umbralla | [for romain]

[Romain definitely has his full attention now, heavy-lidded and wetting his lips and taking in his face piece by piece in such an obvious way that Ghyslain would be embarrassed for him if he weren't buzzing with the electricity of this new moment. This is more promise than the two of them have shown the whole night, this feels very real and possible, and he's the clearer-headed of the two of them but nowhere near rational.]

Non, tu n'es pas belle. Tu es beau.

[He's not manly, not with that sweet face, but it's very much a masculine appeal. This time he does cup Romain's cheek, thumb brushing against the skin in little swoops back and forth, and he leans closer. Sweeps his thumb over Romain's slightly open mouth.]

Très beau.

[god, this is so weird. Not uncomfortable, though - exciting. That's what makes it weird. He's the one who cups the other face, he's the one who brushes his thumb sweetly before looking for that silent permission in her eyes to lean in. He's really not used to having it the other way around.]

That's right.

[he hasn't felt that little bubbling of excitement in his stomach in such a long time. First when he was 14. Then 16. Then it was just... Not new anymore. That's what this is. New. Walking in to a room you should know, but the lights are out. He should know the basics, just... The risk of tripping and bumping and getting hurt is very real.

Ugh. He's not gay. He's not! He's freaking twenty. He's been with a bunch of girls. He'd know, okay? He just walked into the music room because he heard French, for god's sake.

(who is he arguing with tho)]

And you're - you smell nice.

[bro]

[He smells nice?

The actual compliment doesn't matter. He was looking for silent permission, and those words were more than he expected. This is okay. He's been so skittish since Fallon, so certain he just wasn't enough, and now he's certain he can be again.

And Romain is straight. Didn't his friend also say something about the straight ones who flatter so much swinging back and forth between curious and pretty sure of themselves? Couldn't this just become a prolonged mistake instead of a brief and final one?

He doesn't care. He smells nice, apparently, and that means he's going to slide his hand around to cup the back of Romain's head and pull him in the rest of the distance between them. Ghyslain's lips are just as plush as they look, just a little bit parted, and he breathes out heavily through his nose as he presses their mouths more firmly together.]

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[that hand is both gentle and firm when he's nudged closer, feeling the brush of lips that really shouldn't be allowed to be this soft. Romain's own just seem to be naturally puckered most of the time, which certainly helps. So does being warm and smooth.

Straight, bi, curious, whatever. What he's really worried about is how you're supposed to kiss another guy. And this is the first, too, so he's got to impress, ever so competitive.

He sighs. Forces himself to relax until his eyes shut. That makes it easier. Moving is what's hard. It becomes one of those kisses that's more two people feeling outlines with precious stillness than tasting each other hungrily. He just lingers, neither stiff nor limp. A nice middle.

He lifts his hand to Ghyslain's shoulder. It's happening.]

[When he feels Romain's hand on his shoulder, he goes very still for a moment; then, when there's no push away, he comes fully alive. His mouth opens on Romain's, hands tangle in his hair, and he lets out a choked little sound of relief as he tilts his head to lick at Romain's lips. There's no holding back now, not when he's been given a signal that it's okay - he may still get pushed away, but until then, he's definitely hungry.]

[oh god - this is it. He's so used to pacing it whenever he isn't sloppily fooling around that he thinks he's going to be given that time, but Ghyslain just makes his desires transparent and takes it to the next level almost immediately. Before he knows it he's exhaling shakily and parting his lips in turn, certain that his heart really did just sink down from his chest.

His fingers curl tightly - either to anchor himself or to warn Ghyslain he needs to catch up. He's not sure. What he does know is that somewhere in the middle of rolling his tongue up against the other boy's he left a content little hum escape.

Okay. Impressing him. Time to move the hand up to this neck, thumb on his jawline and fingers behind his ear, angling his head to pause just for a second and resume.]</small

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[He can feel a bit of that - not hesitation, exactly, but that there's some slippage between their speeds. Don't completely devour him now, not when he's new to this and god only knows what he's thinking.

