watching Francis with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “So…there are other ways to get his attention, eh?”
“Of course. Would you like to know about them?” Matt licked his lips (mon dieu, like the boy needed lessons in seduction when he did things like that) and nodded. “Very well. Let us start with appearance.”
“Oh. This might take a while,” Matt joked.
“Non, mon cheri, you misunderstand. You are très beau on your own, you simply need to…play up your assets.” Francis looked him up and down thoughtfully. “Wear a tighter cut for your jeans…you have very soft skin, wear something on top that shows a little. Neck or arms doesn’t matter. And wear blue. It brings out your eyes.”
“Um. My glasses are a fault, then?”
“I think they give you charm, personally.” Francis shrugged. “But I’m not sure what this ‘someone’ of yours might think.”
“Okay. What next?”
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“What? Why?”
“Just…say hello to me.”
“Um. Hello?” Matt said skeptically.
“Non, non, non.” Francis shook his head. “Like this.” He leaned a bit closer to Matt and dropped his voice to a casually suggestive volume somewhere between normal conversation and a whisper. “Hello, Mathieu. How have you been?” Matt flushed and ducked his head.
“F-fine,” he squeaked.
“Ah-ha!” Francis grinned victoriously. “You see? I did not even say anything of substance, and look how you reacted! It is all in the tone, Mathieu. Your words must caress as your hands do. Now, try again.”
“I feel really stupid…”
“Try again.” Matt sighed and cleared his throat.
“Hello Francis,” he said, voice soft and engaging. Well that certainly sent some blood south. “How have you been?”
“Excellent,” Francis smiled. “Your tone, I mean. You…ah, do not need to do that again.”
“Really? That was good?” Francis nodded. A little too good. “Okay. So now I’m wondering about taste. What am I supposed to do? Cover myself in maple syrup or something?”
“Non.” Do not think about licking maple syrup off him…do not think about … “It can be two things. Items you eat or drink can be evocative…like chocolate.”
“And the other?”
“Has nothing really to do with actual flavor, but you want your someone to wonder and wonder what your mouth tastes like.”
“Um. Why?”
“It is all about luring them,” Francis smirked. “If you can get them fixated on something, anything, they are yours.” He held his hand up before Matt could speak. “Before you ask, your lips are terribly inviting, and you have a little lip-biting habit when you are reading or thinking about something. If your someone is not being driven crazy by this already, you simply need to be obvious about it in their presence.”
“O-oh.” Matt touched his lips unconsciously. “W-what next?”
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“Holy shit Francis! How much cologne do you own?”
“Well, this is just one cabinet, and I lost count after a while…” Francis frowned at Matt’s flabbergasted look. “If you remember, Mathieu, you were the one who came to me for help.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Like I was saying, you need to tell me something about this…someone.”
“Do I have to? I mean, can’t you just give me something…nice?”
“Nice?” Francis sighed. “Let me show you how this works.” Francis extracted a bottle, dabbed a little on his wrist, and held out his arm. “Now, I am guessing, but for a smell you like, I would wear something a little…sweeter.” Matt took a skeptical sniff and shrugged.
“S’not bad.”
“All right, I was wrong. Let us try…ah, this, maybe.” He pulled out another bottle, dabbed some on his other wrist, and again held it out for Matt’s evaluation.
“Smells sort of…smoky.”
“It is supposed to. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, it reminds me of wintertime and fireplaces and-“
“Nostalgia is not what we are going for.” Francis turned back to the cabinet thoughtfully. After a moment’s deliberation, he pulled out another bottle. “Third time is the charm.” He touched some to his neck and motioned to Matt. “Come and see if this one is more to your liking.” Matt pushed himself off the sink and slowly stepped closer to Francis. He stopped when he got in the range of one-on-one conversation, suddenly taking a deep breath. Got it.
“That…” he leaned closer. “That smells so good.” He was obviously checking the desire to bury his face in the crook of Francis’s neck and inhale.
“Ah. You like something heavier, spicy…and you like to smell it when you are close to the person.” Francis smiled. “Do you see what I am talking about?”
“Uh-uh.” Matt backed up until he hit the sink, apparently not trusting himself. “W-what’s yours?”
