"Chéri, what's the deal with all the wires in the sides of your mouth. When do they come out?" Lennon asked.
"When this part of the straightening process is done. Though I'll have to find another dental surgeon to do it." Chéri mused.
"Why's that?"
"Because one of my exe's was a dental surgeon. You wanna know what he once told me?" Chéri said.
"What?"
"He said.. he should wire my pretty mouth shut." Cheri said as he played with his hair.
Lennon looked back shocked. "But, why would he say something like that? Don't you think that's a bit crazy?"
"He was crazy! He turned into a total psycho. I wanted shot of him as he had an ugly temper. What would you say your temperament was?" Chéri said.
Lennon looked a little shocked as he replied, "Pretty calm, I don't really get riled up about anything. I am always told I'm too quiet. I guess I'm not big on shows of emotion. I don't fight, I'm never violent...ever. I nearly never curse and I don't raise my voice. Sooo, I'm nothing like your ex, Chéri. Though didn't you notice he was insane when you met him?"
"Nah not at first. He got crazier as time went on. He was so jealous and possessive of me. I felt strangled by it. He was also hyper-aggressive. I seem to only be attracted to arseholes."
"Well, I hope that ain't the case. Chéri...? Didja give him any reason to worry? I only ask cause... I've been cheated on and, at first it's just a suspicion, then an intrusive thought, then a preoccupation. It's all just hurt. In the end, we just went our separate ways. I felt that it was better to just cut my losses. I'm not going to get crazy or fight over anything. Too much stress and I like calm."
Chéri sighed, "You got off lightly then. It's a living hell to realise you can't live without someone who's pushed all your buttons and won't ever love you again. Especially if they were a once in a lifetime love." Chéri said in a somewhat pensive way.
"Pushing buttons is never good because you can't predict how they're gonna react. Do you think that actually happens in real life? Once in a lifetime love?" Lennon asked.
"Have you ever been in love, Lenny?" Chéri asked.
"Yeah, pretty sure I was... once." Lennon answered.
"Pretty sure?" Chéri asked.
"Chéri, you strike me as very smart and well educated. Why would you want to get involved with crazy or dangerous people?" Lennon asked.
"Well, that's life ain't it? Sometimes people are thrown together, sometimes it's planned and sometimes it's fate. But you exude calm, I couldn't imagine what it would take to get you heated, in any way." Chéri added.
"Nah, don't get me wrong, I get hacked off about stuff sometimes as anyone else would, but it's a waste of energy. I'd just rather avoid confrontation. As for violence... It never solves anything." Lennon said.
"But if you're so laid back? Do you ever take a stand, or go after something you want?" Chéri asked as he reached in his rucksack to get his cherry lip balm.
"Sure. I mean... I'm very determined. When I set my mind on something... I do everything within my power to realise it." Lennon shrugged.
"You're not big on answers, Lenny."
"I didn't know I was being questioned." Lennon laughed as he answered.
Chéri was still applying balm on his lips and smoothing it over with his finger, "You strike me as a very quiet person, very private."
"Yes, that's true. I'm quite Introvert. But, very determined. " Lennon said, as he held out his open hands on the table and smiled warmly.
Chéri placed his hands on top, and looked up, smiling as if butter wouldn't melt. "So, are you glad I text you that great picture of us?"
"Yes, I'm very grateful you did that and I love the picture. Chéri, You know... I find you so attractive, so very, very attractive. I can't believe you're single." Lennon said.
"Shit happens." Chéri said.
"Yeah it does, and for once, not to me." Lennon said smiling as he gazed back at Chéri. "I feel so lucky I could cry."
Chéri leant to the side and pretended to speak to an invisible person next to him and whispered, "I think he likes me... our little plan is working!"
"Ya think?!" Lennon answered comically, "I just have to learn not to get so shocked about the things you say."
"Okay, since that's established. The big question must be asked." Chéri started.
Lennon smiled and covered his face with his hands, then ran his hands up through his hair in anticipation of whatever crazy thing Chéri was going to drop.
Chéri grinned, "So, do you top, or what..?"
Lennon looked a little flushed at the direct question. "Ohh, Chéri! I knew that was coming cause you're so forward." Lennon said quietly, looking away.
