Javier walked up to Chéri, "Monsieur Chéri, are you ready?"
"Yes, Lenny's just coming." Chéri said as Lennon walked over, wearing a cap with his old heavy parka, flannel shirt and combats, pulling his old case behind him.
Chéri looked Lennon up and down and had a weird mental flashback as he recognised the image of the man he met at the very start, a very different man, when he wore a baseball cap and hid his new haircut.
"Hey, Cher." Lennon said as he walked up and kissed Chéri.
"Okay, let's go." Javier said.
Chéri walked ahead pulling his Union Jack case.
Javier opened the door for Chéri and Lennon and then got in.
"I bet you're looking forward to going home, Lennon." Javier said as he saw Chéri slowly shaking his head In the rearview mirror.
"I wish I wasn't going. America, and the ridiculous lifestyle there, is nothing I want to be part of. Tennessee is not my home anymore." Lennon paused as he looked back at the Bordello. "I miss it already. In fact, I wish you were going just to remind me of the Bordello."
"Aww Lennon, I'd love to go! I think a holiday with you two would be great fun!" Javier said.
"I wish I was staying." Lennon said, obviously feeling down.
"He's really sad about this." Chéri said.
"What about you?" Javier asked Chéri.
"I'm nervous and excited." Chéri answered.
Lennon looked behind them at the Bordello disappearing into the background.
"So Lenn. What are your plans as soon as you get home?" Javier asked.
"It's not my home." Lennon retorted.
"You know what I mean! What will you do when you land in Nashville?" Javier asked.
"Well, my uncle or brother is picking us up from the airport. Then back to my parents home. Where we'll be for two weeks. We'll have a hotel in town as a private crash pad, and I plan to spend some days doing business like emptying out my apartment, lose tons of stuff, cancel my lease, sell my car, redirect all my mail... stuff like that. Then I want to take Chéri around the local sights. Show him some fun stuff and enjoy the nightlife everywhere! All the fun stuff I never did because I didn't have a lover to do them with. " Lennon said as Chéri smiled at him.
"Sounds amazing! What car do you have over there?" Javier asked.
"A Toyota Tacoma. It's like a small pickup." Lennon answered.
"Ohh, I see! You know, I'm gonna miss you two." Javier said.
"Thanks, Hav. I'll miss you too." Lennon replied, "Oh yeah, and I want to know the moment ratatouille tries anything or pulls any stunts!" Lennon said.
"Oh, Mmm... He's my boss, Lennon." Javier said.
"So am I." Lennon replied.
Javier felt under stress from the pull of his two masters, who were diametrically opposed. "Chéri, you outrank Lennon and Marcel. If they gave me two opposing orders, who should I follow?"
"Me." Chéri answered, somewhat mysteriously.
"Bullshit. You listen to me, got it?!" Lennon said after turning to Javier.
Javier decided to stay silent as he noticed Chéri staring at Lennon and didn't want to be in the middle of one of their volatile domestics.
After a short while, Javier parked at the airport again and got out to open the door for Chéri.
"I hope you have a safe trip, monsieur Chéri."
"I will Hav."
"And pleeease..." Javier started as he turned to Lennon. "Keep Chéri out of trouble."
Lennon hugged Javier. "I will, Hav. I'll bring you something nice back. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Lenn." Javier said.
As they started to walk away pulling their cases, Lennon couldn't help looking back at Javier. It was like leaving the Bordello all over again.
"Let's go check in Honeypops." Chéri said, getting out his Spanish passport.
Lennon got his American passport out as he got his phone app up with the boarding passes.
"Oh, mmm, Mom didn't want me to say anything but, she's given a little gift for the trip and she told me to give it to you." Chéri said as they waited in the check-in queue.
"What?" Lennon asked.
Chéri handed Lennon a stack of money. Nine thousand, five hundred American dollars in cash. "She said you have to declare ten grand or more. She knew you wouldn't accept it off her, but it's a gift for you. She also intends you to give two thousand to your parents as a gift."
"She really shouldn't have! I mean, it's so sweet of her, but.." Lennon started but trailed off to just sighs and clicking sounds.
"She means well, and she knows you don't have much money!" Chéri said.
"How am I supposed to explain giving my parents two thousand dollars?" Lennon asked.
"Just tell them it's some rebate or bonus from work." Chéri suggested.
"I wish I had known sooner. I would have hugged her again for her kindness. However, I know exactly what they're going to spend it on."
"Oh what?! A holiday? A swimming pool?" Chéri asked excitedly.
"Nah. Papa's medications." Lennon said sadly.
They were distracted by reaching the front to weigh and hand in their luggage.
After they left the check-in desk, Chéri held Lennon's hand. "Just... how bad is your dad?"
Lennon held Chéri's hand as they walked towards customs. "Well, he's recovering from Lung cancer so he gets breathless now, and is hooked up to an air tank a lot of the time. My pa is such a funny guy. He makes fun of his situation and I know momma loves him crazy, so he's in good hands."
"Wow. My dad's just a conman and a dosser." Chéri said.
"Who, Sheridan? Though I don't know his last name." Lennon asked.
"How do you know my dad's first name?" Chéri asked, surprised.
"I asked you once and you told me. I gotta good memory and I memorise everything about you darlin'." Lennon said.
"Like you memorised my whole name after I said it only once. Yea stalker." Chéri said.
