Trusting Francis

Chapter 1

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Matthew stared at the sleeping Frenchman beside him. It was 12 AM now or maybe it was 4 AM, either way Matthew had lost track. He listened to the soothing sound of Francis' steady breathing and even though it was dark, he could make out his beautiful features.

The room was silent - save for both men's breathing. Matthew could see Francis cuddling with Kumajiro, Matthew's large, stuffed polar bear. The Canadian smiled at the sight of his boyfriend's nose nuzzled into Kumajiro's head with his arms around the stuffed animal.

Francis was perfect. He was tall; six-foot-four, his hair was soft as silk and the most wonderful colour of blonde, his eyes were the shade of blue that wasn't dark nor were they cerulean; just that lovely ocean azure. His voice always had a velvety purr to it with his French accent and his body was lean and muscularly toned, sculpted in all the right places.

Matthew couldn't help but blush when his mind crept to the nights they would make love and the romantic atmosphere's Francis would almost always set out for them, the seductive words and tones he would use, the sweet things he would whisper into his ear. This man was just perfect.

Everyone has fault's though.

Matthew hated how he had such a hard time trusting Francis. He'd never revealed to his boyfriend of two years that he was always so skeptical of him. When the Frenchman would come from work, it was always late at night. He would go out and not come back for hours. He would brush the Canadian off when he asked where he'd been. Francis had women texting him so very often on his phone and he would always go into the other room to reply.

Why?

Matthew loved Francis with all his heart and soul, he wanted to be with him forever. But this secrecy that created a barrier between them was getting to the point of them not telling each other anything. He hated himself for not putting his faith and trust in his boyfriend but how could he when this problem was always hanging in the air?

The other thing was that Francis had a reputation for cheating on his partners. Or being with them until he was bored with them and leaving them for someone else. It killed Matthew to know this information but not know if this was what Francis was doing.

Is he bored with me? Does he just use me as he pleases? Is he cheating on someone else with me?

Is he cheating on me?

The question pierced Matthew's heart and he could feel it breaking. But he never said anything to his boyfriend about his worries. Not a thing. Because he was scared that the Frenchman would just brush him off or get mad and storm out for him assuming these ridiculous things.

But what if it is true?

The Canadian turned away from Francis and buried his face in his pillow, hugging the blanket tightly and he sobbed as quietly as he could possibly manage with all the hurt and remorse bottled up inside his heart.

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Author's Note: It's kinda short but this was a sort of intro to the story. Vote and comment if you want me to continue :3

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To be continued...