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Breaking and Entering

Next day he woke up and still felt exhausted, even after a solid 9 hours of sleep. He had worked until the bar had closed, and had cleaned up afterwards. He decided: enough is enough. He called Tweek, still in bed.

"He-Hello?"

"Hello Tweek, it's Christophe."

"Oh, he- hello!"

"I want to change my contract. To part time. Also I want you to hire more people. We 'ave ze money, I have seen ze numbers."

"You- you can't just demand that."

"I'm not demanding anything. But you are going to do that, or I'm quitting my job altogether."

"Christophe, GAH! That's not fair!" Christophe closed his eyes in defeat, already desperately needing a cigarette. At heart and deep down he could be a very nice person and when people needed him he felt that side of him stir. He knew that he would have to suppress it if he wanted to get his way.

"I am being serious. At least 'ire some more people."

"NGH! Maybe that is a good idea, yes! GAH! I am not very good at that. Could you help me with that?"

"Fine. If you put out some advertisements I will help. But if you don't put zem out then I am out! You hear me?" Anger once again in his voice.

"Y-yes. I'll see you on Tuesday okay?"

"Yes, and zose advertisements had better be fucking out zen!" He hung up. He dropped his phone on the floor and grabbed his pants, still laying close to his bed. Last night he had just pulled off his clothes and had dropped them on the floor as he went. He grabbed Gregory's card from his pocket, staring at the neat font thinking hard:

The offer the blond had made to him last night had been haunting him all throughout the cleaning up of the bar.

Living with Gregory. The offer was both insanely tempting and horrible. The thought of being able to be around Gregory a lot. Living in the same house, seeing him at dinner, catching him unexpectedly in the shower...It could be like heaven.

But it could also be complete torture.

Gregory had flirted with him, yes, but he had been inebriated. So therefor it didn't necessarily mean anything. He still wasn't sure whether Gregory was gay or not. And maybe if he was...Christophe wasn't sure how he would feel if Gregory would turn up late at night with a date.

But the thought of seeing Gregory again, talking to him, properly catching up and hanging out with him was what made the decision for him. Even after not having seen Gregory for years he had the feeling he was under his spell again. They had been quite close in high school and he missed that friendship a lot. He wanted to make up for all those years they hadn't seen each other.

With great difficulty and tired feet he got up from his bed and sat down behind his computer, taking Gregory's card with him. Being good with computers had its advantages. Especially since not many people had good security on their websites. Neither, apparently, did the company Gregory worked for.

His business card had the name of the company on it and his personal phone number. But no way was he going to call him to say he would be dropping by. He simply hacked into the intranet of the company's site, right to where all the personal addresses of the employees were. He jotted down the address and grabbed his stuff.

Loading his stuff into his car went quickly. He didn't have a lot of stuff either way. It was a tight fit but he managed to squeeze everything in his little peugeot. The tiny French car still got many odd looks, especially as people saw the word 'peugeot' on it and tried to pronounce it. Christophe still got a good laugh out of that.

He parked his car in front of Gregory's house. He would need to make a phone call first. Luckily the phone was picked up at the third ring.

"Hello? Who is this?" A snarling voice came.

"Cartman? Eet's Christophe."

"Ah, the English bastard, what do you want?"

"I'm French, you fucktard." Christophe snapped. "I want to cancel my contract. I no longer live in your apartment."

"What?!"

"I signed the forms and everything and I left the keys inside." His eyes flew over Gregory's house, not giving two fucks about how he could practically hear Cartman get angry on the other side of the phone.

He liked the house. It was nice. Not too big, not too small. Just right.

"Yeah, well. You have to tell me that two months ahead and you didn't. You're still paying for the coming two months."

"Zat is not in ze contract."

"Even so! You probably ruined the place with your stupid British ways! You are paying me, you hear me?" It was nearly shouted.

"I'll talk to my lawyer about zat." And he hung up. He had a feeling he could really use Gregory's help in this. And he was sure the blond would offer that help to him. Besides, he had done everything according to the contract and he had wanted out of there so desperately that he really didn't care anymore.

The door to Gregory's apartment proved very easy to unlock. Christophe had picked many locks in his life and this was quite easy to force open. He would need to talk to Gregory about that. He liked his things to be safe, thank you very much.

Once inside he whistled in approval. Gregory's place wasn't overly big but it was nice. He walked around it for a moment taking it all in. Just looking, but barely touching things. He figured Gregory would be like him: fond of his privacy. The place was clean and neat. Everything orderly but not too clean to look obsessive-like. Christophe ran his fingers over the books in Gregory's office.

