Falling onto the bed in exhaustion, Arthur grunted as Francis fell on top of him after he climaxed as well. "You better... Be... Done..." He panted, his entire body tired by now. Having sex eight times in a row would do that to a person.
With no response, he tried pushing him off his back. "Get off... You're too heavy frog." After all that, he wasn't about to let the other sleep on top of him. Just because he magically had enough endurance to have this much sex didn't mean they should. Whoever sold the Frenchman Viagra and an energy drink should be cursed.
When Francis still didn't move, Arthur turned his head to see him sleeping. "Bloody hell! You make me stay up to have sex but when you're done you can just sleep? I don't think so!" Using his anger to give him energy, Arthur pushed Francis right off him. He was still hard even as he slept, showing that he only collapsed because he was tired, not because he was done.
"Wake up frog and clean us off. I'm too tired and sore to do it." When he didn't respond, he just shook his shoulders. "Wake up wanker." Francis continued to be unresponsive, which was starting to make Arthur nervous. "Francis, wake up."
It wasn't until he was shaking the other man so hard that his brains were ratting inside his head that the Briton started to freak out. What the bloody hell happened? Did he actually have a heart attack? He was just kidding about that happening, he didn't want it to become reality!
Getting off the bed, Arthur grabbed the nearest phone and pressed the three buttons quickly. "Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance. My... friend just passed out and I think he might of had a heart attack. Yes... Well, I guess he's on medicine..." Blushing deeply despite the situation, Arthur just gave them his address before hanging up. Now to try and make their activities not as apparent.
Cleaning up the room and themselves, Arthur forced a pair of his pyjama pants on Francis' otherwise naked body. His erection was still apparent, but that couldn't be helped. Putting on some clothes himself, he could hear the wails of the sirens as they got to the apartment building.
Arthur opened the door just in time for the paramedics to push a gurney down the hallway. "He just collapsed a few minutes ago." He explained to the emergency personnel in a rush. Pointing to his room, he hoped to God that they wouldn't see the evidence of what they were doing, other than the Frenchman's obvious erection. The only thing keeping him standing at this point was the adrenaline from being so nervous.
Heading to the room, the paramedics tried not to see the white stains on the sheets and the fading marks on the man's neck that had opened the door. Their job was saving lives, not scrutinizing them. "Is he allergic to anything? On any medication?"
"Er... Well... Nothing for a sickness..." Arthur answered, rubbing the back of his neck. It was awkward enough that Francis had taken the things he did, never mind having to tell other's about it.
As one of the men went to check vitals, the other stayed with Arthur to ask important questions. "What medication was he on?" They needed to know, because it could be any number of things. They couldn't give him anything until they knew, for fear of triggering a reaction.
Looking to the ground, he knew he was going to have to tell them so that Francis wouldn't die and it wouldn't be his fault if he did. "I'm not positive... But... He said... ViagraandRedBull." He mumbled together. This must look so incriminating! It was Valentines day and it was still quite obvious what they were doing despite all his measures to make sure it wasn't.
The paramedic nodded in understanding. "So, I guess I don't need to ask what he was doing when he collapsed." He said before helping his partner lift the unconscious man onto the gurney. They started making their way to the door. "If you would come with us, that would probably be best."
Nodding, Arthur locked his door quickly before they got into the elevator. It was extremely embarrassing since it was quite obvious what they had been doing, and he could feel them looking at him in disgust. Plus, it was hard not to look down at Francis and feel somewhat bad, though it was tinged with anger. How dare he do this to himself!
They got down to the ambulance and put the unconscious man inside. All three crowded in, the paramedics hooking up an IV. The sirens were heard, and they started speeding towards the hospital. They kept asking questions, making sure the situation didn't get worse.
It wasn't until they were in the hospital's emergency room that Arthur allowed himself not to stare worriedly at Francis' face. His erection was still quite noticeable, but there was nothing he could do lest he cut it off. "What are you doing?" He asked, wanting to make sure he wouldn't die. If he did, then Arthur would always have it on his conscience, even if he hated the slimy git.
"Just checking his blood pressure. He seems stable." A nurse came in, followed by a doctor to take over for the two men, so they could go back to the ambulance. "He took Viagra and red bull, then collapsed." They said before leaving.
