New in Quebec (Private, Taviss & ACuckoo)[18+]

[taviss]

**Before reading this RP, please note that some dialogues will be in French. Everything will be translated at the bottom of each message in means to respect the YO rules of RP. It's an important characteristic of our story that they speak French.**

 

 

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Olivier Lapointe

Age 21

Student at Polytechnique Montreal in Genie Physique in third year. He also has a part-time job, Bartender in a pub on McGill campus.

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On December 29 2015, Olivier arrived at the Pub for his 23h to 3h30 shift, a normal night. The Pub is calm because of the weather, the first real snowfall of the season. He quickly goes to the staffroom to take off his coat and boots and puts them in his locker. He takes a fives minutes to look at his outfit in the mirror. He adjusts his red bow tie and roll up the sleeves of his dark blue shirt. He also places his hair because his Tuque makes it all messy. Having a nice look is important to him and he makes so much more tips that way. He puts on his shoes and goes to the bar.

 

The Pub is a nice and popular place in Montreal, on the campus of McGill University. They serve mainly students of McGill but they also have residents and young adults from all around the city. The music is always nice and cosy and has the perfect volume to cover your conversation from eavesdroppers but not annihilated it for your audience. Because of the emplacement of the Pub, it’s natural to speak English first to the costumer. McGill is a English University.

 

He says hello to his coworker Simon and they chat a bit about their Christmas party. Simon will finish his shift in one hour so Olivier is going to be alone for the rest of the night and for now he has to go unpack the bottle order. Olivier likes to look around when he’s at his counter and analysing the costumers. Tonight, there are not many clients, only three. A couple in the corner at a table, chatting and cuddling. They seem to be ok for now. They have a three-quarter full beer pitcher. The other client is a young man alone at a table in the middle of the Pub. He’s reading some kind of old history book. It’s common here to have students who read school books, we’re in the McGill campus, but in this 40cm snowfall and in between of the university session, it’s a bit weird. He has black hair, a cute face, a thin shape and seems small compare to Olivier six feets tall. He catches Olivier’s attention. It’s not the first time that he sees him. Maybe like two or three times before, but with the Pub full, Olivier never had the time to really look at him. Now he has the time. He finds him really cute and he seems lonely, why not try to speak with him. Olivier is very friendly and many find him easy to speak to. In any case the cute client has finished his drink. Olivier goes out of the back of the counter and walk in the cute client’s direction.

 

“Hello! I’m Olivier. I’ll be the new host for the rest of the night. Would you like another drink?”

[ACuckoo]

 

Leon Martin

Age 22

Exchange Student in Canada studying History

 

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His time in this new place, this new country, his new home had been… Different to say the least. While Canada was similar to America in many aspects, Quebec itself was like a whole other world. The people were brand new and though he had studied the language for a few years now this was his first time being immersed in a place it was constantly spoken. The language barrier was harder to overcome than he thought it would be. When he spoke French people either responded back to him in perfect English or worse… Perfect French. One was offensive to him and the other was impossible.

 

So he spent most of his time alone, hanging out at bars or at his dorm. His studies were going fairly well… The teachers were kind enough to help him out and he could read the books on his own, but his lack of friends made life here difficult. Even now he saw people drinking together and having a good time… Meanwhile he was nose deep in his history book. How lame.

 

He sighed heavily, looking at his now empty class and contemplated going home. It was tempting enough, but before he could leave money for his tab the bartender approached him and spoke to him, in English of course.

 

“Oliver? Salut.” Leon nodded, acknowledging the friendly bartender. He was handsome enough… More than handsome really. Leon couldn’t help but be lost for a few moments in his strong features and pretty smile that probably earned him his fair share of tips. Handsome Canadian bartender or the dorm... The answer was obvious. Leon stayed where he was, allowing himself to partake in the delicious eye candy in front of him.

 

“Ummm….” This always happened when he tried to speak French. He would freeze up, suddenly forget every word he ever knew and wind up resorting back to English. “I umm.. Well…” He took a deep breath to calm himself down. At the very least a bartender wouldn’t make fun of him and his attempts to speak French… Not if he wanted a good tip. “J’aimerai du jus de pomme. Et du l’eau, s’il vous plaît.” He was done drinking alcohol especially if he was going to attempt speaking a foreign language the rest of the night.

 

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**J’aimerai du jus de pomme. Et du l’eau, s’il vous plaît.

[i would like apple juice. And water, please.]

[taviss]

The cute client is looking at him, or is it more like staring at him? Olivier is very happy with the reaction of his client. Maybe he has an opportunity. He’s used to this kind of reaction from the women costumer of the Pub but not that much from men. Not here anyway. When he goes out in the Gay Village to flirt, he’s very popular. He adds some relation with men in the past few years but they were more love affairs. He adds been in a more serious relation a year ago, they were ten mouths together but in the end Olivier adds to admit that they were not sexually compatible.

 

The young man is hesitant to speak. “Is he that enchanted?” , Olivier thinks to himself with joy for a long five seconds, “Nop, he just doesn’t know what he wants.” “Olivier, really, don’t imagine things that don’t exist, you are not that handsome” again to himself. He’s alway falling for a shy look.

 

OH! The cute guy tried to speak French! Olivier smiles even more. He’s obviously a foreigner student. Compare to the local English speakers who learn French in highschool, he has this kind of accent that you can’t mix up but Olivier can’t tell if he’s a Canadien from another province or if he’s an American.

 

The client wants to speak in French, so Olivier is going to do so. With a smile on his face, he takes off the already finished glass on the table. He says, the more slowly than he can without sounding force or infantilise;

 

- “On est dans un bar, donc je n’ai pas de jus de pomme, mais j’ai du cidre pétillant sans alcool. Est-ce que ça te convient?”

 

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** On est dans un bar, donc je n'ai pas de jus de pomme, mais j'ai du cidre pétillant sans alcool. Est-ce que ca te convient?

[ We are in a bar, so I don’t have apple juice, but I have some sparkling cider without alcohol. Is it good with you? ]

[ACuckoo]

“Oh… Je vois. Le cidre pétillant est bon.” Leon’s cheeks turned a soft shade of red. How lame he must have sounded asking for apple juice… He was an adult after all! Oh well… The bartender didn’t seem to mind, and was probably amused at his poor attempt at French more than anything else.

 

“Alors, Oliver… Oh!” If he were alone he would have cursed himself. Not only did he embarrass himself by asking for the most childish drink imaginable, but he had forgotten to introduce himself! No matter… He could fix this. “Je m’appelle Leon. Leon Martin. Je suis étudiant ici, mais je viens aux Étas-Unis. C’est mon premier fois en Canada.” He spoke slowly, doing his best to get his accent right, make sure his grammar was right, and that his words were spoken clearly and understandably. He often found himself stuttering when he spoke or he would just stop talking entirely.

 

But maybe the nice bartender felt pity on the poor American. “Désolé… Peut-être je dois parler anglais. Mon français n’est pas bien. Je dois résonner horrible, non?” Then again is strategy of explaining just how poor he was at this probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, the charming Oliver was a nice change to the teachers he usually spoke to and if all else failed, he could always resort to English. But to impress the Canadian with his French… It would have been nice if he actually sounded decent.

