Fabien, Part 6

Fabien

I woke up and immediately felt his presence. I looked to my left and saw Fabien staring at me. He may have been watching me as I slept.

“Hello”, he smiled.
The sparkle in his eyes was the same as before we had gone down for a nap.

I had admitted to having feelings for Fabien. He had responded so well. Better than I could have imagined. He did say he was feeling something for me as well, and I had been impressed with how well he had articulated his feelings for me in English.

Although Fabien was still getting used to being attracted to men, part of him really wanted to explore that with me. Though he said that he had a lot of respect for me and cared about me enough to let me be just an experiment to him.

Fabien had said he had felt this internal conflict for a few days now. He didn’t want to experiment with me if it ended up hurting me. That’s why he had thought about going back to Vézelay to give both me and himself some space.

I had told Fabien I understood and that I was glad everything was out in the open. I repeated that I really needed him to stay with me. I knew I would have felt so alone if it had been just me and Philippe, this man who had a familiarity about him, who I shared blood with, but who in most aspects was still a stranger to me.

Fabien had looked at me with such an expression of admiration after I’d said I wanted him to stay with me, it made me like him even more.
“I stay”, he said, caressing my face.

We had both been so tired, we had decided to take a nap, a little siesta. I knew I must have fallen asleep so quickly. Once I opened my eyes, I was unsure if Fabien had slept at all.
“You sleep OK?”, he asked.
I nodded groggily.
“Want to go swim for wake up?”
I smiled.
“That sounds good.”

Fabien

We both took off our underwear and I followed him to the swimming pool. We jumped in. Fabien splashed me with water and I returned the favor. Once a truce was called, he hugged me. I couldn’t resist. I had to kiss him. I just didn’t expect it to turn into a make-out session.

We both had so much lust for one another built up by now, it had become unavoidable. I got rock hard in second and I felt Fabien’s cock do the same when it was in my hand. I broke the kiss and took his hand, guiding him out of the pool.

I made Fabien sit on a sunbed and I crouched down in front of him. His cock was so rigid now, pointing to his face. It took a strong grasp of mine to angle it towards my face to start sucking on it.
“Oh!”, he uttered.
It sounded like he was surprised how good it felt. His cock was absolutely perfect, just like the rest of his body. I let my hand roam around the muscles of his chest and stomach. When I looked up, he was biting his lip in pleasure.

“Does that feel good?”, I asked.
Fabien nodded.
“Very good.”
His breathing got faster and he started to moan a little bit. He mumbled a few French words.
“So good” were the words I could make out.
A slightly longer moan followed and before I knew it, he was shooting his load into my mouth.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Fabien’s cum landed on my face, his stomach and in my mouth. His chest heaving with each breath, he looked at me in surprise.
“That was… You…. Very very good”, he said.

Fabien

We cleaned each other off in the shower. I was still rock hard, but so was Fabien. I took my time to clean his muscly, round butt. He caught on.
“You like? My… cul?”
“I do”, I said.
“You want to… fuck it?”
“I kind of do.”

I spread Fabien’s cheeks and licked his hole.
“Ohh… oh… feels good also”, he said.
Every part of his body that I explored made me more convinced that he is the perfect physical specimen. I grabbed his thighs and my hands didn't even go halfway around. I felt his knees buckle as I kept rimming him. He bent forward and leaned against the shower wall as warm water kept cascading down his muscles.

“Kane?”
I stopped licking him.
“Yeah?”
“I think I want you to fuck me.”
I grinned. I was noticing the warm water was helping him open up. Both of our cocks were still rock hard.

I stood up, preparing to enter Fabien. With my hands on each of his gorgeous butt cheeks, he reached back and squeezed my left hand.
“Go slow, yes?”
“Of course. Let me know when it doesn’t feel good.”
“OK. OK.”

Fabien

I could tell he was nervous. I took it very slowly, noticing exactly when his hole was closing tight. I stopped, waiting for him to relax again.
“Ughh… Unnggghh…”
Hs hole was so tight and felt so good on my cock. I reached around and jerked Fabien off, which was helping him to relax.

Gradually, my long, thick cock went further and further inside of him. Apart from some groaning, he didn’t say anything.
“Are you doing OK?”, I asked.
“Unngg… Yeah… Kane have big cock”, he muttered.

