La nuit est allumé avec l'amour...
who. The Frenchman and the Spaniard.
when. That regretful night on June 10th.
where. A quiet little gay bar called Allumé.
what. Toni needs a hug right now, but Francis is willing to provide a little extra.
rating. Rated F for Francis.
( ...the night is lit with love. )
when. That regretful night on June 10th.
where. A quiet little gay bar called Allumé.
what. Toni needs a hug right now, but Francis is willing to provide a little extra.
rating. Rated F for Francis.
( ...the night is lit with love. )
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“What?” he laughed shortly and shook his head in disbelief. “Are you serious?” Francis quirked a brow in response. The unamused expression on his face showed just how serious he was. Antonio swallowed hard and looked away.
“I don’t know what you mean...”
“Fourteen.” Francis was actually counting? He looked at the startled look on Toni’s face and sighed. “Oh, come on, Tonio. You know exactly what I mean.” The hand on his shoulder slid down slowly to his neck, emphasizing his point with a soft squeeze.
“Eleven.” Antonio smiled lazily, obviously taking the countdown as a joke.
“Hah, lo siento,” he apologized, but didn’t sound nor look very sincere about it. “I really don’t.” Francis’ thin fingers rubbed into his neck just right and he slumped back down to the counter with a content sigh ( ... )
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Antonio practically launched himself at Francis and made a grab for the phone, hardly noticing that he had knocked his glass over in his haste. The bartender who was stuck toweling up the watery alcohol gave them both a dirty look but made no move to break up the struggle, most likely assuming they were engaged in some sort of foreplay. This was a gay bar, after all.
“¿¡Qué coño estás haciendo?!” Antonio cried out in panic. He practically fell out of his stool trying to gain enough leverage to reach the cell, his rum-heavy breath fanning out across Francis’s face ( ... )
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