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Warning: some 'personal time'

Showers and computers

Work was over earlier than usual, it was only 8 PM when Tweek told him he could go home. Tweek had hired some new people, keeping to his promise to Christophe. Unfortunately it had taken a few weeks, forcing Christophe to work too many hours once again.
Of course, this had not gone unnoticed by Gregory, who had slipped a note under his door with the word 'lawsuit' on it. He had even left him a three minute voice mail, singing some song about lawsuits and the beauty that was legal power. Christophe still listened to it secretly at work, when the stupidity of some customers or colleagues became too much. He would hide in the bathroom and listen to Gregory's soothing voice and he could feel relaxation settle in almost instantly. He was terrified the blond might find out and never told him his voice was the only thing in the world that could calm him down. Next to cigarettes, that is.

The new colleagues were picking up the work quickly. Mostly due to Christophe explaining everything clearly. Tweek was too chaotic too do so. But even when Christophe was better at explaining things, he wasn't overly patient with them. When one of the new guys poured a customer too little wine for the fifth time in a row, he had thrown down his washing cloth, saying:

"Eef theese are the new workers zen I am out." He had walked out and Tweek had needed to come over and calm him down a bit. But all in all the new ones were starting to warm up. Since it was a regular Wednesday, one of the more quite days he had been able to leave a bit early. Just as well though, he had been working a lot of overtime these past weeks and he felt worn-out, exhausted and tired to the bone. It seemed as though he simply couldn't sleep enough to get re-energized anymore.

He was looking forward to a relaxed, lazy evening with Gregory. He hoped the blond was still awake when he came home, he probably would be. Quietly he opened the door and went inside. He hung up his coat and dumped his stuff in his room. The rest of the house was quite, but that probably just meant Gregory was in his room.

He opened the door to Gregory's room and stepped inside. The Brit was behind his computer and snapped his head to look at Christophe in alarm. It was immediately clear why: Gregory wasn't working at his computer. Unless you considered jerking off work. Gregory hit 'pause' and turned to Christophe. Both knew that hiding would be futile: Gregory was flustered and had his pants unbuttoned. Gregory swallowed heavily and withdrew his hands from his pants.

"Erm."

He had never seen Gregory embarrassed before and this was quite the moment to catch him. Just then he caught sight of exactly what Gregory had been looking at when he came in and his glee about embarrassing Gregory was momentarily forgotten.

"Gay porn?!"

"Well, I was just experimenting, I mean-." He didn't see how Gregory would try to talk himself out of it. Not when on his screen was the frozen image of a guy getting worked over by a another guy with muscular arms. Christophe came closer and looked at the screen. It took him all his might not to look down in Gregory's lap.

"You're not even on a good website either." Christophe scoffed, seeing the name of the site.

"Really what do you know about ...this." Gregory gestured towards the screen still obviously very uncomfortable. Christophe laughed at his discomfort and naivety.

"Oh, mon cher, I thought you knew." He leaned in to whisper in Gregory's ear, loving how the Brit turned a splendid shade of pink as he whispered.

"Sometimes I like to take it up the ass." Gregory was struck speechless, his usual wit momentarily gone. "But zen I again, I also like to be the one doing the giving. If you catch my drift." Gregory spluttered something incomprehensible.

"You really had no idea?" He asked the blond. Somehow he found that hard to believe. After all, Gregory had flirted shamelessly with him that day in the bar.

"Well, I did think maybe..that is to say." Gregory still seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

"So you knew I was gay." Christophe concluded for him. Gregory still seemed to struggle for the correct thing to say. His British politeness withholding him from saying something like that so bluntly. Christophe grinned some more and petted his knee. Gregory jerked his leg away, blushing madly. Christophe ignored his reaction and turned to Gregory's PC where the porn video was still paused.

"Here, let me get you something good." Quickly he typed in the address of his favorite website. He had to stop himself not to go looking for his usual things on it. The fact that he liked blond guys was something Gregory didn't need to know. Gregory eyed the website with some alarm.

"I'm not going to masturbate with you here!" Gregory said hotly.

"Don't worry, mon cher, I'll leave." He moved to the door.