I got my cock about two thirds in and I very slowly started to fuck Fabien’s hole.
“Ohh… Oh wow…”
I could tell he was starting to enjoy it. I was impressed with how little time it took him to let go and allow me in. I know it took me longer my first time. I felt his legs shaking right next to mine.
“Is… amazing feeling, Kane”, Fabien said.

I could tell Fabien was having a hard time staying upright. I slowly took myself out of his hole. He stood upright, turned around and kissed me. His hand on my cheek, pulling me closer with his other hand.
“Thank you”, he said.

Fabien

We quickly toweled off and went to the bedroom. I told Fabien to lay on his back. He quickly put his legs in the air to give me access. I held his ankles as I entered him again. Being able to have eye contact as we fucked made it even more intense. His eyes went wide every time my cock went deep. I could tell he loved it as his hard cock dribbled precum onto his stomach.

I couldn’t resist jerking off his beautiful cock as I fucked him. Again, it didn’t take long before he shot ropes of cum, this time flying through the air onto his chest and stomach. His long, loud moans got me close to cumming myself.
“Is better orgasm with you in me”, he said.

I fucked him for a little longer, but my orgasm had been building up and it had been quite a few horny days. It was bound to be a big one. I pulled out and my cum made it to Fabien’s face and chest, before painting his stomach as well.

Fabien looked at me and down at himself with a big smile. He chuckled.
“Kane very sexy”, he said, before sitting up and pulling me in to kiss him.

As we cleaned up again, I realized I had just had sex in several parts of Philippe’s house, the day I met him. I was slightly embarrassed, but it was also hot.

Fabien

Fabien and I drove back to the hotel in Cannes to pack our bags and check out. The entire drive there, Fabien was excited. He looked at me as I drove and wanted to hold my hand whenever I didn’t need it for the gear stick. It was like he had little hearts in his eyes. I did get that feeling like I was on holiday with my boyfriend. It made me happy.

In the hotel, we took our time to pack. As we checked out, Fabien insisted on paying half, which I thought was very sweet. We drove back to Philippe’s apartment. By the time we got back, we still had a good amount of time before dinner. Because Philippe had told us we were free to take anything from the fridge that we wanted, we ended up sitting outside by the pool with beers as we talked.

We sat on sunbeds right next to each other. Our legs touched. Fabien wanted to know my thoughts about Philippe.
“He looks very nice. Genuinely touched to find out about me.”
Fabien nodded.
“I see this also.”
“I think we will need some time to get to know each other better before I go back.”
“I know. Maybe I go for walk when you talk tomorrow.”
I smiled. I appreciated Fabien wanted to give us space.

There was a short silence as we both took a sip from our bottle of beer.
“Kane, I…”
I looked at Fabien.
“I so happy to meet you. You are beautiful man.”
“I feel the same way about you.”
We smiled.
“I don’t want you… to go back. I like you to stay.”
Immediately I knew that what Fabien was saying was big.
“I like you… very much. Experiment is… success.”
He smiled so big.

We laid down on the same sunbed and cuddled. Nothing had ever felt more right. The sound of the water in the pool, the color of the sky as evening was starting to set in, and the feeling of Fabien’s perfect body against mine. I didn’t want to leave either. I definitely had something to think about.

Fabien

It wasn’t Philippe who picked us up. He had sent a taxi. I felt special as we were driven to the restaurant. Waiter Jean-Luc guided us to a secluded table in the back that had a beautiful view of the water. We could see the sun starting to set.

Sérénité was really in a magical location. And there was something to it. It didn’t have a Michelin Star, or at least not yet. The food was probably just as good as in Indigo in Cannes, but it didn’t seem as fancy, more laid-back. And that’s what I really liked about it.

Philippe came to greet us when he had the time, giving us both two kisses. He checked up on us several times throughout the night, to make sure the food was good and we were enjoying ourselves. We definitely were. It was a very romantic night as it gradually got darker and a candle on the table was lit. I felt so romantic, and I could feel Fabien did too. Our feet and legs continued to touch and we couldn’t stop looking at each other.

It was such a good night, though we did both have quite some wine. Philippe drove us home. I remember talking about what a beautiful restaurant he had. When I said we had also gone to Indigo the night before, in an effort to find him, he laughed. Yet he wanted to know what we’d had and what we thought about it.

