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Giving up control
Damn ties.
Christophe cursed under his breath and undid his tie for the 4th time. It was always either too short or too long. He threw it on the floor and cursed loudly. It was the day of the formal dance for Gregory's work and he was getting ready. He didn't need an hour and half, like the blond, but it would very nearly take that long if his tie wouldn't work with him.
He cursed again, looking angrily at his tie laying on the floor.
"How is it going with your suit?" Gregory called from outside, knocking on the door.
"Eet would be going a lot better eef someone wouldn't be banging on ze door all ze time!" he barked back.
"I just wanted to know if you could use some help with your tie or something."
"No!"
"Ah, so, you're finished then?" Gregory stepped inside. Christophe had the feeling he should tie himself down when he saw Gregory in his tuxedo, or otherwise he would have jumped him for sure. The fabric clung to his body perfectly, nearly suggestively and filthily. It emphasized his lean figure and perfect ass. Christophe had to snap himself out of it to not stare too openly at him.
"Hm, not quite finished then." Gregory mused with a slight smirk. He bent down to get Christophe's tie off the floor. Christophe's mouth ran dry as the fabric was pulled tight over Gregory's ass, his mind going into overdrive as he thought of what he wanted to do to it.
Gregory beckoned him to come closer and he found that he did so without even thinking about it. Gregory could ask him to do about anything when he wore that tuxedo and he would have done it. He bit the inside of his cheek as Gregory moved closer, putting the tie around his neck. His smell all around him, ruling out every possible other smell. He could feel Gregory's fingers moving slightly over shirt and skin as the blond did his tie effortlessly.
It made him remember that night, only a week back. The night that Gregory didn't remember and he hadn't had the courage to start talking about. He hated himself for it, he was usually so brave, so careless about consequences. But he couldn't be careless when it came to Gregory.
The blond had sounded insecure and thoughtful that night. And the idea that Gregory might reject him, thought that it had been a mistake was something he could not bear. Physical pain, like getting punched in the groin, would be better than getting rejected by Gregory. Said Englishman interrupted his thoughts:
"You know, you are actually not supposed to regular suit to these things." Gregory remarked, eyes still fixed on his tie.
"What ever. I am only doing zis for you." Christophe grumbled. He knew he was unintentionally showing his softer side. That side of him that would do absolutely everything for Gregory. And judging by the look in Gregory's eyes it didn't go unnoticed. The blond smiled softly and he rose his hand to caress Christophe's cheek for the tiniest of moments. His fingertips warm against Christophe's skin.
"I know. I appreciate it." Their eyes met and Christophe was struck by the intensity of Gregory's gaze. Normally he hid his emotions pretty well but he could see his own vulnerable and open expression mirrored in Gregory's blue eyes. He wanted to lean in, to have their mouths meet, to finally seal their special bond with a kiss. But Gregory turned away, breaking the moment. He grabbed his coat as if nothing had happened.
"Come on, we better hurry up."
"Yes." Christophe agreed. He watched Gregory walk out of the door, wondering if he had only imagined that look in his eyes.
XXX
They took a cab to get to the dance. It was just a little while out of town in a big field. When they arrived they could already see the band playing and people in tuxedo talking underneath white gazebos that lined the field. Some couples were already dancing, dresses and tuxedos seemed to sparkle in the light of the late afternoon. Little tables were scattered everywhere with drinks and snacks on it.
The whole thing had a fairy tale look to it and Christophe knew that Gregory would fit right in there. The light of the lampoons would make his hair all perfect and glowing and accentuating his eyes. He fixed his eyes on the entrance of the field, not wanting to look at his best friend that was right next to him and smelling like heaven. This was really some sort of fairy tale. Going to an outdoor ball thing with a perfect blond prince. Stupid really, that so far this fairy tale was also rather cruel to him.
They got out and walked to the entrance. They were greeted by a bunch of Gregory's male colleagues at the door, all shouting happily and slapping Gregory on the back. He knew he was repeating himself but he fucking hated lawyers. They were loud, obnoxious and had a certain air of decadence. He hated everyone's arrogance, except for Gregory's.
