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Monday, April 9, 2012

French Fantasie Part 1

Happy Monday! I hope you didn’t have too much chocolate on this Easter week-end!

This week, I’m beginning a new story. Hum, yes, I had a hard time finding a new one, and I hope you’ll like it. So please, meet Pablo and Ludovic (hehe, I had to write about a French man!)


Today Prompt is: A couple comes home to find their front door ajar.









“What the hell?” Pablo swore and stopped short in his track, making the man that followed him hit his back. His door was ajar. Someone broke into his place! Damn, he didn’t go out or dated for a month, and for his first night out, this was happening? He looked at the man at his side and sighed silently. He was looking forward to this time alone with this gorgeous man. He was the first man that appealed to him in a long time and now it appeared that nothing would happen between them tonight. And wasn't that so messed up that the only thing that bothered him was his ruined night. Someone broke in his house for God's sake. He took out his cell phone and dialed 911 while sending an apologetic look at his companion.

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Ludovic was angry. He just met Pablo, but he was already very protective about the beautiful Mexican. While Pablo called the police, he closed his eyes and went back to their meeting.

friHe spotted the little man as soon as he entered the club. With his dark, long straight hair falling into one eye and his olive skin, he was exactly Ludovic’s type. He was dressed simply with a red shirt and blue jeans, but there was something magnetic about him and Ludovic had to make a conscious effort not to move in right away. He seemed to know a lot of people, all of them gesturing and moving around him, seeming happy to see him. Ludovic was extremely attracted to him, but he wanted the Latino to come to him. So he stayed at the bar, waiting for the other man to notice him. It didn’t take long. As the smaller man walked to the bar, his eyes fell upon Ludovic. The man’s eyes were a rich, dark, brown, and heavily fringed with dark lashes. His face was angular, the jaw strong, the nose a little bit too long, but it fit his face perfectly. He was stunning. Even if he was a smaller then Ludovic, he didn’t look like someone you could bully. The man just stared at Ludovic and he felt his body responding, his breath a little shaky as he knew he'd won him.

“Whoa,” his friend whispered. “He’s seen you. He likes what he sees.”

Ludovic turned his head to look at his friend with annoyance. Eric was a nice guy, but discretion wasn’t his fortĂ©.

“Don’t you have something to do? Someone to meet? Whatever, could you just go somewhere else?” Ludovic said with the French accent that turned almost everybody in this country on.

Eric just smiled and nodded, taking his glass and carrying it to the nearest table available. He turned around before sitting and winked at Ludovic who couldn’t help but smile at his friend.   

He saw from the corner of his eye the Latino approaching, felt him slide onto the stool next to him, and smelled his scent. Something light and intensely alluring. He stayed where he was, didn’t turn around, wanting the other man to acknowledge him first.

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When Pablo hung up his phone, he turned around and looked at Ludovic. He had wanted him the moment he laid in eyes on him. His mind drifted away and he remembered their encounter.

He hadn’t planned to go out at all tonight. Since Martin left him, a month ago, he didn’t want to sociolize. He stayed in his house, thankful that he could leave his architectural firm in the capable hands of his brother for a little while. He’d been mourning his dead relationship, until he realized that he didn’t really love Martin. He was in fact relieved he was gone. Martin had a very bad temper and was extremely jealous, making his life a living hell for almost two years. Pablo was an easygoing sort of guy, but Martin wore out his patience. It was now time for him to move forward and forget about that asshole. And here he was, in this club where he used to patron frequently before Martin. And he was happy to be here. There were a lot of friends and they seemed really happy to see him back. He was talking with them, catching up on lost time, when he saw him. The man was sitting at the bar and their eyes connected. Pablo felt something surge through him, something very much like desire. He was so certain that it would take time before he could desire another man that he was slightly dizzy. He sensed something from the stranger too, and he knew he wasn’t the only one to feel this way. Taking leave of his friends, he slowly walked toward the bar, trying to act natural when his heart was beating like a drum. The man was talking to someone, another guy, and Pablo’s step faltered, wondering if the man of his dream was already in a relationship. To his relief, the other man quickly left, leaving the gorgeous stranger alone. He resumed his walk to the bar with more confidence than he felt and took a seat next to him. He turned toward this sexy stanger just to ogle his back.

At a loss as to what to do he turned to a familiar face.“Evening, Pete.” Pablo said to the barman, his voice smooth and low. “I’ll have a glass of Cabernet when you get the chance.”

Pete nodded and Pablo returned his attention to that wide strong looking back. He swallowed and tried to act casual, taking in air through his nostrils as he stared at the back of the gorgeous man, who was now slowly turning toward him. His eyes locked on Pablo just like he did a little while ago. His mouth curved upward in a warm smile as he said, “Hi there, my name is Ludovic Garnier.” The man extended his hand and Pablo took it, praying his own hand didn’t betray him with a tremor. He couldn’t get over that French accent. So sexy. “Pablo Esteban.”

