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?”
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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