 

“C’est difficile…”

 

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**Je vois. Le cidre pétillant est bon.

[i see. Sparkling cider is fine.]

 

**Je m’appelle Leon. Leon Martin. Je suis étudiant ici, mais je viens aux Étas-Unis. C’est mon premier fois en Canada.

[My name is Leon. Leon Martin. I am a student here, but I'm from the United States. This is my first time in Canada.]

 

**Désolé… Peut-être je dois parler anglais. Mon français n’est pas bien. Je dois résonner horrible, non?

[sorry... Maybe I should speak English. My French isn't good. I must sound horrible, no?]

 

**C’est difficile…

[This is difficult...]

[taviss]

The soft shade of red appearing on the cheeks of the young man did not past unnoticed. This guy his cute. It made Olivier feels some little butterfly in his chest. He’ll definitely come back and sit with him to talk. Normally he would never do that because of the other clients, but they were only two other costumers in the Pub. He needs to know his name.

 

Oh! He didn’t even need to ask him. Leon, from the U.S., first time here, all this is beginning to be very interesting. At this point, Olivier is charmed. Leon had not only this cute look but he had also introduced himself before Olivier could ask. Not that he likes particularly forward men, but more like he has the impression they are connected somehow, as they were in line.

 

With his most charming smile that he can do, Olivier says:

- “ Non non, ne t’en fais pas, tu ne sonnes pas si mal. En fait, tu as un accent vraiment cute. Apprendre une nouvelle langue n’est pas facile. Les erreurs sont inévitables. Tu dois pratiquer à parler sinon tu ne t’amélioreras jamais.” Without letting Leon place a word Olivier adds: “ Je vais chercher ton cidre et voir les clients dans le coin et je reviens t’aider à pratiquer ton français” He winks at Leon before leaving with the empty glass back to the counter.

 

Olivier is not gonna let the door close, he has to go strait into it. He has this one chance to speak with him and hopefully have his phone number. He finishes the preparation for Leon, left it there and goes to see the couple. They had finish their pitcher. The couple pay their bill to Olivier and prepared theme self to go. Olivier goes to the back store to see Simon. He tells him that they were only one client left and that he could go home for the night. The weather was getting worst and as Simon had to go back to the Rive-Sud, it would be better if he goes now.

 

Olivier goes back to his counter to take Leon cider and in the same time, he takes a Whiskey on rock for himself. He gives the cider to Leon, takes a chair in front of Leon and sits:

-“ Ça te va toujours si je te tiens compagnie?”

 

 

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- “ Non non, ne t’en fais pas, tu ne sonnes pas si mal. En fait, tu as un accent vraiment cute. Apprendre une nouvelle langue n’est pas facile. Les erreurs sont inévitables. Tu dois pratiquer à parler sinon tu ne t’amélioreras jamais.”

[No no, don't worry, you do not sound that bad. In fact, you have a really cute accent. Learning a new language is not an easy task. Mistakes are inevitable. You need to practice to speak otherwise you'll never improve.]

 

“ Je vais chercher ton cidre et voir les clients dans le coin et je reviens t’aider à pratiquer ton français”

[i'm going to prepare your cider and see the other clients in the corner and I’ll come back to help you practice your French.]

 

-“ Ça te va toujours si je te tiens compagnie?”

[is it ok if I keep you company?]

[ACuckoo]

Oliver wasn’t speaking fast. He wasn’t speaking particularly slow either. He was speaking like a perfectly normal human, but Leon had trouble keeping up nonetheless. The words Oliver spoke went through a process: they flowed into Leon’s ears, went to the part of the brain that registered something was being said to him, went to the other part that helped him understand it was foreign, then went to the part that translated it from French to English, which upset him because he wished he could simply hear French and understand it as the language it was, not his own. But his comprehension wasn’t helped out by Oliver’s charming smile… If looks could kill Leon would be dead.

 

He watched the other walk away to finish his job, trying to make sure he understood everything that was said to him. He understood most of it. Even if a few words escaped him here and there he was proud of himself for actually grasping what the other said. “My accent isn’t cute….” he mumbled to himself, closing his book and resting his chin in his hand. He wished he sounded less American than he did, but even his friends said he had the worst accent of them all. But what could he say? He was American. He couldn’t help it.

 

After a few moments a drink and a handsome man were placed beside him, and he ran his finger around the rim of the glass before taking a sip, staring at Oliver as he spoke. Only one word ran through his mind at the other’s words… “What?” After being so proud of himself for understanding this native French speaker, he wound up being ashamed that this sentence was beyond him. “I… Umm…” He tried to recreate the words in his head but… It didn’t work. He thought he was talking about going somewhere, and then he thought he heard something about the countryside, but what sense would that make? “Je ne comprends pas…” He finally mumbled out, wishing he could dive into his drink and disappear forever. Why was language learning so difficult?

 

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**Je ne comprends pas.

[i don't understand.]

[taviss]

His new friend didn’t understand this simple question. Clearly it was his choice of words. Leon is learning French but probably France French. The difference between France French and Canadien French are like the difference between American English and UK English. The accent, expressions and common words choices are very different. Most people from the United States learn French with native France teachers. So when they come to Canada, they are a bit confuse about the accent and how sentences are structured.

 

-“Je suis désolé, je vais reformuler. Puis-je m’assoire avec toi pour discuter?” He add:

- “ And don’t be shy, if I speak to fast or if you didn’t understand me. I’ll be happy to translate or reformulate it.”

 

He thinks for himself: Don’t be shy but continue making that cute face when you’re embarrassed. Olivier’s imagination is getting him far away in his head. Olivier imagines the reactions to different situations; Him, saying to Leon that he’s cute and what a nice embarrassed face that it would produce. Quickly stand up from his chair and put his hands on the table to kiss Leon. Pushing him against the wall and looks him in his eyes. Turning Leon, hands on the wall, Olivier kissing his neck and licking his hear. Sliding his hands under Leon’s T-shirt to touch his skin. Turning him back again, take both of Leon’s wrists over his head maintaining them with one hand and the other sliding on Leon’s waist and then on his rear. Kissing deep and pushing his body against Leon’s slim figure. Undoing his own bow tie and skilfully ties it on Leon’s wrists. Going down on his knees and playfully undo the other’s belt and pants. Looking Leon’s bulge, then looking up into his eyes to see his face when Olivier is slowly taking off Leon’s boxer. Opening his mouth to... STOP STOP STOP... stop imagining things. Perverted mind.

 

Olivier has a hot flush because of his overflowing imagination. He was in his head for only seconds but it has escalated very quickly. Olivier push away all images that he adds created and concentrate on reality. He looks in Leon’s eyes, smiles and says:

 

-“ Alors Leon, tu es venu étudier ici. En quoi étudis-tu?”

 

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**Je suis désolé, je vais reformuler. Puis-je m’assoire avec toi pour discuter?

