Under Different Circumstances
I Really Can't Stay
Christmas story! Yay! Go listen to "Baby It's Cold Outside".
Disclaimer: CHRISTMAS SEASON! Ironically, the song started playing halfway through, when I was writing it.
Under Different Circumstances
I Really Can't Stay
His lover had, yet again, managed to get him exactly where he wanted him. That place was somewhere in his hallway, with his back pressed against the wall, and his arms wrapped around Jean-Pierre's chest, pulling him closer, even though he really had to leave.
"Jean-Pierre, stop, I have to leave, please." He wanted to sound firm and demanding, but when his boyfriend was nipping at his neck, while his hands roamed dangerously free under his cable knit sweater and when they hadn't been intimate in a long time, it made everything quite difficult.
"Mais mon cœur, il fait froid dehors."/ "But it's cold outside, love." Jean-Pierre whispered seductively in his ear, taking the time to nibble at the sensitive flesh that was there and give an extra little lick for more effect. He couldn't help but moan. It wasn't he didn't want to stay at Jean-Pierre's place; lord knew he did it enough times in the past, but he had an early day tomorrow and a lot of work to do… and really, he only dropped by to pick up something he forgot last time, which he absolutely needed for tomorrow.
However, naturally, his lover was cooking so he asked him to stay and Jean-Pierre knew he was a sucker for good food and even though he tried to protest, his stomach grumbled loudly and the reality remained he didn't have the time to eat all day.
The meal was wonderful and his lover took out his good wine, which flowed freely. Moreover, when the clock struck ten, he got up to leave, but Jean-Pierre insisted they just relax a bit in the living room and then he took out after dinner drinks with chocolates…
But now it was eleven fifteen and he had to leave!
"Jeaaaaaan, mmh, arrête."/ "Jeaaaaaan, mmh, stop." He lacked conviction and they both knew it. Jean-Pierre stopped the ministrations he was giving the earlobe and Vincent was foolish enough to think he was going to let him go, but then he restarted at the neck and his hands were doing things… oh such wondrous things.
"J'vais être dehors toute la soirée si t'arrêtes pas."/ "I'll be outside all night if you don't stop." He gave the younger man that sultry enigmatic smile he loved so much and Vincent became even more putty in Jean-Pierre's hands. Perhaps it did not help his hands successfully managed to remove his sweater and his mouth traveled south.
"J'ai un – J'ai un rendez-vous avec mon boss demain matin…"/ "I have a – I have an appointment with my boss tomorrow morning…"
"Y neige dehors; c'est dangereux."/ "It's snowing outside; it's dangerous." The older man swirled his tongue around Vincent's left nipple and the younger man knew he was losing the battle.
"J'dois être au bureau pour huit heures…"/"I have to be in for eight…" He moaned again and fisted his hands in Jean-Pierre's hair.
"Tu vas g'ler dehors; j'peux t'accompagner demain matin."/ "You'll freeze outside; I can bring you in tomorrow morning." He stopped shortly with his actions and straightened up. They looked at each other for a moment and Vincent actually found himself considering it. Sensing that Vincent needed more convincing, Jean-Pierre let his finger sensually slide down his lover's chest and let it rest at his waistband. He caressed the fabric and brushed the skin that was there. Vincent shivered at the touch. Jean-Pierre would be the death of him.
"People will talk at the office tomorrow."
"You never care before. Why shou-ld it bod'er you now? So let dem tal-k. It's not your problem if you 'ave a life sexual wit your partner." He whispered in his ear, using his thick English accent to his advantage. The bastard knew him too well. Then he had the guts to let that finger dip below the waistband and invite the other digits in as well. He involuntarily bucked his hips forward, which made Jean-Pierre smirk in triumph.
"Dat's more like it." He was teasing him! That's what it was. It was the only logical explanation, considering the fact his lips were hovering an inch away from his own and his hand was leaving feather light touches to his pelvic area without doing anything more; just taunting him and making him needier.
"Just get on with it, please! Fuck me now or so help me God, I will take you up against your wall and I don't care if your neighbours' complain." Jean-Pierre smirked and let his hand reach its final destination, pleased he managed to convince his boyfriend to stay.
"Mais avec plaisir, mon cœur."/ "With pleasure, my love." Vincent felt Jean-Pierre was talking too much and crashed his lips on his for a messy, needy kiss. He could indulge a bit in a little quality time with his lover; after all, it was the holiday season and it seemed Jean-Pierre was quite in the giving mood tonight.
OWARI 15
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Started writing: November 27th 2010, 4:50pm
Finished writing: November 27th 2010, 5:37pm
Started typing: December 2nd 2010, 9:31pm
Finished typing: December 2nd 2010, 10:14pm