decides to let the distributor arrange delivery of all the beer Francis ordered. This is to allow himself the rest of the afternoon to-
work and try to come to some solid decision. Up until the distributor called the night before, he was set on staying in Berlin and saving-
Francis' gift for him when he came back and wasn't so busy. It had been sitting in his attic for well on sixty years now; it could wait-
another week. How he came to be standing in the hotel lobby, trying to get his bearings after the last-minute plane ride, woudl take far-
too long to explain. It's so late now that he figures he'll just find somewhere to sleep for the night and check on the delivery in the-
morning.
Francis
is
on his way back downstairs from showing Henrique to his room, heading back to that bar. He's made a habit of checking around the lobby,-
simply because everyone is showing up at different times. Though considering how late it is now, he can't imagine anyone else being here.-
Oh wait. There's Ludwig. That's....a huge surprise really. He makes his way over...not really tripping on that rug there, no. "Heyyy. I-
didn't know you were the fashionably late type."
doesn't notice him trip only because he isn't looking that direction. Actually, he starts just a little, like Francis has caught him at-
something sneaky. He just neglects to give a reason for the late hour though. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? You have quite an event to host.
"
Francis
is
going to try to greet him properly with bise. "I'll sleep later. I was tryin' to stay up to make sure everyone was being...hosted."
Ludwig
is
a little taken aback by this, still not adjusted to French customs. Though he can't remember ever seeing two *men* do this. "Being hosted-
... Franreich, have you already started in on the drinks this evening?"
leans against a little, for no reason at all aside from him feeling like it. "Only a little bit, like...I don't know how many. I don't know-
if I can host you well, though. Didn't even think you were coming so there's not a ro-...there's mine, though."
almost admits he wasn't going to, but doesn't want to start things off on a sour note. He shrugs. "That is not a problem. I can find-
another hotel easily enough. I'm sure you don't need an extra party occupying your room." That would be more of a burden, considering-
all the others present and the way he imagines Francis will probably want to spend his nights.
shakes his head. "You don't have to unless that's what you want to do. I have a suite so the room's big enough. I'm sure there's extra -
blankets around if that's really a problem." [/plurk ate my original reply e.e]
shrugs. Calling a cab and then trying to find an available hotel at this hour isn't exactly appealing, so... "For one night, at least. I-
Ludwig
will
find another hotel in the morning, then." If he even needs it tomorrow.
nods. He doesn't really mind sharing his room longer, but he doesn't feel like arguing it. And the fact he doesn't mind would be a bit -
odd to him if he even thought about it. "D'acc. It's upstairs. Want a drink first?"
shrugs his overnight bag higher on his shoulder. It was necessary, even for a one-night stay. "No. I had one on the plane." Try three or-
four.
Francis
has
probably had enough to drink by now anyway, so he just nods and grabs at his hand to lead him upstairs.
lets him lead the way, even if he has his doubts about Francis' sense of direction right about now.
may have gotten disoriented once or twice, but he eventually gets them to his suite, and the door unlocked, though that takes a few times.
waits patiently for Francis to get the door open. Whenever they get inside, he sets his bag down as out of the way as possible. "Thank you
."
turns the light on so he's less likely to trip all over the place. The room is neat for the most part, just a few things left on the bed -
from earlier, but he moves that off and sits on the edge. "Pas de problème."
sits down beside him but stiffly, hands lacing together between his knees. "Have things gone well so far."
?* )
nods. "They have, ouais. Everyone is having fun so far. You look tense."
"Ah, good. No, I am fine. A little tired."
"Oh. I guess it's abit late. You can sleep if you want."
a bit*]
shrugs. "I could. And you aren't?"
