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

[ACuckoo]

Leon smiled and giggled when he was invited to shower, only nodding his response. He leaned over to kiss the other man on his cheek, eagerly waiting for Marlène to leave. She was fun sure, but there were things he and Olivier needed to do. When she left he waved, but instantly followed the other man to the bathroom. Another smile creeped onto his face when Olivier was showing off, and he walked over to indulge the other man. He placed his hands on his back and ran them up and down those wonderful muscles. “You’re so strong, aren’t you?” he said playfully, placing soft kisses on his back, particularly on his tattoo. Leon himself didn’t have any tattoos, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love them.

 

He quickly took off his own clothes, then moved in front of Olivier to work on taking off his pants. “You can’t wear these into the shower, silly.” Once they were off Leon pulled the other into the shower, feeling the same spark he had felt the previous night. With the water falling all around them he pulled Olivier into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck to once again feel his strong muscles. Perhaps these muscles had something to do with the ropes he had found in his room? Maybe it was worth asking?

 

“So what are you into, Olivier?” He asked, lowering his head to kiss and nip happily at the other’s neck. “Any particular kinks? Handcuffs?” His hand found his partner’s cock and he slowly, torturously began to stroke him. “Bondage?” While still playing with Olivier’s cock he lowered his kisses to the other’s chest. “Vibrators?” His kisses lowered to his stomach. “Ropes, maybe?” At that he lowered down more, moving his hand to take the other in his mouth, sucking just as slowly and teasingly as his hand had been working at him. He rolled his eyes up to look at the other, waiting for an answer, if Olivier decided to answer.

[taviss]

The American’s hands sliding on his back and the kisses leaves on in skin are enough to turn his body on. Being strip and pull again by Leon, this cute and small man, is all that he needs to make him boils of lust. The water making their deep kiss even more wet, Olivier’s hands slides on Leon’s body all the way down to his ass, that he grabs tightly enough to leaves marks and scratches.

 

While Olivier’s neck is receiving kisses and being bites, the other one starts to speak. What I’m into, what I like? Kinks? Handcuff? What? Why these questions? Maybe He just want to know what I like... He sighs when his cock is grab and begins to be strokes. Bondage? Oh hey what? He moans softly, feeling Leon kisses going down. His head in a cloud of lust and pleasure, making it difficult to concentrate on the questions. Vibrators? Still a bit confuses in the pleasure, he regains all his head in an instant when Leon mentions the word "rope". He had left Leon alone in his room, the little American had probably rifles in his stuff. Shit! He never talks about that before the third or the fourth time he sees someone. It had already scared many of his conquests. They find it funny and kinky at the beginning when it’s only hands or ankles but they run away as soon as it’s become more. He hopes that Leon didn’t found those under his bed but only the one in his sport bag. He looks back at Leon’s intense gaze, who is waiting for an answer while teasing his shaft in his mouth. Olivier can’t escape, he has to answer. Ah pis fuck! He clears his throat:

 

-“I’m learning Hojojutsu since a year and a half. You know that I’m a black belt Judoka. In my martial art school, advance students can take sides classes. My Sensei advises me to do Hojojutsu. We are only two students who were invited to add a side class. My friend chooses Jujutsu.” He moans softly again. He hopes that was enough for now. It’s not a lie, but it’s not all the truth.

 

While Olivier really is learning Hojojutsu, he’s also learning Kinbaku. His Sensei knowing him till childhood, he knew that Olivier would like the artistic side of Kinbaku. Hojojutsu is an aggressive art. After using Judo technics to takedown and subdue the opponent, Hojojutsu technics come in to finish the job by tying and restrain the adversary. Kinbaku, to be performed, needs a willing partner, like a dance, the art is series of movements that lead to a final position. The partner needs to let himself be lead in the journey of being ties.

 

He says while grabbing the other hairs furiously, preventing Leon to be able to let go;

-"You look into my stuff, naughty boy." He adds still gripping his hair tightly;

-“Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t like latex, collar and leather, or other stuff like that. I find them really cliché and it’s just not for me.”

 

He loosens his grip on Leon's head, his fingers still in his hair but with no force in his arm so the other one could easily move his head or just stop everything. Olivier starts to rock his hips slowly.

 

 

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** Ah pis fuck!

[Oh screw that!]

 

Hojojutsu: The traditional Japanese martial art of restraining a person using cord or rope.

Kinbaku: Japanese style of bondage, which involves tying up the bottom using simple yet visually intricate patterns.

[ACuckoo]

Leon raised his eyebrow, but couldn't move away to say anything before Olivier grasped his hair. He moaned at the rough treatment, his mouth still over the other's cock. He rolled his eyes up to look at him, and began sucking on him again when his grip lightened. Still, he wondered if he was getting the full truth here. He didn't understand martial arts like Olivier did, and while he found it hot that his partner was interested in it and successful at it, he still wasn't an expert at it. That being said, he understood the other was saying the rope had something to do with his hobby... But surely that couldn't have been all.

 

Leon quickly removed his mouth from Olivier's cock and stood up, pushing the other against the wall, his hands flat on his chest. "You're not lying to me, are you?" He nuzzled Olivier's neck them leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm sorry I went through your things... But surely there's more to this story than just your ropes being used for martial arts. Tell me the truth or I'll never suck you off again." He smiled widely at the other, running a finger up and down his cock. If Olivier was telling the truth then fine, he would let it go. But if there was more... "Bonus points if you tell me how you'll use them on me." Leon wasn't so naive... But he hoped he didn't get this completely wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was come off sounding aggressive or insane and scare off this man who had been so wonderful to him.

[taviss]

Being push against the wall somehow turns on a switch in Olivier. The fighting switch, his competition side, the one that is trigger when he competes in his martial art. He replies smiling; “ No, I never lie. NEVER.” He really never lies, he can easily not tell everything or completely hide something but he never lies, because he doesn’t find it useful. At the other threat, a wide smile a bit weird appear on Olivier’s face. While he normally has a charming smile full of warm and kindness, this one was more aggressive in a way. His gaze, trying to pierce through the other’s brown eyes, is adding to the fight tension that had rise around them. How can someone he just met the night before could see through him so easily. He had a relation that had hold for ten months and his lover had never understood him like that. At that time, when this switch was turn on, it had always finished in a real fight, not playful at all. His ex has never understand this part of Olivier.

 

Olivier turns Leon against the wall where he was a fraction of second ago. Making a big pressure on the American’s chest with his left forearm, enough to make his breathing a bit difficult, one knee pressing hard just over Leon’s cock, on his pubis and Olivier’s other hand keeping the other’s left wrist on the wall. Olivier gazes again at Leon’s eyes. He draws his face really close to the other one so their lips are almost touching. He licks Leon’s lips and says:

 

-“Tu n’as aucune idée de ce que tu viens de déclancher... Je commencerais par te contraindre au sol, un genou sur ton torce, tes mains coincés par mes bras et tes jambes prisent en clef par mon autre jambe.” He says it softly, his weird smile still on his face. He lets go down his knee, still making a hard pressure on the other’s chest but with his hand now, he kneels slowly while saying:

 

-“Ensuite avec ma hayanawa, je t’attacherais les poignets à tes chevilles. Pour finir, je passerais l’hayanawa à ton cou.” With that he brings his two hands on each side of Leon’s hips, pressing him hard against the wall and starts to suck him fiercely. He takes all of Leon’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard enough to be painful. He even bites the glans with his back teeth a few time. He continue till his victim come in his mouth. He takes it all and keeps it.

 

Without letting the American the time to think or move, Olivier stands up, pressing all his weight against Leon’s body and takes his head in his hands. He smiles weirdly again, forces open the mouth of Leon and kisses, letting all the cum in his mouth through the other’s.

 

-“Swallow” He says really firmly. “ This was for rifling through my stuff.”

 

He puts his grip on Leon’s shoulders to shift their position so Olivier could put his back against the wall. He slides a hand over Leon’s chest making scratches. While pushing the cute one to kneel he says:

 

-“ Now that I’ve answers your question, finish what you’ve started.” He grabs firmly his partner’s hair, pushing his head over his shaft, not letting him any choice. He rocks his hips in the other’s skilful mouth, letting out some moans a few time. The pleasure burning inside him, feeling every little movements Leon is making. He’s so good at this. Olivier never lets his grip on Leon’s hair loosens till the moment he burst in pleasure letting all his semen come out in his partner’s mouth. He quickly removes himself and puts one hand on Leon’s mouth, so he could not spit. He looks rigth in his brown eyes:

 

-“Swallow” Again really firmly. “This is for threatening me.”

