Henri's lips turned up as he got his way. With his foot, he pushed the unfolded laundry away from them. He wanted Félix's undivided attention, not focusing on the laundry. he knew how he wanted to use his five minutes. Perhaps he could even distract him enough to extend that five minutes. His lips brushed against Félix's neck, pressing soft kisses up to his jaw.
He moved his hands to circle around his waist and pull him closer to Henri if that was even possible. Henri raise his head so they were at an even height. He knocked his nose against Félix gently. The gesture was a question. Could he kiss him? He wanted so badly to kiss him. It was the only thing that seemed to give him serenity in these times. The drugs, the drinking, it was all to chase something that he could never seem to grasp. But here, with Félix, it was only a step away. It was so close he could almost hold it. He just needed that extra step.
Henri had been so opposed to being here. Fought it every step of the way. But perhaps, with Félix there, he might want to stay. He didn't care about the coursework or conforming to rules. But here, in this room, with Félix, Henri felt at peace. For this, he would stay.
Still, he was distracted as can be, but it wasn't really Henri that was on his mind. That was subjected to change. The moment those lips brushed against his skin, his mind was cleared and he was brought to the present, to Henri. His face lit up as he was wrapped in Henri's arms. Félix couldn't help but laugh a little at the gesture. Once he took a breath, he stared into the prince's eyes.
They only have so much time left in the first place. And he does not want to go against his own word. But Henri and his kisses…the way he holds him in his arms…Even an extra second of it all is too tempting for him to pass on. Félix took his phone out to set a timer for ten minutes. Once it buzzes, that's it. He already is delaying their arrival to lunch and everything, but an extra five minutes shouldn't hurt anyone.
He showed the prince the timer then repeated, "Non-negotiable." After this, they are going. That's it. Félix pressed the start button. Setting the phone next to the pile of clothes, he turned his attention back to Henri. His heart was a standstill. The way the light shined in the prince's eyes made him sigh. All he was able to say was through a simple nod. In these next ten minutes all he wants is to have those arms squeezed around him while being kissed. Hopefully that is not too much to ask for.
Henri's fave lit up as he saw the timer. He was hoping for a couple extra minutes. He didn't expect to get double the time. He smiled at Félix, bright as can be. There was a small sparkle in his eyes. Nothing mattered outside of this room. It was only the two of them. And now he had ten minutes. He wasn't going to waste a second of it.
The second Félix nodded, Henri gripped the back of his neck and connected their lips. Henri was a little rougher than last time. Not enough to seem forceful or harsh, just a little more frantic. He slowly lowered himself down on the floor, pulling Félix to lay on top of him. Henri wrapped one arm around his waist and the other buried in his hair. He had a firm but gentle grip. Enough to make Henri's presence known but not enough to pull on any hairs. Perhaps it would have been more ideal and comfortable to lay on the bed but Henri hadn't thought of that until it was too late. They were on the floor and he had no intentions of letting Félix go.
Henri was almost like a golden retriever puppy in the way his mood kept shifting. He was moody when he didn't get his way and completely lit up when he did. Only in the safety of privacy. The moment they were in the company of the rest of the school, he would likely slip back into his closed off facade. He hoped it would deter anyone from talking to him. Henri didn't want to talk let alone be near anyone else than Félix.
Seeing the way Henri's eyes widened at the timer made him laugh. Félix wished they could spend the rest of the day laying together while staring into each other's eyes. If he could, he would have asked if they could in these last few minutes, but there is already something on their minds. He deepky exhaled for the anticipation was killing him. And besides, he is sure they will have more opportunities to be alone like this again.
He didn't even have enough time to catch his breath. One moment he is staring at those breathtaking blue eyes, and now he is on top of Henri while they both put those ten minutes to good use. In no shape or form was he complaining. As a matter of fact, Félix couldn't decide what he liked more; there was so much to consider from the way he could feel Henri slightly tugging his hair to his arm around his waist to the kissing…
Their lips connected like magnets. Static buzzed as they moved against each other. Goosebumps covered him. His thumb caressed Henri's cheek while his heart thumped against his chest. He worried if Henri was comfortable or not being the one laying on the floor. Honestly, Félix wouldn't mind being the one on the floor. No, he wouldn't mind at all.
