France x Canada: Photograph of Autumn

There was a Café that Francis Bonnefoy loved to go to. The food was delicious, the coffee sweet, and the environment had a traditional homey feel to it. However, the place itself wasn't exactly what made him go almost every day after his photography class. He looked around trying to spot the barista who would prepare his coffee. That boy was adorable, with his curly orange-blonde and his violet-blue eyes; he made Francis's heart pound and that was difficult for someone to get the Frenchman riled up.

"Oh, hello, Francis!" The boy greeted, "Will you be having the usual today?"

"Oui!" Francis smiled as he saw the boy prepare the coffee, "Comment allez-vous aujourd'hui Matthew?"

"Good, thank you and what about you?" Matthew asked. His smile beamed with delight.

"Very good, as well!" Francis smiled, he loved how he could talk to Matthew in French, "Just a little busy because of this project my teacher left me."

"What kind of project?" The Canadian asked, handing him a cup with his French vanilla drink.

"It's a still life." Francis then had a brilliant idea, "Matthew, would you mind helping un pauvre vieillard in completing the project?" Matthew blushed and shook his head.

"I can't, I am not a model Francis." He blushed.

"You're perfect! I have never seen anyone as beau as yourself!" Francis complemented making the Canadian blush.

"Alright… when and where?" Matthew agreed.

The Frenchman gave Matthew the address to his condo. His condo had a studio which he used, for photography and making clothing. His model would come two days after, they agreed. Yet, the wait was agonizing for Francis. He made everything perfect for the photograph. He promised Matthew he would give him a photograph afterwards, so he had to make it amazing.

Meanwhile, Matthew didn't know what to expect. He had always liked the Frenchman himself. He found him sexy, the way he would let his blonde locks bounce, as he walked into the café. The way his accent shaped the words he used for ordering his drink made Matthew's heart skip a beat. He looked through his closet trying to find the right clothing, he looked at his face, wondering if he should use glasses or not, if he should consider buying some man-dation or just stick with his natural skin.

Finally, the day came in which he had to go to Francis's house. Francis ran up and down his house trying to make everything perfect. Matthew tried to calm down, as his brother drove him there. The Frenchman saw when the car pulled up and immediately felt his heart start pounding. Matthew looked up to the house, and felt like he could never win Francis's house. He said goodbye to his brother and went to knock on his door. Francis opened it immediately, making Matthew jump slightly.

"Oh! Bonjour…" Francis greeted.

"Hi." Matthew mumbled.

Francis took a step aside letting Matthew go inside his home. Francis sighed, trying to calm himself, as the Canadian passed by him. His sweet maple scent lingering behind; the Frenchman closed the door, and intertwined his arm with Matthew's.

"I will show you to my workplace." Francis winked.

Matthew blushed, wondering how the Frenchman managed to stay so calm. They both walked up the stairs and went into the large room. There was a set up with lights and a small white table shaped like a solid rectangular box. The background was white as well, with the edges painted with red. Francis stepped to a separate table, away from the scene set-up. He checked his camera, turning the lens, while Matthew looked at Francis's back.

"Okay, you can take off your clothing and pose there." Francis said casually.

"What!?" Matthew yelled, blushing. Francis looked back at Matthew, he wanted to laugh at the Canadian's shocked expression, but held himself back.

"Oui…" He said, "But if you don't-…"

"No, it's fine! I just over reacted." Matthew said.

He slowly began to take off his jacket; Francis took it and placed it on a mannequin he had in the room. The small Canadian began to slowly strip, until he was as bare as the day he was born. Francis couldn't help but stare at his fair skin. It was flawless, his pale skin, his thin body, and his blonde hair made him seem perfect. The Frenchman slapped himself into reality, taking the camera and wrapping it around his neck.

"Just sit here." Francis said as Matthew sat on the cold surface, his skin forming goose bumps.

"What do I do?" Matthew asked.

"Just be yourself."

Matthew laid on his side. Francis took a piece of red fabric, and gave it to Matthew. He draped it over Matthew's hips. Matthew blushed, as Francis stepped back. He noticed how nervous the Canadian was so he winked at him with a sexy smiled.

"I know you're nervous so the cloth should help."

Matthew nodded and looked straight at Francis. The Frenchman began to take pictures. He loved the way Matthew was glowing with the white background. Francis would turn the lens, trying to fix the image. Matthew couldn't help but get even redder just by watching Francis. The cloth's texture was rough, and it rubbed against Matthew's crotch. Francis looked away from the lens and looked at Matthew. The Frenchman stepped towards him.

"Détendez-vous ici un peu plus et faire avancer ce-..."

"Ah-!"

When Francis moved the Canadian's knee, Matthew let out a sweet moan. Francis let go of him and turned to look at Matthew. Who now had his had his face hidden by the inside of his elbow. Francis could feel blood rush down to his crotch; he sighed and sat down on the floor. Matthew bit his lip knowing that Francis might think of his as a freak.

"Pardon." Matthew mumbled.

"It's fine…" Francis sighed, running his hand through his hair, "If you have never done this before its normal for that kind of reaction."

"No…" Matthew spoke into his elbow, "It's not normal for me to look at you and feel this way." Francis looked up and moved towards the little Canadian.

"Matthew… me trouves-tu?" Francis asked.

"Oui." Matthew gasped feeling the Frenchman's hot breath on him.

Francis brushed Matthew's hair behind his ear and kissed his cheek. The stubble on his chin tickling the Canadian's shoulder; Matthew turned his head and kissed Francis's lips. Francis was caught by surprise and kissed him, playfully sucking on his bottom lip as Matthew snuck his tongue into Francis's mouth.

The Frenchman moved his hands down Matthew's spine, feeling his soft skin. Matthew moved himself to his knees, letting the cloth which covered his embarrassment fall to the ground. Francis noticed the red cloth fall onto the ground, and touched the tip of the Canadian's erection. Matthew flinched, but continued on kissing the Frenchman; if it was a dream… he didn't want it to end.

Fin.