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| Fabien |
“Tonight I wanna take it easy after the long trip”, I said. “Maybe we can have a meal at his restaurant tomorrow and ask if the owner is there?”
“Yes? Is OK if I come with you?”
“Oh please do! I am very happy I don’t have to do this alone.”
Fabien smiled.
“OK. Good.”
I asked him about his parents. He said that they were very happy together after 27 years of marriage, living on the same farm where he grew up. He talked about being an only child, being happy to go to school and play soccer where he could make friends.
I looked at him as he talked and drove. His bicep seemed flexed, gripping the wheel. His shorts revealed his thick muscular thighs. His face, like his body, almost seemed sculpted, like a Greek statue, his facial hair framing it beautifully. I couldn’t help but think back to seeing his naked body the day before.
Fabien said he developed an interest in languages at school. He liked learning Spanish because there was a girl in his class that he liked and wanted to impress. But after he discovered his talent, he had kept going. And now spoke French, English and Spanish, even though he admitted being least fluent in English.
I wondered if being an only child to parents who owned a farm came with certain expectations.
“Do you feel pressure to take over the farm after your parents?”
Fabien shortly looked at me. He bit his lip. He nodded. I hadn’t expected him to become emotional and I immediately regretted asking the question.
“I don’t want… I don’t want to be disappoint. I love…”
I could tell he was having a hard time saying the words in English.
“It’s OK if you don’t want to talk about it”, I told him.
He chuckled nervously.
“No no, is OK. I know all about you family. Is a hard thing for me, the farm. I want for my parents to be happy, for the farm to go on. But I… I want to have restaurant. Like your Papa.”
I smiled. There was a short silence.
“That is tough”, I said. “I’m sure your parents want you to follow your dream though.”
“Yes”, Fabien said as he swallowed. “And they not too old so far. Is still time to find someone to take over. Even if not family.”
Fabien wanted to know what I did as a job back in LA.
“Do you work in Hollywood?”
“Not really”, I chuckled, “I’m a personal trainer. But I do have a few clients who are actors.”
“Oh! So cool!”, he said. “Are we going to go train together in Cannes?”
I laughed.
“Sure! I usually only rarely work out on holiday, but all of the good food…”
I touched my belly like I was pregnant. Fabien laughed. He raised his shirt and I saw his phenomenal abs.
“I train every day so I can eat the cheese”, he said.
I laughed.
“But you help me to train even better, yes?”
“Of course!”
The further south we got, the bluer the sky became and the higher the temperature display in the car got. It said 32 degrees, which turned out to be about 90 degrees Fahrenheit. We made one more stop at a gas station so I could take a leak. The warm air hit my skin when I got out of the car.
“Is nice to be in the south!”, Fabien exclaimed.
I drove the final two and a half hours and I could tell we were really getting close to the coast. Palm trees started to appear. Fabien fell asleep for a little while again. He woke up when the GPS told me to take the highway exit.
“Almost there”, I said.
He smiled.
“Where is hotel?”
“I don’t really remember. Somewhere close to the sea I think.”
I felt Fabien look at me.
“Is not too expensive?”
“Don’t worry!”, I said. “It’s all on me.”
We started out on the outskirts of the city, but the further we got, the grander the buildings became, and the fancier the cars. We passed a very eye-catching casino and I felt like I had arrived at a part of town reserved for the rich and famous. On the Boulevard de la Croisette we got a glimpse of the beach.
“Is so pretty”, Fabien said.
All of a sudden, I had to take a left and I saw the enormous building that carried the name of the hotel I booked.
“Woah!”, Fabien said as he then chuckled.
The white U-shaped building had 7 floors and must have had over 300 rooms. It reminded me of something in Vegas, but like, the original. My car was parked for me. The air was cooler than before, because of the sea breeze.
I was just as surprised at the hotel as Fabien. I hadn’t really paid much attention when booking the room. It was just the first one that had popped up and there was a room available with a King bed. I remembered it being more expensive than the room in Vézelay, but nothing too crazy… I thought.
Our suitcases were brought to the room, which had a light, modern interior. There was a view of the Mediterranean Sea, which was beautiful. I looked at the King bed and wondered what Fabien was thinking.
“I can help to pay. Is OK”, he offered.
“No, no, that’s fine”, I answered. “Are you OK sleeping in this bed together?”
