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Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

    (05/05/2017 at 09:01)
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It came out of nowhere, that sound. At one moment, he would swear he and Lucian were completely alone, at the other, the gurgling was coming from a dangerously close place.

Guillaume could feel that thing behind him, but his body was frozen into place, refusing to move, to look at it. It's now the boy thought I'm going to become woozle food - this line of thinking left him somewhat hysteric, a chuckle escaping his lips.

The boy was so absorbed in his internal panic attack, he hadn't even noticed the fact that Lucian was moving till the moment the other boy was taking the slab from his hands.

"RUUUUUN!!"

The french jerked into movement, gripping Lucian's hand as if it was a lifeline. His legs seemed to be made of jelly, moving without any kind of coordenation through the night Camp. His heart was trying to break free from his ribs, pounding in his ears.

He had no idea about where they were, or about where they were going. At that moment, it didn't seemed like an important matter.

"Quick! Under the Pooh Sticks bridge,"

Guillaume just did, without even thinking. If the water was cold, he couldn't notice - not when his body seemed to on fire. His breath was heavy and loud - and he was sure that his cheeks should be burning hot. Aside from the lightly sound coming from the flowing of the river, there was only silence.

The minutes passed away.

He stared at Lucian, who looked as disheveled as himself, and couldn't help but start to laugh silently again - this time, without that histerical streak in it. Merlin's beard what the hell had they just done?

"I think i lose the dare."

Lucian Grey

    (05/05/2017 at 17:56)
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Thankfully Guillaume acted as instructed, following him into cold water. His own lungs burned from the exertion of running, adrenalin pumping his body into overdrive as he gasped to breath, but trying to stop the loud gasps and pants that now echoed in the small space they found themselves in underneath the bridge.

Lucian had put a hand over his own mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle his breathing that seemed very loud to his own ears.

Please don’t look for us here. Please, please don’t…

Both boys waited and waited. Lucian was on edge, waiting to be found out at any moment. But their luck (or what was left of it) held and minutes passed enough so that he could slowly calm himself down.

Before he knew it, Guillaume was looking at him and had started laughing?

Lucian bit back a grin and a laugh of his own, because he had to admit it was kind of hilarious. The two of them soaking wet, under a bridge and hiding from some unknown monstrosity that one would expect to only exist in the nightmares of children.

"I think I lose the dare," Guillaume had said softly and Lucian’s lip curled upwards into an appreciative smirk as he eyed the wet French boy who was all wet angles, lashes and cheekbones. Lucian’s blue eyes lit with renewed mischief.

“I think you do,” he agreed in a silkily whisper. “So? What should your penalty be?”
You are everything I want because
Y O U   A R E   E V E R Y T H I N G    I ' M    N O T
And we lay, we lay together,

J U S T   N O T   T O O
C    L    O    S    E .

Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

    (05/05/2017 at 18:52)
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“I think you do,”

It was as if all the previous tension had never existed. His breath was still loud, blood still pumping in his ears and mind still too dazzled. Guillaume was still smiling - for reasons that even him couldn't know or name - when he stared at Lucian, for once taking notice of his friend state.

It wasn't like he hadn't noticed before that Lucian Grey had a handsomeness of sorts - the french wasn't blind, after all. But it was a kind of first time that a very particular corner of his mind was processing this information ( - with real interest, instead of the usual amusement).

So, the french boy stared, transfixed. Lucian's cheeks were as reddened as his own, chest moving up and down quickly, hair messed and wet. Guillaume really like that hair, the way that, sometimes, it almost seemed to be white. And his voice, yes, he had to admit that Grey voice was something else.

“So? What should your penalty be?”

"What? Do you want a kiss or something?" Was said almost in a purr, his accent cloying too heavily at the words. This time, however, there was somethind more in this tease of them - or maybe it have always been there, just waiting the right moment for rise into surface.

 Don't do it the sane part of his brain adviced You are wrong, and you're going to regret this. Yet, that other darker corner of his brain had an louder voice, murmuring Do it. Do it. Do it. in his ear, tempting him into taking action.

Do it. Because you want to.

And, as always, he did. Green eyes still locked with blue ones, Guillaume closed the small distance between them - warmth radiating from one to another - and their faces were so close that their mouths were brushing. Guillaume parted his lips, exhaling, for once giving Lucian the chance to shove him away.
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Lucian Grey

    (05/05/2017 at 21:05)
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Lucian had been flirting with the French boy for most their night time adventure. He wasn't going to openly admit it, but he had. It had been mostly in the name of fun, because Guillaume was handsome and their playful banter had been extremely fun and mentally stimulating. It was only during their moment at the moat when Lucian realized how dangerous his little flirtatious could potentially be. But eventually their awkwardness hadn't mattered to Guillaume and their playful banter had resumed.

"What? Do you want a kiss or something?"

Had it been said any other way, Lucian would  probably have smirked and scoffed jokingly at Guillaume, probably saying something about chaste kisses and not knowing where the French boy's lips had been. Instead, the words came out in a seductive French purr, and Lucian was suddenly aware of his heart pounding in his chest for reasons other than running.

He was aware of other things then too: the narrowing distance between them, the smell of Guillaume's familiar scent that usually lingered on all of his belongings, now mixed with the mineral tang of the water they were in.

