Chéri was awoken by the sound of the storm outside and from the wind from the ocean making the balcony door tap the frame.
He sat up to see Lennon, sprawled out on the bed bathed in moonlight, sleeping on his stomach and making slow, deep breathing sounds. Their duvet had fallen off the bed at some point leaving only the flat sheet.
Chéri slid the sheet off Lennon and looked at his naked, inked body as he slept.
Even though Lennon needed a lot of sleep and was a very deep sleeper, Chéri would love to run his finger down his back just to hear a change in his breathing.
Chéri moved one of Lennon's long legs to spread his thighs apart, which made Lennon sigh in his sleep and roll onto his back, as he pulled the flat sheet up to his chest.
Chéri pulled the sheet down again and stared at the calligraphy of the tattoo of his name in a large ark just above his stomach, surrounded by cherry blossoms that ran down Lennon's side.
Chéri could tell how much Lennon loved him just from the formulation of this tattoo. He knew he had that done in England and talked about having the same artist that did Chéri's full-body cherry blossoms and roses do the same design all the way down Lennon's body.
Unlike Chéri, who was covered in colourful pastel blooms, Lennon's tattoos were almost all black and grey. Very soon, Lennon was going to be covered completely down one side in a dusty pink cherry blossom.
Chéri decided to get some ink in honour of Lennon tomorrow when they went out.
He saw Lennon's smartphone pulse and light up receiving a message. He picked it up and saw that the front of the phone was completely smashed. He touched it to look at the phone and the lock screen came up, which to Chéri's surprise was a woman in an old fashioned high-waisted bikini.
Chéri tried his birthday, then Lennon's, but it did not unlock, and the security over-ride kept throwing up a box asking for five digits. He put it back on the table, then pulled the flat sheet further down to uncover Lennon completely.
Chéri gently reached down and found Lennon was semi-hard as usual and held it gently before leaning down to lick along its length before he sucked on it.
He enjoyed this elicit and uninterrupted pleasure where he could go as slow or fast or as deep or shallow as he liked while watching and feeling it engorge to its full potential and size, as he held it with both hands as he sucked.
He glanced up to see Lennon completely out, with only small twitches across his face which Chéri felt must be a subconscious pleasure response.
The only thing he had to be mindful for, was not to bring about an orgasm as he was worried he may trigger that sharp discomfort in Lennon's head and eye, which caused him so much pain and that seemed to strike randomly.
Chéri would stop sucking on him as soon as he started to taste pre-cum or if Lennon started to stir too much or show signs of awakening. But this just kept Chéri's sudden lusts at bay for the time being. The fact that Lennon was asleep and unresponsive just gave the whole thing that sneaky feel.
Chéri sat upon his knees and started to pleasure himself quickly as he looked down at Lennon's naked body, to finish himself off.
He usually made a lot of noise when he came but he managed to suppress a lot of it to maintain the secrecy. He came all over Lennon's chest and one side of his face.
Now that Chéri had cum he felt that he could finally sleep and sleep did come eventually.
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Chéri awoke to hear the radio on and a delicious smell in the air.
Pulling his hair back, he got out of bed and pulled Lennon's large football shirt on. Walking into the kitchen area of their apartment he found Lennon, only wearing his Calvin Kleins and standing in front of the gas cooker holding a pan and pouring some mix into it.
"Lenny, what are you doing?" Chéri asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Making you breakfast." Lennon said as he tipped the pan and put a pancake on a plate before pouring maple syrup on it, "I raided the kitchen for some flour, maple syrup and stuff and made René very happy, and now...you get these. Oh, by the way, these are guilt-free."
"Why are these guilt-free?" Chéri asked.
"Firstly, cos I said they are. Secondly, because I sprayed the pan with skinny spray oil." Lennon said.
"Wow... so, healthy-ish?" Chéri said.
"Chéri, do I look like a guy that eats shit? Except for the fried chicken buckets that everyone seems to know, and go on, about..."
Chéri smiled at him as he picked up his fork and got stuck in. "Mmm... Really good, and very different from the French crepes René makes."
"Well, only I have the secret ingredient..." Lennon said as he poured more mix in the pan.
Chéri looked up, "You came in the mixture?"
Lennon turned to him slowly, "What?! NO! The ingredient is love, Chéri... and icing sugar."
Chéri giggled as he finished his, "I'll have another if it's going."
"Sure is! Here! Watch this, It worked earlier..." he said, as he turned to Chéri holding the pan while getting into a balancing position. Lennon flipped the pan making the pancake inside fly out and stick to the wall behind him. He turned around to see where it went, "Whoa... plot twist!"