[i’m sorry, I’ll reformulate it. Can I sit with you to have a chat? ]

 

**Alors Leon, tu es venu étudier ici. En quoi étudis-tu?

[so, Leon, you’ve comme here to study. In what are you studying?]

[ACuckoo]

Once again, it took him a minute to understand what Oliver was saying. He wanted desperately to just resort back to English and give up this whole thing, but what was the point of that? Besides, it’s not like Oliver was laughing at him or making fun of him for not understanding. He was being helpful, and Leon was more than appreciative of that. It had been a while since he’d had someone to talk to, regardless if there was a language barrier or not. And in this case there wasn’t much of one; he could switch to English at any time and he and Oliver would be fine. It was nice to have a companion like that.

 

“Ah oui! Umm… Tu peux asseoir avec moi. Je veux te parler.” He tilted his head as he thought about what he said, wondering if it was correct. All of his years of study was being put to the test and he was sure he was failing. Though it seemed Oliver didn’t care. He seemed distracted by something; his eyes were hooded over and he had a small smile on his pretty lips. What could make him smile like that, Leon wondered. Still, Leon himself grew distracted staring at those lips. They seemed so soft and he couldn’t help but think about Oliver touching him… It had been so long since he’d talked to someone, interacted on a personal level with someone, touched another person. Naturally his mind would run off with Oliver to his bedroom and all things this crazily handsome Canadian could do to him. The thought of Oliver on top of him, their legs tangled together as the Canadian kissed up and down his neck made him want to throw himself at the handsome bartender right now. He could feel Oliver's hands along his thighs, going higher to undo his pants while Leon worked hard to take off the other's clothes as well. He imagined how big the other would be... And big he was in Leon's mind. He wanted him though... He wanted him badly....

 

But just as Oliver came back to reality, Leon did too. He took another sip of his cider and put a hand to his cheeks, feeling just how hot they were. He needed to quit blushing or Oliver would think he was childish. At Oliver’s next words he tilted his head again. He understood perfectly, but the word usage was odd. It wasn’t how he had learned to speak and he wondered if he would come out of Canada sounding funny to all French speakers… Some weird mix of Canadian and French.

 

“J’étudie l’histoire ici. Je pense que beaucoup des gens trouvent l’histoire ennuyeux, mais je le trouve très intéressant. Mais, apprendre l’histoire ici est difficil a cause de mon français n’est pas bien. Et je n’ai pas beaucoup des amis alors je ne peux pas practiquer français.” He chuckled, once again trailing his finger along the rim of the cup. “Ma vie est solitaire et triste maintenant. Et toi? Tu es étudiant ici?”

 

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**Ah oui! Umm… Tu peux asseoir avec moi. Je veux te parler.

[Ah yes! You can sit with me. I want to talk to you.]

 

**J’étudie l’histoire ici. Je pense que beaucoup des gens trouvent l’histoire ennuyeux, mais je le trouve très intéressant. Mais apprendre l’histoire ici est difficil a cause de mon français n’est pas bien. Et je n’ai pas beaucoup des amis alors je ne peux pas practiquer français.

[i study history here. I think that a lot of people find history boring, but I find it very interesting. But learning history here is difficult because my French isn't good. And I don't have a lot of friends so I can't practice French.]

 

**Ma vie est solitaire et triste maintenant. Et toi? Tu est étudiant ici?

[My life is lonely and sad right now. And you? You're a student here?]

[taviss]

With Leon speaking about finding himself lonely and with his red cheeks, Olivier has difficulty to not grab Leon and kiss him. It’s ridiculous, you only just met him. You don’t even know if his gay. You can’t be that straightforward. You did this mistake enough with other men!

 

-“Non, en fait, je suis étudient à la Polythecnique de Montréal en Génie Physique. Je suis en troisième année. Le BAC est de quatre ans. Je travail ici parce que j'habite proche, à quelques rues en faite."

 

They chat about their respective studies. Olivier talks a bit about his friends and asks a lot about Leon’s family and friends in hope to find if he was gay or not, but didn’t find the answer. He asks about where he grow up, which State and city where he add lived. Olivier talks a bit about his hobby; Judo. He found out that Leon hobby is swing dancing and that he likes video games. And the time past, really quickly while they talk. Olivier gets them other drinks, another cider for Leon and a double Whiskey for him. And they talk again and again. Sometime in French, sometime in English. Olivier, helping the other when he was stuck. Sometime translating him an expression.

 

Olivier was more and more charmed by Leon. He likes the way he speaks and how his cheeks turn a soft shade of red when he was embarrassed. He likes the way he moves his hands while he passionately speaks about history. He likes his nice smile, just a bit shy.

 

Olivier looks his watch to see that it is already 2h in the morning. Clearly nobody is going to come here tonight so he could close the Pud early. He looks outside to see that the 40cm of snow adds really fall and it’ll be a pain in the ass to go out. He didn’t know if Leon was leaving nearby but metro and bus are stops between 1h a.m. and 5h a.m. Should he invite Leon to his home?

 

Olivier is very attracted to this guy and he feels that it is mutual. Or is it his three Whiskeys who make that impression? Oh and whatever, Olivier says with his flirty voice:

 

-“Je te trouve vraiment cute” looking straight in Leon’s eyes hoping for a reaction.

Did he understand me? In case he repeat:

 

-“I find you very cute, and attractive.” Maybe, he was a bit to clear this time, oups. Damn Whiskey!

 

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**“Non, en fait, je suis étudient à la Polythecnique de Montréal en Génie Physique. Je suis en troisième année. Le BAC est de quatre ans. Je travail ici parce que j'habite proche, à quelques rues en faite."

[No, in fact, I'm a student at the Polythecnique de Montréal in Physics egeneering. I'm in third grade. The BAC is four years. I work here because I live close by, a few blocks from here.]

 

**“Je te trouve vraiment cute”

[i find you very cute ]

[ACuckoo]

It went without saying that Leon found himself attracted to Olivier. Extremely attracted... Never mind that the other was handsome, but he was smart, funny, charming, and he could make drinks! It was as if Leon had found the perfect man. Who knew he was hiding in Canada all along? There was only one thing left to find out... Did he like men or women?

 

Probably women...

 

But the more they chatted, the more charming and amazing Leon found Olivier. He seemed really interested in the things Leon liked, he liked Judo and was so helpful when Leon found himself struggling to say something in French. Too perfect... He was just too perfect. Why did he have to be straight???!!!

 

But the idea that he was straight was instantly shot down the moment he made Leon blush (once again) with his words. "Ahh! Don't say it again! I understood you when you said it in French!" He couldn’t control his shock and wound up yelling at him in English, though he instantly regretted it. He had become flustered, but it wasn’t that he hated what Olivier said. On the contrary, it made him happy. Not only did he learn that Olivier had an interest in men, but more specifically he had an interest in Leon. This handsome, beautiful, amazing man was interested in him… And Leon needed to take advantage of that.

 

With his blush still on his face Leon settled down, smiling at the other man. “You’re drunk,” he said softly, not knowing at all how to say that in French. “Tu ne sais pas ce que tu dis. Mais… Je pense que tu es beau.” His smile grew wider, though he kept his head down, embarrassed that he was saying such a thing to a stranger. He reached over and gently fiddled with the man’s bow tie, if only to show a bit of affection.