With a great effort, Ghyslain dials back a bit, just letting their tongues slide and twist together. It's so good, letting that unspoken (well, only occasionally spoken) tension he's been carrying inside of him spill over and feeling reciprocation. His own mind is overactive in its own way, reminding him that Romain doesn't want to be tied to anything and has been open about it, and that he still hasn't voiced any kind of flexibility in his sexuality despite kissing back. Ghyslain can not expect a thing here. He has to be thankful for what he's given rather than grasping for what will never be.

And right now that's fine. He's being given more than enough. Goosebumps rise up beneath Romain's hand and he shivers deeply; that kind of high sensitivity runs through nearly his entire body when he's excited, no one spot to find because he's wound as tight as a guitar string from head to toe, so Romain will not find it difficult to please him if it gets that far. The shiver comes with a soft moan, and Ghyslain's hands tighten even further in Romain's hair to encourage him, his mouth focussing on Romain's bottom lip to suck and lick lightly just there for a moment.]

Mmn -

[He's not sure what that means. A protest, sound of surprise? Even pleasure? What he does know is that he's really not used to all this initiative. He'll give and take eager, sure, but he'll also pick girls that are so open to his extroversion that they end up letting him drive for the both of them. This is so - pleasantly different. Not as intimidating as he thought it' be, too.

Romain's eyes remain shut when he lets his mouth hang open and tips his chin, feeling the other boy work at his lower lip in a manner that makes him melt. This is being too easy. It's going to spiral out of control, isn't it? And he can't even decide if that's a mistake because Alcohol Knows No Mistakes.]

Ghyslain...

[still not a protest. Just the breath one takes before the plunge. Then he's holding on tight and taking over, his turn to press roughly against Ghyslain's mouth. Romain's tongue prods in, licking at his, sucking on his lips, muttering little sounds evry time he pauses and positions himself differently.

Definitely a sloppy makeout. But god, it's really good.]

[It's true, alcohol does obliterate the concept of mistakes. So does arousal, after a point, and Ghyslain is so incredibly aroused already that he's breathless when Romain pulls away enough to say his name. The way he's turned to face Romain, one leg drawn up a little, does wonders to hide the physical evidence of his excitement but it's still written all over his face.]

Romain. [Right back at him, a little firmer than his own name was said, and he's just about to smile when Romain moves in and all he can do is whimper and take his own turn at clinging for dear life. That is good, it's rough and in command, and it's the last thing he expected from a straight boy. And it's not quite like the others kissed him, sort of teaching and guiding, moulding him into what would be most pleasing; his movements are just assured and assertive, not trying to coax anything out of Ghyslain but pleasure, and that's working very fucking well.

So he shifts roles as well, lets himself be led without that suggestion of being shaped - and it is so, so good that he can barely believe it. He wants to take it the full way, lie back and just let Romain ravish him, but he's the one who knows what he's doing beyond sloppy makeouts; that's why, even as Romain is driving the kisses, he climbs right into Romain's lap and strokes his hands down from his hair to his back with fingers bent to cling even more tightly. He almost giggles into Romain's mouth, nervous and thrilled and needy. If this proves to be okay, then Romain will eventually find himself nudged onto his back and the fun will really begin.]

Nn - [Shit, did Ghyslain really just whimper like that? Like he's the one in need instead of being the one in control, making both their positions shift constantly and his head spin. He's dizzy for other reasons, too, but remarkably less excited than Ghyslain is already, maybe because he's still terrified. Were he all the way terrified, though, and he'd just stop, but - instead he feels a set of legs around his, making him release another small sound under his breath. It's not as different as he thought, if he's still going to be given this part.

That's definitely an erection pressing up against him, though, so that's new.]

Oh, man.

[Nervous? Yeah, he just remembered he's nervous as hell. Still going, though, if the way his hand stays on Ghyslain's face and caresses him is any indication of that. His eyes are droopy and his lips swollen, glossy and red, words slurred.]

You're - you're a really good kisser.

[small, bashful laughter. aaaaand they're back to making out.]

[He's immediately aware that Romain isn't physically aroused, the second he settles his weight on Romain's lap, and it's another reminder. Slow, slow. While he's lost enough inhibitions to do this, he's got enough awareness that those reminders of how tenuous this situation is still reach him. Slow. He might have started rocking his body against Romain's if he'd felt any hardness between the other boy's legs, but now he's staying still, just letting him feel this and what it's like.