"I'm not really tired yet, but I can try je suppose."
gets up to undress. "No point if you are not tired. Just be careful if you go back out wandering."
kicks off his shoes, but stays sitting on the bed to watch Ludwig. "I might stay in here."
undresses down to his shorts and puts his clothes on top his bag. "You have an entire hotel to entertain." Not that he wants rid of him;-
Francis was just obviously on his way to doing something when Ludwig appeared and he doesn't want to distract him from his own celebrations.
shakes his head, regardless of whether Ludwig can see him or not. "Most everyone is sleeping right now. Jet lag is tiring, after all."
sits down on the bed again and runs his hands back through his hair. "Ja...it is. The airport itself is a tiring process."
hums in agreement, then moves behind Ludwig, sits on his knees, and grabs his shoulders massage them.
Ludwig
has
the opposite desired reaction to this and tenses up even more. "What are you doing?"
frowns slightly, then lets his hands run over his shoulders and the top of his forearms before dropping them. "Trying to help you relax."
"Oh. ...you can keep going."
places his hands back on his shoulders and starts again, from close to his neck and out.
tilts his head down and tries to relax enough to enjoy this.
moves down his back, starting from his spine and moving across the span of his back, alternating with using his knuckles and fingertips.
soon finds he doesn't have to try that hard to relax under Francis' ministrations. He groans a little when his fingers hit a knot.
tries to work out the knot and any others he comes upon before he finishes.
slumps over once he's done and rolls his shoulders, appreciating the lack of tension. "Thank you."
scoots over to the edge of the bed to start unbuttoning his shirt, a bit ready to be out of his day clothes. "De rien."
turns around and lays back on the bed. After those plane seats, the pillow feels incredible.
stands to finish undressing--down to his shorts too--and folds them up before returning to the bed, faceplanting the pillow before glancing
over at Ludwig.
yawns and rubs his face. "This is a nice suite."
nods into the pillow. "Ouais. Want me to hit the lights?"
shrugs. "If you aren't planning on staying up, you may as well."
turns the lamp on beside him, then gets up to turn the overhead light off. Upon returning, he slips beneath the covers.
won't mind as much if he steals the blankets tonight. It's much warmer here than his own home. And yes, a moment after this occurs to him,
he's successfully made uncomfortable by his own thoughts. Even after...after all that's happened between them. Which in turn makes him-
think of that kiss, and he has to look at the ceiling instead of Francis. "So what do you and Alfred have planned for tomorrow?"
pulls the blankets up to his shoulders, then rolls on his side to face Ludwig. For at least while he's talking to him. "Mm, well, not -
everyone has arrived yet, so not anything big. Probably just make use of the beach." After a moment, he scoots a little closer. So he can-
....hear him better, or something, if asked.
can't remember his last beach vacation, so this sounds...kind of nice. He glances over when Francis moves. "It was too dark when I got in,
or I would have gone out this evening."
scoots over farther, tugging his pillow along with him, until he's but centimetres away. "You can go with me tomorrow."
doesn't scoot back; he'd fall off the bed if he did. But Francis does get a frown. "I will make it out there at some point, I'm sure. No-
need for you to wait on me."
slides his arms under his pillow and faceplants it again for a long moment before turning his head to look at Ludwig again, and half-
mumbles into the pillow. "It wouldn't be waiting on you; it'd be fun."
shrugs, shifting a little. "That is entirely up to you. I came for y-...this is your celebration, I mean."
"You came for me?" He smiles a little, and starts to give Ludwig his personal back. "I want you to come with."
tries not to see the innuendo in that, but since he figures that's what Francis means anyway, he can't take that too seriously. "Well.-
I *am* here."
...actually didn't mean to imply any innuendo this time. He was still talking about the beach. "I'm glad."
really is tired and would like to sleep, but simply laying here talking to Francis is relaxing. ...and *why* is that? "Thank you for the-
invitation..."
Francis
is
quiet for a moment. "You don't have to find another hotel, you know. You could stay here. It'd be, um. More economical."
could, but how awkward would that make things between them? Francis would have to tell him ahead of time when to stay out of the room, and-
...and that actually bothers him. Stupidly. It isn't his business what Francis does in his free time. "Is that another invitation?"
hasn't thought of that at all, because well...he just hasn't. And it's easier to not think about it. "More of a request?"