“My…?”
“Your scent, the smell you like.” Francis stared at Matt bemusedly until he elaborated. “I mean, what works on you must work on everyone, right?”
“Not necessarily, but since you refuse to tell me anything about the person you’re trying to get, you are welcome to try.” Francis handed Matt a small, pale blue bottle. “Light and flowery, bit of a smoky undertone but nothing too overpowering. What I like most about it, though, is that it lingers…and that brings us to our final lesson.”
“Touch?” Matt inquired nervously.
“Oui. Remember, keep it gentle…” He brushed Matt’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “…keep it casual…” glancing touch down Matt’s arm “…but most important, keep it lingering…” He splayed his fingers across the small of Matt’s back, trailing the tips across along a line just above the hem of his jeans. “Does that make sense?” Matt, flushed, wide eyed, and near breathless, nodded slowly, and Francis smiled a smile he hoped didn’t look too predatory.
Oh. Right in the palm of his hand.
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Francis wasn’t sure, but he thought the latest conference had to be the longest, most tedious, most agonizing thing he ever had to endure. It might, he mused, have something to do with Matt using all his new techniques to attract his “someone”. Francis told him to play it up and was he ever.
He ran into Matt earlier that morning on his way to get coffee and was struck speechless by blue. Blue tie, blue shirt, blue eyes…he felt like he was drowning. Matt had greeted him with a gorgeous smile, tilted his head to the side a little so his hair caught the light, and said in a velvet voice “Good morning, Francis. How are you?”
“Bien,” Francis managed. “And how are you?”
“Great.” He smiled wider. “I’m taking your advice.”
“I can tell. You look …stunning.” Close enough to how he felt.
“Merci.” Matt blushed a little. “I’d love to talk, but I gotta head over to the conference room. I have some stuff to go over, but I’ll see you in a bit.” He touched Francis’s arm in acknowledgment, assurance, before walking away. But his fingertips still brushed along the line of Francis’s shoulder, stopping and dropping only when they reached the shirt collar.
In Matt’s wake, Francis caught the scent of the cologne he gave him, heady and perfect. It lingered, just as he knew it would, and Francis stood in the hallway, cursing his lack of foresight.
This had backfired. Badly. Sexual frustration was mixing with resentment at whoever Matt was giving his affection to until it turned into something acidic that resembled jealousy. This. Just. Wasn’t. Fair.
To make matters worse, when Francis returned to the conference room and sat down, wondering how in the world he was going to survive, Matt took the seat next to him with a cheerful little smile. Francis really couldn’t change seats without seeming rude, so he was forced to sit and smell and brush knees with Matt for hours. Francis wondered how unlucky he had to be to choose a seat near Matt’s “someone” (why else would Matt choose to sit there?). He glanced around and…oh, if it was Arthur it really would be torture.
A/N: This is as far as I am for now. Just wanted to get some of it up because I told the OP a LONG time ago I'd fill this, so...more is coming soon. Probably tomorrow.
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Not OP, by the way.
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Will be looking forward to your next chapter authornon! I love what you have so far!
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And it might have been more amusing had it said "gigolo"
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oh, francis. poor thing. ahahahahahahaha
excited for the next part:)
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Canada, you sly thing, you are simply iressistable.
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When at last the conference ended and Alfred had no more crazy ideas to throw out on the table, Francis nearly cried with relief. It was over, and there was nothing standing between him and the door-
“Francis! Wait up.” He spoke too soon. Forcing down the urge to bolt, he plastered on a smile and turned around.
“Mathieu. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much.” His tie was loosened, he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Well, the room was uncomfortably warm, but did Matt really have to follow all of Francis’s advice? “I was just wondering what your dinner plans are.”
“Oh…”
“Look, I wouldn’t ask otherwise, but my brother ditched me for Arthur and I don’t want to go eat someplace by myself.”
“Well, after all I taught you, why not ask your ‘someone’?” Matt held up one finger, a silent “wait a sec”, before casting a furtive look around the conference room. Nodding to himself, he walked past a bewildered Francis, pulled the double-doors shut, and locked them from the inside.