 

“Il est tard, Olivier. Allez chez toi.” His voice was soft and he didn’t want to say it, but it was the truth. “Mais il fait froid et peut-etre dangereux. Tu a dis que tu habites proche? Appelles-moi quand tu arrives chez toi. Peux je voir ton télé?” He held out his hand for the other man’s phone so he could give him his phone number, but in reality he never really had to deal with such an intense snowstorm and he wanted Olivier there to help him get through it. It would be rude though to ask to go home with him regardless how scared he was of the storm. His eyes went back and forth between the storm outside and Olivier, and he bit his lip at the thought of having to deal with it alone. It would be nice to have a companion with him....

 

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**Tu ne sais pas ce que tu dis. Mais… Je pense que tu es beau.

[You don't know what you're saying. But... I think you're handsome.]

 

**Il est tard, Olivier. Allez chez toi.

[it's late, Olivier. Go home.]

 

**Mais il fait froid et peut-être dangereux. Tu a dis que tu habites proche? Appelles-moi quand tu arrives chez toi. Peux je voir ton télé?

[but it's cold and possibly dangerous. You said you live close by? Call me when you get home. Can I see your phone?]

[taviss]

Oups! Leon is yelling at him! Maybe he’s straight and didn’t like to be complimented by a man. It’s not the first time that this happen to Olivier. It’s not like everyone adds a bracelet or something with their sexual orientation written on it. He’ll just have to apologize for the situation. But just when he was about to speak, Leon talks again. I’m not that drunk, I know what I was saying... But? Did he heard correctly? Leon finding him handsome... Oh that means... Olivier smiles at that thought and looks the other reaching out his hand to place his bow tie. How cute!

 

Out in fascination of Leon’s reaction, Olivier prefers not to speak. Just fixing the nice man in front of him talking about going home, snow outside and télé? What? The word was spinning around in his head to find logic. Why would he need his TV? That’s not making any sense. He was speaking about snow, danger, to call him when home. Oh! His phone! Ok... But Olivier sees the way Leon looks outside. Like he clearly doesn’t know how to deal with this weather. When he bites his lips, Olivier laughs out loud.

 

-“HAHAHAHAHA, sorry, but you sound like a mom.” He went on with his charming smile, the one he knows that have seductive power;

-“It’s you who is new with this kind of snowstorm and you look a bit scared. I’ll not give you my phone. Not yet!” He takes Leon’s left hand in his, kiss it on top and looks back up in his brown eyes;

-“Viens chez moi ce soir, je vais te garder au chaud.”

 

 

 

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** -“Viens chez moi ce soir, je vais te garder au chaud.”

[Come to my home tonight, I'll keep you warm.]

[ACuckoo]

Leon just smiled at the other and poked him in his chest, “I sound like a mom because a certain someone is drunk!” Though by all standards Olivier seemed to be able to hold his liquor well. Sure, it was probably the alcohol that gave him the courage in the first place to call Leon cute, but everyone needed a little help being courageous every now and then. And look how it paid off. Leon was now aware that Olivier was interested in men and that he thought he was cute, and Olivier was now aware that Leon liked him as well. It all worked out, courtesy of booze.

 

But with such a pretty and charming smile, one that made Leon’s knees weak, Olivier denied the request for his cellphone, though Leon didn’t even have time to be disappointed before his hand was taken and kissed. How many times had he blushed tonight? Here was another one to add to the countless times his cheeks turned that soft shade of red. He understood exactly what the other said, exactly what he meant, and for a moment Leon felt dizzy that his fantasy might actually become reality.

 

“I’d like that.” He said with his shy smile, taking his free hand and running his fingers over the other’s very soft and very kissable lips before trailing the back of his hand over his cheek. “Je suis americain et les americains n’aiment pas le froid. Nous aimons le chaud.” 'Chaud' was a word he had been told to be careful with, but he really didn’t care right now… He was intending to flirt and if he said something a bit stronger by accident, then so be it.

 

The atmosphere was perfect for a kiss, but Leon didn’t have as much courage as Olivier. That or maybe he didn’t have as many drinks as Olivier. Nevertheless, he found himself wishing he wasn’t so passive… He prefered to let others take control, and if there was one thing he felt from the man beside him it was that he had a dominant aura, one that perfectly complimented Leon’s passive one. “Allons-y.” Leon said, standing and taking the other with him, only then realizing just how much taller he was. Which was fine. It only added to Olivier’s sexiness and dominance and besides, they probably fit well against on another. Leon threw on his coat and gloves, wishing his gloves were a bit thicker, then looked back at Olivier with a smile.

 

Perhaps just one kiss…? Leon stood on his tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to Olivier’s cheek, his own once again burning brightly at his action. “Thanks. For taking care of me.” He looked out again at the storm outside, knowing on the other side of it would be a paradise with this gorgeous Canadian man. “Lead the way.”

 

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**Je suis americain et les americains n’aiment pas le froid. Nous aimons le chaud

[i am American and Americans don't like the cold. We like the heat. (or we like the warmth).]

 

**Allons-y.

[Let's go.]

[taviss]

Yes! Leon said yes! Again Olivier is fascinated by the cute manners and tenderness the young man in front of him displays. Olivier feels a shiver in his body when the cute one touches his lips and then his cheek. This guy has an interest in him and he’s showing it. He had understood Olivier’s proposition. Even his voice intonation was flirty. Leon is not a cute little virgin who doesn’t know what to do when he’s being touch. Even if Olivier is a leader, he doesn’t like when someone just stays down, doing nothing or staying completely passive like a dead fish. He loves to feel the other urge and desire. He likes to have playful sex, have exchanges with the other, like a dance.

 

Olivier needs to go in the back store to lock up everything and shut the lights. He also has to go change and get his coat. He stands up and says: “Je vais chercher mon manteau et mettre mes bottes. Je reviens”

 

When he comes back with his coat on, Leon was there looking outside. Leon says “Allons-y” with such a cute accent that Olivier finds himself the need to kiss him. But he refrains to do so. He prefers to let the urge grow up, to be unbearable. Olivier smiles while the other puts on his coat. The atmosphere is clear. The two of them know exactly what’s going to happen the minute they set foot inside Olivier’s apartment. But they have a walk of ten minutes to do before. That’ll just add to the urge.

 

Olivier is looking outside when he feels something soft and hot on his cheek. A kiss! How many time would he’ll be so fascinated by this so damn cute reaction? He feels his cheeks become warm, is he blushing! This is already becoming unbearable. If Olivier lets his desires go out he’ll be probably ripping off Leon clothing right now. Stay calm, stay calm, he repeats to himself.

-“It’s my pleasure” He takes Leon left hand and opens the door. He leads the way just as asks. Locks the door. And walk at a good pace.