"Well? Answer then! How will we know we're sexually compatible?" Chéri asked comically.
"Whoa, Whoa! You're talking about sexual compatibility?!" Lennon asked quietly, as he smiled nervously.
"Yes! I've decided it'll happen if you want it to, so answer!" Chéri said, before giggling.
"I'm not really bothered about it all. In my last relationship, I guess I ended up top. I don't know if that was the case because of the type that I'm attracted to or because they expected it of me. So, I guess I'm a service top, You?"
Cheri grinned, "Do you really need to ask?" he said, tilting his head. "I've topped but, It's not what I like."
Lennon leant towards Chéri, "So.. what do you like?" he asked quietly, as he sipped his coffee, and tried to look innocent in front of the people, sat at tables around them.
"Being smashed and having a gaping hole." Chéri answered Innocently as Lennon choked and spat out his coffee, making the few people in the cafeteria turn and look.
Lennon said quietly. "What the... Chéri!" Lennon started, but then paused before giggling, "I don't know. This has to be the most awkward conversation I've ever had. But, I've never had a complaint in my not so illustrious history of relationships." Lennon answered.
"Why is it awkward? It's the most normal conversation to establish compatibility. Which is fuckin' necessary on the scene in Paris as they're all at it, and it's hard to tell what they prefer from looking at them, especially when they dress like fucking gays."
"How you can be so open about all this blows my mind. You're incredible." Lennon said.
Chéri grabbed his rucksack and stood up, "Follow me, Lenny." he said before he ruffled Lennon's hair and walked towards the door and out of the cafe.
Lennon quickly followed. He stepped out into the cold, raining forecourt and saw Chéri walking around the cafeteria to behind the building.
"Over here! And watch the slippery pavement." Chéri said, just above a whisper, as he stood in the rain lit only by the moonlight.
"Luring me round to the bike shed, huh?" Lennon responded in a similar, quiet tone.
"That's so very true." Chéri answered as he dropped his rucksack in a puddle next to him and slid his hands up Lennon's arms until he threw them around his neck.
Lennon felt a warm rush of excitement as he enjoyed Chéri's embrace while he slowly slid his arms around Chéri's waist and was surprised to feel how thin he actually was.
Chéri looked up at Lennon, seducing him with his bright green eyes.
"Oh, my God." Lennon said softly before he leant down, and closed his eyes to find Chéri's very eager lips.
They shared a soft kiss at first as he started to touch and caress Chéri's face with his free hand, while the other was still around Chéri's waist, holding him tightly close.
The warmth of Chéri's mouth, the soft taste of black cherry, the small metallic clinks when his tongue piercing would hit his teeth, and the way Chéri explored his mouth with his tongue had a mesmerising effect on Lennon. He felt the small wires either side of Chéri's mouth, attached from his upper teeth to his lower, and it was a whole new experience.
Their kiss became more passionate as Lennon's heart skipped a beat as he held onto Chéri's small body, tightly, as they kissed in the rain. Their kiss became more intense, and Chéri let out a soft moan as he entwined his fingers in Lennon's hair while they devoured each other in the rain, which was now louder, and heavier.
Lennon tried to calm his growing passion as Chéri became limp in his arms, as he felt him start to kiss and suck on his bottom lip. Never had Lennon felt a spark of electricity like he did now with Chéri.
Lennon's kiss was so insistent that he didn't want Chéri to pull away or even come up for air. He loved the taste of Chéri, and the soft watery sounds they made as they shared their lips for the first time.
Lennon felt Chéri's little hands feel him around his waist, then he felt the hand fall further down to his inner thigh, then finally cupping him between the legs. He almost felt drunk from Chéri's touch and knew that his body's senses had run away like wild horses, and he was hugely aroused.
This felt right and as if a dormant need was finally being fulfilled. There were a lot of things Lennon didn't understand about Chéri, but he knew that wherever this was going, he wanted to follow.
Chéri continued to stroke him over his clothes, then slowly pulled away suddenly from Lennon and giggled slightly.
Lennon leant back down to kiss him again but Chéri placed his hand up and covered his mouth. "I'm cold Lenny, and all wet."
Lennon pulled off his heavy parka and put it around Chéri as the rain quickly started to soak his flannel shirt.
