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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Wit Of The Staircase 109/?

[(Anonymous)]

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The theme of the next few parts is Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erywPdFfORE&ob=av2e

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"Hi, Welcome to—Francis!" Matthew said. He brightened quite a bit. "I didn't expect you so soon."

"I had to see this place you mentioned, of course," Francis said. "There was a chance you might be in some frilly outfit. Perhaps a maid's dress."

"Ha ha. You wish. I'm afraid I can't talk much. The manager is a slave driver." Matthew said in a conspiratorial undertone. He took a look to the side, and then said louder What will you be having today?

"I'm not sure. What do you have? What do you recommend?"

"I don't know, I just got here." The Manager glared at him. "I mean, uh, perhaps you would like to have one of our specials? We've got some great h-home brewed coffee and sweet treats..."

Matthew tried not to stare at the manager who was giving him the eye. "O-Or you'd like one of our other specials..."

Matthew fumbled, trying to remember the damn specials. At this rate, he'd have to tattoo them on his arms.

"Choose whatever you think I'd like," Francis said.

Matthew went back to pour out a Latte and muttered a curse.

"Don't burn yourself," Francis said.

"Too late," Matthew grumbled. "Um, I can't spend a lot of time with you until my break–"

"That's all right. I brought something to keep me busy." Francis pulled out the volume of Anais Nin's erotica.

"Is it good?" Matthew asked.

"I enjoy it," Francis said. "You might too, if I were the one reading it aloud...." He looked over Mattthew in a slow, sensual way. Even though Matthew was used to it now, he still blushed a bit. He knew that look meant that Francis was undressing him with his eyes, and considering that Francis already knew what he looked like naked, well...

"When's your next break?" Francis asked.

"It's a while yet. You sure you want to wait?"

"I don't mind. I spent plenty of time in Bistros at home like this," Francis said.

"Well, if you really don't mind..."

"Matthew! Get going!" The manager bellowed.

"I-I'm going, I'm going–" Matthew said. He gave Francis a wan smile and went back to brew some more coffee.

"Back to hell," Matthew said just loud enough for him to hear.

"Ah, but heaven awaits," Francis said.

Matthew bent down to get the next order and hide his blush.

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Matthieu came outside the back door, just as promised, the minute his break was on. He settled down on one of the crates the other workers usually used for a smoking break. Francis had subtly moved out to the back alley, which was their agreed meeting point as the men's bathroom was a one room affair instead of stalls. A shame to have it break their tradition, but then, Francis would be happy to make fucking in alleys a new tradition. They'd already done it once, after all.

"So, did my scheme get you in great trouble?" Francis said.

"You don't sound very sorry," Matthieu said.

"Did you think I would be?" Francis asked.

Matthieu sighed. "No....And no, they didn't. I'm not shitting you, I was gone for what, three days, and they didn't notice. At first I thought they were being passive aggressive or something, but, nope."

"Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps they didn't spend very much time outside of bed?" Francis said. He lifted his brows suggestively.

"I was trying not to think of that until you dredged it up. Shit, Francis, I was trying to avoid those mental images. I already have to turn on my mp3 player just to drown them out at night."

"Fighting?" Francis said, already knowing the answer.

"No, but it starts with a 'f'," Matthieu said.