by Rowan Shaw
"You're making me horny, and I don't want to have sex in your parents' house," Adrien panted.
I didn't care where we were. I wanted him to feel better. I wanted him to feel good. I leaned into him again and pulled at his lower lip with my teeth, then cupped his jaw and kissed him as hard as I could. Ila meowed and jumped off the bed, irate at me for taking Adrien's attention away.
"I want you," I whispered against his lips. "I've wanted you since that first day I saw you. I need you to know you're wanted." I gave him another long kiss. "I want you so damn much, Adrien. I've been trying so hard not to cave in, but I want you so badly, it hurts. There hasn't been a day when I haven't thought about that night."
"You only want me for my cock, Raphaël," he replied as if there couldn't possibly be any other value to him as a human being. "Plenty of people want me for my cock."
I shook my head. "No. I want you for you."
He huffed his disbelief. I could feel how aroused he was against my thigh when he said, "Prove it to me, then?"
I took that as meaning he wanted me to blow him. I dropped my hands to his belt, but he caught my wrists, his eyes on mine. "No. Prove to me that you can be around me without asking me to fuck."
I blinked. I wasn't sure I understood.
"Spend the night with me," he added so low I barely heard him.
"But you just said..."
"I don't need sex, Raphaël. I want to go to sleep with someone holding me. And not just someone who likes me for my dick."
He didn't need to say more. His loneliness was right there in his pleading tone as he asked me not to let him spend Christmas Eve alone.
I nodded. "Let me go get my pajamas."
"Do you mind if I sleep in my briefs?"
"It gets cold here at night."
"I know that, but you'll be there to warm me up."
"You truly are impossible, you know that?"
Adrien flashed me a cocky smile. "Maybe, but I still got you to agree to sleep with me tonight."
I shook my head at him. He was such a tease.
Chapter 40
ADRIEN
I woke up slightly disoriented in a room that wasn't mine with Raphaël clutching my body. His skin was a furnace under his pajamas, keeping me too warm. He had one leg over mine, his arm around my stomach, and his head on my shoulder. I gave a tiny smile. I hadn't slept that well in years.
When I felt my full bladder pushing for me to piss, I disentangled myself from Raphaël's web of limbs and got dressed. There were noises of pans and utensils coming from downstairs as I proceeded to the toilet and took care of my business.
"Raphaël," his mom called from the kitchen after I washed my hands and headed down.
"No, it's me, Mrs. Diop."
"Call me Christine, please."
I stepped into the kitchen, finding her at the table, her hair a mess, her apron covered in sugar.
"Raphaël is still sleeping."
"Oh." She looked at me for a few seconds. "He wasn't in his room when I went to wake him up this morning. He usually helps me prepare the meal."
"He's in my room," I said. "I can help if you'd like."
She studied me carefully. "Is anything going on between you? Raphaël didn't say..."
I was about to shake my head but stopped. There was something going on—something I didn't quite understand. "It's a bit complicated."
Her forehead etched with lines as she pondered our situation. "Raphaël's never brought anyone home like this before. He's had friends, but no one he's ever introduced as someone he was dating. I don't know if he didn't want us to meet the people he was with or what."
"I think that's for him to answer."
"Has he talked to you about Florian at all?"
I froze. When Raphaël had showed me his room, he told me about all those times he had sex with Florian, but he said his mom didn't know about that. I was entering a serious danger zone.
"Yes..." I answered cautiously.
"I thought there was something going on between them for a while, but then Florian met Marlène. I never asked because I didn't want the boys to feel uncomfortable, but a mom can always tell. They were friends before Florian moved in with us, you know?"
I didn't say anything. It wasn't for me to confirm or deny anything.
"So you two aren't dating?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"But he slept in your room..." She gave a tiny understanding nod, then changed the subject without prying further. "I'm about to work on the snails now. You want to help?"
"Of course."
"Maybe have some breakfast first..."
"Just some black coffee will do."
She pointed at the machine that was already on, and I poured myself a bowl filled to the top while she grabbed a platter from the counter.
"The shells are clean. I did that yesterday. I already made the butter and herbs sauce. I only need you to put the snails in the shells and cover them with the butter mixture."
I took a sip of coffee. "Sure."
I hadn't had escargots in a very long time. It wasn't something I ordered for myself at restaurants, and I was rarely invited to big dinners where they were served.
"You do like escargots, right?" she asked when she caught me staring at the cans on the table.
"Oh yes."
"Good. We're also having oysters, shrimp, and turkey with chestnuts. Is that okay?"
Her question baffled me. Did she really think I was going to be difficult about this?
"Mrs. Diop...Christine, this is the best Christmas I've had in years. Please don't worry. I'll eat whatever you want to make."
Her eyes filled with relief as she squeezed my upper arm. "I really like you, Adrien. I'm glad you and Raphaël met."
I didn't know how to reply to that.
"Wait until Ramadan is around. When it's over, I'll send some nopou peulhs to your place. You'll love those. They're my favorite Senegalese donuts. I'll make you some pastels as well. They're like empanadas stuffed with meat." She winked at me, looking so strikingly like her son, I couldn't help but stare. "I don't have enough patience to make the chocolate bûche, so I ordered it from the bakery. I hope that's all right."