Chéri was in fits of laughter as Lennon poured more mix into the pan.
"Second times the charm, darlin'." Lennon said as he tilted the pan this way and that way, as the pancake cooked, "You gonna keep all my hard work down?"
"I swear." Chéri said, "I didn't know you cooked."
"Ahhh well. I still have some secrets. I love cooking, cleaning, ironing... I'm a real housewife at heart." Lennon said.
Chéri laughed, "I could certainly do with a housewife."
"Cher, where are you with the whole proposal thing. Would you wanna do it?" Lennon asked casually.
Chéri looked up at Lennon and grinned, "What are you saying, Lenny?"
Lennon laughed as he tipped another pancake onto the plate, "I'm just sayin' that if you wanna be the one doin' the proposin' then I want you on one knee, the whole nine yards." Lennon said, making it sound like a joke.
"Oh, I can't be arsed with all that." Chéri said.
Lennon raised his eyebrows casually as he looked down at the pan, "So, you don't ever want to get married?"
"Never really thought about it. I'm too young to wrap myself up into marital chains." Chéri said before he tilted his head and smiled.
"But, Would you want to be proposed to?" Lennon asked.
"Yeah. As you said, on bended knee." Chéri answered.
"Hmm, I see..."
"Lenny, erm, are you fishing to ask me?"
Lennon laughed nonchalantly, "Naah." he said before he kissed Chéri on the top of his head, and walked to the table with his plate.
"Soo, you don't want to know if I'd say yes or not?" Chéri asked.
Lennon stopped eating, and looked up at Chéri, "Yes I would."
Chéri looked down at his plate and smiled. After a pause that seemed like an eternity to Lennon, he looked back up. "I'd say yes."
Lennon smiled widely. "You know Chéri, life is sorta... filled with ups and downs. We'll argue, we'll fight and shout at each other. But, wouldn't you rather throw your cards in with me than anyone else? I mean, there's a lot worse out there than me."
"Lenny, you're the best man I've ever met. I don't want to think about what-ifs, I'll keep you and see what happens."
"I'm the best man you've ever met?"
"Yes! What do you want me to do?/kiss your arse." Chéri said, smiling.
"If you insist. Though you've done that already, on numerous occasions/and I love it."
Chéri poked his tongue out at Lennon and continued eating.
"Yeah, I love that too. I have a thing for being eaten out and returning the favour. I'll toss your salad like there ain't no tomorrow." Lennon mentioned.
"Yeah, I noticed the oral fixation you have, Lenny AKA dicksucking champion."
Lennon smiled back, "Olympic standard, oscar-winning dicksucking champion, thank you very much."
"You're welcome, but I suck a pretty good dick myself." Chéri said.
"Oh yes, you do. Definitely, oscar-nominated." Lennon said with a grin.
"God Lenny, you're such a pervert."
Lennon casually saluted Chéri, "Well, I'm going to town for a haircut and colour." Lennon added.
"Oh? What colour are you going for?" Chéri asked.
"Bright gold blonde with platinum highlights." Lennon said.
"Just don't go to town on the peroxide Lenny, there's a dickhead around here with a whole headful of peroxide platinum blond. He's gone fucking overboard and has bad root regrowth because his hair is naturally fucking black."
"From black to white blond? Wow, that's a jump! Nah I'm not going overboard. I want brighter blond and platinum highlights." Lennon said.
"Wow. I can't wait! I want to recolour mine too." Chéri said excitedly.
"What are you going to have done?" Lennon asked.
"I think I'll go blonde too, grey blonde."
"Dayum. You're gonna look hot. I've never seen you with silver hair. That hot body of yours, and a crown of grey blonde hair.. does things to me just trying to imagine it." Lennon said.
"Well, soon you won't have to imagine it. I'll be grey blonde."
Lennon got up, having wolfed down his, and took his plate back to the side.
"So when do you start this job of yours?" Chéri asked.
"Tomorrow!" Lennon said.
"And what do you do?" Chéri asked.
"Protect the girls."
"But Lenny.... you don't kick arse...?" Chéri said, unable to imagine Lennon violent in any way.
"I know! I'm sure I'll be a visual deterrent though." Lennon said.
"You don't have a violent bone in your body and are a big softy! How are you supposed to protect them? All security teams I know enjoy beating people...well, except one Spanish guy. They all have different reasons, but they all enjoy it. You have no reason to."
"But, the thugs don't know that. Anyway, it's just a job I'm doing as I pass through here that will probably last all of five seconds." Lennon said as he went to get some clothes.
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