Lucian licked his lips as their eyes met, suddenly feeling unsure of himself, all his previous cockiness had disappeared without a trace. As Guillaume closed the distance between them, Lucian could do nothing but breath in his intoxicating scent until he felt the warm brush of his lips. He groaned softly then, parting his lips as he closed the distance between them, hesitant at first, but slowly deepening the kiss as he allowed himself to slowly get bolder. Guillaume had the softest lips and kissing him didn't feel wrong or strange or different from kissing a girl. Before he knew it, Lucian's fingers had laced themselves into dark blonde hair, pulling Guillaume closer.
YOU DON'T NEED TO WORRY
I'M JUST FINE... I'VE JUST...

            LOST MY MIND

Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

    (05/05/2017 at 23:47)
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It wasn't his first time kissing boys - not even close to it - and it also wasn't like one couldn't found him snogging a girl or another from time to time. And it was different, angles in the place of curves, sharp instead of smooth. Even the softness had a harder underline.

Guillaume was shivering, but it was from anything but cold. He shifted his head a bit, a hand resting against a sharp jaw and the other landing in a waist - pulling closer, ending any sort of distance.

His mind seemed to be aware of everything: the warmth of other boy's lips, that was like velvet against mouth, the slender fingers gripping his hair slightly, the touching skin and the running water around them. His tongue licked and tasted the tender flesh before finding it's way inside.

If Lucian wasn't sure about what they were doing, he wasn't showing.

Guillaume pulled apart for a moment - trying to recover his breath. His lips, however, refused to stop, mouthing instead against a jaw and the junction of the neck, followed by the softest graze of teeth. His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart, the thoughts jumbling against each other. It mattered nothing, because he had no intention of thinking at that moment.


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Lucian Grey

    (05/07/2017 at 10:03)
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It was far from Lucian's first time kissing, but this was the first time he was kissing a boy. While the initial moments had felt similar to kissing girls on account of Guillaume's soft lips, Guillaume pulled him closer and Lucian decided that kissing boys was different. Less softness and more angles, the feeling of the French boy's smooth muscles rippling under skin.

A soft moan of pleasure rose unbidden from Lucian's lips as their waists met. The brush of Guillaume's fingers against his jaw as the kiss deepened was a gesture that was more intimate than he had expected, and in seconds he was hungry for Guillaume in ways that Lucian had never really experienced before, nor even with girls.

His mind - which was his worst enemy during moments like this - was blissfully quiet. There was no second guessing, no self criticism - no running analysis of any kind. All that existed was Guillaume's scent, the taste of him that rose from his warm, wet skin, their tender licks and open mouthed kisses. Lucian was greedy for it all.

Despite the urgency he was feeling, Lucian let the French boy set the pace between them. As Guillaume pulled apart for a moment, Lucian was left panting, also attempting to recover his breath. He felt as quick flash of confusion as Guillaume started mouthing his neck, for a moment not understanding why the French boy would choose to do this. A moment later, the confusion turned into something else and Lucian felt his pulse race, and another moan that was definitely louder.

He felt himself flush in embarrassment as the sound echoed within the tight space under the bridge.

He needed this to stop.
He never wanted this to stop.
As always, his own mind his worst enemy.

Lucian slowly pulled back.

Back.

Away from Guillaume and his beautiful lips. Away from his smooth skin and heated kisses that made his toes curl deliciously.

Away.

He was still panting heavily, the sound loud to his own ears.

"We can't - We... We need to get back," his usual eloquence faltering. The words spilling clumsily into the air.

"We need to get back to the cabins," he repeated with more insistence as if to assure himself, unable to meet Guillaume's eye as he ducked out from under the bridge and waded out of the water.
HELL IS SOMETHING YOU CARRY AROUND WITH YOU

NOT SOMEWHERE YOU GO

Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

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Guillaume hadn't planned this outcome for them, hadn't really looked at Lucian with those intentions. Even in the deepest of his mind, it hadn't sounded as much more than a shared joke between friends. For fun, only that.

Yet, why it felt so right? He wanted to drown Lucian with kisses, and be drowned in return. He wanted more of his lips, and skin and voice. He wanted reciprocity, and the knowledge that things wouldn't change, even with this.

But then, Lucian was escaping through his fingers - much like the water surrounding them. Guillaume could feel the moment when that small bubble was broken and the other boy started change his mind, muscles tensing with the hesitation. The french boy kissed Grey's neck harder, a clear message: stop thinking, stay here, don't go. But it was too late now.

At one moment, he had Lucian there with him. At the other, the platinum blonde was pulling apart, pushing away. Guillaume hands gave an small twitch, eager to refuse and pull it back. And maybe, if his mind wasn't so blank, he would - but he waited too much, and now the chance was lost.

"We can't - We... We need to get back,"

Even with the warm weather and the blood still rushing through his veins, Guillaume felt a bit cold now that the contact was lost. His mouth opened, only to close again. He should say something, but what? Should he ask for forgiveness? Maybe, but he doubted he could make it sound sincere. Should he joke again, pretend none of this ever happened? He couldn't, not when he was still wanting. So, instead, he seeked Lucian eyes.

"We need to get back to the cabins,"

Rejection.

Because he clearly had been wrong, and now he had no idea of how to fix this. Standing alone with swollen kissed lips, Guillaume watched Lucian Grey go away, letting him put a few meters between them before following quietly.

And alone.




 
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