Chapter 18
The Heart Of Paris
Klaus woke up to a pounding headache, a throbbing ankle, and the realization that he had fucked up in a big way. Most of last night was a blur, lost to a drunken stupor where he kept passing out. But one thing he remembered clearly was waking up with his head cradled in Magnus’s lap. He had puked and passed out again.
‘Magnus… where’s Magnus?’ Klaus raised up on one arm and saw
Magnus sleeping on the floor, beside the sofa. ‘He’s still here. My Magnus is still here.’ Feeling reassured,
Klaus let his head flop back on the sofa cushion and went back to sleep.
From the time he woke up, Magnus was kept busy. He made sure maids came in to clean, and the rug and bedding were replaced. He ordered their food, gave Klaus some headache powder mixed in a large mug of tea, and made him drink plenty of water. He even thought of crutches, so Klaus was able to get around on his own. All in all, Magnus was pleased with how efficient he was since he never had to do any of these things before.
Klaus was proud of Magnus, seeing how capable he had become. Mostly, he loved how Magnus pampered him, waiting on him hand and foot. No one had ever fussed over him before. He loved everything Magnus was doing because he loved Magnus, and now he had all of Magnus’s attention, and no Francois to interfere.
“It’s been three days. How does your ankle feel now?” Magnus asked while smoking the last of his weed. He was sitting up against the headboard of the bed, and Klaus was lying next to him with his foot propped up on pillows, his arms behind his head. They both wore the silk robes Klaus bought in Danby. After all, Klaus was laid up for the week and they weren’t going anywhere, so why get dressed? The thin, white silk of Magnus’s robe clung to the curves of his body and was opaque enough for Klaus to see his round, firm ass. Wearing the robe was so provocative that every time Magnus walked across the room, or bent over, Klaus was aroused.
“Since the swelling went down, it feels a lot better,” Klaus answered. “I want to go shopping and replace my damn hat and pants. This is fucking boring, just laying around here.”
Magnus set his pipe on the side table, scooted down next to Klaus and laid his head on Klaus’s chest. His hand slid under the robe and rubbed lightly over Klaus’s skin to caress the muscles of his stomach. He raised up and opened the top of Klaus’s robe, then licked across his chest, biting and sucking first one nipple then the other. Klaus let out soft moans as he ran his fingers through Magnus’s hair.
“I can’t have you bored and grumpy, now, can I? I’m supposed to be taking care of you, so let me see what I can do to entertain you,” Magnus smiled playfully.
“Are you propositioning me?” Klaus grinned. He knew a stoned
Magnus only had two things on his mind, and they had lunch just a short time
ago.
“Trying to. Am I succeeding?” Magnus brought his face up close and licked Klaus’s bottom lip, then gently pushed his tongue inside Klaus’s mouth.
Klaus wrapped Magnus in his arms, parting his lips so their tongues could meet and tangle together. Magnus reached up to caress Klaus’s unshaven face as they kissed. Feeling the prickly stubble turned him on and he ground his hard-on into Klaus’s thigh.
“I surrender. I’m all yours,” Klaus huffed, breathlessly, watching Magnus sit up and take off his robe and fling it aside.
“Let me help you take off your robe. I don’t want to get it dirty.”
Magnus quickly untied Klaus’s robe and helped him get his arms out of the sleeves, then tossed it on the floor. “Mm… you’re so hard already,” Magnus cooed and stroked Klaus’s cock as he straddled his thighs. “The oil, Klaus, in the drawer.”
Klaus reached for the drawer and took out the bottle, never taking his eye away from Magnus, who was now licking the length of his hard-on.
Magnus sat up and changed position, spreading Klaus’s legs so he could kneel between them. Klaus’s foot fell off the pillows, turning his sprained ankle sideways.
“Ow… fuck, baby, be careful. It’s still sore,” Klaus flinched.
Flustered, Magnus grabbed the leg and put it over his shoulder. “Sorry. Here this should work.” He poured some oil onto his hand and poked a finger into Klaus’s ass. “I’m sorry. Let me make you feel better.” He inserted another finger and worked the two inside Klaus.
“I forgot about it already,” Klaus moaned softly.
Magnus inserted a third finger, stretching the walls inside of Klaus. “Am I doing this okay? Is your foot alright?”
“Forget about my foot. Just fuck me, baby,”
Magnus adjusted Klaus’s leg on his shoulder and smeared oil on his own dick. He spread the cheeks of Klaus’s ass and pushed against his hole. He felt the initial resistance give way and pushed harder until he was all the way in.
“That’s it, give it to me,” Klaus groaned and thrust his hips up.
Magnus held onto Klaus’s other leg on the bed, and stroked Klaus’s cock with the same rhythm as his strokes in Klaus’s ass.
