Making Time

Arthur's cellphone vibrated. He promptly slapped a hand over his pocket, trying to quiet the insistent buzzing. When the professor turned to write something on the board, he pulled it out and opened it under the table.

You free Thursday?

Arthur frowned at the message from Francis and quickly texted back, Can't, I have work after school.

Buzz. Before school?

Scowling now, he replied, You know I have rowing before school four days a week! What about Friday?

"Kirkland!"

Arthur looked up in a panic. The professor was glaring at him and pointing a finger at the single word on the board.

"Entailment," Arthur read out loud in relief. He knew about this. He rattled off a few facts about eldest sons and the importance of marriage in the age before his professor gave a satisfied nod.

Once the class's attention was no longer on him, he glanced at his cell again, selecting the new message.

Orchestra before school and work after school.

Irritated, Arthur stuffed the phone back in his pocket without replying.

"Arthur, is everything alright?" Madelaine leaned over from the seat beside him. "You look stressed."

"It's nothing," he assured her, forcing himself to smile. "Just a busy schedule, that's all."

"Don't push yourself too hard," she said kindly before turning her attention back to the front.

Barely five minutes had passed before the first few notes of his ringtone rang out. Everyone turned towards him as Arthur, mortified, scrambled to end the call.

"Kirkland, do you need to step outside for a moment?"

"No, Professor," he replied weakly, shoving his phone into his backpack after turning the sound off.

With a last sharp glance, the lesson resumed. Arthur groaned as he heard the faint, but identifiable buzzing coming from his bag. He silently willed Francis away, but the buzzing continued relentlessly.

Finally, he fished his phone out again, careful to keep his hand fisted around it to minimize the vibrations. He turned the phone to silent all and opened his new messages, only to see a bunch of one word texts. He scrolled down to the oldest new text and read it, then the ones after, slowly making his way up.

Meet you in front of the South Building in twenty.

Come.

Don't ignore me, Kirkland, I know you're tempted.

I'll

Make

You

Come

;)

Arthur groaned quietly as he scrolled through the rest of the messages, each progressively dirtier than the last. Biting his lip, he glanced around him. No one was paying any attention to him.

You're a bastard, Bonnefoy, he texted back. Sexting is a new low.

Francis replied immediately. You read them all, didn't you? The fault's all yours, Kirkland ;) Ten minutes!

Arthur stood up resolutely, ignoring the looks of his classmates and professor as he hurried out of the class. As he walked down the hall, he sent another text to Francis. You're a terrible influence on me.

Says the person with a tramp stamp, Francis sent back. Besides, we never get any time together, so I figured we should make some. Eight minutes!

Proper gentlemen are always early, Arthur said, rounding the corner to the South Building.

Francis was waiting, leaning against one of the heavy double doors. Arthur approached him, scowl in place, but Francis interrupted him with a kiss before he could speak.

"Terrible influence," Arthur grumbled once they separated, but he smiled.

"You love it," Francis said cheerfully, capturing Arthur's lips once more.


A/N - This was for the what_the_fruk October Lovefest over at LJ! Hope you enjoyed!