"I am also not going to masturbate with you in the next room!"Gregory said indignantly. He seemed quite mortified at the idea.

"Really? So zat boner ees going to go away by eetself?" Christophe gestured towards Christophe's crotch. He didn't wait for the blond to reply but stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

In the living room he turned on the TV, settling on watching some old movie that was on. He poured two glasses of wine, figuring the blond might like one too. After a while he heard the door to Gregory's room open quietly and the blond padded outside. Christophe just kept looking at the screen as the blond sat down next to him, slightly nervous. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Christophe said in a loud voice:

"So. Did you like ze website?"

"Ah, erm, yes. It was very interesting." It was obvious he was trying to sound aloof. But Christophe could see right through it.

"Found anything you like?" He turned to look at Gregory.

"Yeah, yeah I did. But can we please drop the subject?" Gregory shifted uncomfortably next to him.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry about it."

"You were home early today."

"Apparently." Christophe smirked. "We 'ave some new colleagues and we were over staffed. I 'ave been working ze most zese past weeks so I got sent home."

"Well, good. You have been working too much. It's good that you have a little more free time. Ah, we're watching 12 angry men, good choice."

"I like zese old movies. But I did not know you liked zem too, I thought you were more into...ozzer movies." He finished with a smirk.

"You said you would let it go!" Gregory said hotly and Christophe burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Gregory!" Christophe said but didn't control his laughter in the slightest.

"You're an ass." Gregory grumbled.

"I know, I said I was sorry. Come on, let's watch ze movie."

"Really, it's only natural. A lot of people-." Gregory muttered but Christophe interrupted him. He put a hand on Gregory's knee, and this time the blond didn't pull his leg away.

"Relax." He said and Gregory did, sipping his wine and relaxing against the couch. Christophe smiled and leaned back against the couch and enjoyed the wine and Gregory's company. And he knew Gregory was doing the same.

XXX

A few days later he finally had a day off. It had taken him a lot of persuading and coaching of his new coworkers to get them to work alone. But he needed a day off desperately, his room was a mess, he had no clean clothes and he had the feeling he had not seen Gregory in days. Of course, the blond had been ecstatic that he would be home for a day and had proposed to make him a nice dinner. So after sleeping in, having a nice late breakfast/lunch by himself he had cleaned the house. Gregory had come home early and they had simply watched some lame television shows before Gregory had wanted to take a quick shower before dinner.

Christophe had taken that moment to sort through his clothes, trying to decide what was laundry and what wasn't. He only ever had time to do his laundry on his day off and even then he was often exhausted. He had noticed how Gregory had secretly been doing some of his laundry when he was away. Just small things, like socks, underwear and some shirts. He knew he was trying to be secretive about it but the fabric softener Gregory used, a fresh spring-like one, gave him away. He just wanted to scoop his laundry up when Gregory's voice came from outside his room.

"Christophe!"

"What ees eet?" He called back as he walked towards the hallway to be able to hear Gregory better.

"I think the shower is broken or something, can you come and have a look?" Christophe sighed and walked into the hallway where Gregory was waiting for him. A towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet and mussed.

"What is the problem wiz eet?" Gregory was notoriously bad with anything technical or even things with just a screw in it.

"The water won't turn warm."

"'Ave you tried turning on ze 'ot water?"

"Yes, of course I have! Several times! But it doesn't seem to work."

"All right, let me have a look." Gregory stepped aside to let him walk into the shower. He ignored Gregory's nice, nearly feminine smell as he passed him. He pulled away the shower curtain where the water was still running. Gregory closed the door behind them. Christophe tested the water and frowned.

"I don't see what ze problem ees." He said. Ze water seems just fine." He turned to Gregory, who had an odd smile on his face.

"Oh, on the contrary." The blond leaned over him and turned reached for the tab and turned the hot water away.

"What are you-." But before he could finish his sentence he was pushed under the stream, soaking him instantly. He gasped as the cold water splashed over him. He could hear Gregory laugh loudly behind him. Christophe wasn't about to admit defeat so easily. He wheeled around and grabbed Gregory by his waist and yanked him under the stream. The movement made the towel slip away from his waist but underneath he was wearing a pair of boxers. It was clear he had been planning this.