The dates of the lot of them were some way behind them, all in pretty dresses who looked a bit annoyed or embarrassed at their behavior. A few of them eyed Christophe in wonder, but Gregory's colleagues were less shy about it.
"Oh!" One of them said lewd voice, drawing the sound out in mock surprise. "And who is this?" As one man they turned to Christophe, who just eyed them calmly. He wished he were smoking a cigarette right now. So that he could blow the smoke in their faces just to piss them off. Instead he frowned.
"I'm -." but he couldn't reply because they interrupted him.
"Are you his date?" A brown haired man with glasses said.
"You are! Aren't you!" Another one chimed in.
"You're really burly, I'd never have guessed you were gay." A tall blond one said.
"Not all gays are girly types." Someone called and they all laughed. A few colleagues dragged Gregory away from him, laughing and joking as they went. Christophe was left with the tall blond one, who raised his glass at him as in a salute.
"I'm Pete Melman."
"Hello, I'm-"
"Christophe Mousseau, yes, I know. Good to finally meet you." Christophe was surprised that this man already seemed to know his name. But the blond kept talking to him, obviously feeling talkative.
"So, Gregory never told me how long the two of you have been together?"
"Excuse me?" Christophe asked, baffled and sure he had not understood the question correct.
"You and Gregory, how long have you been a couple?"
Christophe wasn't sure how to respond to that, except for with the truth.
"We aren't a couple." He received a surprised look.
"You mean to tell me, that the two of you live together but are not together?"
"Yes, zat ees exactly ze case."
"But, you are both gay!"
"Yes, so?"
"He never shuts up about you! All our colleagues are sick and tired of hearing about you, as I am sure are quite a few of his clients. You sure are not together?"
"Well, eef we are zen I sure missed something!" Christophe grinned, his eyes moving over the field, finding Gregory's familiar form among the mass of suits. Most men present walked with like a predator, obviously looking for a partner, but Gregory didn't. He had an authoritative air about him, confident and content. Christophe only listened with slight attention to what Pete was saying.
"Everybody at work thinks you are a couple, especially since he brought you here as his date."
"I'm not 'is date, we're 'ere as friends." His eyes never leaving Gregory.
"...as friends?"
"Yes." Pete was silent and then he leaned in, beckoning him to come closer. Christophe leaned in and Pete whispered in his ear.
"Have you not noticed the way he looks at you?"
"Zere ees nothing wrong with ze way 'e looks at me." From across the field, Gregory caught his eye.
"I know that look, that is not a look you give someone you want to be just friends with." Christophe sweeped his eyes up and down Gregory's form, not even pretending he was not totally checking him out.
"I think you are seeing things." He said back.
"I don't think so. And by the looks of you, Gregory is not barking at the wrong tree." Only then did he realize Pete had drawn away from him, watching as Christophe and Gregory were looking at each other. He felt a gentle push in his back.
"Go to him, and if you are still not together by the end of the night then I'm personally stepping in. " Normally he would have made an angry comment at that, but Gregory was making his way towards him and he didn't care about Pete anymore. He stepped up to the blond and they met each other at a table near the center of the field.
"Can I tempt you?" Gregory asked, holding two drinks and passing one of them to Christophe.
Always, thought Christophe and he accepted the glass. They clinked their glasses and smiled, striking up a conversation about trivial things. The weather, the news, the outfits of people present...and Christophe didn't know if he could feel more content then just being there with Gregory. The stars were coming out slowly and the music and laughter of other people a pleasant background sound to their moment. Their conversation turned to Gregory's colleagues.
"Did you like them?" Gregory asked, Christophe just shrugged.
"Not so much, zey are too arrogant. Zat Pete is a nice weirdo, zough." They stood near a jasmine tree, it's white flowers hanging down in tresses towards the little table. Their sweet smell mixing with Gregory's scent and Christophe knew he would forever associate the smell of jasmine with the sight of Gregory in his tuxedo.
