Listening To Your Heart Part One
“What the hell, Klaus, slow down,” Francois called out. He and Magnus were almost running, trying to catch up.
Klaus didn’t answer. His boots clacking on the cobblestone pavement, he turned a corner onto a street that led to the main part of the business district. Oil lamps, with colored glass covers lit the sides of buildings where merchants were still open. Despite the chilly night air, there were still a lot of people out. But Klaus paid no attention to them, even when he drew sideways glances and strange looks as he hurried past them. He was a man with a purpose, checking each sign as he went by. At last, he found one, The Stony Road Tavern. He stopped at the door and waited for Magnus and Francois to catch up.
“Shit, I didn’t think you were ever going to stop,” Francois complained, nearly out of breath.
“Klaus, tell me what’s wrong,” Magnus pleaded. He was worried that Klaus was pissed at him for dancing with Francois, but he didn’t want to ask that question.
“I’ll tell you inside. First I want a drink.” He held the door open for Magnus and Francois and then followed after them, letting the door slam shut.
The tavern was full of festival partygoers, so they squeezed their way between people until they found a table by the bar. Magnus ordered a glass of wine, Francois ordered a double shot of whiskey, and Klaus ordered a whole bottle of rum.
“Ok, so what happened?” Magnus asked, watching Klaus down two shots in a row. Looking at the way Klaus scrunched his brows together and twisted his mouth to the side of his face, it was obvious he was both pissed and disgusted.
Klaus leaned his elbow on the table with his fist against his forehead, and told them about the big, blonde woman, and how he couldn’t breathe because he was crushed into her boobs. By the time he got to the part about his hat Francois was roaring with laughter.
“Why didn’t you just push her away and tell her, ‘no’?” Francois asked, unable to stop laughing.
“That woman was built like a fucking mountain, and her arms were locked around me like fucking iron chains,” Klaus snarled. “I’d have to kill the bitch to get away and believe me I wanted to.”
“Shit, Klaus, that’s the funniest story I’ve heard in a long time,” Francois said, shaking his head and still chuckling. “Thanks for the entertainment.”
“Fuck you, you prick,” Klaus snarled back, and downed another shot.
Magnus held his hand over his mouth as he stifled the impulse to laugh. He wished Klaus could see the humor in what happened, but he knew that was impossible. Where his pride was concerned, Klaus could be as stubborn as a barn full of mules, especially when it came to his clothes. Magnus didn’t want to add insult to injury by laughing, so he straightened his face and took Klaus’s hand in both of his.
“I’m sorry about your hat, Klaus,” Magnus began. “We’ll go together tomorrow and pick out a new one, an even better one… alright?” Magnus squeezed his hand.
“Sure,” was all Klaus said.
With one hand still holding Klaus’s hand, Magnus used his other hand to lightly rub up and down Klaus’s arm. The gesture seemed to relax Klaus a bit and he gave Magnus a thin smile. Klaus drank two more shots then abruptly stood up.
“Come on,” Klaus nodded towards the door. “I know a quieter place I think you’ll like better than this one. I used to go there years ago. The owner was a nice guy, so I hope he’s still there.”
Francois and Magnus followed Klaus down the street, this time at a normal pace. At the end of the block they turned the corner, and there, tucked away between a tailor’s shop and a hostel, was a brightly lit sign, The Velvet Back Door.
Klaus found them a table, they ordered the same drinks as the last place, then Klaus sat back in his chair completely relaxed. He had asked for some matches when they ordered their drinks. So, now he took a cigar from inside his coat, lit it and smiled contentedly while he watched Magnus and Francois look the place over.
This first thing Magnus noticed was the atmosphere. There were no ruckus partygoers here or loud music. Everyone here was relaxed and pleasant. It felt like he was walking into a room full of friends. In the background, Magnus could hear a violin and flute playing a soft, lilting melody that sounded very romantic to him. With candles and flowers on the tables, and the lighting from the oil lamps subdued with amber colored glass, the whole room felt romantic. But what struck him the most was the fainting couches, with red velvet upholstery and cushions. They were all along the walls and occupied by male couples lounging together. Some couples were even openly kissing. Behind the bar was a mirror, and above the mirror a long painting of male couples engaged in various erotic positions. Magnus found it hard to look away from the painting, even though it made him blush.