Ludwig
is
actually surprised into looking at him. "It would be rude to turn down a request. So. In that case, yes, I will stay. Thank you."
half nods and returns the looking at. "Mhm. There's an extra key on the desk over there."
nods and goes back to watching the ceiling.
can't think of anything else to say, so he shifts a bit and fluffs his pillow.
closes his eyes after a bit. "I suppose you are allowed to take all the blankets in your own bed this time."
takes this as a cue to roll over, turn the lamp off, and roll back. "I can share."
tucks his hand up under the pillow and turns partially onto his side. "You aren't so good at that."
tries to pull some of the blankets toward Ludwig. "I can try."
pulls him closer instead. "Not while you're sleeping, you can't."
Francis
is
glad for the lights being out, because he's certain his cheeks are burning. But he's more than happy scoot right up next to Ludwig. -
"I can just stay up all night then and make sure I don't." Which is a pointless statement, since that's not happening.
doesn't believe that for a second; he's already comfortable in bed with the lights out. But the fact that he would is sort of...whatever.-
"Not necessary. You do steal the blankets, but I do not mean it seriously."
scoots a little closer where he can drape his arm over Ludwig's back and press his face into his chest. "Then maybe I'll sleep instead."
reaches up and brushes Francis' hair back over his ear. "Do that. I have a feeling you will not be getting much after tonight."
lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles his chest. He probably actually will fall asleep here shortly. "You should too. I kept you up this-
whole time."
didn't actually plan on sleeping like this. He's used to rolling over and facing the wall when they're together, but it really isn't so-
bad. So he stays. "I will. I should have no trouble staying asleep tonight, I believe."
yawns. "Good. Sleep well." He's really comfortable like this, so there's no question in his mind that he won't, at least.
grunts shortly, rests his hand on Francis' hip, and works on getting to sleep.
falls asleep rather quickly, and manages to actually stay still for the most part and now roll off with the blankets.
gets to sleep shortly thereafter. Exhaustion has caught up with and will likely make it possible for him to sleep soundly through the
night. But his strict routine is guaranteed to have him waking up early as usual even without an alarm. When he does, he'll likely get out
of bed as carefully as possible, put coffee on if there is any, and move out onto the balcony to watch the sun rise fir once, instead of
simply feeling it warm his back while running towards home.
Francis
will
simply roll over and wrap up in all the blankets when this happens. All that will be seen of him above said blankets is a mess of blond on -
the pillow. It's not a secret that he's not a morning person, but he definitely isn't much of one today. The smell of coffee probably won't-
even rise him. Rather, he'll be lucky to wake up on his own by noon.
Ludwig
will
let
Ludwig
will
let him sleep that long, even attempting to be quiet while showering, dressing, and going down to find enough food for the both of
them. It's awhile before he comes back, but he's definately there by 11:30. Around one, he'll stet getting nervous. Around two, unable to
focus on anything but the pregame shows. God forbid Francis tries to sleep through that game with his roomate in earshot. But that's all
later. It's only nearing noon now.
doesn't move from his blanket cocoon at all during that time. It's closer to one when he finally detangles himself from the blankets and-
slides off the side of the bed. He's not really awake enough to notice Ludwig in the room. Or the wall he nearly walks into on the way-
to the bathroom to shower.
Ludwig
is
awake and actually sitting on the end of the bed, halfway through a beer. So he does notice Francis dancing with the wall and snorts.
manages to get to the bathroom with little incident aside from that and takes a long shower, which definitely helps in waking him up. -
After finishing and drying off and blow drying his hair, he steps out of the bathroom, with his towel around his waist. But rather than just
sitting somewhere, he lays down across the foot of the bed, using Ludwig as a pillow.
leans back slightly, frowning down at him. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Sleepy. Is there any coffee?"
uses Francis' middle as a beer coaster. "Ja, but you might want to make a new pot. That has been there since six this morning."
complains about that being cold, but doesn't move from under it. "I will in a minute. What time is it?"
glances at the television, where ESPN has the current time in the upper corner. "Almost one thirty."
closes his eyes briefly. "Do you still want to go to the beach?"
really doesn't think his wants should take any sort of precedent during this trip. "Do you?
