"Hey, Jean." The dark and mysterious boy turned around at the doorway. "Can you help me do something?"
"Sure. What do you want me for?"
"Well, firstly, I don't have to have a reason to want you, do I?" Julien snickered as Jean turned red. "But that's not it." He grabbed a bottle of peppermint essential oil. "Can you rub this on my poitrine? I'm congested." Julien was not actually congested.
"You don't sound congested to me."
"Well, I am. Plus, the doctor said that peppermint oil is good for the soul. And you said you would help me."
Slowly, Jean walked back to the bed. He sat down on the edge, a foot away from where Julien was. Not close enough. He grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the cap. When he looked up, Julien was unbuttoning his silk pyjama shirt. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at Julien's beautiful poitrine. It was so perfect. So sculpted, so smooth, so… Aryan.
"Are you going to do it or not?" Surprised, Jean looked back up at Julien. Shyly, he squeezed oil into his palm and placed it on Julien's poitrine, right where his coeur was supposed to be. He gently rubbed the oil onto Julien's pecs until they glistened softly. He tried not to hyperventilate while he did this. It was hard, because of, firstly Julien's sculpted poitrine, but also because when he looked up, Julien was staring lustily at him. Jean bit his lip and finished the job.
"Alright, Julien." He capped the bottle and set it on the nightstand. However, as he prepared to stand and leave, Julien's hand wrapped around his wrist. They both froze, Jean not daring to meet Julien's eyes because he knew he would lose all control of his shaking breaths. Julien reached over and slid his fingers into Jean's curls. He slowly pulled him closer until their mouths were almost touching. Jean could hear Julien's rapid breathing and he was sure that Julien could feel his thundering heartbeat.
"Let me love you," Julien breathed. Then, he pressed their lips together.
Jean wasn't sure how it had happened, but a short while later, he was underneath Julien and wearing nothing but his boxers. When he opened his eyes, Julien was grinning devilishly. "You want to have another go?" Julien asked. Jean smiled dreamily. Then, he noticed his freshly ironed trousers crumpled in a heap on the floor.
"Dammit, Quentin!" He laughed as he got up and picked up his newly creased trousers from the floor.
"I guess that means you don't?" Still laughing, Jean put on his trousers and left the room. As soon as he was gone, Julien flopped onto the bed and let out a groan of frustration. Clearly, Jean was more interested in his no longer immaculate trousers than he was in getting naked with Julien. Still, this was a promising start…