“Oh yes! Bed is amazing!”
He let himself fall backwards onto the bed.
“Thank you for adventure Kane, already!”
I chuckled.
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| Fabien |
“What to wear tonight?”, he asked me.
I was in my underwear as I walked into the bathroom. His hands seductively caressed his naked body as he cleaned it.
“Maybe a button-up shirt?”, I proposed.
“Yes, I bring”, he said.
“Cool.”
It was nice to walk out of that hotel with Fabien next to me. He had chosen a white and blue striped shirt and blue jean shorts that barely fit around his thick thighs. We walked to the beach. The smell and the sound of the water calmed me. Fabien put his arm around my waist.
“Is so nice to be here”, he said.
I felt a romantic vibe as we strolled along the sandy beach.
“It’s so nice to not be by myself here. Thanks again for coming with me.”
As we wandered, we found some steps down to a restaurant right on the beach. We were both so hungry we decided to go for it. We shared a bottle of wine that he had picked out.
“To a great adventure. And to finding Papa Philippe”, Fabien said.
“Cheers!”
The food was great. And it was so nice to have Fabien across from me. His eyes looking into mine made me… feel things. I knew I couldn’t stop smiling.
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| Fabien |
“Not Michelin Star, not haute cuisine like your Papa, I think. A bit like Relais du Morvan. Nice food. Not fancy. Everybody feel at home.”
I smiled. I could totally see him make that happen.
The first bottle finished surprisingly early. A second bottle arrived. There was cheese between the main course and the dessert. Fabien recommended which cheeses to pick. The goat cheeses were so delicious to me. So soft and gentle. Just like him. I paid for the meal, even though Fabien objected.
We walked back to the hotel and Fabien put his arm around my waist again. This time I returned the favor. We were both a bit tipsy.
“Kane, you is a good friend.”
“Fabien, you are also a good friend.”
He kissed me on the cheek and I kissed him on his.
“Do you kiss friends in USA?”
I chuckled.
“No, not really. Just hugs.”
“Hugs are good. Hugs are nice.”
Fabien stopped walking and hugged me. It was a nice feeling. I felt like he smelled my neck before he let go.
“Let’s go to bed”, he said as he took my hand and we crossed the street to the hotel.
The next morning I heard gentle snores close to my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Fabien’s face on my chest. He had his arm around me. The covers were somehow folded over in my direction, so I saw Fabien’s full naked body. He laid on his stomach, so I saw his buttocks, round and perky. I had kicked down the covers myself, but I was still wearing underwear which was now in the shape of a tent.
I had slept so very well. It was a very comfortable bed. And Fabien was so close to me, there was no way I wanted to move. I caressed Fabien’s arm which rested on my stomach. His skin was soft under the hairs of his forearm. The snoring stopped.
“Hmm”, he mumbled as I saw a smile appear on his face.
His eyes still closed, his hand gently squeezed my body.
Finally his eyes gradually fluttered open. He focused on my face and the smile disappeared as he pulled back.
“Oh! I am sorry!”
“No, it’s OK”, I said.
But he had already rolled onto his side, his cock soft and perfect. He rubbed his face with his hands.
“Did you have a good sleep?”, I asked.
“So good!”, he replied, showing me his face. “And was so fun last night.”
I smiled.
“Yes, I had a good time as well.”
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| Fabien |
In the hotel gym I gave Fabien a hell of a workout and only joined for some of it, as if he were an actual client. His body became shiny with sweat, his chest heaved while he caught his breath. Damn, he was hot.
“Is very good training session, Kane! You a pro!”
He hugged me and I smelled his sweat, just like I had a few days ago after he was playing soccer with Malik.
We went back up to the room, and Fabien decided that we should shower together.
“We must be quick, Kane, or we miss breakfast.”
Even though we both stood under the hot water, our bodies so close together, Fabien had a matter-of-factness about it. He even soaped my body up for me, and I couldn’t avoid getting a massive boner. And then he soaped that up too.
“Wow, big dick Kane”, he said.
I managed to spot a slight thickening of his own cock, but it didn’t get fully hard by a long shot.
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| Fabien |
We walked around the city for a while. It was interesting watch the expensive sports cars, as well as the women with expensive dresses, large hats and tiny dogs in a handbag.
“Is not very typically French, Cannes”, he said. “Is strange for me also.”
