The Muse Chapter 3

THE MUSE

Chapter 3

By David Inookaminoma

While Meike Koch pulled the speedo up over his buttocks and caught his breath, the handsome Jan Meers stood up, his eyes dilated, his lips full, which he offered him for a languorous kiss. Meike smiled because Jan had kept the sperm that had spilled in his mouth. The kiss, delicious, triggered a shiver down the young model's spine, and continued for the great satisfaction of both partners.

"So good" Meike then exhaled.

"You did great! See you soon?"

"Maybe I'll move to France."

"Too bad!"

They kissed and Jan left after saying goodbye to Meike. Sighing deeply, looking satisfied, the latter put his hoodie back on and went home.

Several hundred miles away, Soan Hō’s red Yaris pulled into the villa’s underground garage where, with a broad smile on her face, his grandmother Aline had come down to greet him. The old woman opened her arms wide to receive his warm and intense arrival hug. She held her grandson against her for almost a minute, unable to contain her tears.

“You haven’t grown since the last time,” Soan teased, to which Aline gave a tender pat on the top of the head.

“I can still do that!”

“By doing your toes on tiptoes like a ballet dancer!”

“Good grief! Talk about a ballerina…!”, Aline laughed heartily. “I cooked your favorite skewers for you: all you have to do is put them on the griddle,” she added to her grandson who had just traveled a long way.

“Thanks, I’m going to enjoy it. You are too kind.”

In a few minutes, Soan dropped off his suitcase in the bedroom he occupied on each visit, whose window overlooked the ocean, changed into light swimming trunks and a red tank top that enhanced the complexion of his skin like a pinch of paprika enhanced the flavor of a good piece of meat.

Back on the ground floor, he noticed that his grandmother had also set his table on the terrace facing the pool. She loved to please him so much.

“Would you drink a little red wine?”

“A sip,” preferred the young man who had to control Aline’s generosity with a kind gesture.

The chicken skewers covered in curry and the vegetable skewers began to crackle on the griddle. It was an opportunity to exchange family news, on both sides. Soan was frowned upon by the fact that his brothers, sisters and cousins ​​were so indifferent to their grandmother. Without saying anything, as the eldest, he fully intended to kick their asses.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Aline asked.

“Nope.”

Aline saw Soan, for the first time, look away.

“You can’t blame yourself forever for this story. You deserve a nice story.”

“Grandma, no. Please!”

Aline accepted the reminder. For a few seconds, she chewed her words.

“You’re not going online, are you?”

“Grandma, do you really want to talk about the guys I meet?”

“I just want you to be careful.”

“I am. A date from time to time, under condom and without any hassle! That’s all I need for now.”

“You are my grandson and it makes me sad that you give up loving someone because you have experienced failure. It happened several years ago now.”

Soan smiled at his grandmother and gave her a warm hug.

“Tomorrow morning, I'm going to visit my grandfather. Do you want to come? "

“What question? Of course ”, smiles the old woman who asserted her right to sleep. Wishing Soan a good night, she withdrew without a sound.

The young photographer filled his plate and began his dinner in the silence nuanced by the rolling of the Atlantic at the foot of the rocky plane on which the villa was perched and the chirping of the crickets.

He activated the screen of his smartphone and saw that a notification from Meike was waiting for him:

“May I call you?”

“Yep!”, he replied.

The call came in almost immediately. Meike appeared shirtless, lying in his bed.

“I saw that there are low-cost flights every day to reach you. What day suits you best?”

“Saturday! It’s the day I drop off my grandmother for her trip.”

“When are you leaving for your grandmother’s?”

Soan smiled and slowly swiveled his camera. Meike’s exclamations sang in the night, round and soft.

“I’m finishing my meal and then I’m going for a swim.”

“You lucky guy ! Soan, can you tell me how much I owe you for accommodation?”

“Meike, I’m staying here for free; I’m certainly not going to charge you especially since I invited you. Forget it!”

“You can’t host for free. I want to help.”

“You can chip in for the food, if you want.”

“How much?”

“No idea! Meike, I’m going to take advantage of creating your portfolio. For me, it’s a huge promotion if you make it big. So forget about this money issue.”

“I’m not saying my last word.”

Soan smiled. In his place, he would defend the same value. Then he saw a shadow on Meike's face and his eyebrows tighten.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I've known a guy since I was a kid. We've been seeing each other for years to fuck. He's been standing me up for years and I'm always disappointed. He let me down last night and I can't get over it.”

“Why is he doing that? Is he going with other guys?”

“Surely…”

“You can't accept a guy treating you like that. Do you love him?”

“I wouldn't go that far. But all he has to do is look at me and I forget that he disrespected me.”

“Listen, here you can easily find boys who will make you forget about this guy!”

In Wyk auf Föhr, Meike laughed. He thought that Soan was right. But how could he continue the adventure without the reassuring attachments he had clung to until now? Forget Erwin and his angel face? Easy to say!

“Dude,” Soan intervened again, “you’re coming to France, very close to Spain for a month: if you don’t fuck a cute guy here, I’ll throw you into the water!”

Meike burst out laughing then objected:

“I don’t speak French!”

“Speaking English is fine! And besides, fucking is an international language!”

More bursts of laughter.

“I just have to pack my bags and go back to Hamburg,” explained Meike. “I can’t wait to start these shootings with you!”

“Meike, would you tell me what your favorite clothing brands are ?”

“I would say CK, Dsquared, Boss, TH. CK for briefs and tight fit trunks. Jockstraps are sexy.”

“Do you really wear jockstraps? I want to see you in jockstraps!”

Meike burst out laughing.

“Why do you ask that?”

“To check who I’m dealing with!” smiled Soan.

“So?”

“So, you are great : you're allowed to come!”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Hō. Enjoy your swim. Shall we get back in touch?”

“Of course.”

They were going to hang up but at the last second, Soan challenged Meike:

“Send me your measurements! You know: chest, hip, etc. ”

"Okay," said Meike, "Why do you need it?"

"I'm trying something."

“You awaken my curiosity: Tell me!”

"No, I don't want you to be disappointed in case it does not succeed. Good night, handsome ! ”

"Thanks ! Good night to you too! ”

Meike’s brown iris scanned his room: his suitcase was already waiting by the door, eager to return to Hamburg and then leave for the first time in its miserable existence, for France.

Sainte-Atlantes… Where was this city? Meike opened a map application: extreme southwest of France, close to the Spanish border, facing the Bay of Biscay. Quickly, the young German recorded a few words: mountain, ocean, forest, nature… Everything he could hope for for this stay which, however, was going to take a professional turn. A professional photographer was going to help him.

He turned off the light, lay down comfortably and tried to close his eyes for a moment. So many things were going through his mind: Erwin, his parents' divorce, this part of his life that he was going to have to give up because of this divorce, and so many other things. Against the stress, he had a remedy: he grabbed his smartphone, surfed for a few seconds and opted for a porn video.

(To be continued)