And again, he looks so sweet when he pulls away, overwhelmed but in a way that doesn't really show all that fear; he just looks lost, and Ghyslain will guide him as far down the path as he'd like to go.]

Romain, if you - mmph! [So much for his little disclaimer about stopping things whenever and wherever he wants: he's kissed again before he can get out another word. Continuing to read his physical cues will be the order of the evening, and Ghyslain is quite good at that, since Fallon's icy moods could often be cured by just the right treatment and it was always his job to guess what that might be. Right now, kissing is where Romain finds enjoyment and feels comfortable enough to continue, so Ghyslain will stay with kissing; if he strokes at Romain's back, long sweeping movements of his hands with fingers still curled enough to scratch just a bit, it's only over his shirt and not beneath it yet.]

[nope nope nope. More making out. He's still not getting hard as much as he's just extremely content and his heart is racing, letting even one hand drop down to to Ghyslain's thigh before he remembers - erection. There's an erection somewhere between them.]

Wait.

[He's squinting. His hair looks like an even bigger mess.]

Are we gonna have sex?

[He's never asked that before. Or - asked it like that. Either the partner makes it abundantly clear or he outright asks if she wants to. And, well. Does he have to ask that when his partner has a boner pressed up against him.

So... maybe it should rather be 'do you expect to get sex out of this?']

[Oh god, here it is. How does he say this? It's not a conversation he's ever had either, because he was always being seduced during his first time with someone. He wants to say he'll do as much as Romain would like and no more, but that might even be too much pressure. What to say? All his English is leaving him.]

Tu ne dois pas faire rien. [His voice is soft and shaking, but his eyes are very sharp, firm.] C'est ton choix. Mais... je peux te donner beaucoup autre que sexe.

[That's pretty brazen, but he couldn't not say it. He'll still make Romain feel good if that's all he wants. He just rushes to make it clear that pleasuring him isn't an expectation either.]

Si tu veux baiser pour - tout le temps tu veux, c'est bien.

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Ah - moi, je -

[Words are hard AND SO IS GHYSLAIN ohhhh]

Je ne sais pas, je - je l'ai jamais fait. Er - je veux dire, je jamais eu des relations sexuelles avec un garçon. [BUTT SEX VIRGIN... oh god does he want to put it in his butt.] Je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je doute que tu veux ça. N-non?

Ouais, je sais ça. You are learning. Maintenant, je suis un professeur.

[It sounded right in his poor, drunken head, almost smooth, but it rings all kinds of unpleasant bells there once it’s spoken aloud, for quite obvious reasons. He gives a hard, visible wince, then doubles back to correct the statement, using English to ensure that he thinks hard about his words rather than blurting out something so stupid. They come slowly, but with certainty once he’s chosen them.]

I would like to help you decide if you enjoy any of this. I would not like to do anything that frightens you. If the idea of sex is too large - it is not so difficult to concentrate only on you. I will not suffer. [A tiny, knowing smile at that. They both know it's not terribly fun to be left with an erection after someone else has been pleasured, but in this case - it'll be so worth it.]

[Okay, switching so fast between English and French is making his head spin all over again. So now he's going to let it drop on Ghyslain's chest and shut his eyes tight.

He puffs up his cheeks, exhales deep.]

No. I mean - not no. God, this is really weird.

[... he turns his head to the side, this time resting his cheek rather than forehead.]

I still think you're really, like... good-looking. [don'tsayitdon'tsayitdon'tsayit] And - hot. But in a manly way.

[... aaaaan?]

Also, you're seriously hard.

[bros don't leave bros hanging with a boner bro]

[Hot. He can't help but smile to himself, while Romain can't see it. That's very new. He's been petted and stroked like a little doll, told he's pretty a million times, but never hot. There's something carnal about the word that appeals to him.

Romain is still struggling with this, though, and Ghyslain thinks he can guess why. It's pretty much the core fear of every straight man who contemplates gay sex, and one he had himself before the first time he experienced it, truth be told.]

Do you fear being - pénétré? [Well, if they're being blunt.] Because that is not the only way.

