Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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He stepped to the other side of the vehicle, checking for possible preschoolers he might accidentally scar forever by being 'that streaking pervert' without even meaning to. Luckily, they all apparently had bedtimes to meet and weren't about to be sneaking into gay clubs, so he was home free, or something.
"I'll watch for you."
Matthew froze. He jerked around, to see...Francis. Of course it was Francis. Who else would be peeking at his ass? No one, that's who. Unless it was those damn five year olds again.
"Merde, you scared me," Matthew said. He laughed it off, pushing his hair out of his face.
"I thought some kind of pervert was there...." Matthew said sheepishly.
"And you were entirely right." Francis sighed wistfully. "I love when you speak French."
"Ahh....Moi aussi," Matthew said.
Francis's 'watching' seemed far more concentrated on Matthew's ass than keeping perverts away. Apparently, he'd attracted the only pervert around...but Matthew was okay with this. Especially when Francis was cool with holding his stuff for him, so he could sit half in the vehicle and keep up off the pavement. He really didn't want to make contact with the broken glass and cigarette butts and-ewwww, was that a used condom?
He figured out pretty quickly that he was not going to be able to fit his boxers in Lizze's manly yet adorable capris. The camisole looked even smaller in this light, but he pulled off his wet, sandy shirt off and pulled it on anyways. Just as he thought, it showed a lot of skin, yet fit. Somehow.
"You'd make a good stripper," Francis said. "That was quite a show there."
"I always figured that'd be more your thing," Matthew said.
"Perhaps," Francis said. "It's certainly on the list of career options."
Matthew pulled the capris on, then stepped into his shoes, which were still full of sand, and pulled it up over his ass. He looked down and smoothed over his thighs down to his knees, bending to test it. Surprisingly, they fit. Sure, they were a little tight, but not enough to break. He hoped, at least.
"I didn't think they'd fit," Matthew said.
"Lizzie is quite manly," Francis said. He patted over Francis's ass, appreciated his assets as usual. Matthew smiled back at him.
"That's for sure. I don't want to ever get on her bad side," Matthew said.
Francis clasped his arms about Matthew's neck. "That's easy to avoid. Just keep kissing me and she'll never get angry at you..."
"Making out in self-defense, that's a new one," Matthew murmured.
"My favorite kind," Francis said.
He loved the feel of Francis's bread rough against his face. Apparently women complained about this, but he never wanted Francis to shave, even if it meant he'd feel like he'd used sandpaper to exfoliate the next day. He would've lingered, but it was only a hurry the fuck up! cut short by what sounded like a punch that made him draw back.
"I guess we should get going," Matthew said, a bit sheepish. They started this almost drunken walk towards the rest of the crew. Francis's arm was still about his waist.
"It's exciting, though," Matthew said.
"Clubbing?" Francis asked. He pushed Matthew's hair out of his face and tucked it behind one ear.
"Yeah. I've never been out to one. Weird with Arthur being in charge, but he wouldn't stand for us going out like he used to. He stopped being such a delinquent when we came out here, though now Al says he's like a stuffy old man..." Matthew trailed off. "I'm probably boring you to death."
"No, mon chéri. I always appreciate hearing embarrassing things about Arthur," Francis said.
"Oh great, now you're turning me into a traitor," Matthew said.
Francis ran his fingers up Matthew's back. "You make a very sexy spy."
Matthew snorted. "Hardly. A failspy, maybe. Why are you guys have such bad blood anyways?"
"What? You don't know?" Francis asked.
"A little? It never made much sense for me," Matthew said.
"Well, he is English and I am French. Our cultures and families have hated each other for ages," Francis said.
"But, that doesn't explain why you hate him," Matthew said.
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