"I can't wait," I replied with a smile, then gulped down my coffee and opened two cans of snails. When a noise came from the doorway, I turned around to see Raphaël rubbing his sleepy eyes with both fists as Mrs. Diop pulled him in for a kiss on each cheek.
"Bonjour, mon chéri."
Raphaël let out a loud yawn. "Got any coffee?"
"Sorry, I drank the last of it," I said. "Let me make you some."
He raised his hand. "Nah, I guess I'll have some chocolate milk."
He walked to the fridge to get what he needed. When his dad came back from the bakery, we set the dining room table, finished preparing lunch, took our showers, and got ready to eat. Mrs. Diop kept bringing out so many platters, along with overflowing red wine and champagne, I thought my stomach might explode. Mr. Diop didn't touch a drop of alcohol either, leaving it all for the three of us only.
The day was relaxing, unfolding through laughs every time Raphaël's parents relayed happy memories, most of them truly embarrassing for him, until the evening came and the damn pinch in my chest showed up again.
Chapter 41
RAPHAËL
"You awake?" I asked later that night after knocking on Adrien's door and popping my head inside.
"Yeah, come in."
I scanned the room and stepped in quietly so I wouldn't wake up my parents down the hall. Adrien had a few clothes scattered around. For once, Ila was on her cushion on the floor. She barely moved when I approached the bed where Adrien was lying down, wearing his black turtleneck sweater and discolored jeans that molded his ass into perfection. I'd tried hard not to ogle him all day, but there was only so much restraining myself I could do.
"Just wanted to see how you were," I said hesitantly.
He gave a faint smile. "Yeah? You goi
ng to sleep here tonight?"
Maybe he'd meant it to sound casual, but there was something in his voice, like hope mixed with dread.
"I will, if you want me to." My heart skipped a beat when he acquiesced. I'd enjoyed spending the previous night in his arms—almost too much—even without sex involved.
"Give me a second." I left the room to go brush my teeth and change into my pajamas. Adrien was still on the bed, waiting for me to join him when I returned.
"You okay?" I asked and lay by his side.
He gave a shrug and wrapped his arm around my waist to snuggle against me. He still smelled like the aftershave he'd put on this morning. There was something different about him tonight; he didn't say a single word and simply held me.
I tried to fight my growing hunger, but when I made a tiny move, Adrien pressed his lips against mine. That didn't mean anything, though. We'd made out quite a bunch the night before, and nothing else happened, even when he was hard against my leg.
He tugged at my lower lip and grazed my mouth open with his tongue. Adrien's kisses were always slow, deep, and demanding. His lips were soft when he claimed my mouth.
I lowered my hand to his crotch.
"Is it okay if we...?" I asked against his skin.
He didn't give me enough time to finish my sentence. His nod was short before he reclaimed my lips.
I stroked his crotch over his denim, finding him already semi-hard, and caressed him until he was fully erect. He slipped his hand under my ear and cupped the side of my face, his lips never leaving mine as I undid the buttons of his pants one by one and pulled his jeans down.
When Adrien trailed a line from my earlobe to my neck, a shiver ran all the way down my spine. I was painfully hard too, craving more of him already. I seriously hoped he wouldn't ask me to stop.
I pushed him against the mattress and straddled him, grabbing his sweater and his shirt that I tugged up to his neck before kissing his muscular chest and licking one of his nipples, biting on it in the process, triggering a soft moan from his lips.
Adrien was loud in bed—really loud. I wasn't sure if he could keep the volume down when I was inside him. I sure hoped so because that wasn't about to stop me now.
I pulled his sweater off completely, then his shirt, and wrapped my hand around his neck to kiss him with such greed and force, his groans vibrated against my tongue. We sat up as I ground against him until I had to pull away for air.
"I want you to relax," I whispered. "I'll make you feel good."
With that, I pulled his pants completely down as well as his briefs, exposing his cock, hard enough that the tip was glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips at the sight and settled between his legs, pushing them wide apart before running my tongue over his balls. His breathing hitched. He reached down to stroke my hair while I ran my tongue along his length and played with him, pushing against his foreskin before I took him inside my mouth. Adrien was the only guy I'd ever had trouble deepthroating. He was long enough that he reached the back of my throat every time I bobbed my head.
"You need to slow down. I don't want to come yet," he let out.
I gave him one long lick and moved to undress myself at the foot of his bed.
"D'you have condoms?" I asked.
I hadn't packed any. I didn't think we'd be having sex here. I was roughly the same size as him so his rubbers should fit me no problem.
He flicked his hand toward his suitcase. "Under my blue sweater."
"You knew this was going to happen?" I asked, raising my eyebrow after I went to look for them and found a pack full.
"No, it's a habit I have. I bring some everywhere I go."
Of course he did. I pulled out a rubber, broke the foil, and sheathed myself. There were little packets of lube in the box as well. I grabbed one and tore the plastic open to run the liquid all over my cock. Adrien kept his dark eyes on me the entire time. He had a tiny smile on one corner of his mouth when I sat between his legs, pushing them backwards as I leaned over him for a kiss. His skin was so warm against mine. I caressed the length of his torso with my fingertips, from his pecs down the middle line of his abs, while positioning myself at his entrance.
