STORY EXCERPT

Sean had intended to go to bed after he’d unpacked his luggage. But common sense told him that to get over any jetlag he needed to adjust to Paris time as fast as possible. It was evening, but it wasn’t bedtime yet. So a walk might help him see some of the nightlights of Paris as well as tire him out. Although it’d felt like he’d done plenty of walking around three airports already today. But walking outside would be much more enjoyable and he’d spent more than eight hours sitting on the plane as well today so he ought to get some exercise.

He Googled the map of the eighth arrondissement on his cell phone and marked a walk that was a round trip of about three miles. That was plenty for this evening.

Sean wound his way through narrow, cobblestoned streets filled with old stone houses. Buildings here were limited to 121 feet in height, about five or maybe six stories, and the old-world flavor had been retained, giving it great atmosphere. Sean snapped off half a dozen pictures, trying to show the bright starry sky as well as the ancient stone buildings with their window boxes full of flowers. Other areas of the city permitted tall buildings, but Sean found he liked the feel of this area. It was unique and definitely fitted a romantic theme. That would please Tyler.

Sean reached the Champs-Élysées and began walking down it, enjoying the crowds out walking, the warm summer night, and the busy, yet happy atmosphere. When he reached the Obelisk of Luxor, he stopped to read about all the machinery and effort needed to move the huge piece of stone. He stepped back to take a picture and then moved sideways an inch at a time, wanting the lights still on the obelisk for his picture, but also some of the starry sky behind it for romantic effect.

He groaned when he saw his photo, after all his efforts, had come out blurry and deleted it. A diffident voice behind him asked, “You don’t have the selfie stick. Would you like me to take the picture with you in it?”

Sean whirled around. He’d been told the French preferred foreigners to use their language, yet here was someone speaking English with a strong French accent.

“Thanks for offering. I suppose I’d better buy a selfie stick tomorrow. But what I really need is a clear picture of the obelisk, with stars in the background.”

He also didn’t want to hand his cell phone to a stranger, no matter how polite. It had everything he needed for his work on it, as well as far too much personal data to risk someone hacking into it. So he shook his head and dropped his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

“Let me try,” the persistent man said, worrying Sean even more. As unobtrusively as possible he buttoned his jacket. Not only would someone need to reach inside his coat now, but even if he was moving it couldn’t flap open.

However, the man pulled out his own cell phone and waved Sean over to stand in front of the monument. It was so enormous it would be almost impossible to get a complete picture of it from any closer than this.

The man’s hair shone blond in the bright lights as he patiently moved this way and that and then held up a hand. Sean turned slightly to smile at him, still a little wary that someone would jump him and try to rob him, but no one was close to him. The man hurried across and showed him the picture.

“It’s perfect, thanks. Can you message it to me, please?”

“Of course.”

He gave his cell phone number and a moment later it dinged and there was the picture. “That’s perfect. Amazing.” Sean smiled his thanks to the stranger.

The man was grinning happily. Despite his brain telling him to remain wary, Sean held out his hand. “Sean.”

“Antoine.”

“Can I buy you a coffee? I saw a café just along here a little way.”

“Thank you, I’d like that.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Sean’s lips were like magnets drawing them together and Antoine was incapable of doing anything except pressing his own mouth against Sean’s soft, yet demanding lips. The kiss deepened immediately until once again Sean’s tongue was exploring his mouth and Antoine couldn’t think anymore. He squirmed involuntarily, rubbing his aroused cock against Sean’s thigh. He knew he’d be leaving a wet trail on Sean’s skin but he didn’t care. Antoine leaned into Sean’s kiss, returning it with every fiber of his being, needing so much more than just a kiss right now. Not that this was any old kiss. It was an extremely erotic one. But it wasn’t enough.

Finally they broke apart, needing to breathe again, and Sean rolled over to open the nightstand drawer. He lifted out a string of condoms and a small tube of lube. Immediately Antoine slid onto his back and spread his legs. “I want you,” he whispered.

“Oh, that’s mutual believe me. My dick won’t be content until it’s deep inside your ass. Until we’re united together as closely as two men ever can be.”

Antoine’s heart was beating so fast he pressed a hand to his chest. “Moi aussi. That’s what I want, too.”

