Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ Things Just Crumble ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
How absence does change a thing, even if that thing is love.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.25.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 301 | Status: Work In Progress
How absence does change a thing, even if that thing is love.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.25.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 301 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes Mou. College English has totally shattered any confidence I had in my writing. Between writing my assignments, papers, and essays, I've re-written this chapter four times and I'm still not content with it. Expect revisions...many, many revisions. {wanders off with a glazed look in her eyes and a prescription for Prozac}
Sanctuary
Chapter Five : Things Just Crumble
"Marron," Gateau stepped forward and swept the shorter man into a tight embrace. One hand fisted in the loose fabric of his robe as Marron's forehead rested on his chest. Gateau had expected tears, but there were none, only a still silence. "You think I'm going to make you leave?" he asked, hearing the waver of his own sadness.
"Yes," the answer was muffled as Marron stared at the ground, unable to shake the strong embrace. He just wanted away, away from the man whom he so badly wanted to be with.
Gateau pushed him back a bit, “No Marron. Now come on, we've got shopping to do."
And with that he walked back towards the house, trusting Marron to follow. Leaving the front door open, he started towards the stairs. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as the door was shut. Without looking back, he continued on to get ready.
~*~
Gateau let worry settle to the back of his mind and contented himself to have a good day escorting his companion around town. At first he had thought to take Marron to several of the upscale shops that usually provided his own wardrobe, but a glance at the other's current dress decided that such and outing would have to wait until the preliminaries were done. This turned out to be for the better. It seemed that Marron was a very reluctant shopper.
The large mall sat just off the highway, a huge sand colored building with large white signs proclaiming the names of the stores within. The parking lot was crowded and Gateau, being somewhat fearful of the safety of his car, parked near the rear of the lot, next to one of the many sectioned areas of grass holding a pitiful looking maple tree.
"This isn't necessary."
"Come on."
Marron got out slowly, blinking at the bright sun and looking quite unaccustomed to the atmosphere in general. Gateau pressed the locks and waited for Marron to join him on the opposite side of the car. Side by side they began the trek to the main entrance of the crowded mall.
Marron fell behind slightly as they walked. Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep up the best he could with Gateau's wide but normal pace. Finally having to stop for moment as they reached the last crosswalk, he offered Gateau a glare as the blond stopped without comment.
Stepping finally into the large, cool open area of the mall, both stood for a moment adjusting to the fake lighting and instant background noise of a hundred people going about their business. A fountain ran somewhere in the distance, splashing quietly over the voices.
Gateau paused to remove his dark sunglasses and tuck them into the front pocket of his well-fit button down shirt. The weather was cool, but windless, and he had deemed a jacket unnecessary. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at Marron and led the way to the nearest shop entrance. The other followed in obedient silence.
Earlier they had discussed the purpose of this trip. The arguments had been had, and Marron's objections put to rest in finality under the transparent snobbish guise of Gateau simply wanting him to look proper for the times they might be seen together.
"What's first?" Gateau asked as they walked through the entrance of Profitts. Receiving no answer, he began to shuffle through a rack of shirts. Marron stood quietly to his side, staring at the floor.
Moving from rack to rack, Gateau gathered several shirts of varying colors and styles. Each was something that would flatter the tone or shape of his friend. Directing Marron to the dressing room, he instructed the other to come out and show him each of the shirts in turn.
It was a gift to see Marron in something decent again, and with each new change, even the ones that didn't work, Gateau smiled. If Marron had smiled back, it might have been better.
Four hours, two trips to the car, and several hundred dollars later Gateau declared it time for lunch. The food court was just past the afternoon rush, with many tables still filled with laughing teenagers, but it wasn't difficult to find a place to sit their bags.
Leaving Marron to sit, Gateau went to grab some food from the Panda King. Carrying two plates of the special, General Toa's chicken and rice, he returned to the small table. Marron sat there, one elbow propped on the table, head in hand, staring out the large plate glass window that overlooked the parking lot. People milled about outside, but it was obvious by the glazed look in his eyes that his thoughts were elsewhere.
Gateau was taken aback by the sudden feeling of nostalgia that washed over him. Left alone for very long without a book in hand, Marron would always retreat into some deep thoughts about one thing or another. It was nice to know that some things never changed. Sitting down the tray, he divided their food.
"Thank you," Marron stated quietly.
