Even more RP
Smexy smexy boys.
The day was blazing hot sunshine, one of the warmest on record, and London was absolutely sweltering as Matthieu headed through Soho, his feet leading him in the direction of, of course, Remy and Dannys beautiful ultra-modern flat. Matthieu was in that perilous summer between sixth and seventh year, a strapping lad of sixteen now with a few more inches left to grow and a little more shaping still to be done, but otherwise in all regards, definately more a man than boy now.
He let himself into the building hallway with a key Remy had given him and headed to the lift, letting it slide smoothly upwards. As the door pinged open, Matthieu padded to the Parker-Cowan flat, opened the door - and stopped dead at the sight of his brother, and brother's lover almost completely naked, crushed together in the doorway to the lounge, fighting apparently for possession of each others mouths. And was Remy's hand...no. No, he didn't want to think about. He would just do an about turn and walk straight out.
"Um. I'll...I'll...well. Go? Uh. Shityeah. Hi. Bye."
That was an image he never, never wanted to see again.
The day was blazing hot sunshine, one of the warmest on record, and London was absolutely sweltering as Matthieu headed through Soho, his feet leading him in the direction of, of course, Remy and Dannys beautiful ultra-modern flat. Matthieu was in that perilous summer between sixth and seventh year, a strapping lad of sixteen now with a few more inches left to grow and a little more shaping still to be done, but otherwise in all regards, definately more a man than boy now.
He let himself into the building hallway with a key Remy had given him and headed to the lift, letting it slide smoothly upwards. As the door pinged open, Matthieu padded to the Parker-Cowan flat, opened the door - and stopped dead at the sight of his brother, and brother's lover almost completely naked, crushed together in the doorway to the lounge, fighting apparently for possession of each others mouths. And was Remy's hand...no. No, he didn't want to think about. He would just do an about turn and walk straight out.
"Um. I'll...I'll...well. Go? Uh. Shityeah. Hi. Bye."
That was an image he never, never wanted to see again.