Brave, Lover

Francis decides that they all need a good glass of brandy and a cigarette, so he leaves the two of them and hums merrily as he walks to the kitchen.

João tries to ignore the totally not scary look. "My wrists. Can you loosen the rope?" Did he really fall asleep like this? Wait, hold up, where is the blonde going? "Francis? Francis, where are you going? Francis?"

Antonio laughs a little and leans down to kiss him. Quickly he gets up from the bed to follow Francis. He looks back at João with a mischievous almost puppy-like look. "No."

"I think you tired him out, mon cher." Francis chuckles, giving him another wink as he settles down. "Perhaps we should follow in his steps."

He grumbles in his sleep and tries to turn around to keep sleeping, but cannot move... His eyes blink as he wakes up to find his hands bound together. "Uhm... Antonio?"

Antonio lets go of Francis' hand and moves to the opposite side of João when he realizes the Portuguese man is awake. "Yes, mi amor?" He's smiling so wide and it's totally not scary.

Francis holds Antonio's hand back, smiling at him and giving a squeeze.

FONTCASALS. Fiesta Mayor de Tarrasa, 1946. by Halloween HJB