His mouth already full, Gateau just nodded. He watched as Marron took a few bites before he began to push his food about his plate with his fork. Every minute or so he would lift the utensil to his mouth, either by habit or to purposefully fool Gateau. It wasn't working.
"I know mall food isn't the best, but at least try to eat," he prodded.
"I am."
A few more minutes passed, Gateau finished his food, and Marron stopped pretending to eat. Gateau wondered at how thin the other was, and the obvious reason for it. That morning, after their fight and having the other in his arms, ready to leave, it had occurred to him that he needed to do more for Marron than watch this decline happen. He needed to correct it, and Gateau could, at times, when it was important, be a very affective individual. This not eating thing was the first thing he was going to stop. Taking their trays, he emptied the contents into the nearby trashcan all the time racking his brain for his stored away list of Marron's favorite foods.
~*~
In the summer of their junior year, Marron had to have his appendix out. He has postponed the operation to complete his last final exam and nearly killed himself in the process. Gateau left his own test sitting unfinished to help Marron to his car and on to the hospital.
After the operation was finished and the morphine was reduced a little, Marron had wakened up to see Gateau leaning over him even before his own father had come in. As the days passed, he had gotten better, but had little appetite due to the pain of his surgery and also the medication. Between Marron's high metabolism and his already thin form, he lost weight quickly and looked rather pitiful in short order when he wasn't eating at all.
Gateau had pressed him to try, and in response gotten a comment about how the hospital could at least provide something a little appetizing. With a quick check with a doctor Gateau had set off to find something else to replace the instant potatoes and green jello that the picky Marron hated. After that he had brought in a variety of foods, and Marron had made efforts to eat a bit of each, thanking him even though most everything was thrown away. Finally though Gateau was sucessful.
The room was small and sterile, everything white and silver against the pale peach of the walls. Even the watercolor painting that hung on the wall seemed washed out, sick. The bed sat front and center, metal rails on either side and an IV stand beside it. There, under a thin white sheet, was Marron. They had dressed him in a green gown, the sleeves short enough to reveal the place where they drew blood repeatedly to check his white cell count. His wrist was taped to hold the IV in as it transported one medication or another into his system. Someone had tied back his hair with a large bright red ribbon that looked out of place in the scene.
"Hey," Gateau welcomed, shifting the container he held to his left hand as he shut the door.
Marron had apparently been napping. His dark eyes opened groggily and he offered the blond a little smile. Gateau leaned over the bed rail to run a gentle touch down Marron's cheek, but the other pulled away with a tiny jerk. Alarm instantly alighted in blue eyes and he tried to explain.
"Cold," he whispered, finding his throat dry from sleep. Gateau laughed lightly, reassured. Setting down his small burden on the sink edge, he turned back to Marron.
"Feel like sitting up for a while?"
To that he got a nod. Marron lifted his arms just slightly as Gateau reached forward. The larger man paused a moment, enjoying the rare occasion that Marron allowed himself to depend on another person. Delicate hands rested on his bare biceps as he lifted Marron cautiously into a sitting position. Slowly he lifted a cup of water to his friend's lips, letting him drink a bit before replacing it.
"Thank you."
"I brought you something. Here," he opened the lid of the pint container, wrapping a small towel around the bottom and settling it in Marron's lap. Pulling a plastic spoon from the pocket of his white pants, he handed it to Marron.
Marron blinked once, looking a bit questionly at this latest offering and then at Gateau's hopeful face. Lifting the spoon to his lips, he tested it and found that even the hospital stay could not diminish his fondness for strawberry ice cream. With tired enthusiasm, he proceeded to eat most of what Gateau had brought him and their day together ended in a sweet strawberry kiss that neither would forget.
~*~
Gateau set the paper cup on the table with a proud smack. Peeling the paper off the straw, he stuck it through the plastic lid and pushed the entire thing beneath Marron's nose. The other looked at it rather blandly before turning back towards the window.
"No thank you," he said.
"Come on, try it. Just one drink," Gateau pushed it over a little more.
Clearly just to shut Gateau up, Marron lifted the milkshake to his lips and took a sip. Setting it down, he looked at the blond for acceptance of the fact that he simply did not want it. Gateau's face fell. He took a heavy seat across the table and stared at Marron.
"I just want to help," he stated, taking a pale hand in his own and finding it cool to the touch.
"Why bother?" Marron asked.
