I woke early, however, I felt fantastically relaxed and was very happy to lie in bed and wait for the day to begin. Especially, as a cute little minx was snuffling next to me. I shifted on to my side, careful not to wake Bastien, so that I could look at him while he slept. He looked so peaceful with none of his daytime worry lines spoiling his gorgeous face. I knew it was fast, but I was falling for him. I knew this for a fact as it had never happened to me before. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and tapped out a text to my Mum.

“RSVP to that wedding that I’m coming. And I’m potentially bringing a plus one.”

Before I’d even managed to put it back down, a reply came through.

“OMG! Can I call you?”

“Not right now – speak later.”

“Dying to hear who you’re bringing. Don’t keep your mother waiting too long. Love you x.”

“Love you too.”

It was a conversation that could wait. I had no doubt she’d have a million questions and I needed to ask Bastien first, anyway.

He was sleeping on his stomach. His arms were stretched above his head disappearing under the pillow and his head was turned towards me. I brushed his hair away from his face. Looking down, I appreciated the way the sheet draped over his two perfect arse cheeks. My cock jerked and my curiosity got the better of me. I gently tugged on the sheet so that inch by inch, his gloriously naked flesh was revealed to me. Two sexy back dimples dipped just above the perfectly rounded globes of his bum. He was smooth everywhere and I guessed he waxed. In the past, I’d preferred my men au naturel, but Bastien suited the clean look.

I ran a finger down his side causing him to squirm in his sleep. I did it again and he huffed. After a third time, he mumbled something unintelligible and threw himself on to his back.

“Yes!” I hissed under my breath. Success was mine. Now I got to perv on the rest of his body. I inched closer. His arms were still above his head which gave me free access to his pits. I got in as close as possible and inhaled. He smelled divine. His scent was sweaty, musky, deeply masculine and innately Bastien. I needed a taste. I checked to make sure he was still sleeping before I ran my tongue up and down his right armpit. The young man stirred and sighed, but his eyes remained closed. I rolled my tongue around my mouth savouring his flavour. I was already hooked.

Glancing down his body, I was amused to see Bastien’s cock jerk. His morning erection was extremely appetising, and I mused on taking it into my mouth and waking him up in the best way. I shuffled down the bed so that I could spread his ankles apart and get between his legs. He was so warm and as I got closer to his groin, I was rewarded with another waft of his intoxicating scent. I shoved my nose into the crease where his thigh met his groin and breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. I was hooked.

“Monsieur Tal?” a sweet, sleepy voice made me look up. Bastien was leaning on his elbows staring at me.

“Morning.” I smiled at him. He chewed on his bottom lip as if uncertain of what to do. “I’m indulging myself; do you mind?” Bastien blushed and shook his head. I licked my lips and placed them around the head of his cock. He gasped. I swirled my tongue making sure to lap at his sensitive spots.

“Oh, mon Dieu!” I looked up to see Bastien’s long dark lashes flutter as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I chuckled at his reaction because I’d barely gotten started. I released his cock with a wet pop. Bastien flopped to the mattress flinging one arm over his eyes. It was amazing that after all he’d been through, he could still be bashful. I was glad for him that his past experiences had not ruined his appreciation for pleasure through sex. And I intended very much, for him to enjoy all of my finely-honed skills.

Without warning, I sucked the length of him into my mouth. Bastien’s hands flew to my hair and he pulled. The sting made me groan sending vibrations through his cock that had him keening. I was thrilled with his expressive reactions, but I had to pull off.

“Don’t pull my hair so tight, little one.”

“Ssssorry. So sorry.”

I frowned at Bastien’s anxious tone.

“I’m not telling you off. It was a request, ok?”

The boy relaxed and I decided to plough on to rid him of any negative thoughts. I circled the base of his cock with one hand while my other fondled his balls. My mouth sucked greedily on his shaft. Bastien wriggled and cried out. His sex noises were both adorable and highly erotic. I rutted the mattress to give my own cock some much needed friction.

Using every one of my tried and tested fellatio techniques, I managed to make Bastien climax in under ten minutes. He was unbelievably exquisite in the throes of orgasm causing my own excitement to spike. I quickly got up on my knees and jerked myself off all over his stomach. It was fast and messy and utterly fucking sexy seeing him covered in my come. I laid myself on top of him, squidging the mess between us. Bastien screwed up his nose, obviously not impressed with my laddish behaviour.

“That’s gross,” he muttered.

“Hmm. But I like you all dirtied up with my spunk.”