Henri practically melted into Félix's palm as he cupped his cheek. He nipped gently at his bottom lip before kissing him again. His hand slid from Félix's waist down to grip his thigh and tug it up. He had ten minutes. There was a pot he could do in ten minutes. But as long as Félix was satisfied and wanting, he didn't care. As long as he still wanted Henri.
This was his happy place, Henri ultimately decided. As long as Félix was by his side he felt like he could conquer the world. This felt right, being pressed up against one another. Henrj felt like their bodies fit. They made for each other, at least for the time that they would have together.
With a swoop and a twist, Henri spun then around so that Félix was pressed to the floor and Henri settled between his legs. He had one hand against the back of his head to Félix wouldn't be resting back on the hard floor. He wasn't a cruel lover. He would make sure he was comfortable. Time was irrelevant to Henri. It could have been a few seconds or hours, he wouldn't have known. Until that blasted timer went off, interrupting them and a reminder that they did have places to be. Henri would rather shut away in the dorm but he supposed the food and drink were a necessity.
With a groan, he broke away and pressed his forehead against Félix's. He hesitated for a moment before sitting uo and pulling Félix up with him. He then proceeded to collapse back dramatically, glaring in the direction of the phone.
Everything was happening so quickly yet time was gradually going on. He wanted to remember every single detail. He doesn't even want to be out of Henri's touch. Having his hand on his thigh, it was thrilling. Their bodies were melted together. Just something about Henri made him feel like they are in their own world. Anything like a timer or having obligations doesn't matter at all.
Carefully, he did his best to move along without bumping into Henri or the floor. His heart nearly exploded from the excitment. Félix let his hand comb through Henri's hair over and over again. The motion was satisfying to him. It made him imagine what it would be like to lay together in bed with him brushing his fingers through his hair. But the alarm went off. He shivered in startlement; it made him wonder whether his heart was pounding from the kissing or from his phone going off. Either way, he pouted.
Félix remained sitting up while trying to catch his breath. Frankly, he didn't want to get up nor did he want to stop kissing. There were so many things he didn't want to do, but he knew that it'd be for the better if he got up. His eyes flickered down at Henri, observing the stare-off between him and the phone. He laughed while picking up his phone and turning the alarm off. It was difficult to not react to something so adorable to him. Leaning down, he kissed Henri on the forehead.
"Come on, Henri," He cooed while standing up. As he walked forward, he caught his reflection then paused. Félix sighed while combing through his hair. He tucked his shirt back in then tried to make his collar and tie look nice. Everything felt so warm. His heart kept fluttering.
Henri had a brief pause I'm his glaring as Félix kissed his head. A brief moment he turned his head and smiled. Then it was back to glaring at the stupid phone. He would much rather spend his time in his room kissing Félix than doing any of his other obligations. But he knew at some point their stomachs would protest or someone would come banging on the door and dragging them off to their classes. Classes that Henri had no intent to actually partake.
After taking a few calming breaths and getting himself under control with a discrete fix in his pants, he stood up. He shook hos head around, hoping it would settle his hair some. While he didn't particularly care what he looked like at the moment, sex hair was not the move. He didn't want to hear it from any of the other boys. Not because he was ashamed but because it was something he didn't want to deal with. He also wasn't particularly in the mood to get into a fight. At least not yet.
He made no attempt to fix the state of his clothes. If he tried, it would likely end up in a worse condition than it currently was. Instead he tucked his hands into his pockets and said he was ready to go. If his mother saw him like this she would throw a fit. Appreances are everything. You're brother understood this, why don't you? And even when she wasn't there he could hear her voice in his head. How annoying.
"So what is so important that we can't just stay here?" He finally spoke. There was almost a bit of attitude in his voice, as if this was Félix's fault. I'm a way, it was. Félix was making them leave and go do some things.
It came to a point where he just gave up. He looked half decent compared to earlier this morning. Will anyone notice? Hopefully not. His hair already gets messy on its own. There were some wrinkled in his clothes, but a lot of students have wrinkles in their shirts or jackets.
He tried to not let his gaze wander on Henri for too long. Biting the inside of his cheek, he lowered his head. His thoughts began to trickle back. He just made out with the crown prince of France, again. That cute boy who's fixing his hair is the crown prince and they kissed. He sighed while watching him smile. Does that make them something? Does Henri like him?
Even though he was still blushing, he rolled his eyes at Henri's question. Félix turned around then went to wrap his arms around Henri's waist. "Well, I have to go back to class in order to go to football practice later today," He replied. He relaxed the side if his head against the prince's chest. "And I promised the headmaster to take you to the dining hall. You don't really start class till tomorrow. He wanted to make sure you have enough time to settle in and so on."
Letting go, he walked over towards the door. His fingers wrapped around the handle. It clicked open as he pushed it open. "We can walk really slow on the way there." He would suggest they could hold hands, but he is pretty sure that there will be people walking about. If only they could do something like holding hands outside. Oh well, he tried not to think about it.
Henri scrunched up his nose like a bunny would in distaste. He didn't like the answer he received, and while he didn't mind leaving for food, he had no interest in anything else. He would rather laze around his room and do a whole lot of nothing. He scratched behind his ear, the frown deepening on his face the further he thought about it. He didn't want to be around other people. He didn't want to hear their whispered about poor Henri and his dead brother. He didn't want to see the sympathic looks they gave him even when they didn't know he was watching. He didn't want to deal with teachers pulling him aside saying they were there for whatever he needed. Hebri didn't want any of that. He just wanted to be left alone.
"Can I watch you practice later?" Henri liked to watch sports, football especially. He had attended many premier league games and cheered just as loudly when his preferred team won. It was one of the few enjoyments he found in life and even so much so after the death of his brother.
Making a split decision, he ran over before Félix opened the door, grabbed his waist, turned him and kissed him hard and brief. It was over almost as soon as it started. He just wanted one more before they left. One more to get them through the day. One more to satisfy him. He pulled away with a boyish grin on his face. "Lead the way," he said and stepped out with Félix.
Almost instantly, his manner changed as they left the comfort of their room. His smile fell and his face became neutral, nonchalant almost. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and his head hung low. Though try as he might, he would never remain inconspicuous. It was only a matter of time before he was recognized.
"Really? You would?" His eyes sparkled as they grew big. Félix couldn't believe it. "Uhhh yeah! Sure! Practice starts at 17:30 and goes till 18:45. It's at the little football field past the gym building." He lightly clapped his hands. This is just as exciting as when they let him join the team at the start of the academic term. The team has been doing really well too! Later, he will have to ask Henri if he can come watch their games too. Oh it would be amazing to have him on the sidelines watching and cheering for the team!
He gasped when being pulled in for a quick kiss. His body relaxed after suddenly tensing up. Félix moaned softly as Henri pulled away. Only when he saw that God-forsakened smile did his heart become light again. The grin left him frozen where he stood till he somehow walked out alongside Henri. Honestly, he doesn't know how he stepped out into the hallway. After all, he was pretty sure that his ankles turned into ice.
Closing the door behind him, he bit the inside of his cheek. He watched as Henri's hands slipped into his pockets. Seeing it made his heart sink a little. He already wishes it is the next time they can be together alone, but wishing for the future is wasting the present; his dad always said that. After letting go of the door knob, he gave Henri a light smile, "Let's go." Then began to walk down the hallway.
Henri had to adjust his pants one last time. Perhaps kissing Félix right before they left hadn't been the best idea. He needed to himself back under control. He didn't regret it but perhaps walking would be a little easier had he not. Félix was doing things to him he didn't expect. He hadn't felt this way for anyone. Everyone else had just been there and available. It didn't matter with them. But this mattered. This felt like the start of something real. Something Henri would like to explore given the opportunity.
As they passed someone in the hall, Henri withdrew himself more, hunching and almost curling in on himself. He let his hair fall in front of his face. It didn't matter. They still knew who he was. He could hear them whispering already. It probably wouldn't take long until the entire school was trying to get a look at him. He wanted to turn around and run back to his room. The only thing that kept him going forward was the fact Félix was still walking forward.
