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Life hack
He was only slighted surprised as he saw the sunlight shining through the branches of the tree. He had no memory of going to the park. But yet, here he was. He was lying on his back and just watched how the branches waved in the breeze, blocking the light and letting it through on random intervals.
"Beautiful isn't it?" He looked to his right, into Gregory's smiling face.
"Yes, yes it is." He didn't know when Gregory had come to join him in the park, but that didn't matter, he decided. Not when Gregory was smiling slightly, nearly unsure in a way that was exciting and sweet at the same time. He leaned in towards the blond. Their mouths meeting each other and he kissed him sweetly. Gregory responded with a sigh, his hands moving into Christophe's hair, pulling him in closer. Christophe shifted, still kissing the blond softly and moved closer. Only then did he realize they were both naked.
He moaned as his hands encountered soft skin. Warm to the touch and so velvety smooth it was enticing. They moved on their own accord over the body before him that was as soft and perfect as anything could be. And every time his hands roamed over a new patch of skin he could feel a soft whimper, a silent moan against his lips. All the time his movements, his caresses were slow and gentle. There simply wasn't any place for harsh movements in this world filled with soft, yellow light.
He pulled Gregory closer and the blond eagerly wrapped a leg around his waist. With a content sigh he forced their bodies together and Gregory echoed that sigh with a lazy smile on his face.
"Come sit in my lap." Christophe whispered. He wanted to be closer to the blond, keeping him safe and close, so close. Luckily Gregory felt the same, his eyes darkening as he whispered.
"Hm, I'd really like that." Gregory smiled and he permitted Christophe to pull him into his lap, spreading his legs quite willingly over Christophe's.
"This feels nice." Christophe replied in a whisper. He slid his hands over Gregory's smooth back, and moved Gregory to sit in his lap, his fingers trailing over the soft skin he found. Gregory hummed low in his throat, his hands moving up to run through his own hair. His eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. The light seemed to turn just a shade lighter.
"Yes it does." Gregory said, sighing with content. "Hmm, I have been wanting to do this for quite some time now. I have even been dreaming about it." And he added: "Just like you are now." He smiled, still with his eyes closed.
"I know." Christophe sighed, one of his hands moving up to trail lovingly over Gregory's cheek.
"I love how in your dream I speak French." Gregory smiled more and opened his eyes, leaning in.
"Hm, I really love that too." Christophe was still caressing the blond's back lovingly, the other hand still on his face. Gregory leaned in more, his hands landing on Christophe's shoulders for leverage. Their presence oddly real. Christophe realized what was happening but didn't want to give into it just yet.
"Christophe, please wake up." Gregory said. The words no longer spoken in French but in English. His voice sounding, but his mouth not moving. The light around him turning whiter and clearer, blinding away the sight of Gregory.
"Christophe!" Gregory's voice was more insistent, louder. He could feel the hands on his shoulder shaking him slightly.
"Just a little longer, darleeng." He mumbled. The words coming out in English too. His voice was resonating in his ears and he could feel his mouth moving as he spoke. The vision of Gregory disappearing in the blinding light that came in from outside
"Darling?" Gregory echoed. Christophe's eyes flew open, looking up once again at Gregory. Though this Gregory was dressed in a suit and was, unfortunately far from straddling him. He was sitting on his bed, leaning over him, looking down at Christophe with a slight smile.
"I was dreaming." Christophe mumbled back. With every blink the vision of a smiling, naked Gregory appeared further away from him.
"Yes, I thought so." Gregory's eyes were glinting in mischief. "About who?"
"My ex, if you must know." He didn't think Gregory would believe him, he really hoped it though.
"Then it is even better that I wake you up." He backed up as Christophe sat up. Christophe remembered just in time to grab his sheets to keep himself covered. Sleeping naked from time to time had some disadvantages. He didn't want Gregory to see he had a boner dreaming about 'his ex'.
"Look, you told me you could do the groceries today right? And some laundry?"
Christophe nodded.
"Okay, good. Because I have to go, my boss called me in for an emergency and I was wondering if you could get me some things?" Gregory held up a piece of paper with a list on it.
"What's ze emergency about?"
"He didn't tell me."
"But if you could do those things, then I would be ever so-."
"Yeah, yeah. Eet was about time I paid you back for all zose things you did for me when I was so busy."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you doing my laundry when I was working over time." Christophe grinned. Gregory blushed just slightly.