“Here you are, Pablo,” Pete said as he put the glass of Cabernet in front of him. Pablo was thankful for the distraction. He reached for his glass and took a sip, trying frantically to find something to say to the French man. Pete was looking at him, his expression sardonic, even amused. But instead of betraying him, perhaps aware he must be dying a thousand deaths at the moment, he simply said to Ludovic, “Hey, can I get you something else?”  

Ludovic nodded and pointing to Pablo’s glass, he said, “I’ll have what he’s having.” Then turning to Pablo, he added with a smile, “I didn’t know Americans liked wine that much.”

As Pete set down Ludovic’s glass, Pablo continued the conversation, wanting to hear that accent a little longer. “So, I know it’s a corny line, but do you come here often? I don’t come to the club much anymore, but I’m happy to be back here, especially tonight.”

“Oh! Yes, I mean no. It’s my first time. I came here with a friend. He was talking about this place all the time, so I had to come see if it lived up to its reputation. I must say that I’m not disappointed." He added with a smile and a wink.

Pablo was under his spell as he watched the other man’s lips moving and enjoyed his accent. He suddenly realized that Ludovic stopped talking and watched him intensely. The French man just smiled and lightly touched Pablo’s thigh with his long-tapered fingers. He seemed to understand exactly what Pablo was going through. “Why don’t we move over to a booth? A little more private. We can fill each other in on where we’ve been all each other’s lives.”

Pablo smiled and nodded, standing to follow him while Ludovic was scanning the room. “There’s one over here.” He pointed across the room.

They took their drinks and headed for the empty booth, in the far corner of the room. Once they were comfortably seated on opposite sides of the table, Pablo was more at ease and began to relax. He forgot about flirting but it seemed to come back pretty fast. Two years with Martin had undermined his self-confidence, but the desire he was seeing in Ludovic was building it back again. He grinned and put his hand over Ludovic’s. He felt an electric current pass through his hand, running along his spine. He resisted the urge to take that hand and kiss it, feeling completely stupid as soon as he thought about it. He was a grown man, and Ludovic wasn’t the first man who he was attracted to. He reluctantly took his hand away and reached for his glass of wine. He took a sip and put his glass back on the table, taking a deep breath and leaning back on his sit.

“So, here we are,” he said, looking into Ludovic’s eyes.

“Yes, here we are,” echoed Ludovic. “Now the question is, what are we going to do about it?”

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TBC









As usual, let’s go to read the fantastic stories the other members of the SO have written for your pleasure. You’ll find the links below.



Sunday, April 1, 2012

A New Start Part 12

Happy Monday everybody! How's life? Pretty good huh??

Ok, let's get to this week announcement. Lee Brazil has a new release this Friday and you can find everything about it by clicking HERE.

My hook up today is the conclusion of Antonio and Andrew story (yes, I'll have to find another one for next week...not an easy task if you ask me!!). I really hope you enjoyed this story. It was my first one, so I know it wasn't perfect, but I hope to get better next time...

Ok, let's see what happened now that conclude Antonio and Andrew story.

Today's Prompt is: "One thing I have to say."








Antonio was awakened by a wet feeling on his cock. He opened his eyes to see Andrew's tongue bathing his prick while his fingers cupped and warmed his balls. He vaguely thought of telling him that he didn't have to do that, when Andrew's tongue lapped the head of his cock. Any coherent thought deserted him and he setteld his hand on Andrew's head, his fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on.

Andrew moaned and swallowed Antonio whole, sucking and stroking him with enthusiasm. Antonio shuddered, his thighs spreading to give Andrew a better access. He began to rock his hips, gently thrusting into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. He gasped as Andrew dragged his tongue over the tip of his cock while his fingers found Antonio's opening and began to rub it gently.
    
"Oh God," Antonio groaned, arching his back off the bed as he tried to get deeper in Andrew's mouth and also rock back on his finger.

Andrew moaned loudly around him and pushed his finger past Antonio's tight ring of muscle. That was too much for Antonio; his body tensed and he began to shoot in his lover's mouth. Andrew swallowed down every drop and bathed him until he'd gone soft. 

"Come here, baby," Antonio said, opening his arms. Andrew moved into them easily and pressed close, resting his head on Antonio's shoulder and wrapping one arm around his chest. 

"There's one thing I have to say," Antonio whispered. "I want to wake up every morning with you by my side."  



THE END



As usual, let’s go to read the fantastic stories the other members of the SO have written for your pleasure. You’ll find the links below.