Such is life

Disclaimer: Too tired to know anything… I’ve been up for 20 hours now and I haven’t slept properly in the last days… I’m going to bed now. Good night!

Author’s notes: Because of the nightly hour I’m typing this, I’ve divided this chapter into two parts. The second part will follow as soon as possible! When I’m awake again…
Dedicated to my little sister who always goes to bed before 11 o’clock, because she’s afraid that there might be ghosts after midnight. There usually aren’t.


5. Je t’aime…un peu…beaucoup…passionnément…pas du tout – Part 1:


“Hey! There’s a cinema!” Dom exclaimed and looked up at the big colourful posters on the high building. “Oh my god!” Dom grabbed Orli’s arm as if for support. “Look! They’re showing Riddick tonight!”

“You like Science Fiction, Domenic?” Mortensen asked grinning, who had suddenly appeared next to them.

Dom shook his head, still staring at the poster. “No, not at all, but my favourite actor Karl Urban is in it, so I just have to watch it, Science Fiction or not!” he announced enthusiastically.

Orli snorted, smiling amusedly at his friend. “That’s what I would call an understatement!” He looked at Mortensen. “Dom’s been in love with that guy since he’s been 12 years old and he saw him for the first time with cute pink wings on his back, blonde hair and with baby oil all over his muscled chest,” he explained to their teacher.

Dom’s cheeks were burning. “The wings were white,” he mumbled.

Mortensen laughed, arching his brows. “Is that so? Then of course we’ll have to watch Riddick to cure Dom’s yearning for that man…”

In the meantime the others had arrived, too. “Riddick?” Sean grimaced. “I hate Sci-Fi!” Unfortunately most students were of that opinion and so Dom didn’t get to see Karl Urban.

“Arthur and the knights of the Round Table aren’t that bad looking either,” Orli tried to console his friends as they walked through the rows of seats into the dark cinema.

“Hmm,” Dom nodded absent mindedly. “I’ll go see it with Billy then. He wants to see Riddick, too.” Slowly he let himself sink into his seat.

“What a lovely surprise, Domenic!” he suddenly heard a voice next to him and looked up.

“Oh, hi Professor Mortensen,” Dom answered quietly. //Fuck! Of all people…//

“Please call me Viggo. At least while we’re in Paris,” the other man smiled. “Still sad that we won’t see that other movie tonight?” Mortensen asked, letting his gaze trail over Domenic’s face.

//What is he doing?!// Again Dom felt the heat rise up in his face. “It’s not so bad,” he smiled. “I’ve been told that Lancelot has a pretty face as well…” Dom sighed and let his head fall back.

“Yours isn’t so bad either…”

//Whoa! What was that?// Dom jumped up again, staring at the older man next to him, but Mortensen just smiled innocently. Luckily just at that moment the lights went out and Dom didn’t have to answer.

Perhaps answering would’ve been better, Dom thought as he suddenly felt a hand draw lazy patterns on his knee. Dom jerked. //Fuck.//

“What the fuck?” he hissed into Mortensen’s ear, trying to push away his hand at the same time, but Mortensen simply grabbed his wrist with his other hand.

“Shh… I want to see the movie!” He looked directly into Dom’s eyes, resuming his work.

//Oh my god…// Dom let himself fall back in the seat as Mortensen started to run his fingers up Dom’s thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps where he touched Dom’s skin through the cloth of his pants. Gasping out loud, Dom took in breath as Mortensen’s hand suddenly cupped his crotch, massaging him to full hardness with his expert hands.

“Dom? You’re alright?” he suddenly heard Orli whisper into his ear, tugging carefully at his sleeve.

Slowly Dom turned his head, looking at his friend from glassy eyes. “I’m ok…” he whispered back, suddenly closing his eyes and biting his lip to hold back a moan as Mortensen unzipped his pants, letting his hand delve into them.

//Oh my bloody fucking god, sweet Jesus and Mary!// Dom sent a prayer to heaven to thank god that it was dark enough in the cinema to hide what was going on between him and his teacher.