"Yes, and err, yes." Lennon said.
"I remember you said your mom was French, but you never told me her name. I know your dad has a weird name." Chéri said.
"My momma's names Monique, my Papa's names Merrick." Lennon said.
"Are they married?" Chéri asked.
Lennon looked shocked. "Of course! When they were young, they got married as soon as Momma got a divorce from that old French guy she was married to in Montreal. Paa said I was on the way anyway, so they wanted to do the right thing."
"That's sweet. I'm glad they met, or I'd never have you." Chéri said as they had their passports scanned and stood for the camera to ID them.
Lennon turned to Chéri. "Well, I'm glad your parents co-operated long enough to have you, honey." Lennon said before he reached over to kiss Chéri. "But, why do you say your father is a conman?"
"Because he'll do anything to turn a quid here or there. He would nick arsewipe from the publics, crawl through skips, and he also looks so unkempt." Chéri said.
"Well, you used to say the same thing about me!" Lennon said.
"Yeah but now... Yeah, it was that little patch of hair under your bottom lip, and sometimes when you don't shave properly under your chin. Why? Don't know, but it does suit you."
"Actually darlin'. I never even seen you with stubble. How come?" Lennon asked.
"Because it's gross! Also, I guess I don't produce enough Testosterone to grow facial hair, and I have unwanted hair lasered." Chéri said.
"I couldn't even imagine you with facial hair." Lennon said.
"Good! I like my Feminine beauty to shine through." Chéri said.
Lennon looked down. "Well, It won't be shining through these next two weeks. Don't get me wrong, I love you regardless of what you're wearing, but I rather you just be naked than wear that getup." Lennon said as he pointed to Chéri's skateboarder jeans and hoodie.
"Well, you in a black Basque, black holdups and a pleated schoolgirl skirt that barely covered your arse didn't exactly fill me with desire." Chéri said.
Lennon smiled and leant towards Chéri's ear. Being careful not to be heard by other people who were sat waiting. "Really? What would fill you with desire then?"
Chéri giggled and turned to whisper in Lennon's ear. "You in Black plastic, or camouflage. Does it for me every time. I know what I'd wear to get you all hot and bothered! Something lacy or satiny in a pale pink or deep red. Suspender belts and heels."
"You're puttin' ideas in my head." Lennon said as he discreetly took Chéri's hand and placed it in his lap, where there was a sudden firmness stretching the material of his trousers.
"Oh, Lenny! The slightest thing gets you like this!" Chéri said.
"Nah you made me think about that little number you were wearing the other night." Lennon said.
"Ohh, the over the knee socks with the big bows on the back and a short silk nightie." Chéri recalled.
"Yes. That was soo sexy. I couldn't believe it!" Lennon said.
"The weird thing was that, it wasn't meant to be! I was surprised when I got grabbed so quickly by you! Lenny, I can tell when you're really, really turned on." Chéri said.
"Ohh? How?" Lennon asked.
Chéri leant over to Lennon's ear. "Because foreplay lasts five seconds instead of the usual half-hour of you messing around with my clothes. You just turn me on my front with my butt in the air, and go from zero to fifty. Then hit against me till you bust and then hose me down in an obscene amount of cum." Chéri said.
Lennon smiled slightly embarrassed. Then leant over to speak quietly in Chéri's ear. "Nah I don't hose you down! I normally cum inside you anyway, because I'm crap at pulling out just when I want most to be in."
"Well Lenny, when you do pull out, you shoot like... nine or ten bursts all over the fucking shop. Why do you think so much is always running out of my arse!" Chéri said.
"Which is a nice sight. Cause it's a job well done." Lennon said smiling.
"Yeah. Though you have to lick it out. You make the mess, you fuckin' clean it up!" Chéri said.
"No complaints there, but I'd prefer licking up your cum than my own." Lennon said.
"I'll cum on your face and then wipe it onto my finger and watch you lick it up." Chéri said, accidentally a bit loud, resulting in a disgusted old woman giving him a dirty look then moving to another seat.
"Oh? And when's that goin' down? Cause it sounds good to me! I love it when you cum on me. I love it best when you cum in me though... which is like, rare." Lennon said quietly.
"No, it's not! You make out like I never fuck you! I do! I did like, last week!" Chéri protested.
"That was over a month ago." Lennon said.
"No, it wasn't." Chéri answered, smiling when he realised how long ago it was.
"I love you Chéri," Lennon said as he smiled, "even though you're tight with the old in-out."
"Okay, okay. Hint taken! I'll see what I can do when we're alone. Sometimes I just can't do it because you're so tight." Chéri said as they heard the call out to boarding.
Lennon looked up. "Ahh well, guess we really gotta fly now." he said as he took Chéri's hand and joined the queue waiting to leave the lounge, and walk onto the tarmac to board the plane.
Chéri looked up and smiled widely, showing off the metalwork braces on his teeth. "I bet you never imagined flying home three months later like this, honey."
"Nah, never. But this trip to England and then the sudden detour to Spain was all worth it, to meet and stay with you." Lennon said as he held Chéri close.
"When you stopped to pick me up, I never knew I'd be bringing you to my mothers home, or ever imagined flying to America to meet your parents. But, I never imagined I'd fall in love." Chéri said.
Lennon put his arm around Chéri as they walked up the stairs to board the massive aeroplane.
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