It's football, not soccer. [Open]

Posts : 39 Join date : 2010-09-02

Lars walked around the back yard. With the pool and hot tub, it was way more luxurious than he was used to, just like many other parts of the house in fact. He didn’t need all those things to get around, though it was a nice change to have things like that. He made a mental note to try out to pool sometime soon. He wasn’t here for swimming right now. He had found a ball and was looking for a good spot to practice.

As he walked around, he noticed the garden was quite pretty. There were a lot of flowers growing everywhere. And even though Lars appreciated the sight, he missed a certain flower between the others. His garden at home may not have been as big as this one, but he had always made sure to grow some nice tulips with care. Though his favourite flower was nowhere to be seen in this garden.

Lars shrugged it off. It wasn’t that big of a deal. When he found a nice spot (where he wouldn’t break anything if he accidentally shot the ball the wrong way), he started to kick up the ball, catching it with his foot every time it came down again. He silently counted the number of times he did that without dropping the ball to the ground, trying to break his personal record.

Posts : 187 Join date : 2010-09-01 Age : 32

Francis loved the garden. He liked to walk around in there, any time. Too bad he hadn't really anyone, yet, to enjoy the view. He made a mental note to work on that. He had taken up some books and decided to enjoy his afternoon reading in the beautiful garden.

He looked for a nice spot to sit in the sun. The Frenchman wanted to manage to get somewhat of a tan, though it'd failed always. He heard some noises. Hmn? What was that? He wondered. A normal person would probably be thinking right away it would be two people having sex in the back yard. Though Francis wasn't really your normal, average person.

He was a voyeur, no denying in that. He then looked better. It was a man. Just one. He was apperently kicking a ball up in the air. He seemed like the sportive type. Dieu- strong, handsome tall sportive man. Francis had already found liking in his looks.

He looked handsome and dieu- Francis couldn't help to approach him. He sat down in the grass. On a nice spot where he could see the other much better. Even a bit of his nice firm butt. He didn't want to interupt him in his practise and opened the book. Glancing over at the man once again. Dieu- he looked more than just good. Francis had to force himself to not hug the man from behind and let his hands wander, to places. He had to force himself to focus back on his book.

Posts : 39 Join date : 2010-09-02

Lars noticed the other man from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t pay any attention to him and just focussed on what he was doing. As the ball fell to the ground, Lars cast a glance to the other. He had sat down a bit away from him, a book in his lap. Good, that meant he probably wouldn’t bother him.

He picked the ball up and started again, counting the times he managed to kick it up without dropping it. Though he felt eyes burning into his back. That man kept staring at him. It wasn’t as if he was doing something remotely interesting to watch. He was just practicing. Lars forced his attention back to the ball. He was nearing his personal record. Though before he reached it, he saw the other staring at him again, and lost his concentration, the ball falling onto the grass.

“Kut.” Lars cursed silently. He had come here to be away from everyone else in the house for a while, not to be shamelessly stared at. He picked up the ball and walked over to the man sitting on the grass. Being the tall man he is, he was towering out above the other, specially since the other wasn’t standing. “Something to see?”

Posts : 187 Join date : 2010-09-01 Age : 32

Francis glanced over to the Dutchman once in awhile. He then concentrated back on his reading when the other swore and dropped the ball. Suddenly his sun was gone. He blinked and looked up. He was scared, just a little, by the man. He looked rather pissed. He should be happy to have someone staring at him and take it as a compliment non?

He held up his arm so he could actually see the man's face, the sun was shining in his eyes. "Non, I was merely enjoying my view, mais if- achoo" He sneezed because of the sun shining in his eyes. He looked away from the man to avoid more sneezing.

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the corner of Lars’ lip twitched up almost unnoticeably when he saw the hint of nervousness in Francis’ eyes. Lars hadn’t even been glaring, his expression was mainly uninterested, and yet he had been able to make the guy somewhat uncomfortable. He was aware of it that he could be intimidating, and in cases like this it worked in his advantage.

He was pretty sure what the other meant with ‘enjoying his view’. Though Lars wasn’t one who enjoyed being stared at in that way by just anyone. Now, if the Frenchman in front of him was a cute woman, it would’ve been a completely different matter. He wouldn’t have minded in that case. Maybe even have shown off a bit more while he was practicing. It was flattering to know people enjoyed looking at him, but at this moment he wasn’t waiting for that, not by someone like the man in front of him at least. “Go enjoy your view somewhere else.” Lars told him.

Posts : 187 Join date : 2010-09-01 Age : 32

Francis sighed. Dieu- how rude. He should've been complimented by that and join him in the grass and then- but no. Nice body, but the inside, dieu- he had no manners at all. He closed book. Maybe he should teach him how to say thank you, in French. Hmn?

He stood up, facing the man now. "Else hmn? Where then~?" He asked him. Francis didn't give up yet. So he was a jerk? Who cares it was a good looking jerk who probably hadn't gotten laid in a while that is why he was grumpy. The Frenchman could change that, non?

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Lars watched the man as he closed his book and stood up. Lars still towered out above the other. For a moment he thought he was going to leave. Though this wasn’t the case. When the Frenchman asked him that question, he sounded like he was suggesting Lars should go with him so Francis could ‘enjoy the view’ better. Though Lars wasn’t having any of that.

“Far away from me, preferably.” Lars told him, making it clear he didn’t want to be bothered by the Frenchman. If he wanted to get Lars into his bed, he would be disappointed. He wasn’t opposed to sleeping with a male, and he wasn’t particularly picky with his lovers. Though when you started to piss him off, like this guy was doing right now, there wasn’t much of a chance that he would give in.

Posts : 187 Join date : 2010-09-01 Age : 32

Francis sighed. This guy was clearly not his type. So rude and lack of manners. The Frenchman prefered his bedpartners to be at least a bit nice and with some manners. "Fine, zen. Adieu~" He said as he blew a kiss, more out of habbit and turned around walking away from the other.

He would just go find someone else. Maybe Matthew? or Heracles? Well he would just find better company, than that bastard. How dare he to reject Francis?! He would regret it.

Posts : 39 Join date : 2010-09-02

Lars didn’t consider his request (or demand, rather) rude. He just stated his opinion, and if the other couldn’t take that, that was his problem. He considered it more rude to suggest sharing the same bed just minutes after meeting. So when the Frenchman left, acting pretty offended, Lars just shrugged.

Well, it was true that Lars wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. And being stared at like that hadn’t been taken well. Maybe he had been a little harsh on the other. Just a little. It wasn’t as if Lars never hit on someone he’d just met. Maybe he would go make it up to the Frenchman later. If he was in a better mood. But for now, he continued his soccer practice. He kicked the ball up again, trying to beat his personal record.

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