 

He had won the fight. His smile change for the warm and charming one. He closes his eyes, bring the cute American’s face near his and kisses him deeply. He whispers “Je m’excuse, Leon.”

 

 

 

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** Tu n’as aucune idée de ce que tu viens de déclancher... Je commencerais par te contraindre au sol, un genou sur ton torce, tes mains coincés par mes bras et tes jambes prisent en clef par mon autre jambe.”

[You don't have any idea what you've just triggers... I'd start by pin you down on the ground, one knee on your chest, your hands stuck by my arms and your legs locked by my other leg.]

 

** “Ensuite avec ma hayanawa, je t’attacherais les poignets à tes chevilles. Pour finir, je passerais l’hayanawa à ton cou.”

[After, with my hayanawa, I'll tie your wrist and ankles together. In the end, I’ll tie your neck with the rest of the hayanawa.]

 

** “Je m’excuse, Leon.”

[im sorry, Leon.]

 

Hayanawa: strong, thin cord (usually 3–4 millimeters diameter) "fast rope". Use to tie quickly.

[ACuckoo]

It didn’t take long for Leon to realize how much of a mistake it was to threaten a martial arts expert. He gasped when he was suddenly in Olivier’s position, his back against the wall with the other pinning him down. He could feel his strength now, differently than how he felt it last night. This was a fighter’s strength, not so much a lover’s. He stared into the other man’s eyes, his body pinned at so many places he could hardly keep up with it. It was difficult to breath, he couldn’t move his arm, and he was scared of the knee that was so close to his cock. Olivier’s dominant aura overtook him and Leon found himself unwilling to tease or make fun of the other. All he could do was listen and obey whatever he told him.

 

But it seemed Olivier wasn’t ready to give out commands. Not yet. Leon’s eyes flicked back and forth from this new, aggressive smile to those intense eyes as he listened to what the other was saying. He didn’t catch all of it, not with his mind trying to comprehend this new side of Olivier that had revealed itself, but he caught the gist of it. He knew he triggered the fighter that was inside of his lover. He understood that he would one day, probably sooner rather than later, be pinned down and treated like an opponent. A losing opponent.

 

His breathing grew to hard gasps even when Olivier let him go and started to kneel. Though it was while he was kneeling that Leon heard a few words that really made him shiver. He didn’t have to understand everything to know what he was saying. All he needed was to understand was that he was referring to the rope and his body parts. His wrist, his ankles… His neck. He reached up to run his fingers along his neck, his eyes watering not from fear, but simply from the other’s intense aura. He swallowed hard, thinking about what it would be like to feel that rope around his neck when Olivier took him in his mouth. Leon had been distracted with thought so it happened unexpectedly and he cried out loudly. He’d never had someone suck him off so aggressively, and his watery eyes let tears fall as he cried out from the pain, though he couldn’t deny the pleasure. How long had he been waiting for a man so dominant to take control of him? It was almost like a dream.

 

“O-Oli--ahhh!” He cried out again when he felt teeth along his shaft. He couldn’t stop his cries and they echoed throughout the bathroom; thank goodness Marlène had left. He bit his wrist to keep from full on screaming, though he did release a muffled scream once he came in the other’s mouth. As intense as that was he hadn’t felt so good in a long time, but it was hardly over. Before he could even try to move his body was pinned down by Olivier’s, and he tried shouting as he was forced to swallow his own cum. His eyes squeezed shut and he cringed at the salty taste, but he felt that he couldn’t deny the other man’s commands. With difficulty he swallowed most of it, gasping and coughing as he did so while some escaped and dribbled down his chin. If it wasn’t for Olivier’s body pressed against his he didn’t think he would be able to stand, but he didn’t have to worry about that.

 

Before he knew it was on his knees, hardly able to recover before the other’s cock was shoved into his mouth. He had been told to finish what he had started and he didn’t intend to refuse. It wasn’t like Olivier gave him choice. That was part of his dominance; he left no room for argument when he gave his commands in such a strong way. Leon moaned when the other moved his hips, and he moved his head in the same rhythm to give him more pleasure. His tongue worked all around the shaft, particularly playing at the tip where he could taste some leakage. This wasn’t his first time getting fucked in the mouth, but Olivier did it with confidence, knowing what he wanted and knowing the small American would give it to him. He shoved himself in fully and Leon had no choice but to accept him, and he gladly did. When Olivier finally came he released in Leon’s mouth, then pulled the much smaller man up and covered his mouth. Leon stared at him with wide, watery eyes when he told him to swallow, and he nodded as he did so. He had fallen under Olivier’s spell and knew he wanted to do anything to please him.

 

And thankfully he had. The atmosphere changed and the smile that was on the Canadian’s face was sweet and charming like the very first time he smiled at him at the bar. He kissed him deeply, saying something Leon didn’t recognize, but he knew it was sweet. He could tell from his tone and based on what he had said Leon could guess well enough what he meant. Pardon; excuse me; sorry…. Leon's eyes were still watering, a few tears escaping to fall down his cheeks, and he hoped the other man understood he wasn’t crying because he was uncomfortable. He was simply tearing because of such intensity he’d never experienced before, but always wanted to. He hugged him close, the water falling over them as he rested his head on the other’s chest, his body shivering after the unfamiliar treatment. He didn’t know what to say… He didn’t know what to tell this man who showed Leon just how powerful he could be. And this probably wasn’t even the half of it. But he had to let him know that he liked this… It was new, unexpected, and wonderful. No man had ever been so dominant with him even when they tried and he wanted to continue this. But how to say that?

 

He ran a shaky hand over the Olivier’s muscular chest and lightly nuzzled him. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing to apologize for. So don’t.”

[taviss]

Olivier thoughts are a mess. He was maybe a bit too intense. He knows that Leon didn’t dislike it, because he was responsive and a man’s body doesn’t lie but did he like it? That, Olivier is not sure about it. His new flame is hugging him close but he’s shivering and he’s smiling but his eyes are full of tears. The American lifts a shaky hand on Olivier’s chest. Is he hate me now? His body is shaking... Maybe after thinking about it, he just hates the way I took advantage over him...MARDE. I don’t learn after all, I do the same mistake over and over.

 

Don’t apologize? So he doesn’t hate me. That’s a good thing but... Olivier separates himself gently from the other, his hands on his shoulder. He looks in the still very wet brown eyes of his companion and says warmly, almost whispering;

 

-“ Ok... but... did you like it?”

 

-“ I know that I can be aggressive sometime, but it’s only to play” He add blushing, yes he can blush sometime, especially when he’s feeling guilty.

 

Happy with Leon’s replies, Olivier leans to kiss him gently. After being so rough and aggressive, his tender and warm sides come out even more. He gently massages with shampoo the cute man’s hair, rinses it before place warm kiss on top of his head. While washing and massaging tenderly Leon’s shoulder, neck, arms and all the rest of his body, he leaves soft kisses now and then on his skin. “Please rest” he says lightly guiding Leon to lay his back against the wall. He washes himself rapidly, rinses and turns off the water. He takes a bath-towel and wrap his amazing Leon in it.

 

Olivier, now dry, dresses and his hair in place, goes sitting on his bed on Leon’s side. He hangs out his cell phone to his new flame. He smiles and says:

 

- “Tiens, ajoutes ton numéro dans ma liste de contactes. J’aimerais vraiment beacoup te revoir, si tu veux bien?”

 

-“ I work in one hour for the night and tomorrow I have already something on my schedule for the new year’s eve. But we can see each other later this week, before the university starts again.” He smiles widely and kisses Leon’s cheek.

 

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** MARDE

[shit]

 

** “Tiens, ajoutes ton numéro dans ma liste de contactes. J’aimerais vraiment beacoup te revoir, si tu veux bien?”

[Add your phone number in my contact list. I would love very much to see you again, if you'd like too?" ]

[ACuckoo]

“Okay… But… Did you like it?” Leon wanted nothing more than to pull the other man into a hug again, hold him close and feel his warmth, but he had to answer his question. He knew Olivier would be concerned and with the way Leon was acting it was completely understandable. The smaller man quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but there was still water in them and they were red and puffy. His nod contrasted though, as did his smile and words. “I did. I promise I did.” Perhaps he was still in shock over their little session because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. He just enjoyed it. He loved it. He wanted more. “I can’t wait for more.” he chuckled, finally taking a hold of the other man to hug him tightly again.