 

The snow had stop falling but it is not easier. The sidewalks are plow but it’s still slippery. Olivier stands before Leon because the trail is too small to be side by side, but he keeps Leon hand in his to give him balance on the way. While they walk, they stay silent, because with all the noise the snowplows are making, they probably would not hear each other. But Olivier hears some words beside him, really quiet at the beginning, but coming more clear with each step. The other does not seem to have something to say to Olivier because he's not trying to make Olivier looks back. Is he signing? Oh wow! That’s cute! He’s signing Baby It’s Cold Outside. Olivier laughs but not loudly enough to being heard by his companion. Olivier doesn’t react, he finds it really cute and doesn’t want Leon to stop. So he listens without the other notice and keep up walking.

 

When they reach Olivier’s street, he says: -“ I live there, over that stairs. On the second floor” He grabs more tightly the hand of Leon -“ Don’t fall, the snow makes the stairs slippery” Maybe it’s really slippery but he had said that just to feels Leon gripes himself on him.

 

He open the door, lets Leon enter and the moment the door is close Olivier grabs Leon’s shoulder to make him turn very quickly. In the same movement, Olivier kiss Leon, all his urge and desires set free. He keeps kissing and in the same time unbutton the coat of Leon so quickly he almost rips it. He really wants this cute American. With his body, he pushes Leon against the wall. It makes a loud bang. With a hand he grabs the rear of Leon’s head and he open his mouth in pursuit of his tongue.

 

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**“Je vais chercher mon manteau et mettre mes bottes. Je reviens"

[i'll go get my coat and put on my boots. I'm coming back]

[ACuckoo]

It was cold…Too cold. Far colder than Leon ever imagined the earth could get. He began shivering the instant he stepped outside, and though he had bought winter clothes when he got to Canada, this wasn’t sufficient. He reminded himself to hurry and buy a thicker coat, thicker gloves, earmuffs, a hat, a whole body suit if he wanted… Anything to handle this freezing weather. Perhaps he would even invite Olivier to go shopping for clothes with him assuming the Canadian didn’t consider this a one night stand. Leon hoped it wasn’t. He really liked Olivier, the closest thing he had to a friend here, and he wanted to keep getting to know him. Well, tonight was the night to have fun, tomorrow he would deal with all of the nonsense of whether this was a one time deal or not.

 

For now he needed to distract himself from the cold because as nice as it was to hold Olivier’s hand, it wasn’t doing much to keep him warm. “I really can’t stay… Baby it’s cold outside. I’ve got to go away… Baby it’s cold outside. This evening has been….” His favorite Christmas song popped into his head and he began singing it, chuckling at how appropriate it seemed. Though he was hardly fighting Olivier on the fact that he wanted to take him home. Still, it amused him and he imagined Olivier singing the male’s part while he sang the female’s part, fighting hard (or not so hard) to go home on this wintery, snowy day. The song worked to distract him until Olivier pointed out his apartment. It looked nice from the outside, but Leon was desperate to get in… Probably more so to get out of cold than to even spend the night with the sexy man beside him. The cold was really great at stifling any sexual desires.

 

But Olivier was used to this weather and it clearly did nothing to hinder his desires. Leon barely had to time to admire the apartment before he was grabbed, thrust against the wall, and kissed so deeply. His own desires came rushing back and he eagerly kissed the other man back, his cold, frozen hands working hard to get Olivier’s jacket off. His own jacket fell to the floor, followed by Olivier’s and with their lips still pressed together Leon began taking his own clothes off. It was a thing of his… He liked to be undressed first, for his partner to see him naked first. It made him feel a bit sluttish, but in these instances he considered it a good thing. Before he knew it his clothes were off and he was dragging Olivier to the couch deeper in the apartment.

 

“You’re supposed to be keeping me warm,” Leon said seductively, guiding Olivier to sit on the couch while he got on his knees and placed himself between the other’s legs. “You’re doing a terrible job, Olivier.” He smirked up at his companion, working quickly to undo his pants so he could get to work. His still cold hands finally undid Olivier’s pants to free his length, and Leon grinned widely at the size of it. Yes yes yes, This was exactly what he wanted.

 

“This is my absolute favorite thing to do.” He whispered, not at all lying. He wasn’t someone who slept around, who had been with many men, but he had been with enough to know that he loved pleasuring his partner like this. It was fun for him, and he knew it would be fun for Olivier too. He started off the same way he always did, dragging his tongue from the very bottom to the very tip, then sucking gently on the tip before taking in as much as he could. He sucked Olivier’s cock hard, moaning softly as he ran his hands under Olivier’s shirt to feel his muscles. Olivier was large and it was a task to fit him in his mouth, but as he said before, he loved doing this and he most certainly managed to do it. He was the type to be easily embarrassed and rather shy in the streets but in the bedroom he was quite feisty. He hoped Olivier would like that… And he hoped that dominant side of Olivier would enjoy controlling the eager and excitable Leon.

[taviss]

In the urge and passionate moment, he didn’t notice how that adds happen but Leon is now totally naked in front of him. Olivier’s hands and body are burning and that made the other’s skin under his touch feel even more cold. Olivier tries to warm him up by touching more his body and embracing him. They enter deeper in the apartment in movements and circle without letting go their kiss.

 

Olivier is being push on the couch by his partner. For the first time separates, Olivier takes a look to that small but not skinny man. He has a nice shape, some muscles, nothing compared to Olivier’s but just enough to be noticeable. He smirks as his eyes stop on Leon’s crotch, all standing tall, this cute guy has a not that small of a secret. He looks Leon kneels down between his legs. He replies to Leon’s reproach;

- “I can’t right now, you are taking off my pants.” Olivier feels Leon’s colds hands on his shaft and makes him realise how the poor foreigner is frozen to the bones. He’ll have to do something later but now he can’t. The other one is licking and sucking him. How could he think of something else? He didn’t lie when saying that he loves doing that, he’s doing it with passion and he’s fucking good at it. Leon’s moans and hand sliding on Olivier’s chest are going to destroy what’s left of his self control. Normally he would never do that on a first time, but he grabs hard the cute one’s hairs. Letting his own head drop on the back of the coach. He moans once and a second time louder. Leon is good, really good... Olivier intends to have a long night with Leon but if this goes on, it’s gone a be a short one... So good...So damn good... Stop, stop, stop. Olivier gently pushes Leon head away from his cock with his hand still in the other hairs. He leans over to kiss him deeply.

-“Let’s go to my room” He softly says in Leon right hear just before licks it and lightly bite it.

 

He lifts himself from the coach and grab tightly Leon’s wrist. He’s still cold. Olivier would have to really take care of that. He opens the second door in the corridor and pushes Leon in it before closing the door back. The bed was on the rigth side of the door and Olivier pushes Leon on it. It was intense but not violent. The cute one now on the bed Olivier takes off what was left of his clothes. He does it with some sensuality and playfulness in his movements. He slides himself on the bed on the other’s side. He takes all the sheets on the bed and put it over them like a child would do to make an imaginary house. Olivier embraces tightly, arms and legs around Leon to warm him with his hot skin. Without releasing his grip, he kisses Leon’s neck, shoulder, back, neck again and bite it lightly. With the sheets over their heads, Olivier’s hot skin and the hot breathing, the temperature was getting up and the skin of his companion was now normal.