Sean sat between Antoine’s legs and uncapped the lube, so Antoine lifted his legs up over his forearms, laying back, his head on the pillow where he could watch Sean’s face. Sean was smiling slightly, the edges of his lips curved up and his eyes glowing deep brown in the artificial light in the bedroom. His black hair had some almost reddish lights shining in it as he leaned over Antoine’s body, whereas in the sunlight it had appeared uniformly black but bright and soft with health and vitality. Actually everything about Sean spoke of health and vitality, including the delicious way he filled out the shoulders of his suit jacket, and the even more delicious way he looked naked.

Sean rubbed the lube into Antoine’s entry, softening and stretching him with one finger, then two, and finally three. He took his time, ensuring that Antoine was completely stretched and ready, until Antoine was on the verge of screaming with sexual tension.

“Rien de plus. Enough. I’m ready.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can wait much longer either.”

“Then don’t. Let’s get started.”

Sean grabbed a condom but Antoine took it from him, opened the packet, and rolled the latex down over Sean’s cock. He was indeed very ready, the head of his cock red with need, and a drop of pre-cum sitting in the slit. Antoine’s own cock had been damp ever since they’d gotten into bed, but he wasn’t the one needing to be covered right now. That was Sean and Antoine enjoyed the excuse to touch his hard cock and stroke it as he performed this small but essential service.

Then once more he lifted his legs up high, rolling onto the base of his spine as Sean wiggled closer until their asses were touching, hot flesh to hot flesh, pale skin to olive skin, as Sean pressed his cockhead at Antoine’s rosette. Antoine was done waiting. As soon as he was sure Sean was ready, he rocked his ass forward, causing Sean to hiss with shock and drive his cock deeper inside Antoine all in the one reaction.

“Damn that’s a tricky technique. I wasn’t expecting anything like that.”

“I told you I was ready.” Antoine couldn’t keep the hint of a smile out of his voice.

“Yeah. I kind of guessed that.”

Now Antoine really did grin as he pulled on Sean’s arms so they were pressed closer together. He lifted his head up enough to kiss Sean again, and then his brain blanked out with the intensity of the kiss and Sean’s touch on his body, added to the erotic fullness of Sean’s cock deep in his ass.

Sean withdrew almost completely from his ass, leaving just the tip of his cockhead inside and gripping Antoine’s hips tightly so Antoine couldn’t take control. Antoine smiled but he didn’t want to dominate the sex at the moment. Sean was doing a great job of arousing them both and Antoine was more than happy to let him be in charge for now.

Antoine kept tight hold of Sean’s shoulders as he pressed back inside, pulled out, and drove back in again.

“You do that so well,” he murmured.

“It’s damn hard. You’re so sexy I want to slam in and come, but that wouldn’t be fair for either of us.”

“Whatever you want. We can go fast now and slow another time,” Antoine replied. And then he wondered if he was getting ahead of himself. They’d talked about the picnic tomorrow and commented about the Louvre but hadn’t made joint plans past the picnic lunch tomorrow. He really ought not to assume they would spend this entire week together. Some lovers hated the thought of being trapped by what was, after all, just a holiday romance. Little more than a one-night stand really.

Maybe Sean hadn’t heard or hadn’t paid attention to his words. He was still pounding inside Antoine in the same intense, all-consuming beat. In and out, gradually going a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper, until Antoine didn’t think it was possible to do more. He was sure his fingernails were digging into Sean now, he was hanging on so firmly. But his head and heart were throbbing with the same driving rhythm. In and out, again and again.

Antoine’s cock was bobbing between their bodies, resting on his belly then rubbing against Sean’s skin, and then bouncing again. Antoine ungripped one hand and began stroking it in a tight fast rhythm. He was close to coming now, and he knew a few touches with his hand would send him over the cliff.

But when he fisted himself, Sean tilted Antoine’s hips higher and began swiveling his own hips, hitting Antoine’s prostate gland again and again.

“Merde!” Antoine groaned, his cock exploded, and cum streamed from his cockhead onto both their bodies.

“Damn that’s sexy.” Now it was Sean who was groaning, and Sean who was shuddering as heat filled the condom and they both lost all sense of timing.

Antoine leaned forward and kissed him lightly. He wanted to say something, but his English had left him and his mind was still mush. So he kissed his lover again and let his lips express his gratitude and pleasure.