 

Not that he missed the other’s blush. He smiled widely, wiped his eyes one more time and hoped they would stay clear. “You’re so cute when you blush.” Leon kissed Olivier back and let him take care of him. He relished in the other’s affection. Part of him felt it was necessary after doing something so intense. It was almost a reminder of their humanity, on both ends. It melted away the sharp intensity that hung in the air and made for a pleasant, peaceful atmosphere full of kisses and hugs and warmth. Leon sighed softly as his body was massaged and taken care of, then took Olivier’s advice and rested against the wall. He watched the other clean himself, reaching out to run his hand along his back and over his thigh. After being wrapped in a towel the two made their way back to the bedroom where Leon curled up next to Olivier on the bed.

 

“Of course I’ll give you my number.” He kissed his cheek as he began adding his number. “I… I really want to see you again too.” Just for fun he snapped a picture of himself to attach to his number, his smile bright and so wide his eyes were nearly closed. When had he smiled so widely and honestly since he had gotten here?

 

Though his smile quickly fell when he realized how long it would be until he saw Olivier again. Still, he knew he couldn’t simply penetrate the other’s life when in reality they had only just met. Olivier was busy and his life went on even when Leon had nothing else better to do than spend time with him. Well… He could study, but what fun was that? “It’s okay.” he said smiling, placing himself in the other’s lap as he kissed him. “Tu vas me manquer.” He kissed him a few more times before getting up to put his clothes on. In less than an hour he was out the door, waving good bye to Olivier as he went back to his home--the dollhouse he so affectionately named it.

 

The only unfortunate thing aside from not seeing Olivier for a few days was that once he wasn’t distracted by the other man he realized he had left his gloves at the Canadian’s apartment. It was going to be a cold walk back home.

 

“Fuck me…”

[taviss]

** This scene was made by the two of us together, we have decided to put all the texto together to be more interesting. **

 

Leon 30/dec/2015, 21h17

 

He decides to laze around in bed since he can't focus on studying or hanging out with his roommates. He's far too busy thinking about Olivier and while he knows he ought to wait and not appear desperate he goes ahead and texts him

 

“Hi Olivier! It's Leon. Not that you wouldn't know that since my number is in your phone... Eh. Anyway, how's your day going?”

 

And now he is blushing because of how stupid he sounds

 

Olivier 30/dec/2015, 22h43

He looks his cell phone in his break time only to see that he has receive a texto from Leon. He smiles happily.

“Hey hello! My day seem long since we say goodbye this afternoon and I have a long night before me. There is so many customer!”

 

 

Leon 30/Dec/2015, 22h45

He covered his mouth with his hand to keep in his squeal inside of him. He was so excited to see Olivier's reply he nearly ran out of his room to show his roommates

 

“I bet you're busy! It's almost new year's! Be careful out there. But have fun too.”

 

Oh god he sounds like a mom again

 

Olivier 30/Dec2015, 22h46

 

Olivier laughs to the quick reply.

 

“Well I promise to be carful ... MOM!”

“And how was your day? Did yours hands survive the cold? ;D “

 

Leon 30/Dec/2015, 22h47

 

Ahh! His gloves! Leon chuckled happily

 

“No, they are frozen solid. I'm texting you with my nose. But perhaps if my gloves were returned to me my hands would unfreeze so they could love again”

 

 

Olivier 30/Dec/2015, 22h49

 

He laughs loudly. His head now full of nice pervert thoughts.

 

“Even if I would prefer to go give you back your gloves instead of making drinks, I have to work to eat.”

“I’d comply and let you warm up your poor hand on my naked burning skin “

 

 

Leon 30/Dec/2015 22h53

 

This time Leon doesn't hold in his squeal and also rolls around on his bed, kicking his legs. His roommate stares at him weirdly as he walks by but Americans are always weird. Nothing new. It takes Leon a few moments to regain his composure and send his message

 

“Would you now? You're so generous, Olivier. We could hide under our blanket again and I'll warm up my hands on your nice muscular body and when they're nice and hot I can warm you up with my special skill. Wouldn't that be fun? ~_^”

 

Olivier 30/Dec/2015, 22h55

 

He smiles widely, his skin warming up for real now. He would totally love to escape form work to touch the so cute American, but he just can’t. He can’t just trow his job to see a sex friend, even this amazing one.

 

“Awn, I would so love that... but I just can’t get out of here. “

“ I have to go back now, my break is finish, but I’ll texte you later after work.”

 

Leon 30/Dec/2015, 22h56

 

Leon is very disappointed and plans to bother his roommates after this to take his mind off of Olivier though he doubts it will work

 

“It's okay. I'll be waiting when you do get off. Have fun at work! I look forward to your text~ “

 

At least his roommates will keep him company.

 

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015, 04h10

 

He’s so damn tired, but he has promised Leon to text him after work. Completely naked on his bed, his eyes half open, he takes his phone to reply.

 

“I’m beat, I’ll dream of you, good night cute one”

 

 

Leon 31/Dec/2015, 04h13

 

He had already fallen asleep but the vibration of his phone next to his ear slowly rose him. He would have fallen right back to sleep if he didn't happen to catch Olivier's name. He quickly grabbed his phone and read the message, his cheeks turning bright red. Cute one! Not only is he cute but he said he would dream of him! He needed to give him a pet name too! What would work? Handsome! Non. Sexy! Obvious, but non.

 

“Please rest. I'll see you soon. Probably in my dreams as well. Sleep well darling”

 

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015, 12h08

 

His dream was not exactly what he had hope. They were boring and out of sens. He would have really like to wet dreams about Leon, but not this time apparently. He lifts his body from his bed and goes strait to the fridge to drink his orange juice. After talking a bit with Marlène he goes to his room and sees his phone on the bed. Oh right, he had texte Leon last night. He smiles tenderly at the cute reply. But darling... is it not a lover’s nickname? Sure, he had a great time, ok more than just a great time, but to be call lovers? No, that’s too fast, they only just met. Sure he’s really interested in Leon and want to know him more but Olivier is so not the kind of guy to involve in an exclusive relationship after only one night. He’s young and like to explore around. Maybe he doesn’t really have to explain it to Leon but he has to make him understand that he is really interested in knowing him more and continues their intense sex relation but they are not a couple. Aaarrg! He hates that kind of complicated stuff. He just heads off to talks about it with Marlène. She’ll know what to say.

 

 

Leon 31/Dec/2015, 12h15

 

Leon is having fun playing video games with his roommates, but he can hardly focus on them. Olivier hasn't messaged him since last night and he is wondering if maybe the handsome Canadian is not interested in him anymore. He frowns and finally reveals his roommates his concerns but they tell him not to message Olivier or he'll think Leon is desperate. But Leon cannot help it. He is chased by his roommates as he messages him and he manages to send a message through before his friends steal his cellphone.

 

“Hi Olivier! I hope your day is going well! Have fun tonight celebrating the new year ^_^ “

 

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015 14h33

 

When he was speaking with Marlène about what was on his mind, Leon text him. It, somehow, eases his concern. Marlène helps him realise that he was thinking too much and just takes it like a tender word but nothing more than that. He’ll have to take what’s happen a day at a time and stop over thinking everything. Olivier takes his cellphone and start to reply.

 

“Hello, Sorry if I didn’t reply sooner. I had too much on my mind. Now I’m feeling great! And you?”

 

Leon 31/Dec/2015 14h34

 

Leon's friends continue to hold his phone captive until it vibrates, only for it to be Olivier who sent the text. They instantly tease him, and one reads the message aloud to Leon, then tosses him the phone. All four boys stand over Leon's shoulder as he texts him back, wondering what he'll say, and they demand he tell Olivier about them. Leon rolls his eyes but quickly responds back, a bit too quickly according to his roommates

 

“A lot on your mind? Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. I hope you're not feeling too stressed out about anything.”

“As for me I'm just with my roommates. We're all alone this new year's so we'll be bringing in 2016 with each other.”

“ We might even be all grown up and drink cider instead of apple juice!”

 

Along with the text Leon sends a picture, or rather one of his friends sends a picture of all of them standing close together, Leon blushing at this friends who are teasing him so badly. In the photo the four boys wave to Olivier while Leon stands with his arms crossed over his chest, looking away in embarrassment.

