Court Yard

He stared him with sharp mischievous eyes before smirking. "Hold kæft, hore. Jeg er varm, så kom og sutte min pik." He purred, his danish accent thick.

Gilbert's eyes flew up towards the Dane, smirking. He untangled himself from Francis, going towards Soren. "Wen nennst du hier eine Hure? Ich bin sicher, ich bin nicht derjenige, der das tun würde, saugen." he purred in reply, eyes moving to watch Francis' reaction.

The blond bit his lip smirking at the two men. God he was loving this. The thought of them whispering in his ear while he was touched made his blood run hot. "Easy boys... No need to get me all hot and bother this early in the morning."

"Men du har gjort det så mange gange, og i så mange stillinger." He said with a smirk to Gil before turning to Francis. "Oh, do languages get you that wet?"

Gilbert grinned, bumping his hip against Soren's before smirking at Francis. "They really do. Poor thing nearly came early the first time I slipped into German in bed~"

"God you will never let me live that down. We were 16 and I had never heard anything other than French." He rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to them and smiled seductively. "German is my favorite so far."

"We'll see." He said as he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out with his boot. He turned to Gil. "I think I have some classes with you." He said pulling his schedule out of his back pocket and showing him.

Gilbert pulled out his own, comparing the two. "Looks like we all share Lit together, and you and I have math. Cool." he said, looking over at Soren with a bright smile.

Dear god... Literature with these two? Francis smirked and moved to look at the schedules. "Soren has study hall and lunch with me," he said.

"Awesome. I'm not alone." He said with a grin. "Good thing too, I don't know shit about anything around here."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine!" he said, patting the other on the back.

"You know two of the best people around. Me and Gil know this place like the back of our hands." It helps when you've figured out the best places to have sex and not get caught. Those places also worked when smoking and drinking.

"Awesome. Francis was it?" He asked turning to him fully and staring at him with bright silver grey eyes full of mischief and secrets.

Gilbert grabbed Francis' pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulling out another one and lighting it while watching the two.

"Yeah, Francis Bonnefoy." He gave the Dane his most charming smile. Francis wasn't fawned of his name but it spoke volumes with what his family wanted for him. The translation of his name meant French Gentleman. Which was what he was in the public eye. A prefect gentleman, the son any parent would be proud of. But in private he was anything but. Francis was a wild child that liked wild nights and hot dirty sex.

It was a side of himself that only his two best friends ever got to truly see. He was manipulative but truly a sweet guy that, if given the chance could be the prefect lover.

"Soren Mikkelsen." He said with a grin. On the outside, Soren looked extremely rough around the edges with a loud crude mouth and a fuck all attitude. In truth, he was a teddy bear, shy and easy to blush. Only Gil had ever seen him like that. He was extremely nice and once you got to know him he was very sweet. He would be a very caring and dotting lover.

Gilbert sat there watching them, smoking silently. He was enjoying watching the two, and had a feeling they would get along well.

"How do you know Gil?" he asked smiling and moving to brush a few strands of hair back.

"We lived on the same street til he moved when we got into high school." He said with a grin as ran a hand through his hair, nodding and putting his schedule back into his pocket.

Gilbert nodded, looking at him. "We used to get into a ton of trouble as kids!" he said, grinning.

"Funny," he said moving closer to Soren and reaching out to touch his arm. "Gil never mentioned any of this."

He shrugged, eyeing him. "Shit was in the past." He said nonchalantly.

Gilbert shrugged, dropping and putting out the cigarette. "Hey, I gotta go catch my bro. He's a freshman this year, so I gotta make sure no one fucks with him. I'll see you guys later, alright?" he said, patting them both on the back and grabbing his bag.

((one of you guys message me on fb if you need me again, I'll check the thread again then))

"Later Gil," Francis said looking back at Soren. "So maybe I should show you around some?"

He shrugged. "If you want, I got nothing to do." He said giving him a small smile. Now that Gil was gone, he was a bit more shy.