He pulled further into the wall, his shoulder almost brushing it as they walked. His eyes were trained on the ground, on his shoes. And on Félix's shoes. He didn't want the boy to stop walking and leave him there looking like a fool. he didn't need to add that on top of everything else that was going on.
All it took was one glance down to make Félix a flustered mess. His whole face was stained pink. In an attempt to make himself somewhat normal, he kept his eyes to the ground. His walking was more gradual than usual, but he thought the pacing would be good for Henri. He doesn't want to rush him then instantly be around a lot of people. Not that there's hundreds of students, but sometimes even three other people can be a lot. As someone passed by, he decided to lift his chin up, but he never really got a chance to see who it was.
Fighting the urge to not look back at the person, he continued his walk. He ignored the whispers, knowing that it's going to happen a lot for the next week or so. Headmaster Sauveterre held a special assembly yesterday explaining how the crown prince would be attending the academy and everyone should treat him like a normal peer. No matter what, Félix knew that people would still react. He did that's for sure and he probably will for different reasons.
The moment he stepped outside he took a deep breath. Feeling the crisp autumn air against his face was so relieving. In the distance, he saw his first-aid kit still sitting on the bench. Leaves flew around as the wind gently blew. Once Henri was out with him, he let the door close, then he continued on. He tried coming up with something to say, but nothing came to mind. Looking over at Henri, he noticed that his hair was in front of his eyes. Félix reached over to brush them to the side. He smiled then whispered, "Handsome, my Prince Charming." He liked the way Henri's eyes gleamed in the sunlight. Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he walked over to pick his kit then strolled along the path.
Henri's shoulders eased just slightly as they stepped outside. It didn't feel as crowded as the walls were caving in. There was a cool breeze of fresh air that filled his nose. He relaxed, just slightly. There was no one else in the courtyard thankfully but that didn't mean that someone might not walk out and see him. That was always a possibility. Being the crowned prince meant all eyes were on him always. He couldn't go anywhere without someone watching him.
Henri jumped as fingers touched his head. It had been the last thing he had been expecting. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed Félix raise his hand. He lifted his head, almost leaning into Félix's touch that was over much too soon. He swallowed noticeably at his words. This is where he felt most vulnerable, being out in public and around others. So much reminded him of Phillippe. He could almost see his brother standing tall and waving to the crowd. He could see him speaking to the public about his love and determination for him. Henri saw him in the crowd with a bullet hole in his head. Henri shuddered at the thought, the sight.
Henri followed Félix as he walked along the path. Had he been another person, he would have offered to take the kit from him, give Félix a smile and a kiss. But he wasn't someone else. He was a prince, the prince. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be the man he wanted to be. So much had happened and so much had changed in such a small amount of time. As the prince, certain things were excepted of him. This was one of them. So his hands remained in his pockets.
The kit lightly swung in his hand. Meanwhile he used the other to comb through his hair. It itched to be holding Henri's. It just felt empty while he let it stay at his side. Félix did not like the feeling, but he knew that there was nothing he can do about it. Not now at the least. Sometimes glancing over at Henri helped, sometimes it didn't.
In the distance he could see people walking about or relaxing about. Archambault students are very serious about getting times to have break and such. They have an hour and a half to have lunch. On top of that, they can go back to their dorms or be outside, just as long as they get back to class. Félix still isn't used to the culture here. His teammates all sit together then talk about sports, girls, and parties.
Félix thought about the teammates for a second. Weirdos. Imcredibly posh rich weirdos. He shook his head in thought then looked beside him. When he realized that Henri was following, he took a step back so they could walk together. His pacing gradually slowed down. "So…." He began softly, "What things are you into? Do you have any favorite movies or anything?" Félix grinned as he gazed at Henri. Sure there's lots of stuff on the internet about the crown prince, but he wants to hear it from him. Besides, talking might slow them down and it will be a bit longer till they reach the dining hall.