"
nods. "I do, but it can wait if you'd rather not."
watches the recaps of other matches roll by on the screen for awhile. Then the beer lifts off Francis, settling on the mattress, and he-
smiles down at him a little. "Get dressed then."
stays laying for a moment and smiles back before rolling off of the bed and heading over to his suitcase to pull out sunscreen and -
swim trunks.
goes back to watching the television in the meantime. He actually brought shorts, but really isn't in any hurry to change into them and go-
parading around half-naked in public.
drops his towel and changes into his swim trunks, then goes to the bathroom to tie his hair back and apply sunscreen where he can easily-
reach.
finally gets up to change when Francis heads to the bathroom. When he's done, he pulls a t-shirt on as well and appears in the bathroom-
doorway. "Do you..." Intentionally look that incredible with your hair like that? "Er. Do you need help with that?"
leans forward against the counter to make sure he has the sunscreen rubbed in completely. He glances to Ludwig when he notices him. "Can-
you get my back?"
nods and takes the sunscreen. He accidentally ends up with way too much on his hands, but whatever doesn't go on Francis, he'll just-
wipe off on his own shoulders.
watches him through the mirror until he finishes, then turns and leans with his back against the counter. "Merci. I can get yours, just in-
case, if you want."
almost shrugs the offer off, but reconsiders at the memory of his last sunburn and pulls his shirt off again. This at least gives him-
something to do besides staring at Francis now that he's got his hair pulled back. "Yes, thank you."
takes the sunscreen and squirts some in his hand, then moves to stand behind him and thoroughly rub it in his back.
doesn't care for the way this stuff smells, but it's better than a sunburn. Since his shirt's off and he needs something to do besides-
staring at Francis in the mirror, he finishes covering his shoulders and chest.
makes sure that every inch of his back has sunscreen applied and rubbed in all the way, including his sides. When he finishes, he smacks his
ass, giving it a firm squeeze, then steps a bit away from him to pull extra towels from the nearby rack.
jumps and of course blushes, but the glare he shoots Francis in the mirror while pulling his shirt on is a little less hateful than usual.-
"Do you need me to carry anything?"
counters that glare with an easygoing smile, like he hadn't done anything at all. "Non. I have a bag the towels and sunscreen can go in."
nods and leaves the bathroom to pick his clothes up and fold them, planning on leaving them on the edge of the bed for when they come back.
gets a small cloth bag from his suitcase to put the towels and sunscreen in. Since the hotel is right on the beach, he doesn't see the point
in bringing more. "Ready?"
crosses his arms and nods. Yes, this will make him slightly self-conscious, but that little move is the only sign he'll show. "Ja. I was-
waiting on you. You are like a woman. Always taking too long to get ready."
clicks his tongue but refrains from doing any more than that. "Just because I care about my appearance.." After making sure he has his key,-
he heads for the door.
Ludwig
has
never lived with one or actually had to suffer through the twenty minutes to an hour wait, but he imagines Francis is about the same. Not-
that he's imagining living with Francis. That isn't...where that was going...god, that's actually sort of frightening. Nevermind teasing-
him for now, he'll just shut up and follow.
makes sure the door is locked and walks with Ludwig out of the hotel and onto the nearby beach. "Is here good or do you want a place that's-
a bit more isolated?"
shrugs. "If this is where you want to go, then this is fine."
would prefer a more isolated spot. "You have no opinion?"
really doesn't. "I have not been to a beach in years. One spot is just as good as the next."