"You seemed to be having a good time with him." Gregory managed to disguise his jealousy quite well, but Christophe noticed it either way. He grinned and let his fingers trail over Gregory's arm.
"Don't be jealous, mon cher. You know I only want you." It was said as partially a joke, partially as the truth and he could tell that Gregory wasn't able to tell which one it was.
"Good." Gregory smirked and put his drink down. He held out his hand to Christophe. "A dance then?" Christophe smiled.
"But of course." He accepted Gregory's hand and permitted the blond to lead him towards the dancing part of the field. They fell into an easy rhythm and Christophe allowed Gregory to lead. Twirling and swaying to the beat, hands soft and careful on each other's clothes. He marveled at how easy it was to dance with Gregory and he got completely lost in Gregory's warmth and the softness of the music.
"You are allowing me to make you the woman in this dance." Gregory snickered after some time in his ear.
"I don't mind being the woman sometimes." Christophe replied, seemingly absentmindedly but his heart was racing.
"You know, like doing laundry, cooking, laying on my back with a beautiful blond man between my legs..." He could feel Gregory freeze up.
"Really? On your back?"
"Or on my front. As long as eet ees with a nice man I don't mind ze position I am in."
"I always figured you were more of a top." Gregory's voice was strained.
"Hm, I like zat too. But eet depends on who I am with. After all, we both 'ave to 'ave a good time." He whispered the last bit straight into Gregory's ear. Maybe it was the cocktails, maybe it was the smell of jasmine still hanging around Gregory but he found that if the blond didn't remember he sure as hell would make him remember.
"Yes, you're right about that" Gregory said back, pulling him slightly closer to him. He caught a glimpse of the look in Gregory's eyes. It was the same look that shot his way when they had come back from the bar the other day. He decided to go for it, to throw himself into the deep end.
"'ow bad do you want to fuck me right now?" He whispered in Gregory's ear, deliberately letting his lips brush over the shell of his ear. Gregory's hand tightened on his waist, preventing him from moving away. A warm mouth was pressed against his ear as the response was whispered back at him.
"So bad."
"It can be arranged, you know." He breathed back. Gregory moved closer, forcing their bodies to meet fully. Chest pressing against chest, legs brushing as they kept dancing. Their formal clothing not hiding their arousals in the slightest.
"Hm...easy lay are you?" Gregory taunted.
"You are too. I'm not 'earing you saying no."
"Like I would ever say no to you." Christophe narrowed his eyes. He had been denied before so he dared:
"Prove eet."
He was yanked off the dance floor in a flash, getting dragged away by Gregory hurriedly. They ordered a cab at the front desk. Christophe was still too stunned to fully comprehend what was happening, was he really finally going to have sex with Gregory? But he caught sight of an eager looking Gregory and knew:
Oh, hell yes.
Inside the cab they looked at each other. For a moment, Christophe didn't know what to do, but Gregory did, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. Christophe nearly moaned out loud when he felt Gregory's full and soft lips on his, sliding slowly. It was just a short kiss and Gregory backed up, looking at him almost reverently.
"It's so much better kissing you when we're both not completely drunk." Gregory murmured before moving back in to kiss him again, but Christophe stopped him. He pressed a hand against Gregory's shoulder looking at him bewildered.
"What?"
"Oh come on, did you really think I didn't remember?" Gregory looked smug, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Christophe wanted to demand an explanation but his mouth was smothered again by a kiss and all thoughts left his head. His hands tangling into Gregory's blond hair, pulling him in closer.
"We're here." The cabdriver's voice came from far off. They moved apart and Gregory paid as Christophe moved outside, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He was worried that the blond might reconsider but soon he found out that that fear was unneeded. Because Gregory was right behind him, slamming the door shut and grabbing him by his shoulders to yank him in for another kiss.
Christophe lost all control. He practically ripped Gregory's tuxedo off of him and tugged him along with him towards the blond's bedroom. Gregory's hands were everywhere as they unbuttoned his shirt and tugged his pants away from him. But Christophe wouldn't have it. Now that the moment was finally here he wanted to enjoy it thoroughly. He pushed Gregory onto the bed and ripped his briefs off.
