"Are you serious?"

I glance at Arthur who happened to glance at me at the same time.

"I knew you two would become close!" My Mom squeals, my Dad smiling as they walk towards us." We were looking for you two. We have a surprise to tell the both of you."

We waited, watching as they seemed to argue to one another about who would tell us the 'surprise' first. Last time they had a surprise they brought a human, so I'm not so confident on their surprises anymore.

Dad stepped forward, smirking at the two of us as he clasped his hands together." Your mother and I are going out of town."

Again?

"You two came back from France almost two months ago. The last time you went on a trip..." I look to Arthur, seeing him wink at me. And I blush as I face back forward." Nothing..."

"Oh my! You two are very close! I haven't seen my son blush before since he was a child and learning about his balls dropping." My Mom said, making me glare at her.

"Where are the both of you go?" He asked, and she smiled.

"We are going to Thailand!" She squeals, and I roll my eyes while he smiles.

"Excitement! I never been. Hear it nice. When go?"

"Right now."

I almost do a 360, surprised that they are telling us that their leaving right when they're about to leave.

"And you're telling us this, right than?! What the hell is wrong with the two of you?!" I yell, and they raise their hands in defense.

"We weren't sure. It was a spur of a moment thing. We weren't really going to go, and we also got...you two tickets."

That's when I smile, Arthur cocking his head and I slap the back of his back.

"Don't you get it? We're going to Thailand!" I cheer, and we're all excited while he looks fucking concerned.

"Not good. What about school?"

"Fuck school! We going to Thailand!" I shout, making him flinch." Do I need to get my pack?"

"Already have that covered." My dad says, a servant rolling in two suitcases and I nod in approval." Arthur there was no need for you because...you never took your stuff out your suitcases."

Now there was awkwardness in the room, but he smiled after he went in. After two minutes he came out with his closet looking like no one was there.

"I ready. But what about school? I fail? William fail?"

"We have it covered. When you come back we'll figure that out. But that doesn't matter. Let's go!" They ran out and I grabbed my stuff not even bothering changing because I still look hot.

But I look to Arthur, seeing him looking annoyed.

"What's with you?"

"Do parents do this all the time?"

I shrug, but nod soon after," You get used to it."

"I not like." He mumbles, and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Be grateful. You're about to go to a country you've never been in. So stop complaining and let's get a move on!"

He sighs, following me as we get to the cars. Putting our stuff in the trucks of the two Escalades as my parents have a secluded car and for some reason, so do Arthur and I.

"Ready?" I ask as we get buckled in.

He sits across from me, grinning as he buckled up.

"Sure."

****

I sit in the jet, on my phone as I text everyone that I'm outta the country. To their surprise they're all wondering how I can just go back and forth and not be failing school.

Because of my parents money of course!

I look to Arthur, seeing him grasping onto dear life on the seat handles. His eyes wild as we hit another bump in the air. Making him say something in French.

"Aye chill, we're fine."

"Not fine! What if we die?" He asks, looking beyond concerned and my parents are sleeping in the jet suite. 

"We won't die. We have certified pilots. This jet is perfect and we're perfect. We're just in a storm and once we're out we'll be smooth sailing."

He narrows his eyes at me, not sure if he wants to believe me it seems.

"Like boat?"

I raise my eyebrows, wondering where he got boat from.

"What?"

"'Smooth sailing' you say. Like boat? We be fine?"

"Yes. What must I do for you to believe me?"

He raises his eyebrows, looking around the jet; but in the end his eyes rest on me.

"Come." I snort, watching as he pats his lap.

"No. That's gay."

He shrugs, closing his eyes as he still holds onto the handles tightly. Making me sigh in frustration with what he proposed for me to do...

I shake my head, setting my phone down as I go towards him. Flicking his hand off the handle as I sit partly on his thigh and my other leg hangs over the handle.

"Is this better?" I ask in embarrassment, and his expression is priceless.

His eyes are as big as saucers and his lips are in a straight line. Looking like he's trying not to fart or something.

"You are sitting on me."

"You told me too!"

"I not think you do it." He murmurs, and I blush.

"Me doing this just means I'm comfortable with you."

"What about girl of the friend?"

I freeze, realizing I haven't been paying any attention to Bella ever since he came... Hmph, I just realized that.

"She's fine."

"You not know, ever ask?"

I pause, thinking on that." Nope."

He grins for some reason, making me grin.

"Not good. Consider you not gay, you all over me."

I freeze at that accusation, and he continues to look at me with a smirk coming onto his face.

"Take that back-."

"No."

"I said to fucking take that back!" I shove him and he ends up wrapping his arms around me. Right when he did we hit another bump, making me get onto him as I was practically sitting on his lap.

Making me blush as his arms were still wrapped around me and I could feel something poking me.

"This is so gay..." I groan, hearing him chuckle. 

"Tu fais sortir le gay de moi." ( You make the gay come out of me. ) He whispers, making me somehow take in a hitched breath.

