This is the third part of Will and Maxime's story, which started as a casual hook-up but might be turning into a more substantial relationship. Please let me know what you think of the story so far and whether you'd be interested in reading more about these two.
Three weeks later, Will stepped off the Eurostar and onto the platform at Gare du Nord, and couldn't quite suppress a smile as he saw Maxime waiting for him beyond the ticket barriers and customs. They had managed to snatch a quick dinner at Balthazar's in Covent Garden the week before when Maxime had stolen a few hours before turnarounds, but this weekend was all theirs and Will intended to put it to good use.
In deference to the late-June heat, Will was wearing a fairly wrinkled pair of linen trousers and a light shirt, arms rolled up to the elbows and with the top two buttons undone, revealing his neck and the top of his chest. Maxime was sporting a pair of tight, washed-denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Will grinned at Maxime as he fumbled his passport to the customs official; `fucking Brexit' he mouthed in Maxime's direction as the official handed back his passport. Once Will was clear, Maxime ran up to him, threw his arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
`William,' Maxime whispered into Will's ear as he tightened the grip of his hug and placed another kiss on Will's jaw. Will managed to get one arm round Maxime but was handicapped by the bag in the other.
It's so good to see you, Max,' Will said as the two continued to embrace. I know it's only been a week, but it feels like forever. I can't quite believe we've got two nights together. It seems like everything before has been snatched moments and truncated pleasures. They pulled apart slightly, though Maxime's hands were still clasped around Will's neck. They caught each other's eyes and both grinned. Will leaned forward and pecked Maxime on the lips before saying Right! Let's get out of here and on with the day, eh?' Oh William,' Maxime scolded gently, `you British must always be on the move. You cannot enjoy looking into your lover's eyes for more than a moment'.
Will laughed. `On the contrary, Max. I fear that if I allowed myself any more time to look into your eyes that I should fall in and never get out. It is self-preservation, rather than a need for movement, that made me break'. The two were now walking towards the exit, Maxime having picked up the bag he had placed beside him earlier, with Maxime leaning into Will's side.
`Well, maybe I do not want you ever to escape my sight again,' Maxime responded quietly, as his hand found Will's free one and entwined their fingers into its grip.
`And I should never leave it if I had the choice,' Will said, placing a kiss on the top of Maxime's hair, while they stood at the taxi rank. A taxi arrived and Will loaded both their bags into the boot while Maxime told the driver which hotel they wanted to go to. They had decided that Maxime would stay at Will's hotel this weekend as Maxime lived with three other people and they wanted privacy.
In the back of the taxi, Maxime found Will's hand and lifted it up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of it. Will returned the gesture, finding and kissing Maxime's other hand so that they were staring into each other's eyes with their lips pressed to the other's hand. The driver tactfully ignored this rather ostentatious display, but also had to rearrange his cock which had started to tent. On their way to the hotel, they talked of their weeks, of some of the plans they had made for their weekend, and of how wonderful it was to see each other again. Soon enough, they pulled up at the hotel, their bags were collected by a busboy, they checked in, and were on their way upstairs to their bedroom.
Standing in the lift, behind the busboy who had their bags on a trolley, Will found Maxime's hand and brushed his fingers against Maxime's fingertips, but he didn't stop there. With one eye on the back of the busboy's head, Will brushed his hand up Maxime's thigh until he could feel his hand cradling Maxime's balls, and he could feel Maxime's hardening cock. Maxime shot a glance at Will, unsure whether he was more turned on or nervous about this public groping. Will grinned wickedly back and put some pressure onto Maxime's cock, causing Maxime to thrust helplessly forward, seeking to rub his cock against the pressure of Will's hand. He let out the smallest whimper just as the lift doors opened and the busboy told them they'd reached their floor.
`Thank you very much,' Will said smoothly, and exited the lift, pulling Maxime, whose face had turned a subtle shade of pink, along behind him. At their room, Will handed over a tip, winked, and shut the door, where, at last, he and Maxime were totally and delightfully alone.
Swooping down on Maxime, Will held his face in both his hands and kissed him passionately on the mouth, sending his tongue into the other man's mouth and luxuriating in Maxime. Maxime, in turn, returned the kiss with interest and snaked his hands around Will's hips, resting them on his arse cheeks, but only for a second. Pretty soon, Maxime's hands were on Will's shoulders and pushing him down.
`If you think you can arouse me in a lift and then not finish what you started once we reach our room then you are mistaken'.
Will laughed and sunk to his knees so that his face was level with Maxime's crotch.