Orli just shook his head at his friend’s strange behaviour and resumed watching the movie. Dom would surely explain everything later.

At the same time Dom was staring at the screen with dark, unseeing eyes, sweet shivers running through his body as Mortensen expertly wanked his rock hard cock. Long calloused fingers were stroking his flesh with just the right amount of pressure.

//Yes…// Dom’s whole body was screaming for release as he arched into his teacher’s every movement, thrusting into the man’s hand in a silent plea. //Please… Oh fuck YES!!!// Dom bit his lip to keep himself from crying out loud as the other man suddenly started to move faster, bringing Dom nearer to the edge with every stroke.

//Gods…// Jolts of pleasure shot through Dom’s body as he came into Mortensen’s hand, his soft moan fortunately being swallowed by the noise of Arthur and his knights fighting the Saxons. Breathing heavily Dom slumped back in his seat, his head rolling to his side to stare at Mortensen who had withdrawn his hand from Dom’s pants, lapping Dom’s cum from his fingers.

Dom shivered as he watched the older man’s tongue swirl around his artistic long fingers, sucking them into his mouth with a carnal smile on his full lips. //Fuck. That man’ll be my death…// Impatiently he squirmed in his seat till the movie was over, then jumped up, fleeing from the dark room.

“Did you like the film, Dom? Totally satisfied with the men in it?” Orli asked him as they were standing outside on the Champs-Elysées again.

Dom’s cheeks turned red. //If he knew…// Slowly he shook his head, wrapping his arms protectively around his chest. “I didn’t see much of the film. Feeling sick… I think I’ll head back to the hotel.”

“You really look bad, Domenic,” he suddenly heard Mortensen’s voice behind his back and flinched, feeling the blood rise up in his face. “I’ll go back with you.”

“But…” Dom tried to protest, but was interrupted by Mortensen.

No, really, Domenic. I don’t want you to go alone. The others are old enough to climb up the Arc de Triomphe on their own…” he said, emphasizing his words with the look in his eyes.

“Ok.” Dom nodded weakly, unsure of what would happen when they were alone.

“Good boy,” Mortensen grinned and put his arm around Dom’s shoulder as if to support him. He waved goodbye to the others. “Bye! See you tomorrow morning at breakfast then!”

“I’ll go and join the others,” Orli said to Dom, softly squeezing his shoulder. “Get some rest…”

“Oh, I’ll see to that!” Mortensen grinned and turned his head, letting his gaze trail all over Dom’s body. “I’ll even tug him in if I must…”

“Good to know that he is in good hands…”

“The best!”

Orli started to jog after the others, looking a last time over his shoulder before he vanished in the crowd.

“Come…” Mortensen led Dom to the next subway station.

“What was that all about?” Dom asked, trying to free himself from the other man’s grasp, but Mortensen held him in a death grip and simply dragged the struggling young man down the dark stairway. “Fucking answer me!” Dom was starting to get angry now. “I mean you’ve been flirting with me for days, then you give me a handjob in a cinema. What next? What the fuck is this all about?”

A wide grin spread on Mortensen’s lips as he walked closer, pinning Dom to the wall with his body weight. Before Dom could protest, he had covered Dom’s mouth with his, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Dom froze when he made first contact with Mortensen’s soft lips, but then after the first initial shock accepted their gentle caress, hungrily letting the other man’s tongue enter the hot cavern of his mouth.

A moan rose from Mortensen’s throat as he deepened the kiss, lifting his arms to cup Dom’s face in his hands.

//Yes…// Dom’s whole body seemed to sigh with relief as he finally answered the kiss, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck and cradled his skull in his hands as their tongues duelled, only breaking apart when the need for air forced them to.

“You wanna know what this is all about?” Mortensen breathed, kissing his way down Dom’s throat, suddenly backing away when a group of yowling men approached them.