"Christophe!" The blond spluttered as the cold water cascaded over him, goosebumps erupting all over his arms. The blond was really good looking in general and now, soaked and with only his boxers he looked even better. He wasn't as muscled or toned as Christophe, but the slight muscle definition was definitely nice to look at. His paleness had a certain appeal as did his blond treasure trail, disappearing beneath the line of his boxers.
Gregory struggled in his grip and gave him a mock slap on the arm. Christophe grinned and gripped him harder. A glint appeared in Gregory's eyes as he tried to move away from the water. But Christophe had a feeling he was secretly quite enjoying himself.

They fought each other teasingly under the water. Christophe could sense that Gregory was just a bit unsure about the wrestling, perhaps feeling conscious about his near-nakedness. Christophe didn't mind in the slightest how he could fondle and grope the blond shamelessly. There didn't seem to be a winner in their fight until Christophe pinned Gregory against the wall. He turned the water to something warmer again and grinned at Gregory.

"Zis is a punishment for me catching you masturbating, no? You did not like me seeing you so vulnerable?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, zen if you wanted to see me vulnerable you should 'ave just said so."

"What do you mean?" Christophe grinned at him and backed up. He tugged his wet shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor.

"Christophe you don't have to.-" But Christophe already unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. He took his boxers down at the same time, stepping out of his clothes, leaving himself completely naked in front of Gregory. He wasn't ashamed at all about his body and quite confident when he was naked. The blond looked away, embarrassed by Christophe's nakedness. Though Christophe was sure he could see how he was checking him out from the corner of his eye.

"Are you joining me, pretty boy?" He winked at the blond. Gregory blushed, but put on a stoic expression as he stepped out from under the shower.

"No, you take this shower. I'll wait for you to finish."

"Hm, you're no fun." He said as he grabbed for the shower gel. Gregory left quickly and closed the door behind him. Christophe sighed contently as he washed himself thoroughly. The warm water was soothing and helped him forget all his work stress for a moment. He tried not to think too much about how Gregory's body had felt under his hands. But it was futile. The feeling of his smooth back and strong shoulders seemed imprinted in his brain. He gave up on fighting his body's urges.

He reached down and grasped himself firmly, picturing how Gregory would look if he were in the shower with him. Bent over and trying to get a grip on the tiles as Christophe fucked him from behind in slow, even strokes. His hair all wet and droplets sliding down his spine as he arched his back, panting and moaning quietly. Christophe bit his lip, trying to keep himself from getting too loud as he sped up the movements of his wrist.
But perhaps Gregory was more of a top, he figured. And suddenly he could nearly feel it. Gregory's hands as they slid over his ass, cupping him and lifting him up as he ground him against the tiles. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pictured Gregory kissing his neck while pressing his warm, smooth body against his. Would he be into dirty talk? The thought was unreasonably hot. He could practically feel Gregory's warm breath in his ear as he whispered:

"Hm, I'm going to fuck you blind, you dirty French boy." And with a muffled cry he came into his hand. He panted and rested his back against the tiles, trying to catch his breath. After a quick wash-up he turned off the perfectly working warm water and toweled himself dry.

He joined Gregory in the kitchen, who was slicing up some tomatoes. He turned to Christophe who came in wearing only a towel and a smile.

"You can take your shower now, eef you want to." He grinned.

"In a bit." Gregory seemed as a composed as ever. As if they hadn't wrestled under the cold stream of the water only minutes ago.

"I don't think I got round to telling you but my parents will be visiting me in a few weeks." Gregory said.

"Oh, right zey moved back to Scotland."

"-England."

"England, right." He joked. "And zey are coming to visit you."

"Yes, in about 3 weeks."

"Do zey know you are living wiz a man?" He had a feeling Gregory's parents might find that weird. He also had a feeling Gregory was staring at the tomatoes to keep himself from looking at Christophe, who was still in only a towel and made no move to go to his room to change.

"Yes, they do. They know I'm living with a friend. They have met you, remember?"