Gritting his teeth, Arthur forced himself not to get upset. If he were to yell here, it would be insulting to his name as a gentleman. Not to mention that everyone under the bright florescent lights could see and hear him.
The doctors continued what the paramedics had been doing, only glancing at Arthur. Soon they felt it was safe enough to leave him, because they figured nothing would happen. "He probably will wake up in about an hour or less, and be fine."
Nodding, Arthur asked. "Is there a room open?" It would be better for when he woke up so that Arthur could yell at him in there. Plus, he didn't want everyone looking at them as if they knew what happened, even if it was what happened.
The nurse pushed the bed Francis was on, heading to a private room. She figured it would be best, considering what was obviously going on between the two... gentlemen.
As they made their way to a room, Arthur couldn't help but glare at every red paper heart and sickly pink decoration as they walked through the halls. What was so special about such a holiday? After all, it was named after a man who was stoned to death.
Once the nurse had them both settled in the new room, she left them alone, not wanting to get between them. She would have to tell her friends about this later, they would be so happy!
Standing over Francis' bed, the Englishman just stared down at his unconscious form. What was his problem! Arthur told him he would probably have a heart attack from taking the 'medicine' never mind also having sex, but did he listen? No, he didn't. The git.
He could only stand a minute of looking down at him before he started to pace in the small room. When he woke up, not only would he verbally give him a piece of his mind, but maybe a few punches would help drill it through his thick French skull. Although, there was no way he would leave him alone. As soon as he was awake, he wanted the first thing for him to see to be his angry face. He deserved it after all for making him worry.
The next forty minutes were the longest of his life as Arthur impatiently waited for Francis to open his eyes. By now, his erection had mostly gone down, but it was still noticeable enough to make him blush. Even more so when a nurse would come in to make sure he was still ok.
It wasn't until he was sitting beside his bed with his head on it that he jolted up as Francis started waking up. There was a small part of him that was telling him everything wouldn't be alright and that the stupid Frenchman was going to die before he admitted that he actually held some feelings for him, but now it was ok. "Francis?"
Knowing that he was no longer on Arthur's bed, Francis didn't open his eyes when he heard the timid, worried voice. He felt groggy at best, so he thought it would be better to keep his eyes closed, knowing the light would hurt them. Slowly his mouth turned up into a grin. "Best... Valentines... day... ever."
A moment of elation coursed through Arthur's body before being replaced with anger. "You inconsiderate git! You slimy, wine faced frog! I told you that doing that was a bad idea!" Hitting his fists against the bed, his eyes were squeezed shut so that he wouldn't have to look at him or be able to cry.
Finally opening his eyes, Francis squinted through the blinding light, looking for Arthur. He wasn't quite sure why he was in a hospital, but no matter. "I'm sorry for making you worry."
"You better be sorry! If you died, how would I explain it? I couldn't tell them you died having sex with me! Even the paramedics were disgusted! It's all your bloody fault!" Glaring at Francis with moist eyes, Arthur just buried his face into the bed again. Why did he have to be so affected by him?
"Aw, mon petit chou, don't cry. I am here, am I not?" He slowly lifted his hand, grabbing Arthur's and lacing their fingers together. All in all, this day was so worth going to the hospital.
Ripping his hand away angrily, Arthur grumbled into the bed. "That's the problem." Just how was he supposed to let Francis know just how much his heart hurt when he thought he might die? He didn't care. He didn't want to care, but he did.
Giving a small sigh, Francis put his arm back under the covers, the needle from the IV feeling strange. "Well, I am tired, so I shall go back to sleep." He wondered why he was tired if he had just been unconscious, but didn't think too much about it. "I love you."
Looking back at Francis as he shut his eyes, Arthur reached his hand forward hesitantly. Giving in, he reached under the covers and grabbed Francis' hand again and squeezed it. "You git... I love you too."
Ah, the end. Well, we hope everyone got what they wanted! Francis has practically stopped seeing other people, and Arthur actually admitted that he loved Francis! And sorry if the whole passing out thing may not be what actually happens, but it just had to happen. Well, maybe people who take Viagra and Red Bull do pass out. Not sure, cause we have never done it lol. Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed!