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Past-Part Fills Part 7
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I Think I Need A New Heart [26a/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 01:02 am (UTC)(link)Luckily he had been assigned the most personable teacher assistant possible. Mr. Jones was not only cheerful and genuinely interested in the children but also the possessor of keen mind.
Usually he brought an enthusiasm to the classroom which only enhanced the education Mr.von Bock provided. Usually Mr.von Bock found him quite an asset.
However lately Mr. Jones had been moody and, though still attentive to the students, he lacked his usual verve. Here Mr. von Bock deplored his lack of people skills. A more extroverted person might have made himself into a confidante but Mr. von Bock instead cautiously approached after Mr. Jones after class.
He cleared his throat awkwardly catching Mr. Jones’ attention. “How are you, Alfred?”
Alfred looked up from the papers he had been grading, with wide eyes.
“Fine,” he said slowly.
Mr. von Bock had never once asked how he was doing. In fact, if Alfred hadn’t known better he would have thought he was a robot (but he had performed a series of tests on his mentor and was now almost certain that he was not).
Mr. von Bock, though tempted to retreat at the polite response, tried again. “Eh, I’ve been noticing that you haven’t been quite yourself lately.”
Alfred startled and looked at Mr. von Bock as though he had grown a third eye (or a fifth if you counted the glasses). “I’ve had some stuff going on.”
“I thought so,” Mr. von Bock said, “perhaps…you should speak to someone about your problems? A friend, maybe?”
“Eduard,” Alfred said cautiously, “would you like to…”
“No! That is not what I meant!” Mr. von Bock said hurriedly. “You must have friends, surely.” He felt he had exhausted his social niceties for perhaps the month.
Alfred, used to Mr. von Bock’s flustered nature, wasn’t offended. “It’s not a bad idea, actually.”
He whipped out his phone and shot off a quick text message.
Mr. von Bock felt obliged to inquire. “Arthur,” said Alfred shortly.
Recalling Arthur as an Englishman who had a tendency to rant about the evils of modern technology, Mr. von Bock tactfully withdrew.
---
Arthur picked Alfred up at the school half-an-hour later. He didn’t ask any questions, just drove to his apartment while making banal chit-chat and complaining half-heartedly at the inconvenience.
Alfred said almost nothing in return which worried Arthur a great deal.
He offered to make tea when they arrived but Alfred refused. He also refused the offer of soda, food, television, or talking.
“Scrabble,” Arthur said desperately. “We could play scrabble.”
Alfred shook his head. It was so wrong to see him like this. He wasn’t pouting so it wasn’t like his usual sulks. It was darker somehow. Arthur wished he knew what to do to make him smile again.
“What do you want?” Arthur asked, quietly.
Alfred licked his lips and hesitated a moment before answering. “I want…I want a lot of things, Artie, but right now I’d settle for some booze and some really sad Beatles songs.”
Arthur chuckled, surprised. “We can do that. Most certainly, we can do that.
I Think I Need A New Heart [26b/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 01:04 am (UTC)(link)Hours later Matthew opened the door to find Arthur there, holding up a half-asleep Alfred.
“Delivery,” he said, smiling a little crookedly.
Matthew smiled crookedly back, tilting up his face for a kiss that weeks ago he couldn’t imagine being something he could accept rather than dream of.
It was a quick kiss though. Arthur wasn’t exactly into body-building and Alfred was certainly no lightweight. Matthew swooped in to help bolster the near unconscious form of his brother.
He wrinkled his nose, catching the smell wafting off Alfred. “What were you drinking?”
“Whiskey,” Arthur said. “The lad wasn’t looking to be cheered up so I figured it was a good enough choice.”
“He cry?” Matthew asked, aware that Alfred could be quite an emotional drunk.
“I didn’t,” Alfred said, waking up just a little. “Not even a bit.”
“Shh. You just go to sleep now, Al. You can defend your masculinity in the morning.”
They laid Alfred out on his bed, taking off his shoes and covering him as best they could with the blankets, before creeping out of the room.
“How is he?” Matthew looked worriedly at the door he had just exited.
Arthur sighed. “He did cry a little and worse, he left the bastard a few drunken messages when I was in the bathroom or the kitchen. He can be quite sneaky.”
Matthew frowned. “This is a big freaking mess.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Arthur.
He reached over to pull Matthew into a hug, tucking his chin on his shoulder, cursing the height difference. “But it’s our mess and we can handle it.”
He felt Matthew’s smile throughout his body.
---
The next morning Francis arrived at his studio at eleven. The reason for his early presence was not because of an appointment but because he couldn’t sleep.
Arthur who almost always got to the studio by ten gave him a wary look but didn’t comment. This was odd but Francis didn’t want to worry about Arthur's oddities; it would be a time consuming exercise.
“When are the Nortons going to be here?” Francis said consulting his appointment book. It was impressive that he had written the name down but he had still forgotten the time.
Arthur, who was far more meticulous, said “Three and Francis…”
“What?” said Francis suspiciously. Arthur was looking as though he had something to say, something not very nice.
“Nothing,” Arthur said hurriedly, “It’s just…” He lapsed into silence once more.
“I am not in the mood for your games my irritable Englishman. Out with it.”
Arthur bristled. “Fine, if you must know I was just worried that you would take what Alfred had said too seriously. He was completely soused last night and he has a tendency to ramble. He was quite regretful this morning so it would probably be best if you just ignored the messages.”
“Arthur,” Francis said slowly, “what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I…didn’t you get the messages? Good lord, the idiot must’ve misdialed,” he laughed, looking relieved. “Some poor soul is going to have some interesting voicemails.”
Francis held up his phone which he had just unearthed from the mess of photos on his desk. “That poor soul appears to be me.”
The screen proclaimed that he had 11 missed calls. He had left it there last night.
Arthur swallowed, looking panicked. “See here Francis, you should probably delete those. No harm, no foul right?”
Francis’ brows drew together. He looked at the phone. “These are from Alfred?”
“Yes,” Arthur said glumly. “He stole my phone and, well, he’d had quite a bit of whiskey. That bottle my brother got me for Christmas, you know.”
Francis looked uninterested and despite Arthur’s protests, called his voicemail and began to listen.
About seven minutes later he put the phone down and collapsed on the red couch, staring at the ceiling. Arthur watched his face but couldn’t quite interpret the expression.
“Francis?” he said cautiously.
“What?” Francis said, sounding annoyed at being distracted from his thoughts.
“What’d he say? I only heard some of it.”
Francis folded his lips together and thought about how to answer.
I want to lick up your spine… you could photograph me naked…oh you treat me badly but I love you madly…I want to go to the park and hold hands…I want…I want… Francis…I love you…
I know you don’t feel the same
I Think I Need A New Heart [26c/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)Arthur sputtered. “Of course we wouldn’t have! Don’t tell the moron was worried about that?”
Francis smiled. “Your disgust, while insulting, is perfectly mutual. And yes, he mentioned it. It is, I suppose understandable.”
“No, it isn’t,” said Arthur looking a little queasy. “That was never…that’s not what we were, Francis.”
“Yes, yes,” Francis said, waving a dismissive hand, “but it is not inconceivable. I always fall just the slightest bit in love with those I bed.”
Arthur looked alarmed. Francis noticed and said with a sly laugh, “Yes, even you. Though I don’t think I ever been less in love with a lover.”
Arthur shook off his surprise and rallied. “I didn’t think you were even capable of loving,” he said snidely.
Francis didn’t take the bait. “I think I love too well. I have never been able to stop falling in love with each attractive person that comes into my life. Is it possible that I could have loved so many people?”
“It isn’t,” said Arthur dryly. “I think the word you’re looking for is infatuation.”
“Is that what I feel for Alfred then? Infatuation?”
Arthur felt as though something very solid had knocked the wind out of him. “Frog, are you admitting that you care about Alfred?”
“Why not? I just admitted that I cared about you in some small repulsive manner,” Francis said carelessly.
“Yeah but there’s several key differences. One, you hate me and you never hated Alfred to my knowledge. Two, you never slept with him. Turned him down when he offered, if I understand correctly.”
Francis frowned. “I did.”
“Why, by the way? I’ve never known you to turn down sex from someone who didn’t look like Quasimodo.”
“I don’t know,” Francis admitted. “I knew it would hurt him and I do not enjoy causing pain.”
Arthur sat down next to him. “It’s not like you to think about the feelings of other people. I thought you only did what would make you happy.”
“Making him unhappy would not make me happy.” Now why had he said that? It sounded cliché and more than a little romantic. He wished he could withdraw the words. He wished they weren’t true.
“Sounds like you’ve got it bad,” Arthur said with a low whistle. “Spoken by someone who knows how that feels, by the way.”
“You just want a neat little happy ending,” Francis accused. “You want us paired off and going on double dates in our dotage.”
“You are insane,” Arthur proclaimed, “if you think that you and Alfred getting together will be in any way neat. Also the prospect of a double date is exquisitely horrifying.”
Francis gave a little desperate chuckle. “Arthur, you fool, we’ve been going on them for years.”
Arthur looked taken aback. “I’ll be damned. You’re right. You’ll have to get with Alfred now. I’m a creature of habit and I’m certainly not changing my ways this late in life. You have to admit that you’ve missed our dinners.”
“If I…date Alfred, it won’t be because of those foolish dinners,” Francis said.
“No,” Arthur replied. “It will be because you love him.”
Francis hysterically laughed once more. “Oh god, Arthur. I think I just might. Can you imagine a more ill-suited couple?”
“Us,” Arthur said bracingly.
“True,” Francis said, seeming almost cheerful. “I suppose, now that I am resigned to my fate of loving a childish fool, I better go confess.”
He hopped up off the couch and rushed out the door.
Arthur, smiling, called to cancel the Norman’s appointment.
I Think I Need A New Heart [26d/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)He debated sitting in the hall until one of them returned but the carpet did not look particularly clean and besides, he had no way of knowing when they would be home.