"Yes well, you were very busy. I was just helping you out."
"I know, mon cher." He patted Gregory on the knee. "And now I'll help you out."
"Thank you, Christophe." He stood up. "I have to go now. I don't know when I'll be back."
"Don't worry about it, mon cher. I'll take care of things."
Gregory smiled and stepped out of the room. Christophe lay back down on his bed. He closed his eyes and replayed his dream. Just because he could.
It was probably the best he would be able to get anyway.
XXX
The slam of the door was loud and made him jerk in shock. But when he heard some angry grumbling coming from the hallway he knew it was Gregory who came back from his meeting. He heard shoes being kicked off and some more grumbling. Gregory was pissed off about something.
Quickly he looked around. No, he had left the kitchen absolutely spotless, there wouldn't be anything he had done that could upset the blond even further. When Gregory got like this he could get angry over anything. He put his paper down as Gregory walked into the kitchen. A frown on his beautiful face and his tie halfway undone.
"What's ze matter?" he asked tentatively, not really wanting to anger him more.
Gregory just grumbled and opened one of the cabinets, getting two wine glasses. Ah, he was in one of those moods. A mood that could only be soothed by alcohol.
"Well, we had an emergency meeting about a case that might get out of hand, and they are putting me on it as well. Which is a big compliment, even though I am perfect for the job of course." Gregory finished in his usual arrogant manner. But his smug expression was somehow overshadowed by distress. He put the glasses on the table and grabbed a bottle of wine out of a cabinet and filled their glasses. Rather generously.
"But after that, before we left, he told us about this formal dance that is coming up." Christophe had a sort of flashback to all the bad teenager movies he had seen during high school. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"Yes...?" He asked carefully as Gregory handed him the glass of wine. He took a small sip, looking entranced at the distressed blond in front of him.
"And he wants all of us there, for some reason. Ugh, I hate those things!"
"Why?" Christophe said, stunned. Gregory at a formal dance type of thing, he didn't know if there was anything in his life that sounded more right than that sentence. Gregory started rambling, obviously blowing off some steam.
"Because! You have to make small talk with people you don't like. I'd have to dry-clean my tux. Probably the worst is getting a date and everything that comes with that: getting them flowers, making sure they have a good time all the time..." He trailed off, frowning at his glass of wine, a realization dawning in his eyes. Christophe quickly put his glass down and grabbed his newspaper, hiding behind it. Oh, sweet Lord, no...
"Christophe..." Gregory started. Christophe just grumbled, already turning red.
"You always have a good time where ever you go, right?"
Some more grumbling.
"Instead of trying to find myself a date, I could also take you." His hands clenched around the newspaper, tearing it up underneath his fingers. He hated these types of formal things, just like Gregory apparently. But going to a dance with Gregory, as just his friend, would be absolute torture.
"Why?" He barked out, not moving the newspaper.
"Because it'll be fun! Come on! As my friend!" Ah, there it was. His fear had been proven correct. "I'm sure we could have a good time."
"I don't dance."
"Don't be like that." Gregory clipped at him. "There will be music, alcohol, you'll love it." The newspaper was pushed down onto the table and he looked up into Gregory's face, scowling at him.
"You really don't want to put me between all zese lawyers, zey won't know what will 'it zem."
"I know, that's the fun of it." Gregory's eyes were dancing with mischief. "Come on, I'll pay for you, if that's what this is-."
"I don't need your charity!" He barked into Gregory's face. "And I don't dance! How many times do I 'ave to tell you?"
"Come on, Christophe! A dance like this is much more fun with you scowling, drinking and making fun of my colleagues!"
Christophe was silent for a moment.
"Won't zey think it odd zat you are bringing a guy?"
Gregory smirked, knowing he had won.
"No, they know about me."
"For fuck's sake Gregory, you shouldn't watch porn during work." He grumbled, crossing his arms. Gregory grinned at him and turned back to the kitchen counter.
"Have you got a tuxedo or something?"
"A suit will have to do." Christophe grumbled again.
"Perfect." Gregory said back. "That's settled then."
"You're an asshole." Christophe said, picking up his newspaper again.
"Yet, you're still coming with me."
