((This is the first time I have done one of these, so if I have messed up or not done well enough, please say so! And it is building up to something better, I promise.))
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The first reason was dislocated fingers.
The wine glass had been knocked over rather quickly. England was about to tell France 'that is what you get for leaving it on the ground' but his mouth was rather occupied. With France's tongue. France was moaning, hands trying to unbutton England's shirt and England trying to stop him at the same time. Half of his mind reminded him where he was.
Certainly his trousers and pants had been discarded some time ago, but... oh, damn.
France had moved down and was sucking very painfully on the skin up the inside of his thigh. Grabbing France's hair, he tried to reposition his head when he lost his balance. Both of them tumbled into the wildflower patch. His hands instinctively were thrown forward to protect himself as he landed on the top of his palms.
“Nice going~” France laughed. With a groan, England thrust downward and filled the other Nation's mouth with his dick. Apparently France was not too upset as he kept his mouth around the head and let his tongue lick up and down the shaft, just as he had to know England liked it.
It was not until he had come screaming that he was aware of how his fingers were not working. France laughed at him again and England kicked him right in the place he had been pleasuring him.
The second reason was his sprained ankle.
“Fuck,” the word hissed out of him as he tried to rearrange his legs around France. This was not what he had intended to do on the business trip, but what did he expect from staying in the same hotel as the French Nation?
“That's what I'm trying to do,” France gasped, hands gripping England's hips hard enough that England assumed there would be bruises in the morning, wincing as England's knee nearly struck his eye. England was trying very hard not to crawl out of his skin, leaning over and biting France's neck. “Dieu!”
“He won't... help you now,” England gasped, France forcing him down on his member without much care for England's comfort. Then again, if he cared for England's comfort he would not have ambushed him in the damned bathroom! Somehow England found his left knee over France's shoulder as he gripped at the stall walls. Please let no one come in here, please... ah, fuck it.
“Still flexible, are we?” France pulled away from his collarbone long enough to smirk at him. England pulled up and let gravity take him down, left foot pressing hard against the wall behind France's head.
No one could say he did not know how to shut France up. Which did not work very well, because the noise that escaped France came out at the same time someone entered the bathroom. Both of them stopped, trying to keep their panting down, France's feet now up on the stall door.
“Really now?” Romano's voice bounced off the walls, the door shutting soon afterward. With that exit call they returned to their current activity.
It was not until they were doing a very bare clean up job and redressing that England fell forward on a weak ankle and pushed over the vase on the counter.
Why did these bathrooms even have vases and pictures? Who was looking?
The Reason Why England Should Really Just Say No 1/?
(Anonymous) 2010-05-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)-
The first reason was dislocated fingers.
The wine glass had been knocked over rather quickly. England was about to tell France 'that is what you get for leaving it on the ground' but his mouth was rather occupied. With France's tongue. France was moaning, hands trying to unbutton England's shirt and England trying to stop him at the same time. Half of his mind reminded him where he was.
Certainly his trousers and pants had been discarded some time ago, but... oh, damn.
France had moved down and was sucking very painfully on the skin up the inside of his thigh. Grabbing France's hair, he tried to reposition his head when he lost his balance. Both of them tumbled into the wildflower patch. His hands instinctively were thrown forward to protect himself as he landed on the top of his palms.
“Nice going~” France laughed. With a groan, England thrust downward and filled the other Nation's mouth with his dick. Apparently France was not too upset as he kept his mouth around the head and let his tongue lick up and down the shaft, just as he had to know England liked it.
It was not until he had come screaming that he was aware of how his fingers were not working. France laughed at him again and England kicked him right in the place he had been pleasuring him.
The second reason was his sprained ankle.
“Fuck,” the word hissed out of him as he tried to rearrange his legs around France. This was not what he had intended to do on the business trip, but what did he expect from staying in the same hotel as the French Nation?
“That's what I'm trying to do,” France gasped, hands gripping England's hips hard enough that England assumed there would be bruises in the morning, wincing as England's knee nearly struck his eye. England was trying very hard not to crawl out of his skin, leaning over and biting France's neck. “Dieu!”
“He won't... help you now,” England gasped, France forcing him down on his member without much care for England's comfort. Then again, if he cared for England's comfort he would not have ambushed him in the damned bathroom! Somehow England found his left knee over France's shoulder as he gripped at the stall walls. Please let no one come in here, please... ah, fuck it.
“Still flexible, are we?” France pulled away from his collarbone long enough to smirk at him. England pulled up and let gravity take him down, left foot pressing hard against the wall behind France's head.
No one could say he did not know how to shut France up. Which did not work very well, because the noise that escaped France came out at the same time someone entered the bathroom. Both of them stopped, trying to keep their panting down, France's feet now up on the stall door.
“Really now?” Romano's voice bounced off the walls, the door shutting soon afterward. With that exit call they returned to their current activity.
It was not until they were doing a very bare clean up job and redressing that England fell forward on a weak ankle and pushed over the vase on the counter.
Why did these bathrooms even have vases and pictures? Who was looking?