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Francis is finally able to make it to his apartment building, it was the middle of the evening when he arrived. He’s tired of a long day delivering heavy milk cartons and horrible small talk. Wanting to relax and drink coffee while reading his book, he walked in with his I.D. and entry request. Francis gave his documents to the guard to check in. The guard finally gave the go-ahead and Francis walked into the building.
It wasn’t very busy tonight. Most of the people were either at work, at home, or in their apartments sleeping off the early night. Francis went through the lobby and into the elevator as it opened for him. He stepped onto the lift and pressed the button for the top floor, sighing as the doors closed behind him. Francis feels the elevator lift, he lets out a sigh of relief.
The elevator finally stops at the top floor and Francis steps out of the elevator and to his front door. He unlocks his front door with practice ease and opens the door. Francis walks through the door, stopping in his tracks once he sees Angus sitting on his couch.
There is a bottle of red wine and a deck of cards on Francis’ coffee table. “Ah, Francis. Welcome home, my dear friend,” Angus says cheerfully. Francis looks at Angus.
“What are you doing here? Did you lock yourself out again?” Francis asks with an unamused expression and shakes his head, he pulls off his hat before throwing it to the counter along with his keys.
“No, I did not lock myself out of my apartment… I just wanted to see if my friend was doing alright. And to see if we can have a night together to relax, I’m sure we both had a long week.” Angus smiles his big grin and gestures for Francis to sit on the couch with him.
Francis stares at Angus in disinterest but finally sighs in defeat at his friend’s genuine smile. “I can’t say no, can I?” Francis’ deadpan voice carries through the room. Angus chuckles and shakes his head.
“Not this time my good friend. C’mon, I don’t have much patience. Especially when I bought the good wine this time.” Francis can only sigh one last time before going to his kitchen to grab two wine glasses that were gifted to him by Angus.
Angus opens the wine with a wine opener and pours the red wine into both glasses. Francis picks up his and chugs the whole glass, Angus groans in disgust.
“Come on Francis, at least smell the wine or even taste it.” Francis can only give him a face before pouring another glass and sipping it.
Angus rolls his eyes and sips on his first glass before placing it back on the table and opening a pack of cards to begin shuffling.
“I was thinking about poker.” Angus starts, and Francis only hums in agreement. “But with a twist.” Angus brings back his signature grin as he moves his head to look at his friend’s reaction. Francis shrugged and nodded.
“Hmmm sure, what’s the twist?” Francis sits back on the couch and watches Angus professionally shuffle the deck of cards. Angus softly chuckles in a devious way, he makes a gesture in his head.
“Every time someone loses, we take a sip of our wine. And, the loser has to do what the winner tells them to do.” Angus lists out his terms, his grin growing larger at Francis’ distaste. But eventually, Francis nods at Angus.
“Fine, I accept your terms. But only if you don’t start making me do weird shit like last time. I lost good glassware from you getting piss drunk.” Francis grabs his wine glass and takes a gulp. Angus waves his hand in dismiss, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Hey, it's not my fault you don’t properly store your glasses. And that was your dare by the way.” Angus finishes shuffling the cards and begins to deal the cards.
They both play with diligence before Angus comes out as a victor of the poker match. Angus turns to Francis with a beaming smirk, Francis stares at him with an indifferent look.
“Well Mr. Milkman, I won that one, take a big ol’ sip of that wine. And once you’re done with your sip, I get to redeem my prize.” Angus rubs his hands together happily, before pulling out a carton of cigarettes and lighting one up. Angus takes a long puff before blowing it out.
Francis takes a shot of his wine before placing down his glass and stares at Angus, waiting for his demise from his friend. “Are you finished with your thinking?” Francis crosses his arms in annoyance and waits for his friend to be finished with his antics. Angus grins and nods his head.
“I do have an idea for your punishment… I want you to take off your bowtie. I’m sure you’re real tired of working all day.” Angus smiles innocently at Francis.
Francis stares at him with distrust and uncertainty, but he nods nonetheless and unties and pulls off his bow tie. Francis makes a gesture for Angus to continue his punishment.
“Don’t worry, that’s all. Like I said, I’m only here to have fun and for you to finally relax.” Angus passes his half smoked cigarette to Francis, who takes it and takes a long puff.
Angus shakes his head and begins to reshuffle the deck of cards. “Another round, my friend?”
Francis nods silently at his friend, grabbing the cards that were given to him. Then he crushes the finished bud of the cigarette into the ashtray.
Feeling warm, he unbuttons the top two buttons of his white dress shirt. His collar bones are shown, and his milky white skin is softly lighted. Angus chuckles and smiles at his friend.
“Oh? Going to give me a show Mr. Milkman?” Angus crosses his legs in excitement. Francis makes a face of disgust and self-consciousness as he shyly covers his chest.
“And I bet you’ll enjoy it…” Francis looks away from Angus, turning his gaze to cards in his hands. Angus can only laugh at his friend's reaction, he scoots closer to Francis.
A smirk is plastered onto his face, and Angus places a hand on Francis’ thigh. The hand is warm and heavy on the limb, bringing a slight comfort for the other man.
“And you know it Franny.” Angus’ thigh is now pressing against Francis’ own, his hand slowly rides up the limb. Francis can only take a few seconds of the motion before he pushes off Angus' hand.
“S-stop it! We- We can’t do that, and you know it….” Francis jumps up from the couch and throws his playing cards on the coffee table, the cards going everywhere.
His face and collarbones are completely burning red and his body is completely turned away from Angus.
