“Did you get all the plates?” Peter asked cheerfully, hopping up onto the tiny stool that allowed him to reach the sink. For some reason, he was always insanely cheerful about and eager to do the dishes.
Morgan dumped the plates he was holding on the drainer, then moved aside for the others. “I think we got everything,” Arthur nodded, moving around to Peter’s other side and grabbing a drying up cloth.
Morgan stepped back and glanced in Francis’ direction, and found him already looking his way. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and Morgan excused them with a quick, “Well, looks like you guys can handle this,” and they left quickly before too many protests could be made.
He gave Francis a small smile when he turned from shutting the bedroom door behind him. “You’re aware of how much this will piss off a certain someone, right?” he asked, coming closer to the bed that Francis had perched himself on the edge of.
The smirk that graced Francis’ face was his own particular brand of smug. “There is nothing formal to worry about,” he said airily. “We’ve never been a couple. And besides, now…” Francis’ smirk became wider, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Don’t worry,” Morgan snorted, “I’m quite up to date on that particular saga.”
“All he can talk about, non?” Francis asked with a devious smile.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “You really wanna spend all night talking about Arthur?”
Francis’ look became predatory. “Goodness, no,” he grinned, an almost feral look, and pulled Morgan down by the front of his T-shirt.
And the Welshman couldn’t say he was dissatisfied with the offering. Francis hadn’t got his reputation for nothing, after all. The sex was hot and just the right kind of messy and all over the bed and Morgan was probably being pretty loud but Francis was matching him in that department. There was a lot of kissing (on the mouth and elsewhere), and Francis seemed to take inordinate delight in slipping his hands over the well-defined chest he uncovered under Morgan’s thin T-shirt (he knew those gym workouts had been good for something). Then there were no clothes at all and everything was a tangle of limbs and slight keening as Morgan slipped wet fingers into Francis, who bit his shoulder and growled something unintelligible into his ear. The Frenchman was challenging but giving, and he gasped very prettily when Morgan nipped his neck and thrust fast into him and just god.
The clock read only 10:32 when they finally lay quietly side-by-side, a soft orange glow from the streetlight outside seeping over the bedclothes from the open curtains. Morgan didn’t say anything; he was no stranger to these one-night encounters, but that had never made it any easier for him to find a subject to talk about, if one was needed.
Francis, though, seemed to sense this about him, and turned on his side to face him. “Would you shut the curtains?” he asked softly. “I’d quite like to sleep, if you don’t mind going to bed early. It was a long drive this morning.”
“Sure.” Morgan got up and pulled the thick curtains closed. When he came back to the bed, Francis seemed to already be asleep. He smiled to himself; of course, the drive from Paris took about five hours, and since he got here at noon Francis must have started at seven this morning. He contemplated going to another bed for the night, but then decided against it and lay down. It was warm and comfortable, sharing the bed with someone else for once. He slipped into sleep with a small smile gracing his lips.
Thanks, OP! :D (And yesssss he just had to be muscly ;))
(and nope, I have confounded you! XD To be honest the hint is so barely there I don't think anyone will pick it up...it's like one word I threw in there to amuse myself. Plus the pairing is so crack it doesn't even make sense XD)
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Re: A Casual Engagement, Part 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)Morgan dumped the plates he was holding on the drainer, then moved aside for the others. “I think we got everything,” Arthur nodded, moving around to Peter’s other side and grabbing a drying up cloth.
Morgan stepped back and glanced in Francis’ direction, and found him already looking his way. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and Morgan excused them with a quick, “Well, looks like you guys can handle this,” and they left quickly before too many protests could be made.
He gave Francis a small smile when he turned from shutting the bedroom door behind him. “You’re aware of how much this will piss off a certain someone, right?” he asked, coming closer to the bed that Francis had perched himself on the edge of.
The smirk that graced Francis’ face was his own particular brand of smug. “There is nothing formal to worry about,” he said airily. “We’ve never been a couple. And besides, now…” Francis’ smirk became wider, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Don’t worry,” Morgan snorted, “I’m quite up to date on that particular saga.”
“All he can talk about, non?” Francis asked with a devious smile.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “You really wanna spend all night talking about Arthur?”
Francis’ look became predatory. “Goodness, no,” he grinned, an almost feral look, and pulled Morgan down by the front of his T-shirt.
And the Welshman couldn’t say he was dissatisfied with the offering. Francis hadn’t got his reputation for nothing, after all. The sex was hot and just the right kind of messy and all over the bed and Morgan was probably being pretty loud but Francis was matching him in that department. There was a lot of kissing (on the mouth and elsewhere), and Francis seemed to take inordinate delight in slipping his hands over the well-defined chest he uncovered under Morgan’s thin T-shirt (he knew those gym workouts had been good for something). Then there were no clothes at all and everything was a tangle of limbs and slight keening as Morgan slipped wet fingers into Francis, who bit his shoulder and growled something unintelligible into his ear. The Frenchman was challenging but giving, and he gasped very prettily when Morgan nipped his neck and thrust fast into him and just god.
The clock read only 10:32 when they finally lay quietly side-by-side, a soft orange glow from the streetlight outside seeping over the bedclothes from the open curtains. Morgan didn’t say anything; he was no stranger to these one-night encounters, but that had never made it any easier for him to find a subject to talk about, if one was needed.
Francis, though, seemed to sense this about him, and turned on his side to face him. “Would you shut the curtains?” he asked softly. “I’d quite like to sleep, if you don’t mind going to bed early. It was a long drive this morning.”
“Sure.” Morgan got up and pulled the thick curtains closed. When he came back to the bed, Francis seemed to already be asleep. He smiled to himself; of course, the drive from Paris took about five hours, and since he got here at noon Francis must have started at seven this morning. He contemplated going to another bed for the night, but then decided against it and lay down. It was warm and comfortable, sharing the bed with someone else for once. He slipped into sleep with a small smile gracing his lips.
Part 2 to follow soon! :D
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)(and it's Ireland/Scotland right? Are they making the North a baby brother on the kitchen table? XD)
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)(and nope, I have confounded you! XD To be honest the hint is so barely there I don't think anyone will pick it up...it's like one word I threw in there to amuse myself. Plus the pairing is so crack it doesn't even make sense XD)
Re: A Casual Engagement, Part 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)I echo OP's sentiments.
Re: A Casual Engagement, Part 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)And gah, such a good pair! I like that you didn't get too into the sex early on. It's a very good way to start, imho.
Plus, Morgan is a great name for him!
And Erin and Alastair... epic fight. I loved the sibling rivalry you have going on in there.
Arthur's going to be so pissed~