"Yes, I'm some crude maid zat is being taken to ze ball by some charming prince." He said it without realizing he did. He hid behind his paper again, trying to be inconspicuous about it and completely missed the incredulous look Gregory sent his way.
XXX
It had taken him a few days, but he had managed to find a few jobs he wanted to apply for. Gregory had actually pointed it out to him one day. Their internet had broken down and Gregory had, of course, refused to give him the password for it. So Christophe had hacked into the wifi-connection of the neighbors before hacking into the website of their provider and finding emergency codes for internet connections.
As Christophe had reconnected them to the internet Gregory had turned to him with a stunned look on his face, saying:
"You should be a hacker for the CIA or something!"
Of course, the CIA or anything like that was out of the question. Instead he had opted to sent out a few letters to computer companies, little businesses that developed programs or helped people protect their servers or computers. It should be ironic that some of them had pretty bad protection themselves. He had tried hacking into a few of their systems and had finally chosen the little company that had the toughest protection. He figured, if any business was worth his attention it should be one that at least did his job.
He searched for the Human Resource department and dialed one of the numbers he found there. It was picked up at the third ring and he started talking immediately.
"Yes, 'ello. I saw your vacancy for software developer and I have applied for eet but so far I 'aven't 'eard anything from you."
"Oh, right. Let me check that for you. What's your name?"
"Christophe Mousseau. Zat is Christopher without ze last 'r' and Mousseau is spelled M, O, U-."
"Ah, yes I found your application."
"And?"
"Ah, I see. No education after high school. I'm sorry, sir. But we only take applications of people with degrees in computer programming. Besides, we're rather busy at the moment and really couldn't schedule a meeting with you." It was obvious he was trying to shake him off, but Christophe already knew how to deal with that.
"Zat's not true. You have a free period in an hour and a half."
Silence.
"What?"
"After your meeting with Patty Nelson you are free, we could meet zen."
"How do you know this?" Distress was clear in his voice.
"I hacked into your system and looked for your schedules. Also: eet looks like we can have our meeting in room 3B that one will be vacant zen."
"You- you hacked into our system?!"
"Yes. Like I said: I'm good with computers."
Some more silence.
"Okay, we'll see you in 1 and a half hours, conference room 3B, don't be late."
Christophe smiled as he hung up.
He left a little note for Gregory, in case the blond came home early.
'Gone for a job interview, will be back before dinner. Don't touch my porn while I'm gone, you blond faggot.'
He arrived a little early at the tiny building and was told to wait in the lobby for the time being. He just read a life style magazine while waiting, snorting out loud when he read that red meat was once again considered healthy for you. He heard some footsteps come his way.
"Christophe is that you?" He looked up into a blond, grinning face. The blue eyes held a lot of mischief, like they loved plotting sneaky things or had the tendency to hit on every person that walked by. He knew that face.
"Kenny McCormick?" He tried.
"Damn it man, it is you! How have you been? And what on earth are you doing here?"
"I'm here for ze job of software developer, what about you?"
"I work here, on the sales department. Needless to say that with my charm, the sales are going aces!"
"Naturally." He grinned. He liked Kenny's carefree arrogance and sexuality. He reminded him of himself in a way.
"Didn't know you lived in Denver now?" Kenny said as he sat down next to him.
"Ah, yes. I moved 'ere about 2 months ago. I'm living wiz Grego-."
"No! The two of you finally got together?" Christophe frowned and shook his head in denial.
"We're just living together but we are not a couple."
"Ha!" Kenny laughed, tossing his head back in joy. "Riiiight. That sexual tension that has been between the two of you since high school must have matured nicely then."
He winked saucily at Christophe.
"You know...there are more blonds in Denver."
"McCormick!" A stern voice came. They both looked up into the eyes of a balding, fat man, his eyes flashing in danger.
"Are you harassing our applicant already? What have I told you about this?"
"Not until we hire them and after they have been here for two weeks. But never on Monday mornings before coffee." Kenny said in a monotone as if he had had that speech a lot of times before.
"Exactly." The man turned to Christophe. "You're mister Mousseau, right? Follow me."
XXX
It turned out that on the phone he had spoken to a regular employee, but this man was the boss of the company. They had been so impressed with his computer skills that they wanted to have a real good look at him. And he had to demonstrate his skills in a conference room in front of the directing staff. He chose to hack into the accounts of one of their rival companies, earning him a round of applause.