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015, 14h57

 

After taking his shower Olivier looks his phone again to see that he had received a reply. He looks at the picture and burst in laughing. Good, so he’s not alone tonight. If he had been, Olivier would have invited Leon to come with him, but it would have been maybe too awkward. He hates it when someone is lonely.

 

“Good! It looks like you’ll have fun all together”

 

He takes a picture of himself smiling, a thumb up and sends it with his next texto.

 

“Make Leon drinks a lot tonight guys! I hope to meet you all at the bar soon ^.~”

 

 

Leon 31/Dec/2015, 15h01

 

Leon couldn't help but laugh at all the oohs and ahhs Olivier's picture received. Then, like a bunch of girls at a slumber party, his roommates all laughed and high fived one another at Olivier's last text. They talked about dressing up in Leon's clothes so Olivier would find them even more attractive, but Leon didn't feel the need to defend himself or his partner. None of this roommates were interested in men, but they could pretend if it meant teasing Leon.

 

“If we make him drink tonight we're gonna send him to you! We're definitely not going to keep him warm tonight! That's your job right?”

 

Oh god! Leon wasn't fast enough and his friend wrote and sent a text after stealing his phone. His cheeks now even more red than before, he stared in embarrassment at the text then glared at his roommate who just shrugged.

 

“Ignore that text, Olivier. It was my friend... >.

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015, 15h02

 

Olivier smiles lustily thinking about Leon drunks and in need of attention. Now he wants to go sees him right away to fuck him hard... But he has to go to the party of his friends. Marlène is waiting for him in the living room.

 

“Well, I’d really like to come see you when you’ll be drunk, only to see how horny and slutty you can become”

“Marlène is waiting for me, I have to go. I’ll text you later in the evening. Have fun cutie. ^_^ “

 

Leon 31/Dec/2015, 15h07

 

Once again Leon's roommates cheered loudly at the text that was sent to "them" and they laughed happily, congratulating Leon on his new find. It was impossible now for the blush to leave Leon's face, but he hardly paid attention to his roommates. His eyes were on that wonderful text, and he bit his lip as he thought about his night with Olivier. He wanted to feel his dominance again. How he would have liked to bring in the new year with him in his arms... Oh well. At least he thinks he's cute.

 

“You'll be lucky to see me drunk, but you may convince me to have a few drinks with you. Maybe. You have fun too. Bye bye, handsome

 

 

Olivier 31/Dec/2015, 23h59

 

Drunk like hell, but still able to think, Olivier takes his cell phone and escapes the dance floor in the living room of his friends. He smiles when looking at Leon’s picture in his contact list.

 

“I’m drunk.”

“ I want to see you.”

“ I want to suck you.”

 

01/Jan/2016, 00h00

 

“Bonne année cutie”

 

 

Leon 01/Jan/2016 00h00

 

Leon is having a great time with friends who are all drunk off their asses. He's had one drink but then decided to stick to water and spend time recording his friends acting silly. It's been a lot of fun but one friend is passed out even before midnight and the other two are slowly getting there. He glances at at his phone when it vibrates and laughs loudly at the texts he gets from Olivier. He smiles widely and is about to respond but then gets the new year's text. He holds the phone fondly to his chest and then texts him back.

 

“Bonne année, darling~ “

 

He sends a picture of himself blowing a kiss because what is new year's without a kiss.

 

 

Olivier 01/Jan/2016 14h13

 

Olivier wakes up naked in the bed of one his friend, this friend at his side and Marlène at his other. Well that happens often. Olivier doesn’t recall why he’s naked but it’s so normal for him that he just doesn’t care at all. He lifts himself up and realises he had one of a headache. Not surprising though, he drank a lot last night. He dresses and goes to the kitchen. Many of his friends where already awake and eating. He chats a bit and looks at his phone.He smiles looking again at Leon's picture of last night.

 

“Hi, hope you had fun last night, I was really drunk so sorry for the sucking you part... >.

“I’m going home and sleep till tomorrow”

“I don’t work tomorrow, do you want to do something with me?”

 

 

Leon 01/Jan/2016 14h15

 

Leon is gently kicking his friends who are still asleep or rather passed out on the floor. Kick, kick... Leon is fine since he did not get drunk but the other four look like death. He is playing mom, not by choice, and giving them water and headache pills since they won't leave him alone until he does. He does take a break though to look at his phone.

 

“I had fun! Did you?”

“Oh so you mean you don't want to suck me? That hurts my feelings T_T”

“ I'd like to see you tomorrow... I'd really like that. I still need my gloves or I'll never leave the house.”

“ I could maybe use some extra winter clothes if you want to help me find some.”

 

 

Olivier 01/Jan/2016 14h17

 

He smiles widely at each reply he receives from Leon. His friends tease him a bit about whom he was texting to. He smiles and says “Un adorable garçon que j’ai rencontrer au Pub. Disons qu’il est dans mes cordes”. Everyone laughs loudly while he moves away from them to be alone.

 

“Ok cute one, what do you think we go to Centre Eaton.”

“We can rendez-vous there around 11h”

“If you’d like, I want to take you out to a special place after.”

 

Leon 01/Jan/2016, 14h20

 

Leon completely ignored his friends, not feeling sympathetic of their headaches and fatigue. He was far too infatuated with the man on the other side of his phone to deal with them. He smiled at the text message he received from Olivier, nearly squealing at the idea of a surprise special place

 

"That sounds wonderful! I'm curious as to this special place. I'm so excited, Olivier! À demain!"

 

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** "Bonne année"

[Happy new year]

 

** “Un adorable garçon que j’ai rencontrer au Pub. Disons qu’il est dans mes cordes”

[An adorable boy that I've met at the Pub. Lets say that he's right up my alley.]

--> The expression : "C'est dans mes cordes" mean "It's right up my alley" but translated directly it becomes " It's in my ropes" So he said:" Lets say that he's in my ropes"

[ACuckoo]

Leon couldn’t remember a time he had been so excited since he got to Canada. This was a date, right? He could call this a date, right? He was calling it that… After not seeing his man for so many days he was ready to hold him close, touch his skin, talk to him, relish in his presence. He just wanted to see him again. He missed him.

 

Clothes were scattered all over his floor as Leon tried to decide what to wear. He was complaining and whining and kicking his jeans and shirts around until his roommates got tired of hearing him and went to help. They picked out his outfit for him, something warm and sweet, something they thought Olivier would like to see him in and would like to take off of him. A red turtleneck, because while none of Leon’s roommates liked turtlenecks the poor American simply couldn’t handle the cold. They found a pair of his tighter fitting jeans and a pair of black boots which they thought made him look perfect. His gloves were missing, but he had his coat, his scarf, his little cap to keep as much of him warm as possible. No one let him borrow their pair of gloves.

 

The entire way to the mall Leon was just thinking about how nice it would be to see Olivier again. These few days felt like years, but he knew that as soon as he saw the other man those years would turn back into only days. He didn’t care about how he slipped on the snow on the way to the doors, or how his hands were freezing to the point he was sure they were going to fall off. He didn’t care too much about the stores in the mall except that he wanted Olivier to take him to places he had never heard of in USA. Really though, he didn’t care if once he got here Olivier decided to take him away to wherever he wanted to go. All he wanted was to see this man again. The wait was killing him.

 

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer. He saw Olivier walking up and didn’t hesitate to run towards him and jump in his arms. He hugged him tightly, using the other’s thick jacket to warm up his cold hands. “Hi,” he said happily, looking up at the other man. “Where have you been all my life, handsome? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

[taviss]

Olivier takes a shower, shave and place his hair to be perfect. It’s not different from usual, he is a man who likes to be neat but he takes an extra care in doing it today. He chooses a grey fit jeans, a dark gray T-shirt with a little v-neck and a navy-blue cashmere cardigan. He alway chooses his socks and boxer in last so they match with the outfit but also be entertaining. This time he chooses one of his favourite Diesel boxers, royal blue with the contour lines white and a pair of grey socks with red dots. He looks to the complete outfit put on his bed. Perfect! He dresses up and asks Marlène opinion. The only thing that is missing is his perfume. After putting this last touch, he looks at himself in the mirror. Ready! He takes his sport bag and goes out to put on his coat, tuque, boots, glove and his scarf. He drops Leon’s glove in his bag that he puts over his shoulder. Marlène kisses him goodbye:

 

-“Bonne journée. Reviens-tu coucher à soir?” She says a teasing smile on her face.