leads him to a more isolated spot then, and sets the bag on a large rock. "I like this spot."
couldn't get the full effect when he arrived in the dark last night. Needless to say, he's been watching the water since they started-
walking. "The water is so blue..."
nods, his full attention on the water now. "It's lovely." Though he hasn't convinced himself to get in. If his hair gets wet...
isn't going to throw him in or anything. He doesn't really want to see Francis' hair wet either. Not yet anyway. He just walks close-
enough to stand about ankle-deep in the water.
stretches a moment before stepping into the water, about knee-deep even though the water's really cold.
watches the riptide pull sand right out from under his feet when the water rushes back out. "Do you vacation here often?"
looks out to where the ocean meets the horizon, feeling the water splash on his thighs before turning back to Ludwig. "Not often, actually.-
I usually go down to the Côte d'Azur."
comes farther out, stopping to bend and pick up a smooth, white little stone or something underwater and examine it. "Is the water clear-
there as well?"
watches him for a moment then looks back out at a boat in the distance. "Oui. Very blue, too. You should see it one day."
flicks the little piece of rock out towards where the water starts turning deep blue. "I rarely-" See: never. "-take vacations. This will-
do. It's beautiful."
"You should take vacations more often. Get out and travel." He moves out to where he's waist deep in the water. "Mm, it is."
"Too busy." He's done well enough appreciating the scenery so far, but now Francis is right in front of him framed by all of it, really-
picturesque. Seems like he has quite a habit of that. But anyway, he gets through the water up to where Francis is, arms encircling his-
middle. "Twice as much now."
leans against him, enjoying the feel of the familiar body against his own. "You're so sweet." It's actually not that often that someone-
Francis
says
that sort of thing to him, oddly enough. It's the opposite.
presses his lips to Francis' shoulder, muttering against him while watching the waves. "You should wear your hair like this more often."
Francis
feels
his cheeks burn a bit, and it's probably not because of the sun. "You like it? ...I will for you, then."
"I love it." No particular reason, only that he just wears it extremely well and really drives him crazy just with that. He lets go-
though, and moves out deeper.
really will wear his hair like this more often, then. He moves out a little deeper, trying to block the waves from splashing up to his face-
after hitting his chest.
goes under but resurfaces pretty quickly, swiping water out of his face. So much for getting used to it first.
stands there and watches him, making no effort to get anymore wet at the moment. He's already got goosebumps.
pushes his hair back out of his face. "...cold."
Francis
is
hugging his arms, now that the water can reach his forearms. "Ouais. It is." Only special people shiver in July.
sinks back down, just to his neck this time. "It isn't as bad once you get used to it, you know."
"I'm getting used to it. Slowly."
leans back, pulls his feet up off the bottom, and treads the water. "Are sharks common here?"
"I'm pretty sure they're around. Attacks aren't common though."
tries to float on his back. He can swim just fine but apparently lacks the natural balance to do this. "If I lose a limb, I am holding you
responsible."
walks forward a bit farther, still trying to avoid being splashed in the face. He reaches forward, aiming to place a hand under his back-
to assist with his floating problem. "Let's hope it's an arm or leg, hm? I can live with that" Totally joking here.
actually yelps and thrashes to the opposite side. He wasn't watching anything but the bright blue sky when Francis came up beside him; that
very well could have been a damn shark, for all he knew. But it wasn't. Apparently. "...oh."
can't help but laugh at Ludwig's reaction. It's not what he was intending to happen, but it was much more amusing. "Désolé."
wipes water out of his face again. "I can tell."
steps away a bit, just in case there's some sort of retaliation coming. "I didn't think you'd scream like a girl."
wasn't planning anything until he said *that*. "I do not scream like a *girl*."
Francis
is
backing away now, but doesn't have the foresight to shut his mouth. "Sounded like you did."
"You're one to talk about someone screaming like a girl."