Then he just stared. The blond was perfection. Skin flushed a delicious pink on his chest, nipples dark against it. A blond trail of hairs leading to his flushed erection and legs spread and slightly bent. He looked up and met Gregory's smirk and eyes that were gleaming with passion and arrogance. He moved up to kiss him.
"You're beautiful." He husked against Gregory's lips.
"I figured as much, judging from the way you looked at me." He whispered back. Christophe moaned and started to kiss down Gregory's neck. Taking his time to kiss him everywhere, lips trailing over his collarbone, closing over his nipples and licking over his bellybutton.
The blond was panting above him by the time he finally settled between his legs. He took him into his mouth and starting sucking and licking with passion, unbelievably turned on from Gregory's taste and smell. Gregory moaned above him, the sound beautiful and extremely erotic. But he was pulled up harshly, a hot, desperate mouth already planting kisses down his neck.
Gregory yanked his boxers away before flipping him onto his stomach. A warm mouth pressed kisses down his spine and back, hands drifting over his sides and sliding over his ass. Christophe slumped against the covers, moaning quietly as Gregory kissed his way down his back. Then, Gregory moved lower, grabbing his ass and spreading him open.
He let out a surprised gasp and his eyes flew open as Gregory took a slow swipe over him.
"Gregory." He breathed out, still surprised, as the blond licked him again. He moaned as the blond's lips closed over him, hands spreading him further. A tongue, hot and moist, dipped inside him, stroking him from the inside. His breathing hitched and he hissed out.
"Damn, damn Gregory." Still not fully believing Gregory was actually doing this. The blond seemed too much of a hygiene freak for him to be doing that. The uncharacteristic element of it perhaps even turning him on more than the actual act itself. Hands gripped him harder, spreading him open and he felt Gregory kiss him, lick him, push his tongue inside him and a stream of moans fell from his lips.
"Gregory! Gregory! Fuck! Damn!" He moaned. And he heard, and even better, felt the blond moan behind him. He wanted more and he panted out:
"Your fingers, fuck!" It wasn't even really a question, barely a demand. But Gregory understood, of course. His mouth moved up, kissing the small of his back. One of his hands slid over him, cupping his ass and letting the thumb trail over him. He shuddered against the sheets and his hands twisted them in his grip as Gregory slid one finger inside him. He breathed out shakily as that finger worked inside him, sliding in and out in an excruciating pace. Gregory moved up, one hand pressing him down against the mattress and the other one pressing into him. A second finger was added and he groaned at the tightness.
"Fuck." He panted, eyes squeezing closed. His hands flailed, grabbing for Gregory's bedside table and getting the lube out of it. Gregory's free hand took it from him and his other hand left him too. When Gregory's fingers returned they were slicked up and sliding in deep. He moaned pathetically as Gregory picked up his pace from earlier:
Slow, thorough.
It was clear he had done it many times as he sought out Christophe's prostrate, pressing against it with his fingers. Christophe felt himself buck uncontrollably and he moaned even louder. He had not had this done to him in some time and he was overly sensitive to every touch. Or maybe it was because it was Gregory who was touching him. Finally.
Gregory's movements became easier, more fluent and he used that to press in harder. His fingers pushing against Christophe's prostrate, making him buck and groan, driving him completely insane with pleasure.
"More." He rasped out.
"Hm, what was that?" Gregory said. He could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"More!" He groaned out louder, as those fingers kept stroking him insistently. "More, now!" He bucked under Gregory as he could feel a third finger slide in.
"Oh yes, yes." He moaned as he felt how Gregory was stretching him softly. But with a definite purpose behind it. The hand on his lower back was tightening, keeping him pressed down onto the mattress. The blond wanted this control. As those fingers stroked him faster and harder he couldn't keep his legs from jerking and he felt sweat slide down his spine. His moist breath was making the sheets beneath his head damp and his entire body was zoomed in onto the feeling of Gregory's fingers inside him.