"Because...because I have to do something."
Golden eyes softened at that and Marron sighed, "I'm sorry. I just don't see the point."
"Come on, let's go home."
~*~
Marron sat silently in the passenger seat, tucked against the door with his arms crossed over his stomach and head against the window. He looked tired, worn out from a simple day of shopping. Gateau half-watched the road as he thought about it.
What bad habits Marron had acquired over the past years! Not eating, smoking, and this whole nihilistic outlook on life. It simply had to stop. Where had it happened, where had it all changed for him...
Would it change for Gateau too, if...if....
Shit. That was something else they had to figure out. Pushing it to the corner of his mind could only be a temporary solution. He would go, tomorrow, to the clinic and get a few things straight. He wished Marron had told him sooner, but really it wouldn't have changed anything. They had made love for the first time well before their senior year when Marron had apparently gotten his own diagnosis.
Gateau wished he knew the whole story. But he knew not to push.
He watched as Marron blinked his eyes sharply, obviously trying to stay awake. So the man wasn't ready to completely give in, to anything.
~*~
Gateau pulled the sports car into a small parking spot behind the tiny white building. Getting out, he locked the doors and slipped the keys into the pocket of his light colored dress pants. A suit had seemed inappropriate to this errand, so he had settled on a polo shirt that placed his outfit somewhere near casual. But the situation was anything but casual.
Stepping through the simple glass door, Gateau approached the window. The woman behind it looked busy, with a phone tucked between her chin a shoulder, a file in one hand, and a clipboard in the other, but her expression was calm.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Carrison, but this is a confidential matter. Your daughter doesn't wish that information to be released. Yes, yes, I know ma'am. I'm sorry, "and with a click, she replaced the phone. Looking up, she acknowledged Gateau's presence.
"Returning patient?"
"No."
"Fill this out, return it to the desk, and then take a seat. The doctor will see you shortly."
~*~
Marron sat as Gateau had left him, on the couch with his legs drawn up beside him. Opened in his lap was a large, leather bound book that looked as if had seen more than one reading. The spine was loose, the gold edging of the pages coming off, and the title fading, almost unreadable, /Beyond Good and Evil/.
/I'll be back in a bit. You'll be okay here?/
Of corse he would be fine. He wasn't incompetent, he had said as much. Relations had not been exactly friendly since the discussion in the mall. Marron sincerely thought Gateau would soon be fed up enough to leave him be.
/Where are you going?/
He probably shouldn't have asked. It wasn't polite, and wasn't any of his business where the older man went, and Gateau shouldn't think he cared.
/Nowhere important. I'll be back before dinner./
Closing the battered book, Marron pressed it tight against his chest. What was he doing here? Before, his time with Gateau had been so clear-cut. Somehow it had deepened in absence, changing into something more than it had been.
~*~
“Next week we have exams.”
“Yeah.”
“How do you think the Algebra one will be?”
“Hard. I hate these damn tests.”
A flock of tiny black birds flew over their heads, off to seek a warmer climate as fall began to turn to winter
"Why do you love me?" Marron turned to him as they sat on the dock, watching the boats come in at dusk.
"'Cause you're beautiful."
The answer should have upset him, being shallow as it was, but something about it was honest enough to satisfy. Perhaps there was more, perhaps not, but at least he wasn't being lied to. And Gateau /did/ love him.
A large arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him back into Gateau's lap. His hair was pushed aside and soft lips began to kiss his neck. Hands caressed his body, first his thighs and hips, and then his crotch, rubbing through the heavy corduroy.
“No,” he struggled out of the strong grasp.
“Car?”
“Gateau, I--” he was cut off by a deep kiss, his lips parted by Gateau’s searching tongue. Supported by a strong grip, he was tilted back onto the rough wood. The hot weight immobilized him, as the snap of his pants was undone and skilled fingers slipped inside. His briefs were pushed down and those playful fingers began to work their magic, bringing hidden desire to the surface, causing his back to arch up, pressing them even closer. He gasped against Gateau’s mouth, finally pushing him back.
“Not here,” he managed in a whisper, bright blush spreading across pale cheeks.
Relenting, Gateau stood and offered his hand to pull Marron up. They walked the short distance to the light blue car parked beneath the ancient oak trees but didn’t leave until the stars shone bright in the sky.
