This is so old.... Arg!
Title: 240 bucks
Author: traumschwinge
Characters: France/Germany
Wordcount: 2540
Rating: M
Warnings: explicit blowjob
Summary: Policeman!Francis stops Ludwig for speeding. Since Ludwig is unwilling to pay the fee immediately, Francis proposes a different kind of payment.
Ludwig sighed as he heard the siren howl behind him. He slowed down his car enough for the police to overtake him.
He hadn't been that fast, had he? Okay, he was in a hurry. And he hadn't watched out for any speed limits. Maybe he had really been a little bit too fast. Damn French with their speed limits and tolls on every motorway.
The police car signalised him to follow. They went down the country road a little bit further until the police car suddenly turned into a road heading up to a forest car park.
Ludwig couldn't think of a reason why the police would want him to drive into a forest but they most likely already had his licence so running would only increase the fine. Grumbling under his breath he parked his car next to the squad car.
The officer had already gotten out of his car and strolled over to Ludwig's. Now he could think of at least one reason why he had been stopped.
"Führerschein und Fahrzeugpapiere, s'il te plaît, Monsieur Beilmschmidt," Francis said with an unnerving bright smile on his face.
Without a word, Ludwig handed his papers over.
"Ouch, what a sour look on your face," Francis went on. He acted like he was reading the papers and noting down Ludwig's name and address, but Ludwig was pretty sure Francis knew them by heart or at least his cellphone did.
"Just get done with it, Francis," Ludwig grumbled. "How much is it this time?"
Francis chuckled. "This time? Dear Ludwig, don't tell me you've been caught speeding at my place before?"
Shaking his head, Ludwig grumbled something indistinguishable.
"What was that? I didn't catch it," Francis smiled. Now, Ludwig was almost certain that he was toyed with and that this was all great fun to the other.
"Once or twice," he finally said. Not quite the truth but close enough in this case. He produced his wallet out of the storing space next to him again. "So, how much is it? 100€? 200? You're worse than Roderich, you know?"
Francis shook his head. "Mon cher Ludwig, that really hurts. Worse than Roderich? I recall that you were complaining about him just the other week. I can't be worse than that." He looked down at the papers he was holding. "16km/h over the limit, let's see, that would be ... uhm ... ah, there ... yes, yes, 240€ please. Right now and in cash, I'm afraid."
Ludwig sighed. "You know you could just mail me the ticket," he said. Worth a try, he thought. "I don't have 240€ with me." He showed his half-full wallet to Francis.
"Mail you the ticket?" Francis laughed. "No can do, mon cher. You would show it to your lawyer and not pay at all. So you will have to drive with me to the nearest bank or..." And now, he paused to look around the empty car park. With a sheepish smile and a dangerous glisten in his eyes, he turned back to Ludwig. "Or you show me a bit of good will and I might forget about all of this." He raised his eyebrows to indicate something Ludwig rather chose to ignore.
"Pardon?" he said instead.
"Oh, come on, you know me, not even you could be that daft. What I mean is this: Instead of blowing the alcohol tester - I'm sure you don't have this with you and that would be an extra fine then - you could do me a blow job. Deal?"
Ludwig gulped. "Is that why you led me here?" he croaked.
Francis shrugged. "Maybe. Well, I didn't know it was you before you stopped but I thought it was quite a handsome man. So, how about it?"
In first reaction, Ludwig would have told him off. But then, he started thinking and bit back the words he had on the tip of his tongue. "Just this once?" he finally whispered. "And you won't tell anyone?"
"I won't tell. No one. I promise," France smiled. Ludwig wasn't sure whether he had given in to fast. If it had surprised Francis, then he was good at hiding this. "But for the just this once, well, that depends on how well you do today." Francis winked. "But I will ask you, don't worry. I'm not as bad as Gilbert says."
Ludwig thought about it for a second or two. I didn't sound too bad. And it wasn't like Francis was the first to ask him for anything like this, though he was the first one with an argument like this. He sighed. "Your car or mine?" He hoped to get over with this in some privacy.