“Queers!” one of them exclaimed, tumbling against the wall as he was already quite drunk. “Come on, old man,” he slurred. “Show us your boy toy…”

Dom hid himself behind his teacher’s back who was standing protectively in front of the smaller man. “Sod off!” Mortensen hissed angrily at them, deciding that the young men were harmless in their current state of drunkenness. “Go back to the stinking hole you came from!”

“Come on, give us a kiss, old man!” another man yelled, giggling hysterically at his own joke and tumbled against one of his friends, his beer can falling to the ground in the process.

Viggo shook his head disgustedly, looking at the man who stared dumbly at the beer can on the ground as if he couldn’t understand how it had gotten there. “No, thank you..” he started walking towards the man, his arms open in invitation. “But I could give you a good fuck. Is that what you want?”

Laughing the young men started to back away, stumbling up the stairs and then vanishing in the darkness.

“Where have we stopped?” Mortensen asked who had come back to Dom, aligning their bodies till their lips nearly met.

“You…you wanted to answer my question…” Dom replied shakily, his eyes focusing on the other man’s lips.

“Yes…” Mortensen sighed, tenderly pressing his lips on Dom’s, then tracing Dom’s jaw line with his tongue till he reached the ear, softly nibbling at the ear lobe. Dom’s head slumped back against the wall, his knees turning to jelly. “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you all night… Is that what you want?”

Mortensen’s low growl went straight to Dom’s cock and he grinded against the other man’s hips, a needy sound escaping his lips as his eyes unfocused again. “Yes…” he moaned. “God yes…”

“Alright then.” Suddenly Mortensen stepped back, catching Dom trembling with arousal in his arms. “Easy, easy, Domenic! We need to get you to the hotel before I can fuck you through the mattress…” he grinned evilly.

To be continued…

Disclaimer: All made up!

Author’s notes: The next update will take some time, because I’m – believe it or not – on holiday again! I’ll be off to Finland in some days. But I promise that I’ll try and write as much has possible during my stay there!!!

6. Je t’aime…un peu…beaucoup…passionnément…pas du tout – Part 2 :

The ride with the tube was quiet, neither of the men spoke a word, but Mortensen had slipped his hand under the hem of Dom’s shirt and was busy caressing the warm skin of Dom’s back. The people in their coach ignored them, seemingly staring out of the window on purpose. Only a young woman smiled at them before they got out at the Gare du Nord, rushing to the hotel, not touching each other before Mortensen had finally closed the door to his tiny room behind his back.

Hungrily Dom licked his lips, not knowing who had moved first when they suddenly lay in each other’s arms again. “Want you…” Dom moaned, hastily trying to free himself from his shirt, letting it glide down on the floor over his shoulder.

Mortensen cocked his head slightly, letting his hands caress Dom’s shoulders as he kissed his way down the other man’s firm chest, stopping to gently nibble first at one and then the other nipple.

“Jesus…” Dom panted, letting himself sink down on the mattress, pulling Mortensen down with him. The older man obliged, lying down on Dom, starting to move his hips in lazy circles as their erections made first contact through the tightness of their pants.

Dom moaned deeply, his hands sliding down Mortensen’s bare back to his firm ass, tugging at the pants. “Off…” was the only word he managed before Mortensen’s mouth assaulted his again, swallowing whatever else Dom was about to say with a kiss. Wriggling to help Dom strip him of his pants, Mortensen broke their kiss, rolling of Dom to free him from his pants, too.

“Beautiful…” Mortensen sighed as he took in the sight of Dom’s naked body lying spread on the mattress before him. Slowly he followed the lines and angles of Dom’s body with his hands, doing the same with his lips and tongue afterwards.

Dom was moaning and squirming with pleasure, his closed eyes suddenly fluttering open when he felt wet heat close around his cock. “You look good down there…” he panted before his brain seemed to melt away completely.

Mortensen’s lips flexed to a smile around Dom’s cock as he looked up into the other man’s dark, bottomless eyes filled with pleasure, flickering his tongue a last time over the head of Dom’s cock before drawing back completely. “Need to be inside you,” he groaned, licking at the inside of Dom’s thighs.