"My screams are manly. And I don't flail."
lunges at him with "We'll see about that." It'll be a shame to get his hair wet, but he deserves it.
so doesn't shriek, flail, or latch onto Ludwig's shoulders as he's knocked back into the water. And he clearly doesn't fret over trying-
to fix his hair after getting to his feet again.
doesn't bother with his when he resurfaces, aside from pushing it of his forehead, leaving it sticking up some in the front. Like Beckham's
horrible fauxhawk. "Nice soprano."
doesn't pout right then either, as he tries to salvage his hair. "Shut it." And steps closer so he's nearly pressing against him while -
trying to fix Ludwig's hair into something a little less hideous.
lets him, since it's already wet and whatever he does is easily fixable by going under again. "Did I accidentally knee you in the dick?"
shakes his head. He wouldn't be standing right now if he did, whether being melodramatic or not. "There. Your hair looks better now."
"Sounded like I did. Oh, does it? Thank you for making it less offensive to all the other people here on the beach." Despite the sarcasm,-
he still leans and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"You were just hearing things. Et de rien." He grins a little, then returns the favour, though he aims for Ludwig'slips instead.
responds a beat later because he was in the middle of trying to say something about not seeing the cat it sounded like he heard. But he-
forgets about that pretty quickly.
drops his hands from Ludwig's hair to wrap around his neck and presses against him, trying to deepen the kiss.
lets him as his arms slip around Francis' waist, keeping him close. There's a brief moment where he worries that this part of the beach-
might not be so isolated, but it's *very* brief and gone just as soon as he refocuses.
drags his tongue over Ludwig's bottom lip. It tastes of sea salt, but he doesn't mind and goes to slip his tongue in Ludwig's mouth.
's tongue meets his without hesitation, teasing as his head tilts slightly to make this easier.
reaches up and runs his fingers through Ludwig's hair, massaging the other's tongue.
usually never thinks when something like this happens. Not kissing exactly, because they haven't done this that often. But in the middle of
this, with his hands rubbing small circles along Francis' lower back, it occurs to him that there's no way this could get tiring. Every-
time since the first, rare as it's been, is just as enjoyable.
continues kissing him, having no intention of stopping quite yet. But even then, he's not really doing anything to go past this.
does stop a moment or so later, content with that. Besides, it's too damn cold to do anything in the water anyway.
pants a little after the kiss ends and pecks his cheek, then sets his head on his shoulder for a moment.
isn't sure what to say to him now. It seems like anything at all would completely ruin the ambience. So he doesn't so anything, just holds
him a little tighter.
slides his arms from Ludwig's neck to beneath his arms to wrap around his upper back. He doesn't mind the lack of words and is rather -
content with just breathing against his neck.
's hands are moving in a direction near groping territory, but they keep going a little farther south to get a decent hold on the backs of-
his thighs to lift him up, France's legs around his waist, hopefully. If he doesn't thrash around and knock both of them over.
raises an eyebrow when he feels Ludwig's hands moving, but he reacts quickly enough that he doesn't cause any falling over, and locks his-
ankles around Ludwig's back. He settles his arms around Ludwig's neck again and sets his forehead on his.
isn't surprised that he has no problem supporting Francis' weight. He's too damn skinny to be heavy at all. But the obvious affection in-
all this is really making him...something. Not uncomfortable; maybe unsettled, nervous, something not quite negative. There isn't a thing-
negative about whatever it is that runs through him, warmer than the water around them, when he looks up at Francis. It's just so out of-
place. "Forgive me if I throw you. I needed decent bait."
runs a hand through Ludwig's hair. Even wet, it feels nice between his fingers. Just this whole thing...is really nice. It's odd, but not a-
bad thing. He keeps his eyes locked on similar blue, but nearly pouts upon hearing that. "I don't want to be eaten. You'd make a better-
meal than I would."
doesn't really care for the way his feet sink some when the riptide carries sand back out. It makes him fidget some. "Too much muscle to-
bite through."