Law books, a lot of English literature and translated international novels, some cooking books. Also, on the bottom shelf, obviously there so as to not draw attention to them: some fantasy novels. They were clearly read over and over as the backs of them were lined and even ruffled at some places. Christophe grinned at Gregory's secret passion for those types of books.
He noticed how all the furniture was expensive. Not overly showy or flashy but it was all made of good quality material. It was obvious both he and Gregory had a good eye for that. Gregory had clearly not wanted to show off his wealth too much. But he had not managed to do that everywhere: in the living room were quite some paintings that were obviously expensive.

Christophe found what would turn about to be his bedroom right next to Gregory's. It was painted a simple white with a wooden floor. Right then it was used as a storage room for some boxes. They were labeled "England" and quite heavy. The urge to open them and see what was inside was overwhelming. He had the idea that they must be filled with stuff from Gregory's past. Maybe albums with pictures of Gregory riding a tricycle or cheesy family portraits with Gregory frowning in one of the back rows. But he decided to respect the blond's privacy, for now, and he just moved the boxes to Gregory's study room.

He decided to first put his desk and book cases together. Since he had done that many times he managed to do it quite quickly. He plugged his computer in but encountered a problem. Gregory's wifi network had a password. He knew immediately which network was Gregory's: Yardale.
Only Gregory would choose something like that. But even the clue to the password was confusing:

"Enemies, friends and lovers"

He decided not to waste his time on that and instead put his wardrobe together, the last bit of furniture. It was tiring and by the time he was finished he was sweating and exhausted. With a sigh he sat down on the floor and looked around his room. With just the furniture in it the room already looked much better. After a short break he brought his books and clothes inside. He was too tired to sort his books so he just pushed them into his bookcase.

He had a feeling he should at least make it up a bit to Gregory. Barging in on his house was maybe normal to him, it might not be normal to the blond. He had already passed some grocery stores in the neighborhood and he decided to go there and pick up some food for the both of them. It took him a while but he managed to find some decent French wine, some cheese and some nice dark bread. He put it all away in the kitchen and went back into his room. He was exhausted and decided it was time for a nap. He threw his mattress onto his bed and just collapsed onto it, not bothering to make it or take off his clothes. He fell asleep soon after.

"Well, well, well!"

He grunted and rolled over, looking up into Gregory's smiling face.

"I nearly got a heart attack when I saw your coat on the coat rack. I thought someone had forced the door."

"I did." Christophe grunted. Gregory sat down on his bed, still smiling.

"So you did take my offer."

"Don't push it." He sat up, glaring at Gregory. "I did buy you some things to make it up to you."

"You didn't have to, you know that."

"Yeah well." He didn't know what else to say. Also because Gregory in his suit, bathing in the light of the late afternoon, was thoroughly distracting. Gregory looked good in his suit, even better now than he had looked that night in his bar.

"It's just some French cheese and wine. If you want we can have some after dinner?" He proposed to the blond.

"That sounds fabulous." Gregory patted him on the knee. "You look quite ruffled though, maybe you should take a shower first. I'll get the stuff out of the fridge, it has to be room temperature, right?"

"Yes. That's a good idea." He got up and searched for his towel in his wardrobe. As he did so he was reminded of something.

"What's your wifi password?" Gregory was silent and seemed to contemplate something for a moment.

"You weren't able to hack it?"

"I thought I had done enough hacking for today." Gregory smiled at that.

"Oh, I'll, ah, give it to you after dinner, okay?"

Christophe nodded and grabbed a new set of clothes.

"I'll be quick." But Gregory just waved his hand.

"Don't worry about it."

Christophe was surprised to find out that Gregory's cooking skills were amazing. Of course he had seen the cooking books but somehow he had more thought they were there for show. But when he entered the kitchen the air was heavy with the smell of ratatouille and boiled potatoes.

Christophe sat down at the table.

"You cooked French things?"

Gregory laughed and sat down as well.

"Yeah, I thought it would go best with your French cheese and wine."

"I connected your computer to the internet." Gregory said as he filled Christophe's glass with wine.

"Oh really? Thank you. So, what is ze password?"

"You don't need to know that, I already preset your computer to log in automatically."

"You don't want me to know your password?" Christophe started eating happily, he was hungrier than he had anticipated.

"Like I said: it's not necessary." Christophe had a feeling that the password was something embarrassing. "So, what can I aspect of this arrangement? Will you be around a lot?"

"Unfortunately, probably not. I work a lot of hours per week."

"Full time?"

"Sometimes more. But I think you have ze same."

"Depends on the cases I'm working on, but mostly yes. But how come you work so much? You can work less now that you don't need the money right?"

"I would be, but we're understaffed at my job. So I'm often called in to work more. Including-." He chuckled. "Yesterday."

They both smiled at each other.

"Good." Gregory murmured. "Why doesn't Tweek hire more people?"

"I asked 'im about it a lot of times but he never does."