[Good thing he can't see Romain's face, because his eyes shoot white open at the word. And he leans back again because suddenly it's too hot in here.]

Yeah, I - not that. I definitely don't know how to do any of that.

[nope, not ready for that much.]

Or anything else. To a guy, I mean. I know plenty about sex.

[He's so defensive. Ghyslain looks into his eyes, with that same deep focus that transcends the glassy drunkenness of their surface, and shifts back as well so that his arousal can no longer be felt. It's a barrier, he thinks. Gently, he takes Romain by the shoulders, a steadying grip.]

I am not going to judge you, Romain, and I will not make demands. Please relax.

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Oh, dude - no, I'm not saying you are. Making demands. I'd walk the hell out if you started doing that.

[tho bro it sucks to have to crawl into a cold shower bro]

I just don't wanna - hurt you. Or leave you coming out of this unhappy because I don't know the first thing about it.

I have grown beyond expectations.

[That's a heavy thing to drop on him right now, and not at all sexy, but he should know it and have it stated just as explicitly as their sexual talk. It's very true. Just because he's not free and easy like Romain doesn't mean he's still attaching his heart to everyone who shows him attention. In his own way, he's just as jaded.]

Mon main. Ce n'est pas effrayant, ouais? [He holds one out between them to illustrate his words: it's big for his slight body, long-fingered, classic piano playing hands.] Je peux utilizer mon main. Si tu veux faire la même après ça, tu peux. Si non... je peux faire la mème pour moi-même.

[And in case he thinks that's not enough...]

It will - the thought of having given you pleasure will give me much pleasure in return.

Your hand?

[he looks down at it, mental-image striking him immediately. His lids lower again, and he swallows. Yeah, that - that sounds manageable. He doesn't feel so bad about just lying there without knowing what to do if it's a handjob. Figure that?

Let him just stay quiet for a moment longer. He never answers immediately no matter who's offering ,really. Most of the time the answer should be oh hell yes, please. ]

... What do you want me to do?

Enjoy yourself. [He's coy again, the slightest hint of a smile, but then he answers more seriously because it's good that Romain wants to be involved. It's a good sign.] Fait attention. It will be different to use your hand on someone else, if you should decide to try. Notice how it is different and you will feel more prepared.

[But mostly, he wants Romain to lose himself in this. He regrets his own advice because of that. Still, if he wants a task, that's the best Ghyslain can give: study for your own test, since you're so obviously considering this one.

He climbs off of Romain, crouching to one side of him, and kisses him again. As his mouth moves, so does his hand, settling low on Romain's abdomen. His fingers curl in the bottom of Romain's shirt, but that's it for now, just letting him feel it so close to where it will soon rest.]

... Okay.

[... Being taught all over again. Except when an actual teacher was involved, he was being shown how to finger a woman between her legs as he did it. Finding the right spot, alternating between the kind of movement, how many fingers - listening close to when she was no longer feeling satisfied or when his smaller hand was driving her utterly mad. Adapting that from girl to girl was relatively easy from then on, none of them ever quite as demanding as she.

This isn't as foreign, but novel all over.]

D'accord.

[That makes sense - what works for you won't necessarily work for another. He could figure that much out on his own, but still listens close. Leans back and props his hands behind him on the mattress, muscles twitching when Ghyslain's hand rests so dangerously low. God. Okay. Teenager much?

Concentrate on the kissing. He was really enjoying that up until they talked about it.]

[And he's throwing everything he has into the kiss, every curl of his tongue and light graze of his teeth and alternating pressure of his lips, sometimes just barely grazing their mouths together and sometimes lavishing enough attention to leave Romain breathless. He's had good tutelage as well, someone who was just as easily distracted or annoyed when he didn't perform properly, so he's uniquely qualified for this.

What a horrible way to think about it. So he tries not to think about it at all, how he learned to do this, and thinks only about coaxing pleasure out of Romain's fears.

When his hand shifts, it's right past his end goal without touching it at all, instead resting on Romain's inner thigh to slide up and down lightly. High enough to be suggestive, yes, but still not touching directly.]

Will you lie down? [Everything will be a question, not an order, unless he gets any sign that orders are preferred as Romain's excitement starts to build.]

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