 

Olivier uses a judo movement and quickly pins down Leon on the bed. He is a Judo black belt so he can moves someone without him be able to react. Olivier his now on top of Leon who’s now face down his body lay down. Olivier sits himself between the legs of his partner and presses his hand over the other’s back with the pressure a hard massage would have. He leans to kiss his ass that he found amazingly sexy:

-“ What do you prefer for now, take or being take?”

[ACuckoo]

He knew that Olivier was enjoying this lovely little blowjob. Leon could tell by the way he gripped his hair, by the way he moaned, by the way he moved... It was all Leon wanted to do, to please his partner. He continued to suck on him, his hands still touching the other man as his tongue traveled all around the big, delicious cock. His own moans vibrated against it and he thought that Olivier might hit his limit soon enough, that is until the other man pulled away and kissed him. The bedroom? He didn't have to tell Leon twice....

 

Leon fell onto the bed, turned on by this man's strength and watched happily as he undressed himself. Leon's tongue peeked out to wet his lips and he instantly curled up against the other man when he joined him on the bed. He couldn't help the giggle that escaped him when Olivier covered them with the blanket, though that giggle quickly turned to soft moans as he was kissed and touched. How was Olivier so warm when they had just come in the freezing cold? Not that Leon was complaining. He clung to him, running his fingers through Olivier's soft hair as he worked, and did an excellent job of making Leon warm. The American moaned softly as he was kissed and touched, and he whispered the other's name while his hands explored the other man's body.

 

He was completely warm by the time Olivier flipped him into his stomach, and he was so turned on by the strength of this man. It must have been from his martial arts training... To be handled so tenderly then so roughly... What else could he expect from Olivier? "Take me," he said to him, turning his head to look back at Olivier. "I want you to take me. Do whatever you want with me."

[taviss]

Olivier smiles widely, slips his left arm under Leon’s pelvis to lift him. He puts his two hands on each side of the other’s buttock, brings his face between and slides his tongue from the tip of the other’s cock all the way to the butt hole. He licks with the tip at first and makes little circles. After some time he adds more pressure and does wider movements to wet and loosens him up. He moves back, licks his index and middle fingers, slides the first one on the top of the slip between the two cheeks and goes down to the anus where he pushes in. He adds the other one very quickly. Olivier, for himself, likes it when it’s a bit painful. So when he’s with a new partner, it’s his test to know if he can go in that direction. If the other responds with pleasure, they’ll be compatible, but if his companion tells him to go slower because it’s painful, he’ll finish the night normally, but will probably never call him back again.

 

Leon's reaction is just what he adds hope. So he removes his fingers, to not loosen him up too much. He places himself on his knee, lifts Leon’s ass a bit to align him more. Before entering him, Olivier lays his upper body on Leon, embraces him with his long arms and bites the cute one shoulder. He bites him again, licks his neck and hears and in the same time he teases Leon’s dick. He sweetly whispers directly in his hear so his warm breath would be felt:

-“J’entre... Moan for me”

 

He puts some lube on him over the condom and on the little butt hole in front of him. Both hands on Leon’s rear, griping it tightly, enough to leaves red marks, Olivier pushes his shaft in. He starts thrusting, trying to feel his new partner. Everyone is different and likes different things and Olivier is the kind of person who likes to pleasure his companion. Still exploring and be attentive to Leon reactions, he travels one hand on his chest in seeks of his nipples while the other hand strokes his cock. Olivier pinches and rubs his partner’s nipples and thrust in hard. He founds Leon’s perfect spot, his prostate.

 

He founds Leon's moans so sexy. He wants to see him and be able to kiss him deeply, so he stops, removes himself out and with another judo technic, he reverses Leon on his back. Olivier lifts the cute one ass and invades it again. He moans, while thrusting hard the other’s inside. His left hand pumps Leon’s cock, the other hand scratching his chest. He leans over to kisses deeply, his rigth hand gripping the other’s hair. And he thrusts harder on Leon’s spot, really hard. The other sounds making Olivier shivers and moans two. He continues intensely, soaks in sweat until the other comes. Leon’s sounds of pleasure bring Olivier to his own long and intense orgasm, shivers of pleasure in all his body. Out of strength and still in the pleasure’s cloud, he lets his body rest on Leon, his face in his partner’s neck, kissing it. He stays there about ten minutes, kissing the neck of the amazing person he had found, wishing he’ll accept to see him again. Olivier knows that sometime, men are not that much in relation and more in one-night. He also hopes that he didn’t scare him with his intensity even if he has contained himself.

 

He lifts his heavy body, sits on the bed side, takes off the condom and trow it. He takes a bath towel he keeps nearby his bed and cleans Leon chest smiling tenderly. “Thanks, I really loved it” He kisses deeply again Leon, slides his body on his side and rests his head on his shoulder. He falls asleep in an instant, Leon’s amazing smell and perfume making him dizzy.

 

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** "J'entre... Moan for me"

[i go in... Moan for me]

[ACuckoo]

He could feel Olivier's tongue reaching all the way from his cock to his most private area, and he moaned softly as it explored within him. Olivier certainly knew exactly how to make a man cry out in pleasure. The more he worked, the less self control Leon had. It only took a moment before that luscious wet tongue was replaced with fingers, and Leon couldn't stop his hips from pushing against him, silently begging for more than just fingers. He moaned softly, squirming a bit more from desperation than anything else. After having that large, thick cock in his mouth these fingers were just a tease. He knew what the other had and wanted it... Thankfully Olivier heard his pleas and quickly took his fingers out, though before he did anything he placed himself over the Leon's body, kissing him and touching him in ways that the young American never experienced. It was nice to be with a man, not a boy. Someone who knew what they were doing and how to please another man.

 

His body felt particularly sensitive as it was touched, and he was moaning even before Olivier told him to. He tried to kiss at the other while he was still so near him, but he was stopped as he felt the large cock enter him. He gasped as it slid inside, cringing at both the pleasure and the pain. "Oh... Olivier..." The other wasted no time in thrusting into him, the sound of their bodies smacking together echoing through the room. Everything the other was doing, the way he was touching him and being so rough with him turned leon on. He wanted more, so much more.

 

And he got it. He received another show of strength from the other man as he flipped him over, penetrating his body once again. Leon gasped at the action, but moaned loudly at just how strong Olivier really was. He squirmed under him, wrapping his arms around him as he was kissed, though the intensity of all made him scratch roughly down the other's back. He hardly noticed what he had done though, he was so overcome with pleasure. His moaned loudly into Olivier's mouth, his moans growing louder and louder until he came onto himself. His body fell completely limp when he released, and it wasn't long before Olivier followed suit, falling atop him and kissing him tenderly. Leon clung to him and kissed his hair, his other hand gently running up and down his arm. "Olivier..." He whispered in his ear, and he whines softly when the other got up. It was for a good reason though... Leon smiled softly as he was cleaned and thanked, and he motioned for the other to join him again. "Non. Je doit te dire merci. Merci bien. It was wonderful." He wondered if Olivier would honor him with a next time. This first time was so rough, so intense, yet so tender... He could only wonder what else the other man had up his sleeve. After their kiss Olivier rejoined him, and Leon wrapped his arms around him to keep him close. Tomorrow morning would decide it all, if he stayed or if he was told to go. Until then he would enjoy the warmth of the other man, kissing his lips until they both fell asleep.