Before we went to bed, Philippe gave me a big hug.
“Thank you… For searching me. For finding me. You make me a happy man.”
I realized it could have felt weird to sleep in a strange man’s house with the strange man sleeping a few doors away. But it didn’t. I trusted him. And I had Fabien close, which for some reason also helped.

Fabien

When Fabien and I were lying in bed, both more than a little tipsy, I could tell we were both getting distracted by the other person’s body. It didn’t take long for both of us to grow a boner. Before I knew it, we were fucking in a spooning position. I took it so slow. Fabien loved it.

We were kissing as we fucked and it was so sensual, so right. Fabien’s moans were soft, but told me everything I needed to know. His cock couldn’t stop leaking. I use his fluids to massage his cock even better and he soon shot his load all over the bed. Even though it was his third load of the day, there was no sign of it.

Fabien then wanted to suck my cock and within minutes he gobbled up my load.
“Taste… is pretty nice”, he said.

The next morning, Fabien, Philippe and I had breakfast together. It could have felt uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Fabien and Philippe exchanged some jokes in French, and I didn’t feel excluded, it made me happy.

Philippe wanted to know what we had gotten up to between lunch and dinner the day before. Of course I couldn’t be fully honest, but saying that we napped, swam and had some drinks wasn’t a lie. And of course, we had gone back to Cannes to check out and fetch our stuff.

After breakfast, Fabien said he wanted to go for a walk. I smiled. He was so sweet. His timing was just great. Philippe had so many questions for me. About my mother, about my childhood, about my life now. There was a lot to tell.

And of course I was interested in Philippe’s life as well. He had been married and divorced. His relationship with his ex-wife seemed fine, the way he spoke about her. He revealed that I had a half-brother who was 19 and lived in a city called Marseille. I asked to see a picture. He looked young. I could tell his mother must be black. His curly black hair and skin color made it seem like he looked nothing like me at first. But I did notice that distinguishable jawline again.

Fabien

Philippe then asked about Fabien.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Uhm, well..”, I started. “We just met a few days ago.”
“Really? Looks like you know each other so well. Is, uhm… Chemistry?”
I smiled.
“Things are definitely going well.”

Philippe asked about Fabien’s job. I told him about how I met him on the market, and then again at the restaurant. It had seemed ages ago.
“He hopes to own a restaurant someday, like you.”
Philippe smiled.
“If he want job as manager, I help.”
I chuckled.
“You’d have to ask him.”

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Life in France is good. It’s only been three months since that day that Philippe offered Fabien a job and Fabien had told me he was considering relocating, but he would only do it if I did too. It was a lot of pressure to put on our very fresh connection, but it had all been for the best.

Philippe had hired Fabien as the manager of Sérénité, and trained him himself. Philippe now had more downtime and had been so happy to have Fabien as an employee. Though Philippe was also giving Fabien tips about buying his own place and what that would entail. I could see it happening not too long from now.

Fabien and I had hired an apartment, first together, now separately. We decided we had to date first, like a regular couple. I am following a course in French two evenings a week, which I was honestly having a hard time with. Fabien did help me every now and then, by refusing to speak English to me, forcing me to practice. Until I am more fluent, I have a job as a personal trainer in a gym in Cannes where the clientele is mainly tourists.

It has been so great to get to know my father. Only recently I have started calling him ‘Dad’ to his face. It took some getting used to, but it feels right. He is my family.

I met my half-brother and it was kind of surreal. We got along very well. I was impressed with his English, which he said he learned from video games. He visited Philippe for about one weekend a month usually, but during the summer months he was there for longer periods of time.

Benoît, Guillaume and Malik visited and we had so much fun. Now that I understood slightly more of their conversations in French, it was so great to get to know them better. Even though I still had to speak English back most of the time.

And Fabien and I, well, I think it’s something I could only have dreamed about. When I made the decision to fly to France, I had taken into account many scenarios. Definitely not this one. He is so sexy, so sweet, so genuine.

I don’t really believe in an afterlife, but if Mom knows what happened, I’m sure she would be so happy I managed to track down that waiter that she had a romantic night with in 1991 after the Cannes Film Festival. And she would be even happier to know I had found my own Frenchman.


THE END