“Well, what do you think, Magnus?” Klaus asked after several minutes.
“I don’t really know,” Magnus shook his head. “I mean those guys over there are kissing and those guys over there are playing darts. What is this place?”
“It’s a tavern and a lounge for men,” Francois grinned. “I’ve been to places like this before. You can bring your partner or find a partner for the night.”
“It’s all about man-love, Magnus,” Klaus winked his one eye. “You can be yourself here, and there’s no women.”
“Oh, well that explains the painting,” Magnus blushed and sipped his wine.
“Shit, I haven’t played darts in ages,” Francois said, getting up from his seat. “I’ll challenge you both to a game, even though Klaus will win. He’s the best thrower, but we can still give him a run for his money. My aim is every bit as good as his.”
They played several games and Klaus did win them all, which seemed to irk Francois because he was truly trying to beat him. But Magnus didn’t care at all, he was just having fun. What he did care about was seeing Klaus’s mood improve. Winning every game was doing wonders for Klaus’s badly bruised ego, so that he was laughing and teasing the others about their bad aim. After playing for a while, Francois excused himself to go use the privy.
Klaus saw an unoccupied couch and took Magnus by the hand. “Come sit with me, babe,” he said and led Magnus to the side of the room. As soon as they sat down Klaus wrapped his arms around Magnus and drew him close.
Magnus loved the warm, secure feeling of Klaus’s arms around him. He unbuttoned his coat and scooted down so he could lay his head on Klaus’s shoulder. Klaus lifted Magnus’s chin, then gently brushed his fingers across his lips. Magnus licked Klaus’s finger, looking up with a seductive smile. Klaus responded, licking Magnus lips, then pressing their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. They sat holding each other, enjoying the closeness and listening to the music.
Francois straightened his coat and leaned against the bar, waiting to be helped. He decided he’d get another double shot before joining Magnus and Klaus, who he wasn’t able to see from here since he was at the opposite end of the tavern.
He heard voices, then someone’s laughter that immediately caught his attention. The carefree sound of that laugh was embedded in his memory. Could it be…? No, that’s impossible.
“Business is good with the festival going on,” came one of the voices. “I appreciate you staying later, Sam, so we can stay open longer.”
“Of course, Stefan. Anything to help,” from the other voice.
The instant Francois heard the name, Stefan, he stood up straight and jerked his head around. He froze, eyes wide and holding his breath, as he stared at the face in front of him. The face from his past. The face of the only man he had ever loved.
“Francois?” Stefan gasped in disbelief. “It’s really you!”
Sam gave Stefan a knowing grin and quickly walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
Finally taking a breath, Francois cleared his throat. “Yeah… I, um…” He was at a loss for words. Nothing came out of his mouth. All he could do was stare at the man who was almost as tall as him. The man with the slender body and the silky, blonde hair, hanging in waves to his shoulders and pinned back behind his right ear, showing the diamond post in his pierced lobe. He looked into Stefan’s beautiful golden-brown eyes, then to his full, pink lips and his heart started racing.
“What brings you here, all the way from Dresden?” Stefan asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“I’m, uh, traveling with some friends,” Francois managed to choke out the words.
“Oh, well then, you must be with someone special,” Stefan looked away to hide his disappointment.
“No!” Francois blurted out, then ran a sweaty hand through his hair. “It’s Klaus, and a guy named Magnus.”
“Klaus, of course. You have history with him.” Sadness crept into his voice, and he sighed. “Well, no matter. It’s good to see you looking so well,” he said, regaining his composure.
“Stefan, you’ve got it all wrong,” Francois’s voice came out like begging. “Magnus is Klaus’s boyfriend. There’s nothing going on. I’m just along for the ride, for something to do.”
“I’m sorry,” Stefan smiled weakly. “I have a bad habit of assuming. It gets me into trouble.” He fixed his gaze on Francois, searching for something from the man he let walk out of his life. A decision he has regretted every day since. He had assumed Francois was cheating on him two years ago. It was the cause of their terrible fight and ultimate break-up. He was not going to make that mistake again.
“So, why are you here?’ Francois asked to change the subject. Being reminded of their break-up was just too painful and he didn’t want to dwell on it.