Henri shrugged his shoulders at the question, keeping his head down. His curly locks fell in front of his face once more as his head bowed. He didn't know what he was into. Not anymore. Not after Phillipe. There had been many things he had enjoyed, including being his brother's shadow. He liked doing what his brother did. He enjoyed riding horses with his brother. He enjoyed watching movies with his brother. he enjoyed cooking with his brother. it was all about his brother. And now Phillipe was dead and all Henri had done since then was drink and take questionable substances and get into fights. That was what had gotten him here in the first place, in this school, to hopefully straighten him out.
So instead of answering Félix's question, he remained silent. There wasn't an answer he could give him. There was nothing now that he was into. His brother was dead and his lost of interest in anything had died with him. He should just abdicate the throne and let one of his sisters rule in his stead. They would be better at this. They were older, more mature, more knowledgeable. They hadn't fallen apart at the death of their brother. They had risen up and gotten stronger. Henri had only gotten weaker.
But he needed to say something. He needed to say something so that Félix didn't pester him. He didn't want to talk about his interests because everything reminded him of Phillipe. So instead he said, "Just you." While it wasn't a lie, he hoped the answer itself would fluster Félix enough to distract him from the conversation at hand or steer it in another direction.
Félix stared at Henri, anticipating a response. The moment he watched the prince shrug, he too looked down at the ground. He wondered about Henri. He wondered what the prince liked or if he had any hobbies or even if he had a favorite midnight snack. Although he doesn't need to know everything or even anything, Félix just wanted to hear Henri's voice.
And he did. All it took was two words to make him swoon. Just you. A shiver went down his spine. He never expected anyone to give him such a response. His walking slowed down before coming to a swift hault. Félix could feel his face warming up against the cooler air. While softly laughing, he rubbed the back of his neck. He did this in order to buy time for himself since he didn't know what to say. Nothing really prepared him for this.
He continued walking. Somehow the moment he put one foot forward, he finally thought of something to say. "Come on…there's definitely more than just the boy you met and made out with." Félix swung the kit as he shook his head. Hearing some of the packing bump against the case was a small detail that he enjoyed. He liked it as much as he liked crushing leaves while walking and walking with Henri.
Henri felt a sigh of relief coming as Félix became flustered. It had worked. He was in the clear. He didn't need to speak any longer. His relief didn't last long. Because he asked him the question again. His body tensed and his shoulders tensed. He didn't want to answer that. But he didn't see Félix backing off until Henri gave him something. So he said something he had already mentioned.
"I like soccer." And that was all he said. He had been an avid fan before Phillipe's death. Now he could barely bother himself to put on the game. He would watch if he was in the room or if he flicked on the TV and it was the first thing that came on. But he didn't go out of his way to watch it. He didn't go to games and cheer for his team. He didn't try to bribe the referee (It was one time okay!).
Henri looked down at his shoes, watched as he stepped on the fallen leaves. A soft, sad noise, escaped his lips before he could contain it. He was sad and this conversation was only making him sadder. Then he felt guilty for feeling sad. He shouldn't make everything about his brother. Everything shouldn't make him sad and remind him of his dead brother. And yet it did and he felt so guilty for feeling that way.
Félix still moved at a gradual pace. He started to become less and less flustered as time went on. The edges of his ears were still pink. Every time he looked over at Henri, he softly sighed. Eventually his arm started to get tired from the constant swinging so he let it rest against his side. The kit occasionally bumped against the side of his leg.
Smiling at Henri's words, he nodded. "Nice, me too…I take it that it's your favorite sport then?" Probably is obvious, but he doesn't want to assume. Almost everyone's favorite sport is football. Without it, Félix wasn't sure what else he'd want to do. It's something he has done since he was four. He's played in little leagues and school teams. Then when he came to Archambault, he began to play for them. It's what helped his relationship with Gaspard since him and his brother rarely spoke till he was thirteen.
A sudden feeling overcame him. It's one of those where it just hits you out of nowhere and you can feel it in the air. Félix felt it right away; it prompted him to take a long look at Henri. His heart sunk at seeing the sunken expression. The idea to continue the conversation was gone. Instead, he immediately took ahold of Henri's hand as a way to give comfort, although he wondered if he should say something.
