[M] Making It Up [Lars + Francis]

Lars sighed as he stood in front of Francis’ room. Technically they hadn’t been introduced yet, but Lars had asked around a bit and found out the other’s name and room number. He had been pretty harsh to him in the garden earlier. The thing was, the Dutchman had been grumpy all day. No real reason. You just had those days sometimes. And the one moment he had been able to get some peace and quiet, the Frenchman had interrupted him.

But flirting wasn’t a crime, he did it often enough himself. And he would be lying if he said it hadn’t been good for his ego. So after finishing up his practice, he had taken a shower, got changed into something else and found himself at the Frenchman’s door.

Apologizing wasn’t something he did often, it hurt his pride. Though if they were going to be living in the same house for so long, it wouldn’t be convenient to make enemies this soon. He straightened his shirt out, making sure he looked presentable. Then he took a deep breath and knocked on Francis’ door.

Lars heard the other say that the door was open. So he pushed down the door handle and went inside. He saw Francis lying on the bed, face buried in that same book as before. So he actually had been planning to read, and not just be a voyeur. That Lars had been practicing on that spot at that moment had probably just been a ‘lucky coincidence’ for the guy or something.

He cleared his throat to get the other’s attention. “I came to apologize for my earlier behaviour.” Lars stated. Francis didn’t look like a particularly bad guy to him. Lars had just been irritated, and he hadn’t been able to handle the Frenchman’s flamboyant behaviour well. He wasn’t planning on making enemies in this house so soon, so he hoped things would work out with the guy. Besides, if he could manage to have a friend here already, he would have something to do at least. And Francis seemed like a person who he possibly could become friends with.

(( OoC: Fail post, sorry, brain isn’t working properly when I’m tired, but I promised you this post tonight. ; n; ))

Lars watched as Francis put down his book and got up to face him. The other accepted his apology, so what he had come here for had already been done. Good.

“Lars Hofstee.” He stated his name. “What about yours?” Yes, he knew the Frenchman’s name already. Well, his first name at least. But that didn’t mean he had to let him know that Lars had been asking around for him. Next thing you know he would start to overthink things again. And Lars had just come to the conclusion that Francis wasn’t that bad of a person when he wasn’t trying to get into Lars’ pants when he was pissed off.

Besides, Lars preferred to also know one’s last name when he was talking to them. Else it would feel like one of those nameless girls you had spend one night with when you were drunk and couldn’t remember the name of when you woke up next to them. And frankly, he didn’t want to see Francis as one of those girls.

Though he didn’t show it, Lars was pleased by the way Francis rolled the R in his name. During his time in America, he had come to dislike the way people pronounced his name. The way they said the R just seemed a little… weird.

When Francis got closer to him, his intentions were clearly written on his face. While any other person might take a step backwards, Lars just stayed where he was, refusing to be intimidated by the other’s directness. Even as the Frenchman spoke, he noticed the smoothness of his voice, his carefully picked words to seduce him.

Francis was lucky he was in a better mood than before, or a situation that was similar to the one before might have happened. Right now, Lars was a bit more open to… let’s say, suggestions. “What did you have in mind?” A smirk found it’s way onto his face. Even though he refused the man before, he didn’t have any problems with him at the moment. This could get interesting.

Lars’ smirk only grew bigger when the Frenchman came even closer and pressed himself against him. His hands found their way to Francis’ waist, his thumbs rubbing the man’s sides surprisingly gentle. Though there wouldn’t be a guarantee of how long he would still be gentle. To Lars, the other man didn’t seem like one who would have a problem with playing it rough. And even if he did have a problem with it, Lars would take a little revenge for earlier with pleasure. If the Frenchman was serious about this all, he wouldn’t get away unharmed. Though he would make sure that it was worth it.

Playing along, the Dutchman faked a doubtful look. “I’m not very familiar with the French culture. Maybe you could… refresh my mind?” The doubtful look had changed back into his earlier smirk as he said that last part, daring Francis to make a move.

Lars wasn’t surprised when Francis’ lips were pressed against his own. The other didn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush when it came to things like this. Lars returned the kiss, biting softly on the other’s bottom lip to ask for entrance. At the same time, he walked forward, thus forcing the other to walk backwards, since they were still holding on to each other. When the back of Francis’ legs met the bed, Lars lowered the other down on the soft mattress and pinned him down.

The Frenchman wasn’t the type Lars would usually go for. The Dutchman generally preferred lovers who were a bit more petite and cute. Though he couldn’t deny that Francis was quite skilled at what he was doing. He seemed pretty eager as well.

Francis smirked into the kiss and allowed Lars' tongue to enter. He could just reach the lock of the door and locked it when Lars started to force him towards the bed. Francis wasn't really used to being bottom, he topped most of the time. But he wouldn't say he didn't like it now. Francis layed down on the matrass, arms still wrapped around Lars' neck as he eagerly kissed him back. He let go off him and let his hands travel down to the edge of his shirt. He hestitately broke the kiss in attempt to take off Lars' shirt.

Lars slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth. He was slightly amused when he heard the lock slide in place. This guy really wasn’t taking any risk, did he? Well, maybe it was for the best. Lars didn’t know if these walls were sound proof. And the Dutchman didn’t really feel like being interrupted either.

He felt Francis’ hands at the hem of his shirt. The kiss was broken and Lars allowed the other to take off his shirt. When the piece of clothing was discarded Lars leaned back down, picking out a spot on the other’s neck. He started to suck at the skin. At the same time his own hands wandered beneath Francis’ shirt, hitching it upwards, so the fabric was bunched up at the Frenchman’s chest. Taking it off completely would still have to wait for a moment. First Lars focussed on making a decent mark.