~tbc~
Notes: Okay, so only two or three people (who I deeply appreciate, mind you) are reading this...that’s okay...just gives me more freedom. In the rare case that you are an /actual/ reader, I apologize for the OOC and also for the jumping back and forth in time...oh, and beg you to review...please?
Sanctuary
Chapter Five : Things Just Crumble
"Marron," Gateau stepped forward and swept the shorter man into a tight embrace. One hand fisted in the loose fabric of his robe as Marron's forehead rested on his chest. Gateau had expected tears, but there were none, only a still silence. "You think I'm going to make you leave?" he asked, hearing the waver of his own sadness.
"Yes," the answer was muffled as Marron stared at the ground, unable to shake the strong embrace. He just wanted away, away from the man whom he so badly wanted to be with.
Gateau pushed him back a bit, “No Marron. Now come on, we've got shopping to do."
And with that he walked back towards the house, trusting Marron to follow. Leaving the front door open, he started towards the stairs. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as the door was shut. Without looking back, he continued on to get ready.
~*~
Gateau let worry settle to the back of his mind and contented himself to have a good day escorting his companion around town. At first he had thought to take Marron to several of the upscale shops that usually provided his own wardrobe, but a glance at the other's current dress decided that such and outing would have to wait until the preliminaries were done. This turned out to be for the better. It seemed that Marron was a very reluctant shopper.
The large mall sat just off the highway, a huge sand colored building with large white signs proclaiming the names of the stores within. The parking lot was crowded and Gateau, being somewhat fearful of the safety of his car, parked near the rear of the lot, next to one of the many sectioned areas of grass holding a pitiful looking maple tree.
"This isn't necessary."
"Come on."
Marron got out slowly, blinking at the bright sun and looking quite unaccustomed to the atmosphere in general. Gateau pressed the locks and waited for Marron to join him on the opposite side of the car. Side by side they began the trek to the main entrance of the crowded mall.
Marron fell behind slightly as they walked. Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep up the best he could with Gateau's wide but normal pace. Finally having to stop for moment as they reached the last crosswalk, he offered Gateau a glare as the blond stopped without comment.
Stepping finally into the large, cool open area of the mall, both stood for a moment adjusting to the fake lighting and instant background noise of a hundred people going about their business. A fountain ran somewhere in the distance, splashing quietly over the voices.
Gateau paused to remove his dark sunglasses and tuck them into the front pocket of his well-fit button down shirt. The weather was cool, but windless, and he had deemed a jacket unnecessary. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at Marron and led the way to the nearest shop entrance. The other followed in obedient silence.
Earlier they had discussed the purpose of this trip. The arguments had been had, and Marron's objections put to rest in finality under the transparent snobbish guise of Gateau simply wanting him to look proper for the times they might be seen together.
"What's first?" Gateau asked as they walked through the entrance of Profitts. Receiving no answer, he began to shuffle through a rack of shirts. Marron stood quietly to his side, staring at the floor.
Moving from rack to rack, Gateau gathered several shirts of varying colors and styles. Each was something that would flatter the tone or shape of his friend. Directing Marron to the dressing room, he instructed the other to come out and show him each of the shirts in turn.
It was a gift to see Marron in something decent again, and with each new change, even the ones that didn't work, Gateau smiled. If Marron had smiled back, it might have been better.
Four hours, two trips to the car, and several hundred dollars later Gateau declared it time for lunch. The food court was just past the afternoon rush, with many tables still filled with laughing teenagers, but it wasn't difficult to find a place to sit their bags.
Leaving Marron to sit, Gateau went to grab some food from the Panda King. Carrying two plates of the special, General Toa's chicken and rice, he returned to the small table. Marron sat there, one elbow propped on the table, head in hand, staring out the large plate glass window that overlooked the parking lot. People milled about outside, but it was obvious by the glazed look in his eyes that his thoughts were elsewhere.
Gateau was taken aback by the sudden feeling of nostalgia that washed over him. Left alone for very long without a book in hand, Marron would always retreat into some deep thoughts about one thing or another. It was nice to know that some things never changed. Sitting down the tray, he divided their food.
"Thank you," Marron stated quietly.
His mouth already full, Gateau just nodded. He watched as Marron took a few bites before he began to push his food about his plate with his fork. Every minute or so he would lift the utensil to his mouth, either by habit or to purposefully fool Gateau. It wasn't working.