 

-“Je sais pas trop encore, je vais sois rester là bas ou aller chez lui. Téka, j’espère bien que je reviendrai pas.” Olivier replies with a little pervert smile on.

 

He doesn’t have to walk long, about fifteen to twenty minutes from his door to the shopping mall door. All the way to the Centre Eaton his imagination was making him so many great images. He had planned to bring Leon to a special place after the shopping session. He wants the cute American to see something of him, it’s not a secret but it’s the first time he brings one of his conquest there. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to know Leon more and to be known. Something is different about Leon comparted to his other sex friends but he just doesn’t know what it is.

 

When he is about to text Leon to tell him that he was arriving, he sees a cute man jumping in his direction waving at him. Oh! That’s cute! The cute one hugges him really fast, before he had the time to say anything. Olivier brings also his arms around Leon. After the other greeting he replies:

 

-“ Well hello! Urm, I’m here now and I’m happy to see you too.” He says it with a teasing tone. He leans his head to kiss lightly Leon’s cold lips.

 

-“Come, you are frozen, it’ll be better inside.” He takes his date hand and leads the way to the door. Inside of this huge indoor shopping mall, Olivier takes off his coat and gloves. He watches the poor Leon trying to warm up his hands with his breath and he laughs.

 

-“Hahaha. Let me take care of that” Olivier says while wrapping his hands around the other’s cold fingers. He has his own burning, so it should help. He brings Leon’s two hands to his lips to kiss them.

 

-“Ok, alors où aimerais-tu aller en premier? Un vrai manteau et des mitaines, peut-être?” Olivier says smiling and laughing.

 

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** “Bonne journée. Reviens-tu coucher à soir?”

[Have a good day. Do you think you'll come back sleeping here tonight?]

 

** “Je sais pas trop encore, je vais sois rester là bas ou aller chez lui. Téka, j’espère bien que je reviendrai pas.”

[i don't really know yet, I think I'll stay there or go to his place. Well, I hope so.]

 

** “Ok, alors où aimerais-tu aller en premier? Un vrai manteau et des mitaines, peut-être?”

[Ok, where do you want to start first? A real coat and mitt, maybe?]

[ACuckoo]

“Oui, oui, oui! Take care of me!” Leon acted as dramatically as he could while Olivier kissed and warmed his hands. It was nice to be near him again, to feel his warmth, to feel his kisses on his skin. His cheeks flushed a bit as he was held by the other man, but it was fine. It just warmed him up even more.

 

“Oh, j’ai besoin des mitaines! Mes pauvre mains… Eh mon nez aussi! Il fait très froid, Olivier! Aux Étas-Unis, il ne fait jamais froid. Je n’aime pas le froid.” Leon pouted the entire time he spoke, trudging along beside Olivier past various stories, most of which he’d never heard of before. He kept his coat on, still feeling the chill from the cold air outside, but being next to Olivier warmed him up. The Canadian must have been a naturally warm person considering the cold environment he lived in. Or perhaps Leon was just used to the warm weather of southern America.

 

“Ou j’habite, il ne neige jamais, ou rarement. Le température fait chaud, comme… 50 ou 60 degré. Pas celsius.” Leon laughed as he tried to convert in his head what that temperature would be in celsius… He didn’t know for sure but he wondered if it was hot enough to burn everyone on earth alive. Or maybe it was normal… Ahh too complicated.

 

“Okay, Olivier! Je veux aller au magasin qu’il ne trouve pas aux Étas-Unis. M’aide, s’il te plaît?” He was feeling silly, but he pouted again at Olivier, the poor little helpless American caught and lost in a snowy world that confused him and well… Made him cold! Thank goodness his knight in shining armor was around to keep him warm. He stood on his toes to give Olivier a kiss on his cheek, just to thank him for being so helpful.

 

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**Oh, j’ai besoin des mitaines! Mes pauvre mains… Et mon nez aussi! Il fait très froid, Olivier! Aux Étas-Unis, il ne fait jamais froid. Je n’aime pas le froid.

[Oh, I need mittens! My poor hands... And my nose too! It's really cold, Olivier! In America, it's never cold. I don't like the cold.]

 

**Oú j’habite, il ne neige jamais, ou rarement. Le température fait chaud, comme… 50 ou 60 degré. Pas celsius.

[Where I live, it never snows, or it's rare. The temperature is warm, like... 50 or 60 degrees. Not celsius.]

 

**Je veux aller au magasin qu’il n'a trouvé pas aux Étas-Unis. M’aide, s’il te plaît?

[i want to go to a store that's not found in USA. Help me, please?]

[taviss]

The faces Leon is making while speaking about how cold the weather is here, are just so adorable. He looks like a spoiled child. Olivier smiles looking back at the cutie, and realises ... how old is he? He doesn’t know! Judging by his attitude, he’s probably younger than him. Maybe eighteen or nineteen, he’ll have to ask him later.

 

While walking hand in hand, Olivier listens to his friend and suggests him some good places to buy a real coat and mittens. Oh! Olivier likes it so much when Leon does cute things like gives him a kiss on his cheek for some x-y reason. He is so cute, so teenager.

 

They walk in the direction of the first shop that Olivier thinks have a great choice of very warm coats. The kind of coat a bit expensive but that has goose down, perfect for the -20 Celsius of February in Québec. While he walks along the American, he realises how he doesn't know him. Looking down at him, he takes some second to observe him in more detail. He’s smaller than him, maybe around 5'6 or 5'7, he has straight very dark brown hair, enough long to be in his eyes sometime. His eyes are brown, that, Olivier doesn’t have to look to remember, he had looks at them so intensely the other night. He doesn’t have any tattoo on his body that Olivier could remember, or any piercing. He does remember having seen small scars here and there like everyone has. He’d like to make some on him though... Wow, you are a bit intense again Olivier!

 

He wave away all his kinky ideas and smiles at Leon.

 

-“ Can I ask you something? How old are you?” His eyes widening in surprise at the reply of Leon.

 

-“Oh really! I though you’d be maybe nineteen or eighteen...” He says laughing at his own stupidity.

 

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Info; -20 Celcius is -4 Fahrenheit

[ACuckoo]

"You're staring at me, Olivier...." Not that Leon minded, but it was fun to see his friend's reaction at being called out. His voice was soft as he spoke and he gently kissed Oliver's cheek. The other must have been sizing him up in a way. In reality they never stopped to look at one another or find out much about each other. What ever happened to pillow talk? Leon would have to make up for it the next time they had their fun together. "Est-ce que tu aimes ce que tu vois?" He grinned as he slowly peeled off his jacket with his partner still staring at him, though it didn't last long. He quickly tried on another jacket and decided he liked it. "J'achèterai ce manteau!"

 

He winked at Olivier, bought his coat, then moved on to find more clothes to buy. After Olivier asked his question he was sure the other had stared at him to size him up. But now that he thought about it he didn't know how old Olivier was either. He was so manly; there was no way he younger.

 

It was amusing to see Olivier's reaction to his age. That was how most people reacted. But when he asked Olivier his age...

 

"Non! Tu blague! Tu es un bébé!" Leon couldn't believe it! Only 21! Just 21! A younger man! Leon couldn't stop himself from grinning. "Pourquoi est-ce que tu très jeune?! Tu es ravissante... For being so young." Leon blushed slightly as he scooted closer to his younger but so very manly partner. To be that silly age of 21 yet carry the atmosphere, confidence, and dominance of someone much older... It just made Olivier sexier. It was hard enough speaking in French after such shocking but lovely news... He would need to get his head together. "Tu dois penser que je suis puéril."

 

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**Est-ce que tu aimes ce que tu vois?

[Do you like what you see?]

 

**J'achèterai ce manteau!

[i will buy this coat!]

 

**Non! Tu blague! Tu es un bébé!

[No! You're kidding! You're a baby!]

 

**Pourquoi est-ce que tu très jeune?! Tu es ravissante...

[Why are you so young?! You're ravishing...]

 

**Tu dois penser que je suis puéril.

[You must think that I'm childish]

[taviss]

Olivier smiles at the other reaction in regard of his age. Even if Olivier thought that Leon was younger because of how he acts, the fact that the American was older than he, didn’t disturb him at all. One year of difference, it's nothing. He has been with much older men.