[taviss]

Olivier wakes up at eleven in the morning, Leon still asleep at his side. He looks at him finding him cute and so vulnerable. He stands up really slowly making sure not to wake him up. He was rough last night, so Leon probably needs to rest a bit more.

Olivier gets out of the room and goes strait to the fridge. Drinking his orange juice is the first thing he does in the morning before even pee. He heard someone talks:

 

-“Hey, Olivier, salut!” Marlène says looking back at him from the couch. She smiles widely -“ Pas que je n’aime pas voir ton sublime cul et ton morning erection le matin, mais ta date risque de te trouver intence de te promener tout nul devant ta coloc hétéro. Vas mettre des boxer espèce d’exibitioniste!”

 

Olivier realises that he could be judge by his new friend for doing such weird things. Marlène is his long time best friend. They are inseparable till highschool. They even add sex together when they add 15 years old, Olivier had realised on that day that he was Homosexual. So it’s normal for them to move around the apartment naked. They have an intense and weird relationship.

 

-“ Ouin, j’avous que c’est pas très habituel, je m’en vas pisser avant.” Olivier replies a laugh in his voice. He goes to the bathroom. When he comes out, still naked, Marlène calls out:

 

-“Heil j’ai pas eu mon bec” She points with her finger her lips with her eyes close.

 

Olivier smiles, walks in her direction and leans over the back of the couch kiss her lips, he does it like a child would do to his mom. Olivier leans against the backseat. Marlène says:

 

-“Heil, le mec que t’as rammener doit vraiment être ton genre, je t’ai jamais entendus faire autant de bruit. Pis t’as le dos tout graffigné en passent!”

 

-“ Ouin, y’é vraiment trop cute. St’un américain! Je pense pas avoir eu de bon sexe demême depuis un criss de boute. J’ai quand même pas sorti mes cordes, mais au moins y’aime ça roffe.” Olivier says smiling.

 

-“Criss, j’ai sérieusement pensé que t’allais défoncer le mur!” Marlène looks back at Olivier and they laugh really loudly.

 

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**-“ Pas que je n’aime pas voir ton sublime cul et ton morning erection le matin, mais ta date risque de te trouver intence de te promener tout nul devant ta coloc hétéro. Vas mettre des boxer espèce d’exhibitionniste!”

[ Not that I don't like to see your amazing ass and your morning erection in the morning but your companion could finds you a bit intense to wander around the apartment naked in front of your hetero roomate. Go puts on boxer, exhibitionist!]

 

** "Ouin, j’avous que c’est pas très habituel, je m’en vas pisser avant."

[Yeah, I know that's not really common, but I'll go pee before.]

 

**“Heil j’ai pas eu mon bec”

[Hey, I didn't have my kiss]

 

**“Heil, le mec que t’as rammener doit vraiment être ton genre, je t’ai jamais entendus faire autant de bruit. Pis t’as le dos tout grafigné en passent!”

[Hey, the man you invited last night is your type? I have never heard you makes so much noise. And your back is all scratch]

 

** “ Ouin, y’é vraiment trop cute. St’un américain! Je pense pas avoir eu de bon sexe demême depuis un criss de boute. J’ai quand même pas sorti mes cordes, mais au moins y’aime ça roffe.”

[ Yeah! He's very cute. He's an American! I don't think a had such good sex in a long time. I didn't bring out my ropes but I anycase he likes it rough.]

 

**“Criss, j’ai sérieusement pensé que t’allais défoncer le mur!”

[i seriously thought that you were going to smash the wall!]

[ACuckoo]

Leon awoke slowly, yawning softly as felt around for his partner… Only to find he wasn’t there. He moaned softly, though he figured the other was off making breakfast or working out or whatever his morning routine was. Leon himself thought he could easily fall back asleep, but he stayed awake and sat up, looking around for his clothes only to remember that he had left them next to the door. He wasn’t too worried about it. He doubted Olivier would care if he walked around naked. Maybe they could have some morning fun too.

 

With one more yawn, Leon stood up and glanced around the room, for the first time taking it in. The other had some interesting things like a tatami mat, but for the most part it looked like a normal room. There was an interesting painting, novels and manga on the bookcase (how exciting to see French manga!), normal hygienic things on the dressers. Nothing out of the ordinary. But every man had his secrets. Leon giggled as he opened the drawers, looking through them for anything interesting. Clothes, clothes, boxer drawer, and… Oh… There we are. Leon grinned widely at the butt plug and other sex toys he found. They looked fun and he couldn’t help but want to try them out. Maybe he would put on a show for Olivier later. He put them away and started to head to the door so he could try to find Olivier, but his curiosity got the better of him and he looked through the sports bag. Once again, everything seemed normal, but then he found something unusual… A rope. He tilted his head at it and he wondered why he would need one…. It was thick and part of him got excited at certain thoughts….

 

He needed to find Olivier. He wanted to kiss him and hold again. He wanted to suck on him again, every man liked being sucked off in the morning. He left the room and called for him, and saw him in all of his naked glory beside the couch… With a lady. Leon stopped short when he saw her, forgetting he was naked in favor of wondering who the hell this girl was. Olivier was gay, that was certain so… A roommate?

 

“Oh my god, Olivier!” He didn’t bother speaking French as he flew back into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. “You know most people say when they have a roommate!!” He yelled from inside the bedroom as he fell back onto the bed. He wasn’t angry so much as embarrassed. Not only did he walk out in front of his woman with no clothes on but they were so loud last night! He was loud! He hid his now red face in his hands as he curled under the sheets of the bed. “You asshole,” he mumbled.

[taviss]

Olivier and Marlène laughing is interrupted by the door of Olivier’s room being open. A totally naked Leon got out, froze and returns back yelling at Olivier. Oups! Olivier gets up and walks quickly in his room while saying loudly:

-“Oh shit, I’m sorry, I though that I told you last night, I’m sooo sorry.”

 

He was sure that he had told him about Marlène when they were talking last night. Maybe that’s why Leon didn’t keep his voice down while they were fucking. Normally, he tells his conquest about him having a roommate, but this time he as totally forgot in the urge to undress and kiss Leon. Well, at least it as lets Leon be himself without any inhibitions.

 

Olivier sees Leon on the bed under the sheets. He approaches carefully the bed and kneels on the side of it.

-“I’m sorry... I was sure that I told you about Marlène. I’m so so so sorry.”

He lifts the blanket a bit to be able to slide his head and torso under it. He places a hand on his flame’s cheek. He smiles shyly trying to looks in his eyes.

-“I’m really sorry, please forgive me” He almost whisper it.

[ACuckoo]

How could he deny that charming smile? That charming voice? Those charming eyes? The answer was simple: he couldn't. Leon instantly succumbed to Olivier's sweet and innocent apology and gently kissed the hand that was on his cheek. "Don't be so forgetful next time." Not that this advice would go anywhere... The damage was done, so him being forgetful would do no harm.