Francis peered inside though the rear window. "Yours," he decided after just a second. And with this, he opened the door and flung himself on the backseat. "I'm waiting for you~"
Ludwig sighed. Of course Francis would pick his car, he should have known. He got up and walked the few steps to the still open back door. Reluctantly, he crawled on the backseat.
"Don't be so shy," Francis purred. "This won't hurt you."
"I know," Ludwig grumbled. "It's not like you're my first."
Francis raised an eyebrow but didn't ask when Ludwig shot him a warning glance and shook his head.
Ludwig undid Francis belt and trousers. He wanted to get over with this as fast as possible. Francis shouldn't think he was enjoying this for even one minute.
He stroke over his tights up to the groin and down again. Taking him into his mouth wasn't something he was really looking forward to so he wanted to get him hard before even licking.
It didn't seem like Francis was enjoying this much, though. Getting close to none reaction for what he did did start to unnerve Ludwig. When Francis sighed, he stopped and looked up.
"What?" Ludwig growled.
"I'm just not getting into the mood," Francis sighed.
"You're always in the mood."
"And you're always so serious. Even now," Francis complained. "I don't want you to look at me like you would look at a paper you don't like or at someone who's annoying you."
'Well, then stop pissing me off,' Ludwig would have liked to say. But he didn't. He bit his lip, sighed. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" He even managed a half smile after this.
"Kiss me," Francis purred. "We've known each other for so long and you've never kissed me." He opened his arms waiting.
"Why would I ... never mind," Ludwig sighed. He sat up and leaned forward, placing a short kiss on the other's lips.
Eager arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him both at place and close to the other. Instinctively, Ludwig tried to struggle at first but stopped when Francis' tongue sneaked its way into his mouth. He didn't like this situation at all but he started to enjoy the kisses. Francis was just as good as everyone said.
It took him a bit before he kissed back though. It bugged him a bit that Francis had a lot more experience than him and it took him a bit to forget this thought.
Francis on the other hand tried his best to make him forget everything. The way his tongue moved inside Ludwig's mouth, brushing over his teeth, licking his gum, sent shivers down Ludwig's spine. He panted as the hands on his shoulders started to move over his back, down and up again, but eventually reaching his butt.
Ludwig pushed away. His breath went so fast his head started spinning. "I ... you... don't..." he stammered. He didn't even know why he was all that flustered. He just didn't want Francis to touch him there. It felt like he wanted more than a blowjob that way.
"What?" Francis asked. "Don't tell me you're ticklish down there." He smiled so slyly Ludwig was sure he'd guess right what the other had been up to.
"I agreed to blow you," Ludwig grumbled. "Nothing else." He looked down between Francis legs. He wouldn't have needed to since he could feel him pressing against him. Ludwig gulped. The last time he'd done something like this had been a while - a long while - and Francis looked so big right now. He gulped again. His mouth felt dry.
He shuffled back again, leaning down to Francis abdomen and started kissing him there. He'd do almost anything to make Francis forget about his notion from before.
When he'd saved up enough saliva, he slowly went down a bit more. Carefully, he clasped his hand around the other's erection. He took a deep breath before he took his tip into his mouth. He'd thought it would taste a lot worse. But then again he couldn't really remember what it had been like the last time.
As he carefully licked over the tip, Francis moaned a little. Ludwig went on licking him there and pressing his tongue against the slit. Not before Francis started moving his hips, Ludwig slowly took him deeper into his mouth. He was careful not to take him in too deep. He wasn't relaxed at all and doubted Francis would like him having to stop because of that. For now, he sticked to sucking and licking which seemed to be good enough for Francis as well. It pleased him to make the other moan. And slowly he started taking a liking in this himself. If it hadn't been for this stupid reason, he'd really liked this. He felt his own erection grow while he licked over the underside of the other's dick.
He licked the shaft all the way up to the tip before he took him in his mouth again, wrapping his tongue around in the process. Francis put his hands on the back of his head and gently pushed him down. Ludwig resisted just a bit. He felt a lot more relaxed now. He could at least try... why did he even think about that? This hadn't been supposed to be fun to him. But his growing erection told him too well that he liked this.
