Midnight Buzz

4 Thinking of You

"I know there's no reason for you to be up right now, but you're all that's on my mind."

"There's the slightest, smallest chance that you could be up.. And that you're alone... And that you're reading these messages I'm sending you. Could you come over? Now, soon? Please?"

Arthur's hand stilled as he stroked his hair back. Eyes wide, he blinked a few times and held strands of his current dirty-blonde mess out of his sight.

He scrolled up through his chats with Francis, and saw the ones from the day before remained. He held down on the two messages sent and, to give an answer to his doubts, saw they were - as a matter of fact - real texts from him.

Arthur read over the messages and swallowed harshly, trying to think of what to reply with. Thumbs slowly giving into a few letters, his motions paused suddenly. What if those messages weren't for him?

The very thought made his stomach turn. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, tossing his phone down on his stomach and pushing his head back against his pillow. He covered his eyes with his hand and took a deep breath.

"Shit... Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to respond to that?"

His gruff voice came as a slight surprise to his own ears, but his mind was quickly being woken up through stressful thoughts. At first, receiving those messages was some God-sent sign to appeal to his undeniable desperation for Francis; but now, he was sure the texts were sent from hell directly.

He felt his phone buzz against his stomach, and put his palms flat against his forehead, staring up at his ceiling at a loss. A second vibration followed, making him anxious. In a fit haste of fear, he reached for his phone and held it in front of his eyes, chewing his lip roughly.

"Arthur? My phone shows you read my previous messages.. I still stand by my invitation."

"If you want to decline, then say so, I'd rather know than have nothing to figure off of. It's rude to leave a text unresponded to."

He used his name. Arthur felt a chill run down his spine. This was reality, Francis was actually responding and messaging him with full awareness and intent. He laid down stiff, typing a response out with speed that he was slightly ashamed of.

"I'm up, couldn't sleep. Do you need anything right now, Francis? This text is rather out of the blue."

A text was sent back to his only moments later, Francis must have had their chat opened while waiting. Arthur read eagerly.

"I know it is. I also know you probably think I'll forget these later, and that I'm drunk right now, but I'm not.

I'm sober and wide awake. I couldn't get myself to sleep, and I know trying to drink my way to it would only make me do things I regret.

I want you, Arthur. I mean it earnestly."

Arthur froze, reading over the messages a couple times to ensure that he wasn't hallucinating. The last line instantly made his face heat up immediately, fumbling with the keys as he tried to reply.

"How far do you live off campus?"

"Will you be coming over?"

Arthur stared at the text, long and hard, then staring at his dresser. He bit his lip, mentally planning out what to do. He knew he couldn't go see Francis in his pajamas, and he had a pair of jeans and a jacket of his easily on hand... He also needed an excuse to break into his favorite bottle of cologne, as well.

Well, if Francis was offering, he could have some fun with this.

"Maybe. If the terms seem agreeable, and if I don't feel tempted to just put my phone on silent and go back to sleep."

After the text was sent through, he wondered if Francis understood he was teasing. He had hoped the two knew each other well enough now to detect those differences.

"Are you certain putting your phone down will stop me? The next time you'd get on it, you would just be bombarded with voicemails and calls and photos from me. I don't quit easy, and you know."

Arthur found himself giving into a small, sensual smile at what Francis was insinuating. He was very, very glad the other knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"Photos? Care to send me a reference for what I expect to see?"

"Oh, I don't know.. What should I be expecting if I do send them? For all I know, you might just save them and share them around, leaving me high and dry.

And, if that happens, I'll just let you know right now that I won't be making your coffees when you come in anymore."

"Not even a sample?

Some further incentive to not disappoint would do a world of good for you, Francis, I'd make it worth your while.

And does it really seem like I'd share pictures around? I don't have anyone to share them to, and I have no desire to show anybody else what they're missing out on ;-)"

Arthur wasn't one for sending smiles when he texted, but this was probably one of the few situations where it would be deemed appropriate. Francis didn't respond right away, so he read over the previous messages, sitting up against his headboard and letting his mind wander. He would be lying if he said he wasn't getting aroused over where this conversation would be heading.

He practically felt his breath be ripped away from him when he got informed that Francis had sent a photo.

He scrolled down and clicked on the image in full, letting his eyes scan over the photo of Francis' mouth. Chin propped down and lips curved up, mouth opened wide and narrow. The freckles across his jaw and cheeks could be seen by the warm light of a turned-on lamp, also showing off bare shoulders and chest.

"These lips could be making their way all over your body. Across your neck, to your chest, slowly lingering down to the band of your pants.

I'd have no issue being on my knees for you. Holding your hips, looking up through messy hair to see you.

Moaning your name."

Arthur took a deep breath and sighed it out; the visual was more than welcomed and appreciated. Thinking it was one thing, but knowing the chance that it could actually happen is another. He started to smile as he typed.

"Where do you live, exactly?"

Francis sent a link through the default traveling app, holding directions to his apartment complex a couple miles away from campus.

"Third floor, room 147.

Was that all you needed to be convinced?"

"I didn't realize how far that was till now, I've became uncertain."

"What, do you want me to beg?

... I will, just not over text.

The least I ask is that you drive here, I'll settle everything else for you.

This could be all for you, if you make the minimal effort of showing up to see me."

"Begging is always welcomed, especially from that pretty mouth of yours, Francis."

"Are you coming or not?"

Arthur sat up, giving into a small huff of a laugh as he read that text in one of Francis' annoyed mumbles. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of his briefs and jeans, shucking off his sweatpants and fumbling a response.

"On my way. Should I get anything on the way there for us?"

He slipped on his jeans over his underwear and put on his sneakers, grabbing his untouched bottle of cologne and spraying it over himself. Arthur turned in front of his mirror and made sure his piercings didn't fall out of his ear as he laid down, messing with his hair and putting on his chained necklace.

"All I need is you, Arthur."

He grabbed the keys to his room and walked out the door, tucking his car keys in his pocket. He locked the door to his dorm and hurried down the staircase.

"I'll see you in a few. You don't have to wait up - unless you want to."