He chose instead to go get the spare key from Feliciano. It meant at least half-an-hour’s worth of conversation and several cookies but it was worth it to be able to sit on a couch instead of the hallway.
He turned on the television, flipped through the channels, and eventually settled on a soap opera. He fell asleep within ten minutes.
This was how Alfred found him, arriving home several hours later.
It was not the first time Alfred had some across a sleeping Francis. Several times Francis had slept over in their dorm room and once or twice he had slept on the apartment’s couch when he didn’t want to go home for some reason or other. Alfred had wondered what it would be like to see that sleeping face every morning. Francis looked beautiful as he slept; not sexy or attractive but beautiful.
Alfred stared for a beat or two before turning away into the kitchen. No doubt Francis had come to see Matthew, unaware that Matthew had picked up an extra shift.
So he made lunch, just enough for one person, and did his best to pretend that Francis wasn’t there. He had always had a great talent for denial and he almost managed to convince himself. That was until Francis woke up and ruined everything.
Francis had always been one of those people who awoke slowly, gradually adjusting to his surroundings. He took the opportunity to watch Alfred in the kitchen. He was making some sort of pasta dish and Francis sleepily noted that he wasn’t reading a recipe or a pasta box. Maybe they could cook together sometime.
It was a surprisingly nice thought and Francis discovered he had no regrets for thinking it. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of his nap or perhaps it was having finally admitted that he actually liked Alfred, but it was easier than before to think such things. He felt no urge to hastily bury the thought.
He rose and padded into the kitchen. He leaned over Alfred shoulder to peer into the pot. “Smells delicious,” he said honestly.
Alfred jumped about a foot in the air and it was only through quickly moving that Francis avoided having his nose broken.
I Think I Need A New Heart [26e/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 01:12 am (UTC)(link)Alfred, recovering from his surprise, was not inclined to join in the laughter. “Why are you here?” he asked, turning back to his meal.
“I thought we might talk,” Francis said, leaning against the refrigerator.
“We already talked,” Alfred told him wearily. “Somehow I don’t want to go over all that again.”
“You wanted to talk last night,” Francis teased.
Alfred flushed. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” said Francis, suddenly serious. “Don’t be in the least bit sorry. Those calls changed my mind.”
“Changed your mind?” Alfred asked tightly.
Francis beamed. “I’ve decided to give this a relationship a chance. It may not be quite what either of us expected but I am willing to make sacrifices. I have discovered I rather like you Alfred F. Jones.”
Alfred stared, looking somewhat like a startled deer. For some reason Francis found the expression irresistibly adorable and moved in to kiss the slightly gaping mouth.
Alfred stopped him firmly, expression hardening. “Not happening.”
Francis recoiled. “Excuse me?”
“I said not happening!” Alfred said furiously. “You’ve got to be shitting me! You insulted me and yet you’re the one whose willing to give this relationship a chance. As though I’d be so desperate that I’d just swallow all your insults and fall at your feet anyways.”
“But you said…” Francis stumbled over his words.
“Yeah, I did,” Alfred snapped. “I said a lot of things. I meant them too. And you know what? I got rejected loud and clear. You can’t just decide to want me all of the sudden like none of that happened. I’d rather my heart not be played with. Get out, Francis. Just go.”
“But…”
“Go.”
Francis didn’t know what to do. He had no ground here; there was no traction in the unyielding lines of Alfred’s face. He was beautiful in his fury but not quite himself. Francis hated that he had robbed the joy from that face and it was him who had done so, there was little point in pretending he didn’t know that.
Yet, how could he go? If he left now, he had an awful suspicion that this would be it. This would be the end. He reached for Alfred’s shoulder, words crowding his tongue.
They were stopped by the look in Alfred’s eyes. They had softened but not to reveal tenderness. They were full of pain.
Francis turned and left without another word.
Muhaha, I bet some of you thought this chapter would end slightly differently.
Also to Reviewer!anon I love Avatar with a burning passion and the fact that you referenced it was enough to make me die of happiness. That the reference was a Zuko related one pretty much made my life. Thank you :D
Re: I Think I Need A New Heart [26e/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 03:49 am (UTC)(link)SOLDIER!ANON
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 06:58 am (UTC)(link)>surfs around the kink meme
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Re: I Think I Need A New Heart [26e/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 08:36 am (UTC)(link)Whooo, I kinda saw this happening...Alfred ain't a pushover. Gosh, now I'm wondering what Francis is gonna do.
Re: I Think I Need A New Heart [26e/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)Authoranon, I'm glad you wrote the scene that way, even though I am in absolute agony right now. At least he didn't act all desperate.
I want to lick up your spine… you could photograph me naked…oh you treat me badly but I love you madly…I want to go to the park and hold hands…I want…I want… Francis…I love you…
I know you don’t feel the same
I loved the bits of the phone call. Wow, that's just...OMG.
Re: I Think I Need A New Heart [26e/27]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)I think hooking up with Matthew has made Arthur less abrasive, at least where Alfred is concerned.
I'm glad I could bring a smile to your face! You're welcome.
I can't wait to see how this is going to turn out. I hope you can update soon!