"Na-uh. You'd just be more filling. It would better if it was you anyway, because it'd still be hungry after eating me anyway."
ignore the last 'anyway' e.e]
[would be* I can English.]
can't argue that, since Francis doesn't have much on him. He just shrugs and falls back in the water, since it doesn't feel like he'll be-
able to pry Francis off to throw him anyway.
holds on until he's submerged in the water and only then does he scramble to get to his feet, wipe his face off, and try to fix his hair. -
And meanwhile not notice a wave that not only splashes him right in the face, but nearly knocks him over.
ends up getting a mouthful of water from that wave thanks to laughing a little too soon after getting to his feet.
postpones on fixing his hair this next time in order to splash him for that.
doesn't even try dodging it. The waves will get him even if Francis doesn't. "Trying to fight dirty now?"
tends to do that on occasion. "You deserve it."
glances up and smirks. "And you deserve a hairbrush."
opens his mouth to report, but needs to take a moment to fix his hair now the best he can in the given circumstances.
retort*]
rolls his eyes and reaches out to pull Francis' hands back down. "It's fine."
allows his hands to be pulled away, but he still frowns and tries to look at his reflection in the water, even though it's impossible with-
the waves. "Are you sure?"
's brow arches. "Do I compliment you that often in the first place?" In other words, if it says it, he obviously means it.
finally looks up at him after a moment. "..Merci." He won't worry about fixing it then.
he not it )
nods and starts back up to towards the beach.
-to )
follows him back up. "Are you done with the water?"
shrugs. "No. But my ass is freezing and I have water in my ear, if you must know."
speeds up a little to latch on from behind . "I can help with one of those."
resists making some stupid barnacle joke and stops. "You are *not* sticking anything in my ear."
"Wasn't talking about your ear."
"....we *are* in public, you know."
"No one is around to watch us."
checks anyway. "Right now..."
isn't going to pressure him, on account that sand can be uncomfortable in certain places, so he just shrugs.
's really only worried about people walking up on them. He turns a little, getting an arm over Francis' shoulders. "I will make it up to-
you later."
leans against him and trails a hand down his chest. "I'm holding that to you, also."
looks down automatically, since Francis said 'also'. But he must mean what they were talking about the other day. "Several times-
, since it's your birthday."
Francis
is
more than content with that; he'd be a fool not to like birthday sex after all. A moment later he pulls away, but only to go get a towel -
to dry his face.
takes the opportunity to tilt his head sideways and shake it, trying to get the water out of his right ear before it can get way down in-
there and give him a horrible case of swimmer's ear.
dries his face and a bit of his hair too. By the time he's back at the hotel, his hair will be matted, tangled, and a complete bitch to -
comb out. But there's nothing he can do about that. When he finishes, he sets it on the rock rather than in the bag with the damp side up so
it can dry. "Do you want your towel?"
shakes his head and sits on a part of the rock not occupied by Francis' towel, choosing instead to drip dry. "Mn, not right now."
slicks his damp fringe back so it doesn't cling to his face and just stands there. How he forgot something to lay out on the sand so he can-
sit is beyond him. Oh well.
looks at him blankly then reaches out, grabs the back of his shorts and jerks him into his lap. "Sit. You're making me nervous."
falls back into his lap more than sits, but it barely takes a moment for him to get comfortable and lean back against him. "How so?"
"Just standing there. Not doing anything."