Slowly, he took Francis' erection all the way into his mouth. He had to gulp a lot in order to do so and it felt not too well, but the way Francis moaned told him he was doing the right thing. He moved his head up and down, sometimes sucking harder for then loosening the pressure again. He felt him pulsating between his lips. Somehow, what he was doing turned Francis on a lot. He'd starting moving his hips, not only wriggling a bit but also somewhat thrusting into his mouth.
Ludwig tried to compensate the movements but the hands on his head prevented him from that. He choked a bit. Tears started to fill his eyes. He didn't know what to do. If he would bite Francis now, he'd most definitely make the other one angry. He didn't want to. So he tried to bear it a little bit longer. The worst thing was, Francis apparently liked him chocking on his rock hard erection.
Finally, he pulled away. He couldn't take it anymore. If they went on like this, he would puke, he was sure of that. Sitting up straight, he drew some deep breaths. it took him a bit to get that sick feeling in his throat to go away. He didn't dare to look at Francis. He was sure the other must be mad at him for the interruption.
So feeling him stroke his arm came as enough of a shock to make him jump a little. "Are you alright, Ludwig?" he whispered. It sounded really concerned.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," Ludwig grumbled. Why on earth had he believed for one second that this was a good idea? Now, he really just wanted to get this over with.
He leaned forward and went back to sucking Francis off. Now, though, he closed his hand around him and didn't let go anymore. He didn't trust him not to thrust too deep into his throat so he needed control. Slowly, he went on. He only licked the tip at first, kissing away the little drips already welling out of it. The feeling of Francis' hands brushing through his hair was something he rather ignored. It felt nicer than he liked right now.
After a while, he got more confident in what he was doing and started taking him in deeper in again. He had figured that Francis liked the feeling of him trying to swallow him, so he made the motions without really swallowing him any deeper. It did the trick, though.
He felt the other tremble between his fingers. When he was sure he was cumming, Ludwig pulled away. He wasn’t quite fast enough, so most of it got spilled on his chin and a bit his lips and into his mouth. Ludwig looked up at Francis. He looked almost cutelike that, panting and all flustered although Ludwig didn’t want to think of him like that.
As Ludwig wiped his chin, trying to clean the stickstuff off his face, Francis redid his pants. Ludwig didn’t watch him. He was just glad it was over. At least he told himself so. He reached fot the bottle of soda in the cupholder between the front seats. Glad to have something to flush the taste in his mouth with, he emptied half the bottle before handing it to Francis.
This time, he didn’t even shift when Francis sat up and hugged him.
“Was it that bad?” the Frenchmen whispered into his ear. Ludwig shook his head. He didn’t want to admit that he liked it but it hadn’t been bad.
“You just look so angry. Maybe even angrier than usual,” Francis pointed out. “Sorry that I forced you.”
Ludwig patted his hand. “You didn’t force me. I agreed to it, remember?” he sighed.
“So you liked it?” Ludwig could hear Francis smile.
“No!” Ludwig instantly yelled. “Okay, maybe a bit. But not enough to want to do this again anytime soon,” he added. Cuddling afterwards wasn’t bad at all. And he felt a lot better now. So Ludwig saw not much reason to be angrier at Francis than necessary. As Francis brushed though his hair and over his shoulders, Ludwig closed his eyes. It was nice being held once in a while.
“So…” Ludwig finally began. “Why did you want me to do this? Haven’t you got anyone else wanting to do that?” This had been on his mind for a while now. He’d always thought Francis considered him being boring and overly uptight.
Francis chuckled. “Don’t you believe that you’re worth the240 bucks?”
Ludwig just glared at him for that.
Francis sat up and loosened the hug. He looked Ludwig deep in the eyes. “You want me to tell you the truth?” he whispered. Ludwig nodded, unsure whether he really wanted to.
“Ludwig… I…” The sudden reluctance annoyed Ludwig.
“Tell me already!” he demanded.
“You won’t get mad?” Francis asked.
Ludwig shook his head. “I won’t, I promise.”
Francis nodded. “Alright. Okay. Well, I bet Gilbert I could make you blow me. Looks like he owes me.”