"I know mall food isn't the best, but at least try to eat," he prodded.
"I am."
A few more minutes passed, Gateau finished his food, and Marron stopped pretending to eat. Gateau wondered at how thin the other was, and the obvious reason for it. That morning, after their fight and having the other in his arms, ready to leave, it had occurred to him that he needed to do more for Marron than watch this decline happen. He needed to correct it, and Gateau could, at times, when it was important, be a very affective individual. This not eating thing was the first thing he was going to stop. Taking their trays, he emptied the contents into the nearby trashcan all the time racking his brain for his stored away list of Marron's favorite foods.
~*~
In the summer of their junior year, Marron had to have his appendix out. He has postponed the operation to complete his last final exam and nearly killed himself in the process. Gateau left his own test sitting unfinished to help Marron to his car and on to the hospital.
After the operation was finished and the morphine was reduced a little, Marron had wakened up to see Gateau leaning over him even before his own father had come in. As the days passed, he had gotten better, but had little appetite due to the pain of his surgery and also the medication. Between Marron's high metabolism and his already thin form, he lost weight quickly and looked rather pitiful in short order when he wasn't eating at all.
Gateau had pressed him to try, and in response gotten a comment about how the hospital could at least provide something a little appetizing. With a quick check with a doctor Gateau had set off to find something else to replace the instant potatoes and green jello that the picky Marron hated. After that he had brought in a variety of foods, and Marron had made efforts to eat a bit of each, thanking him even though most everything was thrown away. Finally though Gateau was sucessful.
The room was small and sterile, everything white and silver against the pale peach of the walls. Even the watercolor painting that hung on the wall seemed washed out, sick. The bed sat front and center, metal rails on either side and an IV stand beside it. There, under a thin white sheet, was Marron. They had dressed him in a green gown, the sleeves short enough to reveal the place where they drew blood repeatedly to check his white cell count. His wrist was taped to hold the IV in as it transported one medication or another into his system. Someone had tied back his hair with a large bright red ribbon that looked out of place in the scene.
"Hey," Gateau welcomed, shifting the container he held to his left hand as he shut the door.
Marron had apparently been napping. His dark eyes opened groggily and he offered the blond a little smile. Gateau leaned over the bed rail to run a gentle touch down Marron's cheek, but the other pulled away with a tiny jerk. Alarm instantly alighted in blue eyes and he tried to explain.
"Cold," he whispered, finding his throat dry from sleep. Gateau laughed lightly, reassured. Setting down his small burden on the sink edge, he turned back to Marron.
"Feel like sitting up for a while?"
To that he got a nod. Marron lifted his arms just slightly as Gateau reached forward. The larger man paused a moment, enjoying the rare occasion that Marron allowed himself to depend on another person. Delicate hands rested on his bare biceps as he lifted Marron cautiously into a sitting position. Slowly he lifted a cup of water to his friend's lips, letting him drink a bit before replacing it.
"Thank you."
"I brought you something. Here," he opened the lid of the pint container, wrapping a small towel around the bottom and settling it in Marron's lap. Pulling a plastic spoon from the pocket of his white pants, he handed it to Marron.
Marron blinked once, looking a bit questionly at this latest offering and then at Gateau's hopeful face. Lifting the spoon to his lips, he tested it and found that even the hospital stay could not diminish his fondness for strawberry ice cream. With tired enthusiasm, he proceeded to eat most of what Gateau had brought him and their day together ended in a sweet strawberry kiss that neither would forget.
~*~
Gateau set the paper cup on the table with a proud smack. Peeling the paper off the straw, he stuck it through the plastic lid and pushed the entire thing beneath Marron's nose. The other looked at it rather blandly before turning back towards the window.
"No thank you," he said.
"Come on, try it. Just one drink," Gateau pushed it over a little more.
Clearly just to shut Gateau up, Marron lifted the milkshake to his lips and took a sip. Setting it down, he looked at the blond for acceptance of the fact that he simply did not want it. Gateau's face fell. He took a heavy seat across the table and stared at Marron.
"I just want to help," he stated, taking a pale hand in his own and finding it cool to the touch.
"Why bother?" Marron asked.
"Because...because I have to do something."
Golden eyes softened at that and Marron sighed, "I'm sorry. I just don't see the point."
"Come on, let's go home."