I don't even bother looking over my shoulder, because I know if I see his face I'll do something. Not sure what, but it'll be something...

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"What?"

"Why are you making me blush and shit!?"

I rub my cheeks, trying to calm down for some odd reason.

"I do nothing. This is all you."

"It is..." I find myself acknowledging, embarrassing myself even more.

"You have choice to get off me, but you stay."

"I do." Again?

"I kinda like this." He says, snuggling me into him and I suddenly gasp. Knowing I felt something; I fucking felt something and it made me gasp like a damn girl!

"Okay, this has gone to the next level. I need to...go..."

Right when I tried to move I felt myself. Realizing that I was hard, and when I'm hard it is almost impossible for me to even move. This can't be happening...this isn't happening.

My dick is mistaken - but it never lies! It did today - but did it? Is it just me - now I think it's everything! Why the hell am I arguing with myself - because I'm fucking conflicted!

"Es-tu dur?" ( are you hard? ) I hear him ask, and I just laugh it off.

"Jet lag."

"Nous avons seulement été sur ce jet pendant une heure ainsi vous ne pouvez pas dire cela." ( We've only been on this jet for an hour so you can't say that. ) He murmurs, making me blush.

"So we're going to speak French to one another now?"

"Nous survolons mon pays d'origine, pourquoi pas?" ( We are flying over my home-country, why not? ) He smiles, and I bit my lip as I tried pulling myself up off him.

"Et si mes parents nous voient comme ça? Que dirons-nous cette fois?" ( What if my parents see us like this? What'll we say this time? ) I ask in a rush, knowing that this is the closest we've ever been.

All he does is chuckle, getting to me as he lets me go. And I jump off as I run to the bathroom, panicking out of my mind. What kind of guy wouldn't be panicking if they got...turned on from a guy?!

I haven't had sex...ever since he came. So that means I haven't asked Bella to do the dirty with me for...almost two months! Shocking, I know. Is it really because I've been distracted by Arthur?...it can't be!

"William?" I look, seeing Arthur enter the bathroom and I gasp. Watching as it locks behind him and I walk backwards into the toilet. Falling onto it as he crouched in front of me.

"This is escalating..." I groan, and he shrugs.

"Je l'ai entendu le plus proche de personnes sont ceux qui offrent les uns les autres plaisir." ( I've heard the closest people are the ones that offer one another pleasure. ) He murmurs, and I blush.

"Pourquoi dites vous cela? Vous offrez une offre pour me faire sentir bien? Pour me branler?" ( Why do you say that? You offering a offer to make me feel good? To jack me off? ) I ask, leaning closer to him and purposefully starting to untie my joggers.

I might as well take this chance to feel good. I just realized I haven't jacked off in so long. Haven't had sex or anything sexual. I've been a good boy if I think about it.

"Tes mots ne m'appartiennent pas." ( Your words not mine ) He sneers, shoving me back as he pulls my joggers to my knees." Ne me tente pas, putain." ( Don't fucking tempt me )

I blush as he nods at my dick. And I grab it as I don't know if I should keep going. But he nods again, urging me on. Making me bite my lip as I begin jerking on it.

Maybe it's just my imagination or it's because we are starting to get along or what. But right now I'm jerking off in front of him and I'm not stopping any time soon!

His eyes stare me down and I can tell that they don't plan on looking away. Making me nervous and for some reason, even more hard.

"Etes-vous excité de se faire surveiller?" ( Do you get turned on from getting watched? ) He whispered, and I gasp.

"No..."

"Lier." He sneers, and I find myself squirming as he pulls his joggers to his knees. Watching as I see the dick I saw the first time he came here. Remembering because it scared me with how big it was. Bigger than mine, shockingly enough.

He smirks, beginning to jerk too as we both were jerking off now. But the ice breaker was that we were staring at one another while doing so. Not looking at anything else, just one another...

"Arthur..." I whisper, and he nods." Can I?"

He raises his eyebrows, and I nod at his shoulder. Making him smirk again, he squirms closer as I go forward, resting my head in his neck. Still jerking off as I can see from right here, making me realize how close his dick was to my face now.

"William..." I hear him moan, and I bite my lip as I can feel myself about to come.

"Arthur..." I find myself moaning and I yank back as I know I'm coming. Grabbing a tissue as I cover the tip and I'm coming into the tissue, trembling as I watch him. Seeing him coming as well as his hand covers him from practically coming in my face.

And when we finish, I realize exactly what I did and I think he did too as his eyes became big like saucers.

"I...I..." He stood, dumping his cum filled hand into the sink and hid himself. Washing his hands as he shook his head." I sorry!" He panics, and I stand as I flush the tissue down the toilet.

"Please not mad at-." I grab his shirt with my hand, yanking him towards me as I kiss him. Looking into his eyes as I pull away, and he looks dazed.

Making me grin, wondering why me doing that made me...indifferent. I didn't know what to say to it...

"Interesting." I whisper.