Author: traumschwinge
Characters: France/Germany
Wordcount: 2540
Rating: M
Warnings: explicit blowjob
Summary: Policeman!Francis stops Ludwig for speeding. Since Ludwig is unwilling to pay the fee immediately, Francis proposes a different kind of payment.
Ludwig sighed as he heard the siren howl behind him. He slowed down his car enough for the police to overtake him.
He hadn't been that fast, had he? Okay, he was in a hurry. And he hadn't watched out for any speed limits. Maybe he had really been a little bit too fast. Damn French with their speed limits and tolls on every motorway.
The police car signalised him to follow. They went down the country road a little bit further until the police car suddenly turned into a road heading up to a forest car park.
Ludwig couldn't think of a reason why the police would want him to drive into a forest but they most likely already had his licence so running would only increase the fine. Grumbling under his breath he parked his car next to the squad car.
The officer had already gotten out of his car and strolled over to Ludwig's. Now he could think of at least one reason why he had been stopped.
"Führerschein und Fahrzeugpapiere, s'il te plaît, Monsieur Beilmschmidt," Francis said with an unnerving bright smile on his face.
Without a word, Ludwig handed his papers over.
"Ouch, what a sour look on your face," Francis went on. He acted like he was reading the papers and noting down Ludwig's name and address, but Ludwig was pretty sure Francis knew them by heart or at least his cellphone did.
"Just get done with it, Francis," Ludwig grumbled. "How much is it this time?"
Francis chuckled. "This time? Dear Ludwig, don't tell me you've been caught speeding at my place before?"
Shaking his head, Ludwig grumbled something indistinguishable.
"What was that? I didn't catch it," Francis smiled. Now, Ludwig was almost certain that he was toyed with and that this was all great fun to the other.
"Once or twice," he finally said. Not quite the truth but close enough in this case. He produced his wallet out of the storing space next to him again. "So, how much is it? 100€? 200? You're worse than Roderich, you know?"
Francis shook his head. "Mon cher Ludwig, that really hurts. Worse than Roderich? I recall that you were complaining about him just the other week. I can't be worse than that." He looked down at the papers he was holding. "16km/h over the limit, let's see, that would be ... uhm ... ah, there ... yes, yes, 240€ please. Right now and in cash, I'm afraid."
Ludwig sighed. "You know you could just mail me the ticket," he said. Worth a try, he thought. "I don't have 240€ with me." He showed his half-full wallet to Francis.
"Mail you the ticket?" Francis laughed. "No can do, mon cher. You would show it to your lawyer and not pay at all. So you will have to drive with me to the nearest bank or..." And now, he paused to look around the empty car park. With a sheepish smile and a dangerous glisten in his eyes, he turned back to Ludwig. "Or you show me a bit of good will and I might forget about all of this." He raised his eyebrows to indicate something Ludwig rather chose to ignore.
"Pardon?" he said instead.
"Oh, come on, you know me, not even you could be that daft. What I mean is this: Instead of blowing the alcohol tester - I'm sure you don't have this with you and that would be an extra fine then - you could do me a blow job. Deal?"
Ludwig gulped. "Is that why you led me here?" he croaked.
Francis shrugged. "Maybe. Well, I didn't know it was you before you stopped but I thought it was quite a handsome man. So, how about it?"
In first reaction, Ludwig would have told him off. But then, he started thinking and bit back the words he had on the tip of his tongue. "Just this once?" he finally whispered. "And you won't tell anyone?"
"I won't tell. No one. I promise," France smiled. Ludwig wasn't sure whether he had given in to fast. If it had surprised Francis, then he was good at hiding this. "But for the just this once, well, that depends on how well you do today." Francis winked. "But I will ask you, don't worry. I'm not as bad as Gilbert says."
Ludwig thought about it for a second or two. I didn't sound too bad. And it wasn't like Francis was the first to ask him for anything like this, though he was the first one with an argument like this. He sighed. "Your car or mine?" He hoped to get over with this in some privacy.