Shiny amber eyes narrowed at me. I felt his hand between us, then watched with utter fascination as he dipped two come covered fingers into his mouth. My poor laboured cock twitched as his pouty lips sucked on his hand.

“Jesus, that’s fucking wrong.” I shook my head.

“Monsieur?” Bastien queried around his fingers.

“Tal.”

“Tal?”

“No one as innocent looking as you should be so fucking slutty.”

“But you Iike it, non?”

“Non. I mean yes – yes, I like it.” I nodded eagerly.

Bastien grinned. “Good to know.”

We showered together which resulted in me pinning him to the tiles and sucking him off again. This time he repaid the favour leaving the two of us resembling a pair of limp noodles as we tried to dress for breakfast. Even so, I felt better than I had for years, and the threat of Doron Sagall was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Bas, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He was dressing in his clothes from last night, as we were in my room.

“You can say no, but I wondered if you would accompany me to a wedding?”

Bastien eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. He grinned excitedly at me. “I would love to.”

I held up a hand to him. “Hold on, I need to explain before you agree so easily.” I gave him a bit of background, including my cloying mother.

“She sounds like she loves you very much.” Bastien sounded wistful. I could see he was trying hard to hide his emotions from me which pained me more than I would have believed. I moved to him and cupped his chin.

“Don’t pretend you’re ok when clearly something has you upset.”

“It is not your burden.”

“My burden? Is that how you think I see you, as some kind of pitiful rescue job?” Bastien chewed on his lip again which irritated me this time. I yanked it out of his mouth. “I like you Bas, probably more than I have ever liked anyone, especially in such a short amount of time. If this is to work, though, I can’t be doing with any ‘woe is me’ behaviour. It’s not how I perceive you. Are we clear?”

Bastien sunk to the bed. He rested his elbows on his thighs and stared at the floor, clearly unhappy with the way the conversation was going. I felt way out of my depth. I sat down next to him and rubbed his back waiting for him to speak, hoping I hadn’t ruined everything already.

“You are too harsh, Tal.” My stomach churned in despair at his accusation. “I cannot change overnight. I am too troubled. I’m trying to get to a good place, but I can’t promise not to disappoint you along the way.” Bastien twisted his head to me. “If I come across as, how did you put it, ‘woe is me’ then it is because I cannot always shake off my insecurities so easily. It will take time; it’s up to you if you stick around.” He may have been young, but he was fiercely independent and quite evidently not looking for my approval, just my understanding. I felt like an utter piece of shit.

“Fuck.” I held my head in my hands. “I apologise. This is new to me too. I don’t want to upset you though, so if I say something that pains you, I need to know.”

“You mean, like I did just now?” Bastien replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Yes, absolutely, baby.”

Bastien’s eyebrows raised at the endearment. I squirmed a little bit. Affectionate terms did not normally come so easily to me. He sighed. “Your mother?”

“Yes…” I answered hesitantly, wondering where the conversation was heading.

“You speak of your mother with much love and affection. You pretend to be annoyed with her, but I can see it’s not your true feeling.” Bastien sat up before continuing. “I have not seen or spoken with my mother since I was fourteen. I am now twenty, as you know. That is six years of my short life.”

The bitterness in his voice tugged at my heartstrings. “I’m so sorry. It must have been awful to lose her so young.” To my horror, Bastien laughed. It was not his usual joyful sound.

“Lose her?” he sputtered. “She did not die!”

I was momentarily confused until the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. “She fucking ditched you?” Every fibre of my being thrummed with anger.

“My own mother threw me out when she discovered I was gay.” Bastien’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “I was a child, but she cared more about how she would look to her friends and church, than for her son. My father did nothing to stop her because he despised the fact his only son is gay. I was cast out onto the streets with nothing but a few Euros, which is where Henri found me.”

Bastien didn’t realise he was crying. His face was a mess of tears and snot, but instead of being repelled, all I wanted to do was comfort him. I held out my arms – he had to choose to come to me; I wouldn’t force him if he didn’t feel he could find solace from me. I held my breath for the split second it took for him to fling himself into my embrace.

“I’m not very good at this relationship shit, but Bas, I’m never going to intentionally hurt you, I promise.” I felt him nod against my chest. He was all snivelly and snotty, but I didn’t care. “So, you’ll be my date for the wedding?”

“You still want me to?” His eyes were wide with hope and I couldn’t resist kissing him. When we both needed to take in air, I told him how special I thought he was and how proud I would be to have him as my guest.