“There,” Matt said, pulling on the doors to make sure they were locked tightly. “Sorry if you’re actually hungry. I just had to keep you distracted until everyone left.”
“Mathieu, what are you doing?” Francis asked warily. Matt turned to him, a playful glint in his eyes that, while attractive, wasn’t very assuring.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His voice dropped low, soft and tinged with suggestive promise. “I’m just using what you taught me, Francis.”
“But you are supposed to use it on-oh. Oh.” And it all clicked in place. Before shock could turn into indignation at his own tricks being used against him, Francis felt himself pushed back until he hit the end of the conference table. “Mon cheri, this is a bit…sudden.”
“Sudden? No. I’ve been watching you like you’ve been watching me.” His words were punctuated by his hand dragging slow and light up Francis’s thigh. “Except, I didn’t know you were watching me until you told me so, when you showed me all those things you noticed about me and liked. And once I knew that, well…”
“So your ‘someone’ was a complete fabrication.”
“Not completely. I mean, I just wanted to trick you into telling me a little bit about what turned you on. I didn’t expect you to teach me how to seduce you.”
“I didn’t think I was. Nor did I think you capable of plotting something like this.”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d ever look at me twice.” Matt lost a bit of his composure and glanced down at the floor embarrassedly. “So I guess we were both surprised, eh?” He took his glasses off, putting them in the pocket of his discarded suit jacket hanging on the back of a chair. “So.” He smiled invitingly. “…do I have you fixated?”
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He felt Matt pulling at his tie, undoing buttons, the heat from his fingertips bleeding through the fabric and settling on Francis’s skin. But oh just the taste of Matt’s mouth, sweet and pleasant and fun like champagne and strawberries, left him incoherent and dazed. And suddenly Matt’s hands were all over his torso, trailing burning patterns along the contours of his chest and stomach…it was all so warm.
Matt pulled back abruptly, and Francis tried to follow, to catch his lips once more, but Matt wouldn’t let him. He whispered something instead, something Francis didn’t understand.
“Quoi?”
“I said, sit up a little. I can’t get your jacket and shirt off.” Francis complied, sitting up and shrugging off the garments, watching them briefly as they slid off the edge of the table and pooled on the carpet (there were more important things to worry about than wrinkles) before leaning forward to kiss Matt again.
The smell of his cologne still clung to his collar and neck, however, and Francis couldn’t resist nuzzling the spot just below Matt’s jaw, breathing the scent in. Oh, the clever boy thought of everything didn’t he? Francis tugged Matt’s tie off and started on the buttons while he nipped and kissed his way along Matt’s throat.
“Francis…” Matt laughed breathlessly and squirmed a little. “Your stubble feels weird. It won’t leave a burn, will it?”
“It might,” Francis replied honestly, and started sucking at spot right underneath Matt’s jaw. Francis heard Matt gasp, felt the pulse under his lips increase in tempo.
Matt’s hands ran down Francis’s back, fingers following the line of his spine until they reached the hemline of his pants, moving around along his hips and--oh. Francis bit back a moan when Matt’s hand brushed against his erection, before almost being yanked off the table as Matt attempted to remove his pants.
“Don’t just sit there,” Matt grumbled. “Lift your hips a little.” Francis almost laughed, but did as Matt said, and his pants quickly joined the rest of his clothes on the floor
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“Mathieu…” Francis moaned, stroking Matt’s soft, golden hair. He hummed in response and Francis had to grip the table so hard his bones creaked just to stop himself from jerking forward. “Mon ange…you-“ Oh, he wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with Matt like that in front of him, eyes dark and half-lidded, flushed and stunning.
Matt must have caught the plead and urgency in Francis’s voice however, because after one last, lingering lick and swirl of the tongue, he pulled back with a wet, obscene popping noise.
He stood up, wiping his mouth and reaching into the pocket of his pants. Why were those still on again? That would have to change soon…
“Lie back” Matt said, setting a small bottle on the table while he…ah, started unbuttoning his pants. Francis eased himself back onto the table, keeping himself propped up by his elbows. The surface felt cool against his skin, but the sweat made it slippery.
A/N: Sorry! I totally thought i would finish it up this time...more to come, sit tight.
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