Francis peered inside though the rear window. "Yours," he decided after just a second. And with this, he opened the door and flung himself on the backseat. "I'm waiting for you~"
Ludwig sighed. Of course Francis would pick his car, he should have known. He got up and walked the few steps to the still open back door. Reluctantly, he crawled on the backseat.
"Don't be so shy," Francis purred. "This won't hurt you."
"I know," Ludwig grumbled. "It's not like you're my first."
Francis raised an eyebrow but didn't ask when Ludwig shot him a warning glance and shook his head.
Ludwig undid Francis belt and trousers. He wanted to get over with this as fast as possible. Francis shouldn't think he was enjoying this for even one minute.
He stroke over his tights up to the groin and down again. Taking him into his mouth wasn't something he was really looking forward to so he wanted to get him hard before even licking.
It didn't seem like Francis was enjoying this much, though. Getting close to none reaction for what he did did start to unnerve Ludwig. When Francis sighed, he stopped and looked up.
"What?" Ludwig growled.
"I'm just not getting into the mood," Francis sighed.
"You're always in the mood."
"And you're always so serious. Even now," Francis complained. "I don't want you to look at me like you would look at a paper you don't like or at someone who's annoying you."
'Well, then stop pissing me off,' Ludwig would have liked to say. But he didn't. He bit his lip, sighed. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" He even managed a half smile after this.
"Kiss me," Francis purred. "We've known each other for so long and you've never kissed me." He opened his arms waiting.
"Why would I ... never mind," Ludwig sighed. He sat up and leaned forward, placing a short kiss on the other's lips.
Eager arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him both at place and close to the other. Instinctively, Ludwig tried to struggle at first but stopped when Francis' tongue sneaked its way into his mouth. He didn't like this situation at all but he started to enjoy the kisses. Francis was just as good as everyone said.
It took him a bit before he kissed back though. It bugged him a bit that Francis had a lot more experience than him and it took him a bit to forget this thought.
Francis on the other hand tried his best to make him forget everything. The way his tongue moved inside Ludwig's mouth, brushing over his teeth, licking his gum, sent shivers down Ludwig's spine. He panted as the hands on his shoulders started to move over his back, down and up again, but eventually reaching his butt.
Ludwig pushed away. His breath went so fast his head started spinning. "I ... you... don't..." he stammered. He didn't even know why he was all that flustered. He just didn't want Francis to touch him there. It felt like he wanted more than a blowjob that way.
"What?" Francis asked. "Don't tell me you're ticklish down there." He smiled so slyly Ludwig was sure he'd guess right what the other had been up to.
"I agreed to blow you," Ludwig grumbled. "Nothing else." He looked down between Francis legs. He wouldn't have needed to since he could feel him pressing against him. Ludwig gulped. The last time he'd done something like this had been a while - a long while - and Francis looked so big right now. He gulped again. His mouth felt dry.
He shuffled back again, leaning down to Francis abdomen and started kissing him there. He'd do almost anything to make Francis forget about his notion from before.
When he'd saved up enough saliva, he slowly went down a bit more. Carefully, he clasped his hand around the other's erection. He took a deep breath before he took his tip into his mouth. He'd thought it would taste a lot worse. But then again he couldn't really remember what it had been like the last time.
As he carefully licked over the tip, Francis moaned a little. Ludwig went on licking him there and pressing his tongue against the slit. Not before Francis started moving his hips, Ludwig slowly took him deeper into his mouth. He was careful not to take him in too deep. He wasn't relaxed at all and doubted Francis would like him having to stop because of that. For now, he sticked to sucking and licking which seemed to be good enough for Francis as well. It pleased him to make the other moan. And slowly he started taking a liking in this himself. If it hadn't been for this stupid reason, he'd really liked this. He felt his own erection grow while he licked over the underside of the other's dick.
He licked the shaft all the way up to the tip before he took him in his mouth again, wrapping his tongue around in the process. Francis put his hands on the back of his head and gently pushed him down. Ludwig resisted just a bit. He felt a lot more relaxed now. He could at least try... why did he even think about that? This hadn't been supposed to be fun to him. But his growing erection told him too well that he liked this.