Hmm... it doesn't look as though you're aroused,' he quipped, running his thumb down the very pronounced bulge in Maxime's tight trousers. I'm not even sure there's anything in there'. Putting on a face of mock concern and looking up at Maxime, Will asked `wait, you're not a Ken Doll down there, are you? I won't think any the less of you, but I do need to...'
You beast,' Maxime exclaimed, grasping the back of Will's head and pushing it into his crotch. You know perfectly well what I've got down there and you love it. Feel it yet?'
Muffled laughter escaped from Will, and he conceded defeat. `I know I know! I love your cock -- please let me at it!'
Maxime didn't need telling twice and slipped out of his jeans so that they were piled around his ankles. His cock stuck straight up and out, with his tight balls sitting just below.
`You have the most beautiful cock in the world,' Will said, seemingly transfixed by it, and Maxime was never sure how much truth and how much play there was in that. Cupping Maxime's balls, Will swiped his tongue up the length of Maxime's shaft, matching Maxime's moan of pleasure the action elicited. Will swirled his tongue around Maxime's cockhead and, at the same time, slapped Maxime's arse cheek with the hand that wasn't fondling his balls. Maxime let out a squeal of delight and used both hands to grip Will's head in place, entwining his fingers through Will's hair.
Will was now licking Maxime's balls while jerking him off slowly, causing Maxime to moan and beg him to go faster. Will kept the slow pace he'd started with and held his hand up to Maxime who knew what to do. Maxime spat on Will's upraised hand and then took one of fingers into his warm mouth. Once his finger was slick with Maxime's spit, Will moved his hand back round to Maxime's arse and started probing at Maxime's tight, quivering hole.
While still jerking Maxime slowly, Will inserted his finger past the initial resistance and started to finger fuck him in time with his jerking motions. Maxime was caught between the pleasure in his cock and the pleasure in his arse, both hugely pleasing and yet not enough to get him off.
William,' Maxime panted, William please, have mercy'. Maxime had thrown his head back and seemed helpless to affect any change in the speed or intensity of the exquisite torture Will had trapped him in. Only Will's arm and hands seemed to keep him from collapsing into a puddle of bliss on the floor and his hands had lost all their strength so that they simply rested in Will's hair. Maxime's arse was now wet with his own spit and so Will had little trouble inserting a second finger up Maxime's channel.
With the second finger, Will increased the speed of the fucking and swapped his hand for his mouth on Maxime's cock. With two fingers pumping up his arse and his cock deep in Will's warm, wet mouth Maxime started to feel his pleasure building as he approached a climactic crescendo.
Will started to increase the speed with which he impaled himself on Maxime's cock and inserted a third finger, finding Maxime's prostate as he did so. Relentlessly, he hit Maxime's prostate again and again while his cock slid in and out of his mouth. Suddenly, Will felt Maxime's grip return and he found his head being pulled forcefully onto Maxime's cock. Maxime held Will there, his face buried in Maxime's pubes, as he let out a roar of pleasure and desire and pumped a load of cum into Will's mouth and down his throat.
Will held himself there, enjoying the aroma of Maxime's crotch and feeling his warm cum in his mouth and throat. Will could feel the aftershocks rolling through Maxime and also felt the grip on his hair loosen. Instead of gripping, Maxime was now stroking Will's hair and murmuring quietly in French. Maxime's cock was beginning to soften, and Will sucked and licked it clean of cum. He then took the cock out of his mouth and removed his fingers from Maxime's arse but did not stand up.
Instead, he kissed the soft tip of Maxime's cock, then placed three kisses in Maxime's pubes, and finally kissed each of his thighs. Then he felt Maxime's hands under his armpits, pulling him up. Will answered the summons and rose. Once he was standing, Maxime wrapped his arms around Will and rested his head on his chest. Will kissed the top Maxime's head and encircled him in his own arms.
They stood like that for a few minutes, each enjoying the warmth of the other as Maxime recovered from his joyous exertions.
You cannot leave me William,' he said softly, You are not allowed to. It would be an act of such incredible cruelty and I cannot imagine you being cruel'.
If you wish it, then I will stay with you forever, Max. I promise'. Will answered without thinking and without difficulty, for he knew that what he said was true. Now come on, let's go and investigate out bed'.
Without warning, Will scooped Maxime into his arm, Maxime letting out a small squawk of surprise, and carried him through to their suite's bedroom. Will threw Maxime onto their bed, his jeans still hanging round his ankles, unable to get past the suede boots, and then climbed on top of him.
`You've cum, and now it's my turn,' Will growled into Maxime's ear as he kissed Maxime's jaw and neck.