~*~
Marron sat silently in the passenger seat, tucked against the door with his arms crossed over his stomach and head against the window. He looked tired, worn out from a simple day of shopping. Gateau half-watched the road as he thought about it.
What bad habits Marron had acquired over the past years! Not eating, smoking, and this whole nihilistic outlook on life. It simply had to stop. Where had it happened, where had it all changed for him...
Would it change for Gateau too, if...if....
Shit. That was something else they had to figure out. Pushing it to the corner of his mind could only be a temporary solution. He would go, tomorrow, to the clinic and get a few things straight. He wished Marron had told him sooner, but really it wouldn't have changed anything. They had made love for the first time well before their senior year when Marron had apparently gotten his own diagnosis.
Gateau wished he knew the whole story. But he knew not to push.
He watched as Marron blinked his eyes sharply, obviously trying to stay awake. So the man wasn't ready to completely give in, to anything.
~*~
Gateau pulled the sports car into a small parking spot behind the tiny white building. Getting out, he locked the doors and slipped the keys into the pocket of his light colored dress pants. A suit had seemed inappropriate to this errand, so he had settled on a polo shirt that placed his outfit somewhere near casual. But the situation was anything but casual.
Stepping through the simple glass door, Gateau approached the window. The woman behind it looked busy, with a phone tucked between her chin a shoulder, a file in one hand, and a clipboard in the other, but her expression was calm.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Carrison, but this is a confidential matter. Your daughter doesn't wish that information to be released. Yes, yes, I know ma'am. I'm sorry, "and with a click, she replaced the phone. Looking up, she acknowledged Gateau's presence.
"Returning patient?"
"No."
"Fill this out, return it to the desk, and then take a seat. The doctor will see you shortly."
~*~
Marron sat as Gateau had left him, on the couch with his legs drawn up beside him. Opened in his lap was a large, leather bound book that looked as if had seen more than one reading. The spine was loose, the gold edging of the pages coming off, and the title fading, almost unreadable, /Beyond Good and Evil/.
/I'll be back in a bit. You'll be okay here?/
Of corse he would be fine. He wasn't incompetent, he had said as much. Relations had not been exactly friendly since the discussion in the mall. Marron sincerely thought Gateau would soon be fed up enough to leave him be.
/Where are you going?/
He probably shouldn't have asked. It wasn't polite, and wasn't any of his business where the older man went, and Gateau shouldn't think he cared.
/Nowhere important. I'll be back before dinner./
Closing the battered book, Marron pressed it tight against his chest. What was he doing here? Before, his time with Gateau had been so clear-cut. Somehow it had deepened in absence, changing into something more than it had been.
~*~
“Next week we have exams.”
“Yeah.”
“How do you think the Algebra one will be?”
“Hard. I hate these damn tests.”
A flock of tiny black birds flew over their heads, off to seek a warmer climate as fall began to turn to winter
"Why do you love me?" Marron turned to him as they sat on the dock, watching the boats come in at dusk.
"'Cause you're beautiful."
The answer should have upset him, being shallow as it was, but something about it was honest enough to satisfy. Perhaps there was more, perhaps not, but at least he wasn't being lied to. And Gateau /did/ love him.
A large arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him back into Gateau's lap. His hair was pushed aside and soft lips began to kiss his neck. Hands caressed his body, first his thighs and hips, and then his crotch, rubbing through the heavy corduroy.
“No,” he struggled out of the strong grasp.
“Car?”
“Gateau, I--” he was cut off by a deep kiss, his lips parted by Gateau’s searching tongue. Supported by a strong grip, he was tilted back onto the rough wood. The hot weight immobilized him, as the snap of his pants was undone and skilled fingers slipped inside. His briefs were pushed down and those playful fingers began to work their magic, bringing hidden desire to the surface, causing his back to arch up, pressing them even closer. He gasped against Gateau’s mouth, finally pushing him back.
“Not here,” he managed in a whisper, bright blush spreading across pale cheeks.
Relenting, Gateau stood and offered his hand to pull Marron up. They walked the short distance to the light blue car parked beneath the ancient oak trees but didn’t leave until the stars shone bright in the sky.
~tbc~
Notes: Okay, so only two or three people (who I deeply appreciate, mind you) are reading this...that’s okay...just gives me more freedom. In the rare case that you are an /actual/ reader, I apologize for the OOC and also for the jumping back and forth in time...oh, and beg you to review...please?