with glowing hearts [1/?]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 22:46:23 UTC
Anon doesn't understand the fuss either, and definitely would love to see some more France/Canada! Here you go op, hope this is something like you wanted.
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Francis never sees it coming.
He is fighting his way through Whistler Village one moment, and the next he has been pulled into arms with a hold strong enough to break him. Never one to deny a person in need, Francis relaxes into the position and smiles at the scene before him. The crowd is trembling, one unified roar lifting their voices high into the night air. And for a moment Francis can imagine the way it sweeps across the land - soaring over mountains and plains, settling down into the coastal regions; the name of their hero on every set of lips.
“We did it,” Matthew yells in his ear, and if possible his hold on Francis increases. He is laughing, understandably exuberant.
“Mathieu,” replies Francis, equally delighted, “this is not the first time you have won a gold medal.”
with glowing hearts [2/?]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 22:49:08 UTC
The majority of the time Francis spends tucked snug in Whistler. He enjoys it there, up among the mountains and his own victorious athletes. And so it is not until his sojourn into Vancouver-proper a week later that Francis sees Matthew again
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Re: with glowing hearts [2/?]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 00:31:51 UTC
I'm not OP, but I saw the request and this is definitely better than what I thought it could have been.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I like how you're starting from the beginning of the Olympics. I also like how it's still entirely focused on France and Canada. :D :D :D
Love how jittery Matthew is. Love how Matthew was trying to reassure himself that it's okay I lost, even though, I invented the game but... (ah~ It's so Canadian me, anon.) :D :D
with glowing hearts [3/4]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 02:55:18 UTC
Francis is packing the last of his belongings when the knock sounds on the door. Having already received an extraordinarily illogical text message from Matthew, Francis isn’t surprised to see the other standing outside his room.
Matthew is positively giddy, and maybe a bit drunk.
“Victory beer,” explains Matthew when Francis asks, laughing and pulling them close together. “Or maybe two, I can’t really recall. They won,” he says suddenly, interrupting himself. “Crosby doesn’t know how he sunk the shot, but he sunk it and they won and oh god, oh god it feels so good …”
“I can tell,” Francis laughs when he feels a hand sliding down to grope his ass. Matthew’s eagerness makes Francis smile. “I’m surprised you can still stand,” he admits, tugging playfully at that lone curl tickling his cheek. “You’re been on a high all week.”
with glowing hearts [4/4]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 03:01:59 UTC
As expected, the sex is not the slow careful pace Francis associates with Matthew. Although he knows the other is trying to calm the jittery lurches, apologizing as he wraps himself around Francis, kissing wherever he can reach. It is Francis who makes that awkward stretch, anchoring himself on Matthew’s shoulders as he draws them together for a kiss. “Go on,” Francis says when they part for breath, “let’s see that golden touch, hm?” And barely have the words come out when Matthew let’s his last inhibitions go, giving a thrust forward
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Francis never sees it coming.
He is fighting his way through Whistler Village one moment, and the next he has been pulled into arms with a hold strong enough to break him. Never one to deny a person in need, Francis relaxes into the position and smiles at the scene before him. The crowd is trembling, one unified roar lifting their voices high into the night air. And for a moment Francis can imagine the way it sweeps across the land - soaring over mountains and plains, settling down into the coastal regions; the name of their hero on every set of lips.
“We did it,” Matthew yells in his ear, and if possible his hold on Francis increases. He is laughing, understandably exuberant.
“Mathieu,” replies Francis, equally delighted, “this is not the first time you have won a gold medal.”
“But this,” interjects Matthew, finally relaxing ( ... )
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reCaptcha: "minicams continue" Hahaha! I'll bet, if they're filming Francis and Matthew! XD
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I like how you're starting from the beginning of the Olympics. I also like how it's still entirely focused on France and Canada. :D :D :D
Love how jittery Matthew is. Love how Matthew was trying to reassure himself that it's okay I lost, even though, I invented the game but... (ah~ It's so Canadian me, anon.)
:D :D
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Matthew is positively giddy, and maybe a bit drunk.
“Victory beer,” explains Matthew when Francis asks, laughing and pulling them close together. “Or maybe two, I can’t really recall. They won,” he says suddenly, interrupting himself. “Crosby doesn’t know how he sunk the shot, but he sunk it and they won and oh god, oh god it feels so good …”
“I can tell,” Francis laughs when he feels a hand sliding down to grope his ass. Matthew’s eagerness makes Francis smile. “I’m surprised you can still stand,” he admits, tugging playfully at that lone curl tickling his cheek. “You’re been on a high all week.”
“Never want it to end. I- I’m awesome, eh ( ... )
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Thank you! 8D
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Recaptcha: excite those
Apparently recaptcha liked it too!
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