"I can do something if you'd prefer."
snorts. "I can only imagine."
squirms a little purposefully. "I like your imagination."
tugs at the back band if his shorts, pulling it all the way back them letting it snap back into place. "Oh? How much?"
tries running his hand up Ludwig's thigh beneath his shorts. "Why don't you figure it out?"
tenses up a little bit doesn't push him away. Instead he reaches around and slips his fingers under the waistband
this time, lips pressing to his shoulder. "You just stay like that and I'll work on it."
inches his hand up a bit farther but other than that he doesn't move, and looks down to watch his hand. "Mm, d'accord."
doubts he could ever be comfortable with sex in such a public place. But he can compromise at least, by shoving the front of Francis' shorts
down just enough to expose him and take him in a loose grip.
leans back against Ludwig's chest watch him. Doing so makes him unable to continue groping at his thigh how he was, but to make up for it -
by squirming to rub against his crotch.
doesn't mind that the groping has stopped. Francis has a fantastic ass to grind up against and he's entirely distracted at the moment-
anyway.
reaches back to tangle his fingers in his hair and tilts his head to nip at Ludwig's jaw.
can't help darting a glance up the shorline every so often. He's paranoid, but such paranoia is soon overidden by the enticing scene he can
watch right over Francis' shoulder.
doesn't have to try to make the view any more entertaining; Ludwig knows how to touch him to cause his body to respond, both physically-
doesn't have to try to make the view any more entertaining; Ludwig knows how to touch him to cause his body to respond, both physically-
and audibly, all on its own. (gdi plurk...)
alternates slow, languid strokes with quicker ones, wrist flicking at the end while he grinds slowly against his backside.
nudges against him and tugs on his hair as this continues and he becomes increasingly closer.
figures that since no one's come along so far, they'll be safe for another few minutes. He has to let go to do it, but he picks Francis up-
and switches their places, setting him on the rock and kneeling down between his legs, intending on sucking him off.
shifts on the rock when he's initially seated. Combing his fingers through blond, he looks down and watches.
takes Francis in his mouth slowly but tries to build right back up to the pace his hand kept, not wasting any time.
watches as long as he can, but as Ludwig continues and he gets closer, doubles over and nips the top of his ear.
hums, using his hand as well, tongue tracing the vein along the underside each time he pulls back.
doesn't last much longer, thanks to that talented mouth. When he comes, he pulls at Ludwig's hair, moaning loudly.
doesn't mind quite as much, since his hair's wet anyway. He keeps on for another few moments then pulls back. His hand's already down his-
shorts before he's even finished swallowing.
pants against him for those few moments. When he notices where Ludwig's hand is, he slips off the rock and tries to replace it with his-
own hand.
lets him but only after falling back into a more comfortable position on his backside.
moves into a position where it's easier to move his wrist and continues to stroke him, intending to return the favor in full.
leans all the way back, propping himself on his elbows. He'll just get back in the water and wash the sand off.
strokes him a little faster, then pulls his shorts down to add his mouth into his efforts.
tries not to thrust up into his mouth for about the first five seconds he's down there, but eventually gives in just a little.
can handle it, but just in case he drapes an arm over Ludwig's hips as he works his way down.
Ludwig
is
turned on enough by this that he isn't going to last long, a fact he's likely making very clear through his sounds and slight tugging on-
Francis' hair.
groans due to the hair pulling, sending vibrations onto the cock in his mouth before sucking harder.
's hips twitch up one last time. It surprises him, but that vibration's really all it takes to bring him over, leaving him shuddering as he
spills into Francis' mouth.
swallows and pulls back He sits back on his knees and looks down at Ludwig before looking out to the water briefly.
fixes his shorts immediately and doesn't think a thing about that being priority over getting the sand off his back and out of his hair.-
"...you're much better at that sober." Not that he was bad the first time. Just drunk. And that was only a tease.
flicks his nose with a hand that isn't sandy. "Why, thank you." And then he gets up to get back in the water. To rinse off, at the least.
jerks a little and frowns. But he stays laying there for a bit after Francis walks off. He'll get up and go back as well in a moment, once
it's easier to breathe.
doesn't go that far in--just enough to get the sand off. He doesn't really want his hair soaked again.
Ludwig
thinks
about shoving him in farther once he gets out there as well, but that seems cruel in light of what Francis just did for him. He keeps his-
hands to himself instead and works on getting sand out of his hair.
double checks to make sure all the sand's off of him, and then just moves out a little farther.