Through his daze he reached beside him, where Gregory had dropped the lube onto the covers. He grabbed it and flicked it open. With a harsh buck of his hips he threw Gregory to the side and he turned around immediately.
Gregory's hair was a mess, a blush down to his neck and his erection looked nearly painful. Before Gregory could ask anything he squirted some lube onto his hand and he smeared it all over the blond's erection. The blond moaned at his touch. A choked sound and his eyes slipped close. His body quivering at Christophe's touch and hands groping to grasp the sheets.
When he figured the lube was sufficiently spread he turned onto his stomach again, grabbing Gregory's arm and tugging him over him.
"Yes?"Gregory whispered against his ear, even as he moved to lie between Christophe's spread legs. Desperation making his voice deep and shaking.
"Yes." Christophe breathed back, already feeling Gregory press up against him. "Now." He groaned against the pillow.
The moan that came from Gregory's lips as he slowly sunk into Christophe was a loud and desperate one. As if he had been holding it in but could no longer do that as he finally got what he wanted. He stilled and pressed desperate, hot kisses to Christophe's back. Christophe could feel him panting against his skin. Murmuring:
"Oh, oh, oh." Over and over.
"Are you okay?" He whispered over his shoulder. He knew he was in a delirious mixture of pain and pleasure bit the blond sounded like he was too. Gregory had gone too still. Like he was contemplating. Or maybe having second thoughts. Christophe was terrified all of a sudden that the blond would want to stop. But Gregory reassured him in a low, heavy voice, tones edged with lust.
"Yes. It's just... It's you. I can't believe it's you. " And with that he started rocking his hips unsurely, but quickly picking up in strength and pace. Soft whimpers fell against Christophe's neck as the blond moved behind him. Christophe spread his legs wider and moaned loudly when Gregory hit his prostrate. He could feel his neck get sticky with sweat and breathed out shakily when Gregory kissed and him, licking away the salty beads of his back. He didn't bother to keep quiet. He wasn't like the blond in that way at all. And with the next thrust to his prostrate he growled out:
"Yes, oh fuck yes, Gregory." Gregory's breathing hitched noticeably at that. He hooked one of his arms under Christophe's and started pushing in harder and with more desperation behind it. Christophe moaned low in his throat, moving back into Gregory's thrusts.
"Oh, delicious Gregory. You feel so good." He moaned into the covers. He realized, as Gregory moaned in his ear, that he had spoken in French. It didn't matter either way. Gregory may even speak French, he didn't know. But in that moment of passion it was clear what he meant. He grabbed the sheets to have something to hold onto as he pushed back harder.
He hitched one knee up under him, pressing himself up, forcing Gregory halfway onto his knees, who moaned in appreciation.
Gregory's hands slid down over his shoulders and back. Smooth, warm and slick with sweat of both of them. He moved back and grasped Christophe's hips firmly, taking complete control. He groaned as he pushed in hard and fast, fucking Christophe intensely and thorough. Much like Christophe had always pictured he would do it: with total devotion and dedication.
His pace becoming faster, harsher, more eager and desperate. And Christophe tried to push back but his movements were completely controlled by the blond, who dug his nails into the soft skin of his hips. Keeping him still as he moved, slammed into him, harder and faster. Mercilessly hitting his prostrate so that Christophe kept groaning out curses and panted into the sheets below him.
"Oh, oh, God, Christophe." Gregory groaned out.
"Zere ees no God 'ere." Christophe couldn't help but moan back. Gregory laughed deliriously and he leaned back in over Christophe, his hands sliding up over Christophe's back to end up next to Christophe's on the sheets.
"Wouldn't you say that this feels divine?" Gregory breathed, laughing shakily in Christophe's ear. His arrogance somehow being very in place at that moment and Christophe couldn't think of a reply, could only gasp as Gregory leaned over him. The blond's pace slowing down, his sweaty chest pressed up against Christophe's back and his hands on the outside of Christophe's, clenching the sheets in their grasps.