“Where is Papa’s restaurant?”
“Oh, I forgot”, I said.
I quickly looked it up on my phone.
“Not far from here”, I said.
We walked to the restaurant and made a reservation for dinner. From the outside it already looked fancy.
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| Fabien |
“Kane, in the shower…?”
I looked to my right to see his face. His eyes met mine, but he quickly looked down. I was certain he was going to ask me if I was into him.
“Is OK I touch you?”
“Y-Yes”, I stammered as we walked into the lobby. “I don’t mind.”
A smile appeared on his face.
“OK. With football friends we play like this sometimes. But I forget we only meet three days ago.”
We went to the room to change clothes and I couldn’t help but think that Fabien secretly was into me, like the way I was into him. Or was it just wishful thinking?
We walked to the beach again, but this time the other direction to find a restaurant to have lunch. Fabien insisted on paying this time. After lunch we went to the room to sleep for a bit, as is common at this time of day in most of France. Fabien was on my left in red boxerbriefs and he fell asleep easily. I was starting to get equal amounts nervous and excited about the evening and I stayed awake.
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| Fabien |
When it was finally time to get ready for dinner, we decided on the fanciest clothes we had brought. Fabien looked amazing in a black button-up shirt that was so tight, it looked like his arms or chest would rip it at any given moment. His dark slacks beautifully covered his butt. On the way to the restaurant, he took my hand and squeezed it.
“You are OK. Anything that happen, you are OK. I am here.”
My heart melted.
“Thanks. Thanks so much.”
Indigo. I smiled. There it was. The restaurant I had Googled in my hotel room in Vézelay. It looked even fancier in the evening. I was anxious to meet my father. Whatever would happen, it would be fine. I just had to meet him. I wanted to know what he was like. Maybe ask him how he remembered my mother, even though it was 1991, 30 years ago now.
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| Fabien |
The Michelin Star was mentioned on the menu. Fabien suggested I get some wine in me before I ask Antoine about the owner. It was a good idea. I was nervous, so I took a while to decide what to order. But that was fine, because by the time we did order, I had had some wine and I was feeling like I could do this.
“Antoine, is Monsieur Vernier, the owner, here tonight?”
“No, Sir. I am sorry.”
“Oh.”
Now what?
“Is he here another day?”, Fabien asked.
“It is not common for Monsieur Vernier to be here”, Antoine replied. “He have four restaurants along Côte d’Azur. I believe he live in Antibes.”
Fuck. I looked down at the table.
“OK. Thank you”, I managed to blurt out.
“Is OK, Kane. Is OK.”
Fabien could tell I was a little upset. He got up from his chair, squatted down next to me and squeezed my thigh.
“Is OK. Antibes is not far. We go tomorrow, OK?”
I finally looked up and saw his face. It calmed me down.
“OK. Tomorrow”, I agreed.
We still had a very nice dinner. I was disappointed but I realized we really just found another clue to find my Dad. I really needed Justine to be right about this. Philippe Vernier had to be my father.
“Papa Philippe have very nice restaurant”, Fabien said, trying to make me smile.
It worked.
Fabien was doing a good job of helping me move on from the anticlimactic moment. He Googled how far away Antibes was. It was a 17 minute drive. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“We go tomorrow morning, yes?”
“Yeah, we can even continue our stay at this hotel.”
We made a plan in between courses.
“But how will we find him?”, I asked. “Does he also have a restaurant in Antibes?”
Googling ‘philippe vernier antibes’ only gave me results in French. I handed over my phone to Fabien. He read a few articles and shook his head before he managed.
“Yes! It say here!”, Fabien said. “After successful restaurants in Cannes and Nice, Philippe Vernier to open fourth restaurant in Antibes. Sérénité.”
He showed me the article. It was from 2019. A weight fell off my shoulders. I did feel I was getting closer to finding my father.
“Thank you Fabien”, I said as I looked into his beautiful eyes. “I wouldn’t know what I had done without you.”
Even though Cannes had been quite tourist-oriented and I felt like everyone spoke at least some English, and I guess Antoine would have told me the name of the Antibes restaurant as well, it was still very good to have him with me for emotional support.
We slowly wandered back to the hotel. Fabien looked amazing in his formal outfit.
“You look handsome tonight”, I told him.
He smiled and blushed.
“You also.”
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