"Ah yes. Eet was a long time ago since I last saw zem."

Gregory's parents had moved back to England right after graduation, leaving Gregory alone in the States, who had decided to remain behind.

"Same goes for me."

"Do you miss zem?"

But Gregory just waved his hand in the air. Christophe could have known it was something too personal for him to ask.

"It's fine. I get to see them once in a while. Just like now."

"Will zey be staying 'ere?"

"No, at my aunts. My mother's sister who lives here."

"Zey don't have to. Zey can stay 'ere."

"Yes, I offered them that. But my aunt insisted on them staying there."

"Hm." Christophe rubbed his eyes with one hand. He felt tired. So, so tired. He knew he was working a lot but he had always been able to handle it. Gregory, of course, noticed his tiredness.

"You look exhausted."

"Zat's the way eet goes when you work too much."

"Look, I got us a nice movie to watch. How about we watch that after dinner and then you go straight to bed."

"You're not my mom."

"I know, I'm just worried about you."

"I know." He said and looked away. Afraid Gregory might notice the vulnerable look that was threatening to cross over his face.

XXX

Gregory had truly outdone himself with his dinner that night. Christophe was crazy about lasagna, especially the proper, self made ones. And Gregory knew that and had given him exactly what he wanted. They both drunk a lot of wine and their conversations became bolder and more open.
Christophe standing on a chair to demonstrate how Gregory looked when he was in a particular arrogant mood and Gregory doing some rather rude gestures when talking about people cutting in front of him in traffic. Whenever there was a moment of silent between them Christophe felt strangely content and tired. But wine made both of them very talkative and they shared their memories about their past with much enthusiasm. Gregory told about law school and Christophe described the countries he had been to.

Christophe had pulled out the French cheeses afterwards, together with even more bottles of wine. Even when Gregory had commented that that whole combination was way too heavy.

With an unbelievably full stomach and both already slightly tipsy they sat down on the couch. Gregory had rented 'Amélie'. Christophe secretly loved that movie. It was weird and goofy and well, really, really French. He had already seen it a couple of times and when one of the parts came he knew best he felt his mind drift off. Boy, was he tired. Maybe he could close his eyes for just a tiny bit...

A soft hand was combing his hair. Gently sweeping through it, from the base of his neck to behind his ears. Fingers stroking the skin just under his ear. He shifted, pressing into the hand some more. A thumb moved over the pulse point in his neck. He opened his eyes with difficulty. He tried to say something but all that came out was:

"Hm?" Gregory looked down at him, smiling slightly.

"You fell asleep." Christophe just 'hm' ed again. Eyes drooping again as Gregory kept stroking his hair. It was nice to lie in Gregory's lap. Very intimate in a way that was comfortable and acceptable to Christophe.

"You are still watching ze movie." He mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Yes. I had never seen it before."

"'Ow do you like eet?" The hand moved fully into his hair, tangling into the strands.

"It's wonderful."

Gregory woke him up some 15 minutes later by gently shaking his shoulder.

"Ze movie isn't over yet." He grumbled. That, and he wanted to keep lying like this.

"I know but we'll finish it later. I insist that you go to bed. You look exhausted."

He was too tired too protest and pushed himself up from the couch. Vision dancing and his body shaking all over. He must really be tired. He tried to stumble straight to his room but Gregory about had a fit when he noticed he wasn't going to brush his teeth. Grumbling and swearing he brushed them under a watchful eye of Gregory.

"Zere." He was about to leave before he turned to Gregory. He grabbed his shirt and pulled him against him in a one-armed hug. Gregory returned the hug after a short moment of surprise.

"Thank you for ze wonderful evening." He mumbled. He could feel his legs slightly wobbling and he clung to the blond heavily.

"Thank you too." Gregory murmured in his ear. Christophe moved away and pressed a quick kiss to Gregory's cheek. Too tired to fully notice the surprised look that was shot his way.

He took off his clothes in a daze and then fell onto his bed. Warm and cold at the same time. He crawled under the covers and fell asleep right away. Slipping into odd, confusing dreams, all featuring showers and the streets of Paris.

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