Disclaimer: Only the fic is mine.
AN: Want to see the movie again so badly but being broke stinks, this idea came from all the rain we've been getting. Unbeated.
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The deer hunt had been successful, Lefou wasn't a hunter, it had never held any interest for him, but he'd never pass up any opportunity to spend time with his best friend.
Gaston was so amazing, confident in who he was and full of life, where he himself was awkward and quiet.
Gaston had jet black hair, dark eyes, and his muscles were unbelievable, how he had been able to get such a man as a friend was a complete mystery to Lefou.
Lefou was average height, not obese, but slightly pudgy, with dark hair and eyes.
He hid his awkward side as much as possible by humor and everyone thought of him as much needed comic relief.
"We did well did we not Lefou?" Gaston's voice broke into his thoughts.
"You did all the work Gaston."
"Nonsense, you spotted the deer for me in the first place."
Lefou felt his knees go weak as Gaston flashed his killer smile, dimples on full display.
Just then a boom came and they both jumped, they saw the sky getting black.
"My cottage is the closest," Lefou said, and they raced to get there.
But the weather had other ideas and rain started to pour in the short distance it took to get there.
Both men were drenched by the time they got inside and by the fire.
Gaston laid the deer on the table as Lefou went into his bedroom to change clothes and brought out the clothes Gaston had been wearing when he came to Lefou's cottage and had changed into his hunting outfit.
Gaston was just as soaked and his clothes clung to every inch of him, especially his back side.
Lefou forced himself not to think about how firm it looked and cleared his throat.
Gaston took the clothes and went behind the curtain to change. Lefou resisted the urge to sigh.
Lefou had realized a long time ago he was attracted to only men and he was madly in love with Gaston.
But he knew Gaston loved only women and he knew the village likely wouldn't think kindly if they knew Lefou liked men.
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He was so gorgeous sitting there by the fire, the light of the flames seemed to make Lefou's profile more pronounced.
Gaston couldn't help but sneak looks as he was changing, Lefou may not think so but he was an attractive man.
Gaston had found some men attractive on occasion but never had any desire to verbalize or do anything about it.
He assumed it was due to the stress of being far from home and fighting in a war.
Then he returned home and net Lefou who had recently moved to the village.
Lefou had brought light which helped Gaston move on from the horrors of the war.
He was attracted to a man who idolized him but wasn't in love with him.
He'd flirt with Lefou at the tavern but Lefou never responded and always pulled Lisa, his favorite bimbette into his lap.
Then today after they had gotten inside from the rain he just couldn't get the image of a soaked Lefou out of his mind.
His clothes clinging to his body, especially on his back side and it taken all of Gaston's restraint not to look at Lefou's crotch area.
He rejoined Lefou and they went to work preparing the deer for dinner.
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Three days later Gaston and Lefou were walking through the village square when he saw a young woman in a blue dress and brown hair.
She was more beautiful than any female in the village.
Why would anyone like her want to live in such a boring place?
Gaston turned to the bimbettes who were nearby with swooning looks on their faces.
"Who is she?" Gaston asked.
"Her name is Belle, and she just moved here with her father Maurice."
Gaston turned to Lefou, "I just laid eyes on my future bride."
Lefou looked stunned, "Your...bride?"
"You heard me, a beautiful girl like her should have me, the most handsome man in the village as her husband."
She would be the perfect distraction from being in love with someone who didn't and would never feel the same.