"Gregory,fuck." Christophe groaned out as he noticed that Gregory was instead of speeding up, like most people tended to do, slowing down. Moving out nearly all the way before pressing back in. He knew Gregory didn't want the moment to end.
And neither did he.
He moved back just as slowly, meeting Gregory's thrusts. He took just that little bit of control, but in return, he kept his hands on the sheets, clenching them in his grasp. He knew Gregory loved control, and he knew he was noticing what he was doing. A hot mouth closed over the warm skin of his neck, sucking on the skin. Gregory hooked one arm under Christophe's, his free hand drifting over his side and waist to finally grasp Christophe's erection, that had been neglected almost the entire time.
"Fuck, fuck, oh yes!" Christophe groaned as Gregory started to slowly stroke him.
"Oh, Christophe." It was said in a loving, passionate all out needy voice and Christophe nearly expected a declaration of love to follow. Warm lips trailing over the shell of his ear, his neck and he panted fiercely. Communicating all that he wanted to say in grasping Gregory's hand that was still next to his. A deep feeling of love was washing over him as he felt Gregory's warm body behind his own. Somehow these slow movements connected them on a whole other level. Just before they were fucking, this nearly felt like making love. Gregory nuzzled his neck again and sighed contently, and Christophe knew the sentiment was shared.
He was nearly sobbing into the sheets as Gregory kept moving slow and deliberate, driving both of them crazy with need. He knew his breath was coming out in shaking huffs, hands tightening on the sheets, forcing himself not to touch himself. The build of his climax was slow, intense and he felt how he was gasping harder every time he got closer. And every time he did he was clenching around Gregory who whimpered behind him, turning him on even more.
And as Gregory's hand moved over him again he could feel the familiar rush creeping up faster and faster. He was becoming louder and louder, couldn't catch his breath and pressing his head against the covers hard. Gregory still moving slow and hard, working him over intensely.
"Fuuuck." He moaned out. Sobbing, chocking. And behind him Gregory did the same. Gregory tightened his grip and Christophe bucked into his hand, uncontrollably, harsh, desperate, so desperate to come.
"Christophe, shit!" Gregory gasped out as Christophe clenched around him. He was right at the edge, just one more touch and he'd-.
Gregory swiped his thumb over him again and he groaned out, long and low, coming over the sheets below him. Gregory moaned in his ear, tensing up behind him and Christophe felt him drag over his prostrate hard and fast. Finally letting go and following him over the edge.
"Christophe, oh Christophe!"
Gregory's fast movements prolonging his orgasm, completely riding it out until he was all but a quivering mess beneath the blond. Gregory stopped his movements slowly, lying down on top of him. His sweaty chest pressed against Christophe's back. He rolled off him and Christophe turned onto his side, looking at Gregory. Both of them were panting and really sweaty. Gregory was out of breath, wide-eyed and messy haired. He moved his hand into Gregory's sweaty hair and pulled him closer.
They met in a kiss, slow and sweet.
XXX
He woke up alone in Gregory's bed and immediately knew something was wrong. He moved to sit in the bed and looked up to see Gregory standing in the doorway. He wasn't looking at him but was leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed and with a slight frown on his face.
Christophe felt his stomach drop to the floor.
He knew what this meant.
"Last night shouldn't have happened." Gregory still wasn't looking at him.
"And why not?" Christophe bit out through clenched teeth, anger replacing the feeling of sadness and dread.
"We are living together, this could become highly inconvenient."
"Why?" He wanted to slap Gregory, punch him into submission. That son of a bitch had known all along about Christophe's infatuation.
"I can't see this working out. You and I, we're too different." The blond was silent, still looking at a spot to Christophe's left and he realized that this explanation was all he was going to get.
"And zat's all you 'ave to say?"
"Yes, it is. That's my final word on all this." And he walked out, leaving Christophe alone in his bed.
Christophe narrowed his eyes at the empty doorway, listening to Gregory's footsteps and decided:
This wasn't over.
