BL Lemons and Fluff!

GerFra Lemon

Germany- Ludwig
France- Francis
WARNING: Another Lemon!

At the Office

Ludwig Bielschmidt was a tall, blonde German man with broad muscles and slicked back hair. He was very strict and organized, and liked to consider himself professional. It was his first day on the job, and he had just arrived to meet with his boss, Francis Bonnefoy. His job was nothing too serious; just checking articles for spelling and grammar errors.
He didn't know why the boss wanted to meet with him on his first day of work. He hadn't had enough time to make a mistake, and he was sure that he had gone through the job interview flawlessly. He opened the door to Mr. Bonnefoy's office. "Jou vanted to see me?"
"Oui, I did." Francis smiled up at Ludwig from his desk. "Please, sit."
He gestured to a chair beside his desk. Ludwig thought it was odd that the chair wasn't on the other side of the desk but he obeyed anyway, sitting beside his boss.
"I noticed on your resume," Francis said, smirking slightly. "That one of your previous occupations was as... A pole dancer, correct?"
'Schiesse!' Ludwig mentally facepalmed. 'I suppose zhat's vhat I get for letting Gilbert help me...'
"Ja..." Ludwig winced. No point in lying. "If jou vant to fire me I unders-"
Francis burst out laughing, cutting Ludwig off. "Not at all! As a matter of a fact, this makes me want to keep you even more."
Ludwig was surprised. 'I'm not getting fired?'
He jumped as a hand rested on his thigh, looking down at it, then up at it's owner. Francis grinned seductively. "I was actually wondering if you'd like a higher position in the company; and a raise."
Ludwig gulped. Francis was a very handsome man, and Ludwig did need the money. "Ah... As long as no one finds out..."
Francis chuckled and stood, locking the door. "Of course. Would you be willing to put on a show for me?"
Ludwig blushed. "I don't know..."
Francis pouted. "Oh, please? I won't tell."
Ludwig averted his eyes and nodded, making Francis cheer. He bit his lip and took off his suit jacket slowly, then tossed it aside. He shook his hips slowly and ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. His head was tilted up and to increase his sensuality, his gaze shifted to look down at Francis. His boss.
He moaned softly, just the thought of how kinky his actions were turning him on. He ran his hands down his chest, then to his hips, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his dress pants. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes locked on Francis'. The Frenchman was drooling slightly, his hands clenched and his pants tight. Ludwig loved the expression on the other man's face, knowing that he was the cause of it. He was reminded of the reason why he had danced in the first place. His secretly kinky side loved to see people react to his body; longed to watch the people watching him strip.
He unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, approaching Francis and sitting on his lap. He ground their hips together as he removed his shirt, moaning as Francis' hands moved to trace his muscles; up his arms, over his shoulders, then down his chest. Ludwig moaned as Francis rested a hand on his ass, his other hand cupping Ludwig's hard cock.
"So sexy. Who knew that professionals could be so lewd?" Francis whispered in Ludwig's ear then kissed his neck, careful not to leave a mark. "You're so dirty~"
Ludwig arched his back as Francis licked a nipple. Francis pulled away, his eyes meeting Ludwig's again. "Stand up so I can undress. Unless you want to stop?"
Ludwig stood and blushed, looking at his feet. "Please... Let's keep going, ja?"
Francis grinned and undressed quickly, then sat back down. "Then would you like to dance on my pole?"
Ludwig nodded and moved to hover himself over Francis.
"Wait! Don't you need preparation?" Francis asked worriedly. He didn't want to hurt the German.
Ludwig shook his head. "Nein. I like zhe pain."
He bit his lip and lowered himself onto Francis. When the Frenchman was fully inside Ludwig rested his forehead against Francis' shoulder. Francis frowned and furrowed his brows in worry. "Are you okay, mon amour?"
Ludwig nodded and started to rise and fall slowly around Francis' dick. He sped up when Francis gripped his hips, causing them to moan in unison. The pace quickened as Francis began to thrust upwards to meet Ludwig's motions.
"F-fick..." Ludwig moaned. Francis continued to angle himself in different directions, until suddenly Ludwig arched into him and gripped his shoulders tightly. Francis grinned and began to pound into Ludwig's prostate, causing the German to become a moaning mess. Francis pulled Ludwig against his chest, feeling his end draw near. "Merde..."
They saw a flash of white, both coming to their ends at the same time. Ludwig's eyes rolled back in his head and he let himself fall forward into his boss' chest. Francis moaned as he filled Ludwig up, his back arched and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Ludwig was about to get up and get dressed when Francis leaned up and kissed him. When they pulled away the German was dazed.
"You know," Francis grinned, whispering in Ludwig's ear. "I'm glad Gilbert recommended that I hire you."

Oui- Yes (French)
Schiesse- Shit (German)
Ja- Yes
Nein- No (German)
Mon amour- My love (French)
Fick- Fuck (German)
Merde- Shit (French)