Afterwards he got to meet all of the executive staff and they were all rather impressed with him.
"All right, we have to discuss this for a bit first of course."
He just nodded.
"And we'll have to run some back ground checks, naturally." He had been afraid of that but knew it was inevitable. He would have to take care of that, or explain things to his future boss properly. He just smiled and shook some hands before he left. Kenny was lounging outside the building, smoking a cigarette and offering him one.
"Thanks."
"Any time. So, you kept them occupied for a long time, that is a good sign." Christophe just nodded.
"Let's 'ope so.'
"Are you kidding? I think they are immensely impressed with you. Well, who wouldn't be?" Kenny's eyes moved over his body and a grin formed on his face.
"I'm not 'ired yet, Kenny." Christophe reminded him.
"Oh, right. The rules. Sorry if I offended you."
But Christophe shrugged. He wasn't bothered with it, he just wished another blond would give him such looks every once in a while.
"Don't worry about eet. But I 'ave to go now."
"Yes, Gregory must be waiting for you." A devilish grin appeared on his face as he continued talking. "In a little apron, with some whipped cream all over his perky little-."
"MCCORMICK!" Roared a voice from inside.
"Oops!" Even when he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. "Here." He handed Christophe his card. "Give me a call if you want to catch up some more. Gotta go!" He walked away. Christophe pocketed the card, thinking of the other card he had gotten from a blond guy. Though this card wasn't very likely to end up hidden in his bedside drawer. He tossed his cigarette butt away and started to walk back home.
XXX
He ran into Gregory in the hallway of their house, a slightly nervous expression on his pretty face. It was obvious he had been waiting for him, anxiously to hear how the interview had gone.
"So. How did it go?" Gregory was trying to be unobtrusive about it but was failing. Christophe saw right through him, he knew Gregory was incredibly curious.
"Ah, you don not need to worry about eet. Eet went rather well."
"Really?"
"Yes, I think I made a good impression. Really."
"Oh, Christophe." Gregory sounded so happy and relieved, the emotions showing on his face. The happiness making his face light up and his eyes shine brightly. Christophe wanted to make that expression appear on his face every day.
"Yes, really. I also ran into Kenny. Remember? From when we were younger?" He took off his shoes and coat.
"Oh, yes! Of course I remember him! I represented his brother a year ago." Gregory was still smiling brightly.
"You know, I can give him a call and-."
"NO!" Christophe interrupted, already seeing where Gregory was heading with his words. He wanted to put a good word in for Christophe, but he would not have it.
"You will not do such a thing!" He finished hotly.
"Really it's-."
"I said no!" Christophe shouted and he grabbed Gregory by the lapels of his suit and slammed him against the wall.
"This is my thing. You understand?" Gregory just struggled in his grip, his hands gripping Christophe's and trying to pry them away from his suit. His face was turning slightly red and Christophe pressed him shamelessly against the wall. Anger and arousal rushing through him. He took the moment to act out a bit of his fantasies and allowing himself to dominate the blond. He pressed his legs between Gregory's and forced their bodies to meet. And Gregory, perhaps caught up in fear of the furious looking Frenchman, hitched up his legs a bit to make room for Christophe. He looked quite scared at his angry expression and he was turning rather red. Christophe growled in fury and suppressed the urge to grind against the blond. The way his body, warm and supple, pressed against his was rather distracting.
"I take care of eet and if I get hired or not that is of my doing. You are not to interfere, you hear me?" He demanded in Gregory's face, breathing down harshly onto his lips.
"Yes, yes, okay." The blond managed.
"So, what is it you're going to do?"
Gregory was confused for a moment.
"Nothing." He said.
"Zat's right." He released Gregory who fell to the floor with an 'oof!'. Christophe walked into the kitchen and Gregory followed him, smoothing his suit.
"My Lord, are you always this intense?" Gregory said, Christophe smirked.
"If you wanted to find that out, you only had to ask, mon cher."
Gregory caught up with him and wrapped an arm around him from behind, pulling him close to him. A warm breath grazed his neck as the blond whispered in his ear.
"That sounds good, how about tonight?"
His throat ran dry and his mind was racing to find a reply but Gregory stepped away from him, laughing softly. He felt a slap on his ass as Gregory walked past him, his face happy at having had the last word.
"Tease." Christophe grumbled.