cigarettes and chlorine [fruk]

Chapter 30

Pulling himself out of the water, the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. The water dripped down his water and it made everything colder thanks to the wind clashing against his skin. Francis Bonnefoy stood on his wet feet, his ears taking in all the loud cheering and chanting from the audience and the teams. A smile formed on his face when his coach patted him on his back after Katie congratulated him on his new time. They all went back cheering on the others after him. And Francis could already smell the winning. His legs felt like j-ello as he walked to the benches grabbing a towel. While drying himself his eyes scanned around the small yet somehow big arena, catching a pair of familiar green eyes. Francis heart swelled when the pair of eyes also had a smile with it. Though Francis still could not go to Arthur since they were still two rounds for the rest of Francis's team. Francis pulled off his cap making his hair fall out to his shoulder and he took a seat next to his team mates, who were talking about the scores so far and the new times. Maybe Francis kept on looking back at Arthur, he couldn't resist it but there was no shame in that. Arthur kept on looking back as well, making Francis smile every time. Soon Katie came squealing jumping on her toes about her new time, Francis stood up and gave her a small hug congratulating her. That was what Francis loved about this, the adrenaline, the excitement, the anxiety for this, the shaky legs and the water against his skin. He loved this. When Francis pulled away from Katie he saw his phone blinking, picking it up he saw a text message from Arthur. A small smile formed on his lips and he picked up his phone unlocking it to see the text saying to meet him behind the dressing rooms. Francis bit his lip to keep himself from smiling even more, he turned to Katie and asked her if it was alright to disappear for a moment she just nodded her head. Francis beamed happily with that skipping towards the dressing room. When he got the back of the dressing room he opened the exit door which led outside. Arthur already waiting for Francis smirked throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it when he saw Francis.

"Couldn't wait till the end?" Francis asked teasingly moving closer to Arthur and when they were close enough Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur, who shook his head humming as he wrapped his own arms around Francis's waist. Smirking when he clasped one of his hand on Francis's bum and Francis let out a small squeal.

"Why are these so tight?" Arthur asked his fingers tracing the patterns on the still wet textiles. Francis felt a chill run down his spine but just leaned closer to Arthur.

"So they won't slip off?" Francis answered quietly as he presses kisses on Arthur's face. Arthur hummed again.

"But they better slip off." Arthur grumbled his other hand running up and down Francis back. Francis snickered tilting his head to let Arthur gain access to his neck and pressed himself closer against Arthur. "And you were fucking awesome by the way." Arthur mumbled as he nibbled on Francis sensitive skin and giving it butterfly kisses. Francis smiled his hands running through Arthur's blonde messy hair that Arthur was planning on to cut and get an undercut which Francis was against. He loved the blonde messy hair of Arthur and loved to how it felt under his hands but he didn't really want to hold Arthur away from cutting it.

"Thank you." Francis mumbled enjoying the light kisses on his neck. "Before my round, they said if I break my own record and the record of both of the swim teams I will get a scholarship from the University of Bath." Francis then said slowly his fingers were rubbing Arthur's head in gentle manner while he was speaking. He could feel a smile crawling on his lips when Arthur had stopped kissing Francis's neck. Pulling away from the pale neck Arthur looked into Francis's eyes.

"Fucking Bath? London Bath?" Arthur asked not believing what he was hearing. All the scholarships Francis's got were from Paris, France, since he was already known to the universities there till now. Francis nodded his with a smile pulling Arthur closer again pressing the tip of their noses together.