His mouth still tasted of chocolate cake when I brushed my tongue against his to distract him from the burning sensation as I pushed inside him little by little, quieting his gasps with my lips.
"You okay?" I whispered.
"Yeah, yeah. Just need to adjust."
I nodded and penetrated him deeper, slowly sliding in until I was fully seated inside, then moved my hips, getting used to the sensation. He was tight as a vise around my shaft, the ecstasy almost too much. I wanted to increase the pace and do him hard, but I had a feeling that wasn't what he needed tonight. I wanted to give him something special, something no one else seemed willing to give him: a night meant for him and him only.
"You still okay?" I asked, rocking against him, taking him deeper.
He nodded without a word and kissed me. I grasped his hand, pulling it over his head, our fingers interlaced. I could barely stand the pleasure radiating warmth through my lower back with each thrust, but I refused to increase the pace. Adrien didn't seem to want to rush either. His skin was soft to the touch, his dick hard against me every time my stomach touched his while his ass kept squeezing me into bliss.
"I don't think I can last much longer," I acknowledged. "You feel too good."
"Go faster."
I thrust faster and deeper until the bed began to squeak, and I had to adapt my rhythm for the damn springs to stop tattling on us.
"I'm about to come," I let out when I felt my balls tighten, my pleasure rising to the point where I couldn't stop it anymore. Adrien kissed me just as I reached my peak and fell down a roller coaster so wild, I exhaled a groan in his mouth, trying hard not to shout.
Still holding on to Adrien's fingers, kissing him, I grabbed his shaft with my other hand and jerked him off while thrusting deep. My dick was sore from my orgasm, but I kept moving in and out of him until his muscles tightened around me, hurting so damn much I almost had to pause. When a strangled moan escaped his mouth, I pressed my lips against him as he released in my hand and over his stomach.
Exhausted, I stilled as soon as he was done and snuggled against his chest, not even bothering to clean up or pull out. Adrien ran his fingers up and down my back, then kissed my temple. I was too beat to stay awake and too lazy to move. I fell asleep in his arms, feeling his chest rising and falling underneath me while I grew soft inside him.
When I woke up in the early afternoon, I had rolled on my back, and Adrien was gone. I got dressed quickly and joined him downstairs, finding him with my parents.
"Bonjour, mon chéri," my mom said when I leaned down to kiss her cheeks, then my dad's. "Are you all packed?"
We were supposed to take the train in a few hours. I couldn't believe time had flown by so quickly. "Not yet."
"We're leaving at three," my dad commented. "Make sure you're ready then. Can't be late."
Adrien's eyes twinkled as if he were laughing at me. I took my seat next to him and grabbed the bag of chocolate croissants my dad handed me. "All fresh from the bakery. The rest of us had lunch, but since you only just woke up..."
Something rubbed against my thigh, and I nearly jumped in my seat before I realized it was only Adrien squeezing my leg with his hand. I gave him a glance, but he was talking with my mom as if everything was normal and he didn't have his fingers right there caressing me. He kept running his thumb up and down, giving me sweet shivers while I sat there, trying hard not to move. I guessed the touch was meant to be casual, but after last night, it felt anything but. All I could think about was his body against mine and how different my orgasm had felt than before.
Chapter 42
ADRIEN
"Want to grab dinner?" I asked Raphaël after I dropped my suitcase in the hallway, let Ila out of her carrier, and went to the bathroom to take a piss. It was six P.M. already, and though
the train ride had gone by fast, the same couldn't be said about the Parisian traffic.
"Sure. What are you thinking of?"
"Just some pasta and breaded fish," I shouted at him while washing my hands.
"Sounds good."
"You can go unpack. I'll take care of it. I'll call you when it's ready," I said.
I called him thirty minutes later and sprinkled some gruyère over the macaroni, adding tomato sauce, before taking the fish out of the oven once Raphaël walked in. I served us both dinner and put the tray in the sink, taking a seat by his side.
"Thanks for cooking," he said.
I sank my fork into my pasta and smiled at him. "You're welcome."
Silence filled the space between us quickly, forcing me to talk. "When is school starting again?"
"January fourth."
"Got any plans for New Year's?"
"No. I was supposed to go to some party with Charlotte, but I dunno."
"You're not going to let sex get between you, right? It'd be sad to stop being friends over some good time spent in the sack."
"No, you're right, but it's gotten awkward between us."
I gave a simple nod. I knew how uncomfortable Raphaël could get over casual sex. He'd done it to me twice in the past already. I found it sad how he let something so good lead to something so bad. I had nothing else to add though, so we finished our meal in silence.
Raphaël put the dishes in the dishwasher when we were done while I cleaned the oven tray. He seemed sullen for some reason I couldn't understand. I could barely stand the look on his face. I sank my hand into the soapy bubbles from the sink and flicked them at him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, then shook his head. "Oh, big mistake, man."
He plunged his hand full in the water and sprayed it at me.
"There's grease in there; you're going to ruin my clothes," I shouted, laughing.