 

"Come on then. Give me a kiss." He smiled as he tugged on the other man until he was on top of him, the blanket covering both of them. Leon wrapped his arms around the Olivier's neck and kissed him sweetly before deepening it into something more passionate. Eventually he pulled away, running his fingers down the Olivier's cheek and lips. "Well what I am going to eat for breakfast then? Something yummy and Canadian?" He grinned for a moment before speaking again. "Oh, and I'll need my clothes from the entrance way if I'm to meet your roommate."

[taviss]

He’s being drew under the sheets in the bed by his cute companion to be kiss and embrace. Olivier likes the feeling of Leon’s skin under him. He puts a hand under Leon’s neck and slides the other on his chest. The kisses are passionate and Olivier tightens his grip on the back of the neck of the young American. His mind is being drag in desire and lust again but then Leon breaks their kiss. Oh hey! Why did you stop? Oh he’s hungry... ok, but maybe after!

 

-“Oh! Tes vêtements! Je vais aller te les chercher. I don’t have many things for breakfast that are different from what you are accustom to but I have maple syrup. I can make you a fruit bowl with yogurt and maple syrup if you would like? You know, real maple syrup.”

 

Olivier lifts himself from the bed and smiles when realising that he was still excited by the feeling of the other skin on his and their kiss. Walking over his drawer, his boner still there; “You make me want to take you again rigth now.” He puts on a boxer, a pyjamas pants and a T-shirt. He gets out of the room and comes back rapidly with Leon clothes. He hangs them over to Leon.

 

Olivier smiles at Leon, taking his hand to bring him out of the room. He points a chair at him so he could sit. Olivier opens the fridge and takes out fruits, yogurt and maple syrup. He prepares the food. In the same time, Marlène who is very curious, turn around in the couch puts her arms on the back seat and looks at Leon.

 

-“Salut! I’m Marlène. What’s your name” She spoke a clear English but with a little Québécois accent. Not something that is horrible but know that English is not her first language.

 

-“I’m sorry for earlier. You have a nice body by the way, so don’t be ashamed. You can walk around the place naked again if you like.” She says that with a serious face but still smiling.

 

-"Fuck, Marlène. Arrête! Tu vas le traumatiser, pis il voudra pus revenir!” Olivier says it looking back at Marlène with a tone of voice a bit irritated.

 

Olivier puts in front of Leon a bowl of apples, pears, strawberries and raspberries. He places the yogurt so Leon could put himself the amount he want. Olivier takes the maple syrup, leans over Leon’s shoulder so his face was near his and says while doing it:

-“ Le truc c’est de le laisser couler en mince filet sur les fruits.”

 

Marlène burst out laughing: “ HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Caliss Olivier tu sonnes cheasy.”

 

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** “Oh! Tes vêtements! Je vais aller te les chercher."

[Oh! Your clothes! I'll go get them.]

 

** "Fuck, Marlène. Arrête! Tu vas le traumatiser, pis il voudra pus revenir!”

[Fuck, Marlène. Stop! You'll traumatize him and he'll never want to come back! ]

 

** “Le truc c’est de le laisser couler en mince filet sur les fruits.”

[The trick is to lets it pour down in a thin trickle on to of the fruits."]

 

** “ HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Caliss Olivier tu sonnes cheasy.”

[Damn Olivier, you sound really cheasy."]

[ACuckoo]

“I never said you couldn’t take me again. I may not be so loud now since I know about your secret roommate.” Leon grinned at the other while staying curled under the sheets, watching as Olivier left then reappeared with his clothes. He quickly got dressed then followed the other man out of the room, his cheeks burning red at the sight of the woman. He still couldn’t get over his embarrassment… She had heard them last night plus she had seen him naked. As much as he wanted to forget all that it would be impossible.

 

“I’m Leon.” He told her, keeping his eyes on her until she called him out on his nakedness. His eyes grew wide and he lowered his head, blushing even more at how she so easily said that. At least Olivier was there to defend him, but still… “I think I’ll keep my clothes on.” Still, he could sense the humor behind her words regardless of how humiliated he was. She was nice and liked to tease… A lot like Olivier he supposed. That may have been why they were living together and why they were friends. Two peas in a pod or partner in crime. At least she liked what she saw apparently...

 

“Don’t worry, Olivier. I’ll come back. If you’ll have me.” He gently kissed Olivier’s cheek as he was served a tasty looking dish. He chuckled at the other man’s words, unable to help the wide smile that grew on his face or the second kiss he planted on his cheek. “You do sound a little cheesy, but I love it.” After there was a sufficient amount of syrup and yogurt on his dish he dug in, sighing softly at the tasty food.

 

“Merci, Olivier. Je suis content. Mais je pense que avant le petit-dejeuner... “ He trailed off, lowering his voice as he spoke in the other’s ear. He doubted Marlène wouldn’t be able to hear, but he could only hope he spoke softly enough so she wouldn’t be aware of what he said. “Well, I can help you take care of that thing you’re carrying around in your pants.”

 

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**Merci, Olivier. Je suis content. Mais je pense que avant le petit-dejeuner...

[Thanks, Olivier. I'm happy. But I think that after breakfast...."

[taviss]

Yeah... he did sound cheesy, but what can he says, it’s a part of him, he likes to flirt and sometime, it comes out a bit too much like in a movie. Olivier sits on the chair next to Leon, his own bowl of fruits and yogurt in front of him and digs in two. Damn, he was hungry! Olivier has very good stamina, but he needs to eat a lot to make up for it. Normally after a workout he eats something, but last night he was drawn into sleep by the nice smell of Leon. Oh and how amazing time he had last night! Again, his perverted mind is off... Leon moves his face closer to Olivier to speak in his ear. Olivier looks over at Marlène only to see that she was watching TV and not paying attention to them. He replies:

 

-“You know, by saying that you are not helping me at all!” Olivier looks back at Leon. “Marlène will be out to work in 15 minutes” He leans at Leon to whisper in his ear in his turn;

- “Do you want to take a shower...with me?”

 

 

By the time they finish their food, Marlène is in the entrance door and ready to leave.

-“Bonne journée les enfants, soyez sage!” She says laughing and closing the door behind her.

 

Olivier puts the dishes in the sink and goes in his room to grab a clean bath-towel for his gest. Handing the towel at Leon, he smiles largely. “Suis-moi” He leads the way to the bathroom where he starts the shower. Voluntarily showing his back at the cute one, he removes his T-shirt and lets it slip on the ground. Olivier loves men’s back muscles, he knows how he looks like and he’s a bit exhibitionist, so he likes to tease his conquest by showing his masculinity. In the day light entering by the window, his tattoo, starting at the back of his left shoulder and going down on half of his arm, looks at it’s best. He stretches his arm to evaluate the temperature of the water...

 

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** “Bonne journée les enfants, soyez sage!”

[Have a good day children, be good boys!]

 

** "Suis-moi"

[ Fallow me]