 

-“Hahaha, oui, je trouve que tu agis en enfant parfois. But I find this very cute. We have only one year difference though...” He says grinning at the other.

 

-“Je suis un adulte depuis quatres années, alors que toi tu ne l’es que depuis une année. Alors, qui de nous deux est le plus mature?” He said this teasingly. He knows that in U.S.A.. many young people become overreacting at the age of 21 because they have finally the right to buy alcohol. But here, many parents authorize their teenager around sixteen to drink, and they are legally adults at the age of eighteen. So, most of them past their silly age in the period of eighteen and nineteen.

 

They continue their shopping. Olivier feeling happy to help Leon finds shops that didn’t exist in the U.S.A. While Leon was trying some scarf and looking at himself in the mirror Olivier says:

 

-“Well, should I call you something special? Monsieur maybe? Olivier takes Leon right wrist and pull him against himself. He leans his head to whisper in the other one’s ear;

 

-“Or do I stick with cutie” His proximity to Leon makes him want to touch him more and more. He wants to kiss him so intensely that he’ll blush and moan. Olivier knows how amazing it is to let the tension rise, it can cause the sex to be so much more pleasurable later. So, he leaves one warm breath tickles Leon’s ear and neck and in the same time slides his hand in one movement all the way up on the American’s arm to his shoulder. He parts himself from the cute one but leaves his hand rest on Leon’s shoulder and says:

 

-“J’aime bien ce foulard, le bleu te vas bien.” He smiles looking in Leon’s eyes.

 

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** “Hahaha, oui, je trouve que tu agis en enfant parfois."

[Hahaha, yes, I think you are sometime a bit childish.]

 

** “Je suis un adulte depuis quatres années, alors que toi tu ne l’es que depuis une année. Alors, qui de nous deux est le plus mature?”

[i'm an adult since four years now, but you are consider one for only one year. So, witch of us is the more mature?]

 

** “J’aime bien ce foulard, le bleu te vas bien.”

[i like this scarf, the blue color suits you well.]

[ACuckoo]

Leon tilted his head for a moment and stared at Olivier while his mind tried to register what he said. The English was nice, but the French… Admittedly, he had missed a lot of what the other had said. Once he realized he was staring at him he stopped and blinked a few times, smiling slightly. Thanks to context clues he could understand most of what Olivier had said, but otherwise… A lot of it was lost in his mind.

 

“Je ne comprends pas, Olivier. Desolé.” He was a bit ashamed, a bit embarrassed. He wanted to impress Olivier, and yet there were still times when he couldn’t understand at all what the other was saying. He was worried that he ruined their fun or that Olivier would think he was dumb. “I understood bits and pieces!” He tried to defend himself, his cheeks turning red from shame. “And between the two of us… Maybe you are the more mature one.” He laughed, and tried to stop himself from feeling so terrible about his lack of understanding. “But only because you’re grown up enough to drink alcohol! I can only appreciate the taste of apple juice.” Leon laughed at himself as he pushed himself into Olivier’s arms, feeling safe and oh so warm inside of them.

 

They continued their shopping, Leon adoring all of the places that he had never once seen in USA. He stocked up on as much winter clothes as he could, and was trying on a scarf when Olivier’s sultry voice hit his ears and he was pulled closer to him. Now he wasn’t blushing from shame at all… His eyes lidded as the other spoke, and his breathing grew heavy when he felt his partner’s breath on his skin. His mind flew back to before those lonely, empty days, to the day he first met Olivier and the wonderful time they had together. How he wanted that again…

 

Then just as quickly as it had come it was gone. Leon whimpered loudly and grabbed Olivier once he pulled away, then came back to his senses just a fraction of a second later. He looked around awkwardly and let the other go, though his fire was still burning deep within him. He wanted his Olivier and he wanted him badly. “How could you be so mean?” he asked teasingly, wrapping the scarf around him so that it covered his mouth and nose too. “Don’t tease me, Olivier.” He whined like a cat, moving closer to him again to place a soft, gentle, but needy kiss on his lips.

 

“Tu aimes le bleu foulard?” Leon nodded, then headed off to the registers to buy it. Once it was truly in his possession he took Olivier’s hand and led him out of the store. “J’ai faim, Olivier. Je veux te manger, mais je pense que je peux manger un sandwich… For now.”

 

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**Je ne comprends pas. Desolé.

[i don't understand. Sorry.]

 

**Tu aimes le bleu foulard?

[You like the blue scarf?]

 

**J’ai faim, Olivier. Je veux te manger, mais je pense que je peux manger un sandwich… For now.

[i'm hungry, Olivier. I want to eat you, but I think that I think can eat a sandwich... For now."

[taviss]

Leon is blushing and he’s covering his face with the scarf. So cute! Olivier smiles widely and looks at the other as he goes pay for the scarf. Olivier likes to flirt, so tease Leon and makes him blushes is something that he’ll have to do more, for sure. If only to make them impatient to be alone.

 

At the American word about eating him, Olivier grins, happy that his little move had the effect he had hope for. Doing it all day will surely bring the tension between them become almost unbearable. If he could push Leon on the edge of ripping off all his clothes and begging to fuck him now in front of everyone... Fuck stop... or you’ll have a boner. Olivier looks at his watch and replies:

 

-“Oh, it’s already 14h! Yeah I’m hungry too... in the two ways. But lets go for a sandwich for now... as you wish.” He smiles teasingly.

 

While they walk to the food court, Olivier and Leon talk about the stuff he had just bought. They order sandwiches, juices and they go sit at a table. He’s very hungry after all, realising that the cutie has been able to cause him to forget his habitual 12h12 growling stomach. After having finish half his huge sandwich he asks Leon:

 

-“After lunch, do you want to go shop for other stuff? I know some greats places to buy music or books, or games. And there will probably still have many huge discounts.”

 

-“I can’t bring you to the surprise place before 19h. And we’ll have to go eat before too.” He looks in his companion eyes and waits for his reply.

[ACuckoo]

The food was tasty, but Leon could hardly focus on it with this handsome man sitting across from him. He ate a lot more slowly than usual because he could not take his eyes off of Olivier. His hand creeped across the table, his finger lightly pushing underneath Olivier’s shirt to stroke his wrist. It took a lot for Leon to keep his breathing under control. Touching the other’s skin brought him back to that wonderful night they shared… He couldn’t wait to do it again. In fact the wait was killing him.

 

“You are too distracting, Olivier….” Leon said, his eyes shining with lust as he stared at the handsome Canadian. His fingers creeped farther along his partner’s arm, and Leon wished they were back at Olivier’s home, under the covers, enjoying one another more fully. His lips parted slightly and it was then that he came back to his senses. He took his hand back, took a deep breath, and looked around as if everyone had been involved in his little fantasy. He blushed slightly and began eating, trying to distract himself from the terribly distracting man in front of him. Only when Olivier suggested they move on elsewhere did Leon focus on him entirely.

 

“I’d love to. I wish I could see your little surprise now. But I’ll be patient. Let’s keep shopping and then we’ll go to that restaurant.”

 

They didn’t take much longer to eat and then they were off, shopping for clothes and music and whatever else Leon wanted and Olivier could suggest. Time had flown by and it was time for them to eat, so they hopped on the metro and Leon sat as close to Olivier as he could, resting his head on his shoulder. “Thanks for today. And it’s not even over. J’aime passer les temps avec toi…”

 

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**J’aime passer les temps avec toi…

[i love spending time with you.]

[taviss]

While they shop, Olivier makes sure to create other moments of playful flirting, like sliding his hand on the cutie’s arm or replacing the other’s hair and lets his fingers glides on his neck. Olivier lets his hand brush Leon’s ass lightly while passing by. He also whispers some little double entendres now and then. At a moment, Leon looks at games on the wall and Olivier slides himself behind, places his left arm delicately around his companion and slips his hand under the shirt, on his flame pelvis. Olivier enjoys all his little moments of pure teasing and all the reactions of his victim.