Slowly, he took Francis' erection all the way into his mouth. He had to gulp a lot in order to do so and it felt not too well, but the way Francis moaned told him he was doing the right thing. He moved his head up and down, sometimes sucking harder for then loosening the pressure again. He felt him pulsating between his lips. Somehow, what he was doing turned Francis on a lot. He'd starting moving his hips, not only wriggling a bit but also somewhat thrusting into his mouth.
Ludwig tried to compensate the movements but the hands on his head prevented him from that. He choked a bit. Tears started to fill his eyes. He didn't know what to do. If he would bite Francis now, he'd most definitely make the other one angry. He didn't want to. So he tried to bear it a little bit longer. The worst thing was, Francis apparently liked him chocking on his rock hard erection.
Finally, he pulled away. He couldn't take it anymore. If they went on like this, he would puke, he was sure of that. Sitting up straight, he drew some deep breaths. it took him a bit to get that sick feeling in his throat to go away. He didn't dare to look at Francis. He was sure the other must be mad at him for the interruption.
So feeling him stroke his arm came as enough of a shock to make him jump a little. "Are you alright, Ludwig?" he whispered. It sounded really concerned.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," Ludwig grumbled. Why on earth had he believed for one second that this was a good idea? Now, he really just wanted to get this over with.
He leaned forward and went back to sucking Francis off. Now, though, he closed his hand around him and didn't let go anymore. He didn't trust him not to thrust too deep into his throat so he needed control. Slowly, he went on. He only licked the tip at first, kissing away the little drips already welling out of it. The feeling of Francis' hands brushing through his hair was something he rather ignored. It felt nicer than he liked right now.
After a while, he got more confident in what he was doing and started taking him in deeper in again. He had figured that Francis liked the feeling of him trying to swallow him, so he made the motions without really swallowing him any deeper. It did the trick, though.
He felt the other tremble between his fingers. When he was sure he was cumming, Ludwig pulled away. He wasn’t quite fast enough, so most of it got spilled on his chin and a bit his lips and into his mouth. Ludwig looked up at Francis. He looked almost cutelike that, panting and all flustered although Ludwig didn’t want to think of him like that.
As Ludwig wiped his chin, trying to clean the stickstuff off his face, Francis redid his pants. Ludwig didn’t watch him. He was just glad it was over. At least he told himself so. He reached fot the bottle of soda in the cupholder between the front seats. Glad to have something to flush the taste in his mouth with, he emptied half the bottle before handing it to Francis.
This time, he didn’t even shift when Francis sat up and hugged him.
“Was it that bad?” the Frenchmen whispered into his ear. Ludwig shook his head. He didn’t want to admit that he liked it but it hadn’t been bad.
“You just look so angry. Maybe even angrier than usual,” Francis pointed out. “Sorry that I forced you.”
Ludwig patted his hand. “You didn’t force me. I agreed to it, remember?” he sighed.
“So you liked it?” Ludwig could hear Francis smile.
“No!” Ludwig instantly yelled. “Okay, maybe a bit. But not enough to want to do this again anytime soon,” he added. Cuddling afterwards wasn’t bad at all. And he felt a lot better now. So Ludwig saw not much reason to be angrier at Francis than necessary. As Francis brushed though his hair and over his shoulders, Ludwig closed his eyes. It was nice being held once in a while.
“So…” Ludwig finally began. “Why did you want me to do this? Haven’t you got anyone else wanting to do that?” This had been on his mind for a while now. He’d always thought Francis considered him being boring and overly uptight.
Francis chuckled. “Don’t you believe that you’re worth the240 bucks?”
Ludwig just glared at him for that.
Francis sat up and loosened the hug. He looked Ludwig deep in the eyes. “You want me to tell you the truth?” he whispered. Ludwig nodded, unsure whether he really wanted to.
“Ludwig… I…” The sudden reluctance annoyed Ludwig.
“Tell me already!” he demanded.
“You won’t get mad?” Francis asked.
Ludwig shook his head. “I won’t, I promise.”
Francis nodded. “Alright. Okay. Well, I bet Gilbert I could make you blow me. Looks like he owes me.”