cigarettes and chlorine [fruk]

Chapter 6

"I knew you were trying to kiss back out there."

"...What?"

"I have kissed a lot of girls and know when they want a kiss. Though I never kissed a boy."

Arthur had already gotten dressed into some of Francis clothes that he never wore and that are too small (even though they were the same height Francis did have a wider hips, chest and shoulders). Arthur took a warm shower before getting in clothes that did not belong to him. Now they were in Francis room, which Arthur found too clean and too comforting it almost felt like a girl's room in his opinion. Arthur had taken a seat on Francis bed while rubbing his hair dry. He stopped when Francis spoke, he could feel himself pale and then his ear flush red.

"I-I wasn't trying to kiss you." Arthur tried to deny the situation. Francis plopped himself on his bed next to Arthur crossed legged.

"But would you kiss me?" Francis asked in such an innocent tone that it felt like Francis was a kid. A little boy eager to get his own first kiss. Arthur looked away his cheeks beaming the color pink. He could almost hear his own heartbeat. Why was Francis being so- agh Arthur wasn't even sure anymore. "Do you like me?"

"No! I would never like-"

"a man whore?" Francis cut him off looking down on his lap before giving Arthur a small smile with a shrug. Arthur stared for a while but wasn't sure what to really say. He wasn't sure if Francis was actually hurt by his words or not. "It's alright," Francis laughed. "I'm not even into boys like that. I was just teasing." Francis beamed again. Arthur blushed.

"You're annoying." Arthur grumbled.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be teasing you. Lori told me that you liked boys. Is that true?" Francis asked looking interested. Arthur backed away a little. The way Francis spoke made him uneasy about telling Francis or actually replying. "It's alright I won't judge if you do, and I can't blame you there are some pretty boys out there." Francis let out a chuckle and had a dreamy look on his face.

Arthur snorted. "And you are saying you don't like boys like that."

"But girls are much more beautiful have you never seen a girl lips, boys don't have lips like that nor were they born with such soft skin." Francis let himself fall into the sheets, and Arthur couldn't help but stare and feel jealous.

"Yeah, not really my thing."

"Girls?"

"Never liked them that way."

"Hm." Francis sat up with a tilted head. "Are you really sure? How can you not?"

"I just don't okay? You're annoying." Now the two sat in silence on the bed not talking, Francis slowly dropped himself closer to Arthur.

"Could you kiss me then? If you like to." Arthur turned to Francis. Francis tried, just a little peck that would be enough to satisfy. He was just curious, always curious always his answer for being caught staring (or another answer would be 'Sorry I was caught in my thoughts')

"What?!" Arthur eyes turned wide, he did not see that coming.

"You heard me. I want my first kiss with a boy to be with a pretty boy."

Did he just call me pretty?

"And you're pretty." Francis and Arthur stared into each other's eyes, they were gazing. Am I dreaming? Arthur's heart was beating so fast that he was trying so hard to make it slow down. "And I know you wouldn't mind kissing me."