 

Around 17h30 they take off to the Metro. It’s not too crowded like in the week days but there are many young adults who are all going out. It’s the last day to stay up all night, school and University starting all in two days. They have fives stations before reaching the one for the restaurant near the special place. They sit in the first free seat they can find. Olivier smiles when he feels and sees the cutie resting his head on him. He lifts his arm, shifting a bit, moving over to wraps Leon’s shoulder so he could rest his head more comfortably on Olivier. He places a kiss on his companion’s forehead and replies softly so only Leon can hear:

 

-“Ça me fait plaisir. Moi aussi j’apprécie grandement ta compagnie.” He smiles and adds:

 

-“So you have two choices for the diner. A bistro, Les Trois Brasseurs, they serve super good burgers, steak and they do their own beer, which is really good. It’s a noisy festive place but we’ll be able to hear each other, don’t worry. The second place is a very calm and private sushi place. The kind of place that we’ll have to almost whisper. The owner is one of my highschool friends.”

 

He smiles teasingly now sliding gently up and down his hand on Leon’s arm. Looking at his American, he adds:

 

-“You decide!... I’ll bring you to the place you didn’t choose later... on another date... I promise.”

 

(...)

 

-“Ok so it’s decided! You can rest and nap if you want, we still have fifteen minutes to ride.” Olivier himself rest his head on the wall behind him and close his eyes. This fifteen minutes power nap will help him be in shape for what is to come.

 

 

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** “Ça me fait plaisir. Moi aussi j’apprécie grandement ta compagnie.”

[ It's my pleasure. I, too, like to be in your company.]

[ACuckoo]

Either option sounded good, but with the way the day was going it was probably better to go with the bistro. Their day together had been fun and lively, and while Leon was sure they could keep that up at a fancy sushi place, he wanted to keep up the energetic atmosphere between them. Though right now it seemed like both of their energies were low. They both napped in the metro and when Leon woke up all he wanted to do was fall right back asleep. It took him a few moments to gather himself and get up, but he managed somehow.

 

The bistro place was easy to find, though Leon just followed Olivier the entire way there. Once inside they were seated and Leon had Olivier help him look over the menu.

 

“You know I don’t drink much and I certainly don’t drink beer. But if you suggest something good to me I’ll give it a shot.” The least he could do was try the local beer while he was here in Canada. He wanted to do as much as he could before he had to go back home--Ah no. He wouldn’t allow that thought to cross his mind right now. Leaving was not an option now that he found someone he felt so close and attached to. And yet it was inevitable. Well that thought would have to be saved for another day. He shook his head to clear his mind and smiled again at Olivier.

 

“Give me a hint as to my surprise. If I guess it you have to tell me the truth, okay? Three hints! If I don’t get it in three hints than you can keep your secret until we get there!”

[taviss]

Olivier wakes up one station before arriving. He kisses Leon to wake him up. “Wake up . . . I know that you are still sleepy but we are arriving.” They walk fives minutes outside before reaching the 3 Brasseurs. The place is crowded but Olivier knows the manager and he was able, earlier, to text him to have seats save for them. Having a good relation with ex sex friends can be very useful sometime.

 

He helps the American to looks and understand the menu. Olivier finding it very funny that Leon is persisting and insisting to looks at the French version of the menu, even if there is an English version on the table.

-“Ok, let me handle the beer and appetizer. You’ll only have to say your main meal choice.” He smiles and leans one of his legs over the American’s leg. Oh! Leon wants to play a game, why not? But he is not going make it easy though.

 

-“ Well if you really want to play a game with me, I choose the...” Before he could finish his sentence, a girl shows up. The waitress greets them, places two glasses of water on the table while asking if they have made their choice in French. She smiles at Leon first but the moment she turns her head to smile at Olivier, she freezes, her cheeks turning red. She’s probably new, because Olivier has never seen her here before. She tries not to fix Olivier, her gaze is passing from one man to the other but stay longer on Olivier. The Canadian is so accustomed to this, he doesn’t even notice her reaction. He’s way too focus on the young man in front of him but it’s not polite to not look at the waitress when ordering, so he turns his face and smiles at her while says:

 

-“Heum, je vais te prendre le bruger au porc effiloché, avec les frites de patates douces. Pour boire, je vais prendre la Etchétéra spécial. En entrée on va prendre des calamars et le plateau des brasseurs.” He looks at Leon letting him orders. The girl smiles and says that she’ll be right back with the beer. The waitress now away, Olivier returns his gaze at the cutie. His smiles change, a bit like the one he had that time in the shower.

 

-“ I was saying, if you want to play a game, let me add some spice in it. I’ll give you three hints, one with each sitting, but you’ll have only one chance, one chance only to guess it right. If you find out, you’ll have not only the answer but also a prize. The prize will be that, one time tonight, you can ask me to do something, but I mean like anything, and I’ll do it. But the catch is that if you guess wrong, I’ll have the prize. Do you still want to play?” His weird smiles on his face, he fixes Leon, waiting for his answer.

 

-“OK! But before we starts don’t forget that you’ll have only one chance, so don’t waste it too quickly, I suggest you to wait till my last hint.”

 

The waitress arrives at that moment and places six 4.5oz glasses of beers between them, White, Blonde, Amber, Brown, Feature and Neighbourhood. She also puts down the calamari and a huge plate of lemon pepper dry riblets, double-stuffed potato skins, deep-fried pickles and onion rings. She fixes Olivier a bit and smiles while saying “Bonne appétit” and she leaves. Olivier digs immediately in the calamari.

 

-“I took the all beer tasting. I thought that drinking in the same glass as me wouldn’t disturb you. It’s not like I didn’t have the intention to exchange some fluid with you later...” He says and winks teasingly.

 

-“Ok so the first hint. Nous allons être seule là bas.” Olivier grins at the face Leon makes. Olivier doesn’t have the intention to make it easy. He really likes to win. He explains the different beers to his companion, trying out the first one, drinking in turn. They past to the second one, the blonde, talking about the difference in the taste. Olivier is having fun making the other tries new thing. Maybe Leon will develop a taste for beers. They talk while eating.

 

The waitress comes back thirty minutes later with their main meal. This time she’s not subtle at all while fixing Olivier and he’s now a bit annoyed about it. But she leaves them anyway.

 

-“Second hint. J’y passe beacoup de temps.” Olivier laughs and takes a bite in his burger. Again he talks and exchanges about the beers. They talk about the university too. After about fifty minutes they are full and now only finishing the beers. Over all they had drink maybe one and a half normal beer each. Olivier is not even a slice feeling. That’s perfect, because he’ll need all his capacity tonight.

 

The girl arrives with the dessert menu. Olivier orders a chocolate mousse with two forks. She quickly clean up the table and comes back with the order, but this time staying there, smiling at Olivier.

 

-“Heum, est-ce que je peux avoir ton numéro de téléphone? Tu es vraiment de mon goût.” She says it very straitly, not a bit shyly.

 

-“ Bin, merci du compliment mais...” Olivier takes Leon’s hand in his “Je suis présentement occuper à cruiser ce superbe jeune homme.” She smiles back, her cheek turning red and leaves after apologizing.

 

-“Last hint” He dig in his left index in the mousse and shamelessly brings it to Leon’s mouth to makes him licks. “ J’ai l’intention, là bas, de te faire faire de l’exercice... toute la nuit.” He smiles lustfully and adds “So, what’s your answer? Do you know what’s my surprise?”

 

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** “Heum, je vais te prendre le bruger au porc effiloché, avec les frites de patates douces. Pour boire, je vais prendre la Etchétéra spécial. En entrée on va prendre des calamars et le plateau des brasseurs.”

[Meh, I'll take the pulled pork burger, with the sweet potato fries. To drink, I'd like the special et cetera. We'll take calamari and the brewers platter in appetizer.]

 

** “Bonne appétit”

[Enjoy your meal]

 

** "Nous allons être seule là bas."

[We are going to be alone there]

 

** "J’y passe beacoup de temps."

[i go there often]

 

** “Heum, est-ce que je peux avoir ton numéro de téléphone? Tu es vraiment de mon goût.”

[meh, can I have your phone number? You are very handsome]

 

** “ Bin, merci du compliment mais...” “Je suis présentement occuper à cruiser ce superbe jeune homme.”

[Well, thanks for the compliment but...] [i'm already dating this handsome young man here]

 

** “ J’ai l’intention, là bas, de te faire faire de l’exercice... toute la nuit.”

[i have the intention, there, to make you workout... all night.]