"This is a heavy coat, but at least it's dry." Chéri said.
"So do you have a change of clothes Chéri?" he asked as he did up the front of his coat on Chéri.
"Yeah, but they're wet too." Chéri said he pointed to his backpack in the puddle. "Maybe I could warm up in the truck?"
"Nah, you need a hot bath and a decent place to sleep. I'll get you a room in the motel." Lennon said.
"What about you?" Chéri asked.
"I'll be right outside, in the cab in the truck." Lennon answered.
"But, I'll feel guilty. Anyway, I thought you wanted to... be close to me." Chéri asked.
"I'm in no hurry, and I'm kinda hoping they'll be lots of time for that." Lennon said.
"Can you at least come in with me and help me get this thing off." Chéri added as he pulled at the parka.
"Yeah, okay." Lennon said as he picked up Chéri's backpack and they walked towards the motel.
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They stepped into the basic room and Chéri threw himself backwards onto the bed. Lennon started to undo the front of Chéri's soaking backpack to retrieve his clothes and hang them on the radiator.
"Don't touch that!" Chéri said, sitting bolt upright from the bed.
"Sorry, I thought your clothes were in here...?" Lennon said.
"I mean, my glass water bottle broke so there are bits of broken glass in here... see?" Chéri said as he pulled out and held up a long shard of broken glass. "Can you help get this coat off?"
"Sure, Chéri." Lennon answered as he started to slowly undo the front of the parka while Chéri sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs as he smiled at him.
Slowly, Lennon pulled the buttons through the buttonholes, undressing Chéri slowly. Chéri moved aside the wet hair that was stuck to his face as he crossed his arms in front of him and pulled the wet, loose sweater off. Lennon stared at Chéri a moment as his eyes fell down to Chéri's thin, wet chest, before he managed to pull himself away to go and get a towel. Chéri could see Lennon had gone to get a towel for his hair but was still watching him.
"Lenny...?"
"Yes?"
"I want you." Chéri said in a soft, sultry voice.
Lennon froze, as he walked back into the room and stared back at Chéri who was soaking wet, yet beautiful and needy.
"What's wrong Lenny?!"
"Nothing... Just."
"Just what?" Chéri asked.
"Meeting you, randomly. It's almost as if God asked me exactly what I would want in someone, and then made you. Even soaking wet, with metal all around your mouth, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. This is almost too good to be true. My restraint is usually so strong... how it fails me now." Lennon said, trying to quell his internal struggle. He felt a strong need to possess this beautiful creature, yet not act inappropriately or too rash, and give everything away too soon.
"So, what if our meeting wasn't God's work...?" Chéri asked.
"Then I'm still grateful to whoever. I won't ask any questions even though you're too good to be true." Lennon said as he looked at Chéri.
Chéri lay down on the bed, "Soo, do you want to fuck me or stand there admiring me?"
Lennon smiled and looked away, "Don't talk like that." he breathed, then looked away embarrassed.
"Talk like what? Even If you're not into the whole penetration thing then at least let me suck your cock. Don't be put off by the metal, I'll blow you like you've never been blown before. I fuckin' swear to God."
Lennon looked lost for words, "It's just that, I don't want you to think this is a one night stand thing. I'm not very promiscuous and I don't want to rush things and jinx it." Lennon said.
"For fucks sake Lenny, chill out. Have some fun. We fancy each other, so what's the holdup?"
Lennon sat next to Chéri. "Listen, what happens when we get to Birmingham?"
Chéri blinked a few times as he absorbed the question, "Well, I have a plane ticket to buy."
"Are you going back to Spain for good?"
Chéri sat up on his forearms, 'Lenny, using your logic you could lose either way. If we sleep together and you never saw me again, then at least you fucked the man of your dreams. If we don't sleep together, and you never saw me again, then you would have never slept with the man of your dreams. It's better to have loved and lost, Lenny."
"Please understand, I want a chance with you, to see where things go." Lennon said weakly while trying to speak his heart. He gently placed his hand on Chéri's chest, as if he were touching something heavenly. "I want to get to know you, Chéri. "
"Then sleep with me. You'll learn a lot about me." Chéri whispered as he slowly started to remove his top.
Next Chapter: That Deadly Kiss