"We could press charges for that, you know." Gregory replied absentmindedly.

"Are you talking about a lawsuit?"

"Sure." Gregory shrugged.

"No! I could never do zat!"

"Hm. I think you are sweeter then you are letting on." Gregory smirked. Christophe was silent as he looked away.

"Yeah..well."

"Let me know though, when the work becomes too much and you cannot carry on. We'll think of something then."

"I don't need your help." Christophe growled.

"Never said you did." Gregory smirked.

"Zough, I may need some assistance in dealing wiz Cartman who wants me to pay two more months of rent." He mumbled. Gregory eyed him with a glint in his eye.

"Laaaaw suit." He sang. Christophe grinned and refilled their glasses, the absurdity and familiarity of Gregory singing bringing back fond memories. His laughter refused to die down and before he knew that he was doing it he felt himself bubbling over from laughter, nearly uncontrollably. Gregory eyed him with a surprised look but joined in, their laughter filling the tiny kitchen as the sun was setting outside.

XXX

Their schedules were both so busy however that Christophe didn't get to see much of Gregory. He was always incredibly tired when he came home and went straight the bed. Gregory worked totally different hours than he did and they didn't see each other properly until Monday the next week. Christophe had two nights off a week: Tuesday and Monday, the two days that not much interesting happened and the bar was mostly empty. Living in Denver but working in South Park was far from ideal but he preferred it to living in his old house. It may have been closer but there wasn't the chance of finding a sleeping blond man in his pajamas on the couch when he came home.

Gregory often watched TV, waiting for him to come home and would fall asleep watching Black Books. It was a strange TV show, Christophe mused, the protagonist reminded him a lot of himself for some reason and he wanted to tease the blond about it. But somehow he never did.

Instead he would carry Gregory to his bedroom, and put him under the covers. Sometimes the blond would wake up and started protesting. He would just ignore it and dump him on his bed threatening:

"Zat's all right, I will let you strain your neck next time." But he always ended up carrying him to his bed the next time he found him asleep on the couch. One leg curled up under him and his blond hair in disarray.

Sometimes Gregory woke up when he came home, jerking from his sleep and grumbling something under his breath. Gregory talked in his sleep and it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

The Brit would rub his eyes and ask him about his day, or talk about his work a bit. The blond was surprisingly talkative at times, discussing the disgusting table manners of some of his colleagues or talking about how the coffee at his office was just great. Christophe in turn, would talk about his travelling, the places he had been and the awful customers he sometimes had to deal with. He loved talking to the blond like that, looking forward to it during his shift. Even when he felt slightly disappointed for the fact that Gregory wore pale blue pajamas that hid his perfect form.

So when Monday came around he slept in and did his laundry and everything. He had not anticipated that when he came home from grocery shopping that the blond would be bent over the sink, trying to fix some lose screw that held up a shelf containing some herbs. He dropped his keys when he noticed the way Gregory's pants were tight over his ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The sounds alerted Gregory, who turned around.

"Oh, hey, there you are. Can you help me with this?" He gestured to the screw on the other side of the sink. "I think I'm doing it wrong." Christophe picked up his key and walked inside the kitchen, trying to keep his face from turning bright red.

"Yes you are. You are using ze wrong..." he trailed off, the memory of Gregory bent over the sink blurring his knowledge of the English language, having him forget the word 'screwdriver.'

"Let me do zis." He pushed the groceries into Gregory's hands and turned towards the screw. He managed to fix it while he heard Gregory behind him putting away his shopping. He was sure he felt the blond's eyes on his ass as he had to bent even further, due to his smaller size. He grinned and said, without looking over his shoulder:

"Stop looking at my ass, you blond faggot."

"Don't be so arrogant, I wasn't looking at your ass." Gregory snapped back.

"Well, well. Is zis ze way you thank me for fixing ze shelf?" He said, while turning back and handing the screwdriver back to Gregory. The blond's eyes were sparkling and Christophe knew that was because he was holding back a nasty comment or an indecent remark. He hoped it was the latter.

He also hoped to be able to get some alone time. The position that blond had just been in nearly made him hard and he knew he would have to jerk off to get rid of those images. Though, picturing Gregory on his knees as Christophe fucked him so hard that that self-righteous smirk disappeared from his face would probably have him lasting for only about two minutes.

"Oh, all right. Thanks for fixing it, Christophe." Gregory interrupted his thoughts. Christophe just smiled.

"I have the feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Gregory quoted with a certain air of arrogance. Christophe laughed and punched him friendly on the upper arm. Not if I have anything to say about it, he thought. Gregory punched him back and laughed, with such a beautifully carefree expression on his face that it hurt Christophe on the inside.

Hm...can you guess Gregory's password?