Angus’ face drops and he gets up from the couch, he slowly approaches Francis. His hand reaches out for Francis to attempt to comfort his tense shoulders.. Francis slightly jumps at the contact and weakly rolls his shoulder making Angus’ hand slide off.
“Francis, hey… It’s just us two, no one else is here. You know that we can finally let loose, she’s not here. It’s just us, she’s not going to see you, us…”
Angus' voice is soothing to Francis, and Francis’ shoulder drops its tension. Allowing Angus to softly pull Francis into a hug from behind, Angus’ chin hooking onto Francis’ shoulder.
“Amore mio please, we’ve both been waiting for this for so long. We’ve held off on our desires for years but we finally have the freedom to do what we want. Just relax for me. I’ll make sure that by the morning you won’t even remember your own name, let alone hers.”Angus spoke quietly and smoothly into Francis’ ear.
Francis chokes out a sob, and turns around and buries his face into Angus’ shoulder. His hands grips into Angus’ dress jacket, trying to ground himself. Angus tightens his arms around Francis, one hand softly rubs his back.
Francis’ sobs calm down, and he pulls away. Angus softly cups Francis’ face, wipes the tears away gently. His eyes staring lovingly into Francis’, a small and warm smile is placed on Angus’ face. Francis’ tears slowed to a stop, the frown replaced with a small smile.
“Ahhh, there we go! That beautiful smile that I absolutely adore and love!” Angus’ grin grew, and Francis matched with Angus’ emotions. Francis softly nods and presses his face back into Angus’ neck.
“Hmmm. Do you promise?” Francis mumbles into Angus’ neck, making Angus hum. “Promise what amore mio?” Angus softly pulls Francis from his neck to look at his face. But Francis looks away nervously, his hands grip Angus’ jacket.
“Do you promise that you’ll make me forget about her?” Francis spoke in a low and soft tone, his eyes pleading to forget. Angus can only smile sadly, his hand moving up to place it on the back of Francis’ neck.
“Only for the night, but I promise. I’ll be here for you my love, please let me come in and we can both heal with each other. But you just need to let me in.” Angus places a heavy hand on Francis’ heart.
Francis begins to cry softly but he nods at Angus’ words, and places his forehead onto Angus’. “As long as you'll be here with me, in the morning…”
Angus’ smile slowly widens before he presses a kiss to Francis’ eyes. “Who do you take me for, amore mio? Of course, I’ll still be here.” Angus cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb over his cheekbones before his fingers slid down to his lips.
He gently caressed Francis’ bottom lip, locking their eyes together as Francis slowly parted his lips allowing Angus’ thumb to explore his mouth. He ran his finger along Francis’ teeth before pressing down on his tongue, forcing Francis' jaw to hang open.
Angus pulls his hand away from Francis’ mouth before ducking his head down to push their lips together in a bruising kiss. Francis’ hands slowly dragged up to his shoulders as he tugged him ever so closer, letting Angus’ hands trail down to his hips.
One of Francis’ hands wandered down Angus’ chest as he teased the buttons on his crisp dress shirt while his other hand began to comb through his hair, ruining his perfectly slicked-back style.
Angus’ hands slowly left Francis’ hips leaving a trail of heat under his palms as he placed one hand on his back, pulling them chest to chest. He let his other hand finish loosening his tie before finally slipping it off, keeping it clutched in his hands.
The two men pulled away, a string of spit hung between their lips as they panted heavily. Angus bowed his head down and left sloppy kisses along Francis’ porcelain neck leaving the younger man to pant and whine above him, scratching dully at his scalp.
Angus’ slender fingers trailed from around Francis’ back to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt leaving him exposed to the cool air of the apartment. He lifted his head and stared down at the smooth ivory skin with a toothy grin.
Angus hummed, squeezing the fabric in his hand before he gathered Francis’ wrists together, pressing a small kiss to his knuckles. He slowly wrapped his tie around his wrists, keeping the ends of it clutched tightly as he gently tugged the both of them to the couch.
Angus sat down before yanking at the fabric making Francis drop into his lap, the gasp that left his mouth was quickly swallowed up by Angus as he used his free hand to drag his head down into a kiss.
Francis pressed his tied hands against Angus’ chest and gently pushed himself back with a short wheeze. “Are we really gonna do this?” He asked, pressing their foreheads together while Angus laughed breathily.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Francis searched his eyes, they were full of nothing but honest, burning lust. That was the last push he needed before he placed his hands around the back of his neck and yanked Angus’ head up to meet his lips.
Sunlight gently peaked through the blinds, the warm sun rays lay on the two bodies lying on the bed. The gentle breeze flows through the open window, it caresses the men.
Francis is woken up gently by the sun finding his eyes, he softly sighs in contentment. He gently stretches his sore muscles and then settles back into Angus’ chest.
Francis caresses the warm skin of the other man and the coarse hair of his chest, scattered over. The smell of the previous activity is mixed in with Angus’ usual expensive cologne, and the smell is permanently engraved into Francis’ mind.
“Hmmm..? Francis, are you awake?” Francis perked up at the morning gruffness of Angus’ voice. His accent is really deep in the morning, and Francis thinks it’s really hot.
“Yes…” Francis’ voice is low, as he overworked it from last night. Angus softly chuckles at Francis, and he softly leaves a soft kiss on Francis’ forehead. “Can we stay in bed for the morning?” Angus buries his face into the older man’s hair.
Francis softly smiles and pets the older’s hair. “Hmm.. Yeah, that sounds nice.”