[ACuckoo]

You go, girl. It took a lot for Leon not to chuckle at the waitress’s obvious attraction to Olivier. It was even harder for him to not tell her that he was hardly interested in women, but it wasn’t his place. If it were another man he may have been jealous, but there was no reason to get worked up when she had no chance with Olivier. Though even if she did Leon couldn’t be jealous. It wasn’t like he and Olivier had entered into a committed relationship... Though it would have been nice if he were the only one.

 

“Le même chose pour moi, s’il vous plaît.” There was one thing he learned in his French classes and that was to always say things in the simplest way possible. Besides, he didn’t know this menu and he trusted Olivier’s taste. Olivier could also be trusted to make things far more fun… Leon smiled at his friend’s proposition and nodded, reaching over to run his fingers over the other’s hand if only to feel his skin on his own again.

 

“Don’t underestimate my powers of deduction, darling.” Leon grinned widely. “You’ll be doing whatever I ask tonight.” It was easier to say things like that in English, just to get his point across. He spoke confidently, strongly, knowing that no matter what the other said he would understand and he would guess correctly. It was pretty arrogant of him, but he was sure.

 

Before their game started, however, the waitress came back and served them beer with calamari. Once again, Leon noticed her glance and he wondered if she would ask him out. He always enjoyed strong women, and even though she would probably be rejected he would at least be admiring of her determination. Though he quickly forgot about her at Olivier’s attempt at flirting. Leon just laughed and shook his head. “You’re so cheesy.” Not that he didn’t love it.

 

Thankfully Leon understood the first hint. They would be there alone. It probably wouldn’t be his apartment then since his roommate would probably be there. He understood the second hint as well. He goes there often. The bar where works, maybe? Well, it would be busy with customers and he doubted Olivier was able to rent the place out or even just be given a favor.

 

AH! She did ask! Leon quietly applauded the waitress and her bravery, but his appreciation of her didn’t last long. He was far too distracted by what Olivier had said. Leon blushed when the other said they were dating. He knew what was really meant, but he loved to hear it. His grin was wide, silly even, as the girl walked away, and he took Olivier’s hand to place a kiss on it just because he was so happy.

 

The last hint came, but Leon missed it. He would have understood it if he hadn’t been so happy with Olivier saying such nice things about him. Ah… Only two hints to work with. “Ummm….” How could he even focus right now?

 

“Your apartment!” He blurted quickly, knowing it was the wrong answer. But what did it matter? Anywhere and doing anything with Olivier was amazing.

[taviss]

Olivier smiles widely, happy to win. He already starts to think about what he can do with his prize. He’ll have to use it carefully, using it at the best moment and don’t wastes it in something Leon would do anyway. Makes him do something he would say no but that he’ll like ultimately. It’s not easy, he doesn’t know him much. Olivier will surely find something in the moment. He grins, puts is two hands’ palm to palm and rubs them together.

 

-“ My apartment! Hahahahaha. Well I think I’ll have the prize then.” He is very happy. His surprise is not spoils, making it much more interesting. “So, let’s eat this chocolate mousse, I’m becoming a bit impatient to leave.” Olivier takes his fork digs it in the cake, brings it to his mouth and takes the bite with a kind of lustful spark in his eyes and manner. They finish the desert and Olivier asks for the bill. His treat, he says to the American, but next time it’ll be Leon’s turn. It’s a clear way to ask and have a reason for a next time. They go out for a five minutes walk.

 

Along the way, they talk and laugh. The Canadian is making sure to keep the other very close, an arm around his shoulder to keep him warm. They turn in a quiet street with less shops and more offices building. They reach a double door in glass with only a decal directly sticks on the glass; École Chiba. Olivier takes out his keys, opens the door and places himself on the side, pointing with his arm inside to let Leon enter first. “Bienvenue” He enters after him and locks the door closed. He decides to leave the light off, it’s dim lighted, so it’s perfect this way. Olivier takes off his boots and invites Leon to do the same. He smiles and takes his wrist to leads him at the locker room. The taller one puts down his sport bag on a bench and takes out a white Gi.

 

-“Tien! Put this on, it’s one of my olds Gi that’s too small now, I think it’ll be your size. You can keep your boxer but, even if normally we wear a T-shirt under it, I’d really like if you were only wearing the Gi top. I’ll help you tie the belt later.” Olivier smiles and starts to take off his clothes and puts them in his locker. He’s facing his locker, he wants to see Leon body but it’s better to wait. Seeing it later, appearing through the Gi that’s being undone during the moves, it will be so sexy. He does the same as Leon and take off everything except his boxer. He wants to feel the other’s skin on him. He ties his black belt and turn back to help Leon ties his. Olivier takes advantage of this moment to give his companion a deep kiss.

 

-“Ok so, go to the last door at your right in the corridor and wait for me outside. I’ll go put my music.” Olivier lefts and goes in another room where he connects his phone to the school speakers. He puts DI, Melodic Progressive online radio station, the volume just enough to make an ambiance. He meets up with Leon. He open the door, bow before entering and ask the American to do the same. He explains that it’s a form of respect for the institution and the place. It’s a 12' X 12' tatami room, it’s the smallest practice room of the school. Olivier invites his date to sit on the ground while doing the same and says:

 

-“So, I think you know now what we are going to do! I didn’t lie when I said that I’ll make you workout. I’ll teach you privately some basics moves. Like, how to fall and maybe one or two technics to defend yourself. I want you to be able to fight me back a bit.” Olivier’s cheeks are a bit flush. “But before, sit on your knees, I’ll show you how to bow” He moves to face the other, places his hand on the ground and bow to set an example. He helps him to place his body and do it correctly. Olivier now up, he explains how to bow at someone, before a class or a fight and that he’ll have to do it lower than him, because Olivier is his senior and teacher. He goes to his student side and puts a hand on his shoulder.

 

He starts to explain how to fall and roll and shows him many time by doing it himself. He encourages him and cheers every time, helping with more explanations if needs. When Leon starts to be good enough, Olivier waits that his cuties lays on the ground, breathless, to lean over him. Olivier slides his hand on the back of Leon’s neck and gives him a deep kiss. The other’s quick breathings in his mouth make the kiss weird but intense, his tongue ravishing the cuties' mouth. He feels like Leon is stealing the air in his lung, it's an amazing sensation. Olivier sits back, leaving the other some space and says:

 

-“I’m very proud of my student. Ready to continue?”

 

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** "Bienvenue"

[Welcome]

 

** "Tien!"

[There!]

[ACuckoo]

Leon enjoyed the walk to wherever it was they were going. It was nice seeing the Canadian nightlife, seeing which stores were open right now and which weren’t, seeing all the young people with their friends and boyfriends and girlfriends. And here he was amix them all, with his own friend and flame, enjoying this place as if he lived here his whole life. Well, perhaps not quite so much. This was all so new to him. Olivier, Canada, the freezing cold… It felt more like Olivier was showing him a world that he never knew existed, and the surprises just kept on coming.

 

 

When they entered the gym Leon did as he was told and took off his boots. He was tickled at Olivier’s idea to bring him here. Had any other man decided to bring to him to a gym on a date he would have walked out, laughing all the way home. He enjoyed swing dancing, but it was truly the only form of exercise he got. Olivier was just “any other man” though. He had a deep connection to martial arts and he had welcomed Leon to explore that sacred path with him. It was an honor.

 

 

“You want me to fight you?” Leon said with a laugh as he took the Gi and put it on as Olivier instructed. “Don’t be shocked when this little guy suddenly has you on your back.” Leon would have winked at him if they had been facing one another. “But no, I’m kidding, go easy on me, darling.”

 

 

When Olivier came back from turning on the music they begun. It wasn’t exactly an intense session, but Leon had never done anything like this before. Everything from the bowing to the moves Olivier was showing him were completely new to him. He took it in stride though, doing his best at everything and hoping he was even somewhat impressing his friend. After so much time though he fell onto his back, sweating and out of breath. The kiss Olivier gave him was strong, passionate, everything Leon would expect from a fighter. He didn’t want to let him go and he let out a small whimper when the other pulled away, though his heavy breathing turned into a small laugh at Olivier’s next words.

 

 

“Am I ready to continue?” He shook his head though sat up, feeling the ache in his bones; when was the last time he moved around so much in such a short amount of time? “Not really,” he said, getting to his feet. “But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Even if he was tired and aching he was hardly a quitter, and there was no way he was going to let this wonderful opportunity to understand something Olivier loved get away from him. He stretched a few times and then shot Olivier a small smirk.

 

 

“How do you say ‘bring it on’ in French?”