“I needed a change,” Stefan said, hesitantly. “I moved here and bought this place from an old gentleman that wanted to retire.” Then, seeing a chance he said, “Why don’t you stay for a while, and we can talk in my office.”
Francois’s heart skipped a beat when thought of being alone with Stefan. “I’d like that,” He smiled, seeing Stefan’s golden eyes light up at his answer. “Let me go tell the guys I’ll see them later. I’ll be right back.”
Magnus thought Francois looked nervous as he explained about meeting an old friend and wanting to stay for a while to talk. But when Francois walked away there was a definite spring in his step. It left Magnus wondering why Francois didn’t bring this special friend over to meet them. He and Klaus ended up leaving the tavern and going back to their hotel where a chocolate cake was waiting for Magnus, in their room.
Francois returned to find Stefan waiting at the end of the bar. As soon as Stefan saw Francois his face lit up in a smile that crinkled the corners of his golden eyes with pure joy. His mouth went dry, and his palms were sweating as he followed Stefan into his office and watched him close the door, shutting out the world. He was alone with Stefan, by some crazy twist of fate, and the usually cool, charming Francois was reduced to schoolboy nerves.
“Stefan,” Francois began, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I just want to say how sorry I am. I…" Suddenly, Stefan was right in front of him.
“Shhh…” Stefan hushed him, pressing his index finger to Francois’s lips. “There’s no need for that anymore.”
Stefan’s touch sent a jolt through Francois’s body, prickling his skin and raising goosebumps. He had to ask one question before he dared to act on the feelings exploding inside of him.
“You look as beautiful as ever,” Francois said softly. Is there someone special in your life now?”
“Of course, there is,” Stefan replied as if it should be obvious.
“I see,” Francois let out a sigh, his shoulders visibly sagging. “I wish you all the best. You deserve to be happy.”
“I will be happy, if my special someone would just open his
eyes and see how much I’ve missed him,” Stefan smiled shyly.
“Stefan?” Francois said, his voice sounding dry and hoarse. “What are you saying?”
“It’s you, you big idiot,” Stefan giggled. “You’re my special someone. You always have been, and always will be.”
There was no reason to hold back now. Francois pulled Stefan into his embrace, holding him tight against his own trembling body. Years of denied love and longing poured from his heart as his mouth crushed Stefan’s lips in the sweetest kiss he had ever known.
Stefan took Francois by the hand and led him up the stairs at the back of his office.
“I live on the second floor,” Stefan told him. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”
From the door, through the sitting room and into the bedroom they were shedding clothes, leaving a trail behind them. They sat down on the bed and pulled off their boots, facing each other completely naked.
Francois easily lifted Stefan’s slight, almost delicate body, kissing down his neck as he laid him on his back. He started to lay down next to him, but Stefan clung to Francois’s arms and pulled him over on top of him.
“Take me, my love,” Stefan cooed into Francois’s ear. “Make love to me as only you know how.”
Every word, every touch from Stefan ignited a new flame in Francois, consuming him in his desire for the beautiful man beneath him. He kissed and sucked on Stefan’s hard nipples, then licked down his creamy, smooth stomach to his hard, waiting cock. Francois took Stefan’s cock into his mouth, caressing with his lips as his head moved up and down, and tonguing the tip. Stefan held onto Francois’ hair, moaning with pleasure, as his hips came up to push his cock deeper into his lover’s mouth.
“My love, do you have any mineral oil?” Francois asked in a breathy
voice when he raised his head.
“In the drawer, there. Please hurry, I can’t wait any longer,” Stefan pleaded.
Francois opened the drawer and found the bottle of oil next to a ceramic dildo.
“I pretended it was you,” Stefan blushed, looking up from under his long lashes.
“You’ll never have to pretend again,” Francois promised, while pouring oil on his fingers. He slid one finger into Stefan’s tight hole, then two fingers, and finally three. He worked his fingers stretching Stefan in preparation for his dick.
“I’m never leaving you again, my love.” Then Francois positioned his oil-slicked dick at Stefan’s hole and pushed, ever so gently at first. Then pushing harder, he slipped inside.
They melted into each other, one heart, one soul, lost in their own paradise. Together again, their love was complete.
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