“Yes…” Dom couldn’t think clearly, blindly reaching out for Mortensen’s head, pulling him up by his hair. “Take me…” he sighed wantonly into their open-mouthed kiss, stroking the other man’s cock with his hand.

“Mmmh…” Mortensen licked across Dom’s lower lip before motioning for Dom to turn on his stomach. Lovingly he kissed Dom’s shoulder blades and spine, leaving wet trails on the younger man’s skin.

Dom drew in breath sharply as hands suddenly parted his ass cheeks, searching for his entrance, fingers pressing into him. Tears were burning in his eyes as his muscles cramped at the sudden intrusion.

“Shh…” Mortensen was tenderly caressing the small of Dom’s back. “You should’ve told me it’s your first time,” he scolded Dominic. “Relax…”

“Not first tome…” Dom bit his lip to hold back a whimper. “But it’s been a while.” He cleared his throat. “I should say years…” Dom forced his muscles to accept the fingers filling him. “It’s okay,” he finally said, turning his head to look into Mortensen’s eyes. “Do it,” he begged.

Mortensen arched his eyebrows questioningly. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I’ll hurt you.”

Dom shook his head. “I don’t care,” he moaned, arching his back in a silent plea. “Do it…” he groaned. “Fill me…”

//Fill me… Yes. Fill the emptiness inside of me that is slowly eating me up…// he thought as he felt Mortensen’s erection nudge against his entrance and pushed back as Mortensen slowly started to slide in, forcing him to take him whole.

Mortensen let his head fall back with a deep moan, marvelling at the tightness enveloping him. After gathering his control again, he started to move, thrusting slowly in and out of Dom.

Dom seemed to burn with fire where Mortensen touched him, squirming wantonly under the older man. The muscles of his bare back tightened when Mortensen hit his prostate repeatedly, bringing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

Dom opened his eyes, the pillow under his face blurring in front of them. He was blind to the things surrounding him, the world only being reduced to the feeling of being filled completely, Mortensen’s touch on his cock, hot breath caressing his neck. Dom took breath in sharply, filling his lungs before he came with a shuddering sound, a mixture of half a cry and half a whimper. From far away he heard Mortensen’s shout, too, as he thrust into Dom one last time before slumping down heavily on the smaller man’s back.

The dark veil was there again when Mortensen rolled himself of Dom’s back after kissing his shoulder softly. Tears were burning in Dom’s eyes and he was thankful that the other man couldn’t see his face hidden in the pillow.

“What now?” he asked, his voice sounding alien even in his own ears.

“What do you mean with what now?” Mortensen asked sleepily, tracing Dom’s spine with his index-finger.

“Us…” Dom whispered.

“Fuck…” Mortensen drew back his hand, stroking blonde strands from his eyes with it. “I thought you knew… Fuck…” his voice broke. “I mean you surely know that an `us´ has no future…”

“So I was no more than a casual fuck?” Dom asked with his voice hoarse, the words tasting foul in his mouth as he stared down on the pillow. //Of course I was… Why should anyone want more than that of me…//

“Yes,” Mortensen nodded his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have…” he cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t have…” he sighed deeply. “Look, I’m your teacher, Domenic. This isn’t possible. We can’t just do it again…”

“I know.” Hastily Dom stood up and started to dress.

“Where are you going?” Mortensen sat up in the bed, his eyes following Dom’s movements.

Dom stared at his teacher with puffy eyes, looking totally confused. “I don’t know. Away!” he replied and started to walk out of the room, running when he heard Mortensen’s voice calling out for him.

//Emptiness…emptiness…// The word was filling Dom’s thoughts to the point of pain, the silence echoing in his brain louder than thunder. //Have to fill it…//

He sprinted down the stairs, fleeing out of the hotel into the colourful lights that enlightened Paris at night.


To be continued…