“Am I hitting the right spot for you? Shit, Klaus, you feel so good I can’t hold back.”
“Go for it, baby, I’m right with you. You’re hitting all the right places,” Klaus moaned, thrusting his hips up, matching Magnus’s rhythm. He loved the look on Magnus’s face, the way he bit his lower lip while he kept his eyes on him. He loved the moans and whimpers as Magnus got louder when he was close to coming. It turned him on in a way nobody else ever had. Shit… he loved Magnus and just wanted him to fuck his brains out.
“Klaus, I’m coming,” Magnus groaned, still biting his lip, pumping faster.
“Me too, baby. Ah, fuck, Magnus, you’re so good!” Klaus came all over his stomach and Magnus’s hand. He felt Magnus’s dick pulsing, and warm cum filling him up.
As Magnus slumped forward onto Klaus’s cum slicked stomach, Klaus’s leg slipped off his shoulder.
“Aw, shit!” Klaus jumped and winced.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” Magnus whined, biting his thumbnail and giving Klaus a sheepish look. He turned and started fussing with the pillows, tucking them back under Klaus’s foot.
But Klaus already had his arms around Magnus’s waist, pulling him down onto his chest. “Forget it, baby,” He laughed. “It was worth it. It was so, fucking, worth it.” He took part of the sheet and wiped cum off Magnus, then his own stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Magnus hummed into Klaus’s neck.
They laid together for a long time, not saying a word, just enjoying the closeness and feeling content. It was Klaus, who finally spoke first.
“Magnus?”
“Hm?” Magnus responded, sounding a bit sleepy.
“I promise you, I will never leave you,” Klaus said softly, brushing the hair away from Magnus’s forehead. “I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you now. You have my heart, Magnus. It’s yours forever.”
“You have my heart too, Klaus,” Magnus was wide awake now. He never heard Klaus say things like this before and in this tone of voice. He sensed this was important. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me till I die.”
“Just a minute,” Klaus said and got up and put a crutch under each arm. He went over to his travel bag and took out the small pouch he had been carrying with him since the Danby hot springs. He sat on the bed looking so happy, and a little nervous. His expression was one that Magnus had never seen before. He untied the pouch and removed a small, black velvet box. He opened the box, smiling at Magnus.
Magnus shot up, sitting there with eyes wide and a quivering lower lip. “Klaus?” He looked at the two, shiny gold bands in the box and felt like his heart was going to explode.
“Magnus, will you accept my promise to love you always, and never leave you?”
“Of course, I will, Klaus. You’re everything to me,” Magnus could barely get the words out as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Klaus took Magnus’s left hand and slipped a gold band on his third finger. Then he held that hand to his heart. “Forever,” he said.
Magnus took the other gold band from the box and slid it on Klaus’s third finger of his left hand. “I promise I will always love you too, and I will never leave you.” Then Magnus placed Klaus’s hand to his heart, saying, “Forever.”
They held each other in a tight embrace. Magnus didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, he was so overcome with emotion. Klaus had bared his soul to him. There was no pride, no arrogance, just the honest heart of the man that loved him. This was a side of Klaus he knew no one would ever see, but him.
Klaus had never been this happy in his whole life. He didn’t know he was even capable of feeling so deeply. Magnus had changed him, and he was never going to let go of this man, that gave him a newfound life. Still holding tightly, he laid them both down, where they stayed together for a long time not speaking. This time, it was Magnus who spoke first.
“Klaus, what’ll we do now? I mean, your ankle is almost healed. Where do we go from here?” Magnus asked, nuzzling Klaus’s neck.
“To Paris, of course,” Klaus said, like it was an obvious answer. “I’ll even take some dance lessons.”
“What… You will? Magnus laughed.
“You were promised a dance in Paris, and nobody but me is
ever going to dance with you again. So, yeah, I’ll learn to dance,” Klaus
hmphed. Oh, the things he was willing to do for Magnus.
Magnus kissed Klaus’s ear then asked, “What is Paris like? Will I be glad we went there?”
“I guarantee you’ll fucking love Paris. I plan on getting us a house right in the heart of the city. You probably will never want to go back to Connecticut again.”
“What makes you so sure about that?” Magnus asked, curiously.
“Because it’s different from any place you’ve been to. It’s beautiful, and the people are kind and accepting. Shit, we could walk down the street holding hands and nobody cares.”
“It sounds wonderful to live in the heart of Paris,” Magnus sighed.
“Magnus, people like you and me, we belong to the heart of Paris, we’re part of it.”
“We are? How do you know?”
“Because, my dear, sweet Magnus, the heart of Paris is love.
The End
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