My German lover : Part 4

"Okay. Let me give Boussole something to eat, and then lets go to my room. I'll find something for you to wear, and then, we'll have lunch"

"Fine."

So Paul took care of the cat, and minutes later, both of them were back into Paul's bedroom, looking at so many clothes Will thought they were in a garment store.

"Unbelievable", Will exclaimed...

"Stop saying that... It's not like if I was the Prince of Wales, you know..."

"Even the Prince of Wales... you know... I don't think he has so many clothes to wear... I'm pretty sure of that...", Will answered, laughing.

"Nah... So, what would you like to wear? What about that blue shirt, there... It would go well with your golden blond hair and your beatiful and sexy blue eyes. Beside, we're almost the same size... except you're a bit taller than me..."

"Yeah. That shirt is perfect...", Will answered.

"And those light beige troussers... What do you think... Im sure they will fit you perfectly, since they are too long for me..."

Will started getting undress. He took off his uniform under Paul's very watchful eyes. Now that he was only wearing his underwear, Paul said to him:

"God! You're so beatiful, Will. I'll never tire looking at your gorgeous body. Just can't keep my eyes off you... you make me so horny..."

Will could see Paul now had a sizeable bulge in his pants. He didn't fare better either, since he could feel his dick stiffening...

"Stop that, will you? Remember... we're starving", Will said to Paul. "If you expect me to... you now... "perform"... later, I've got to eat something..."

"Yeah. I'm starving too... but for you, that is", Paul replied, bursting out laughing.

"Get the hell out of here, if you can't resist your temptations. I've got to try those clothes, you know..."

"Sure Will, I'll wait. I mean, I'll wait before I rape you again, and abuse your sexy body once more. Go ahead..."

"Yeah... poor me..."

"But wait until tonight, though. I've got something in store for you, mister...", Paul said.

"Yeah? And what might that be?", Will asked, smiling...

"Just wait and see. I won't say anything else for now", Paul replied, with a very sexy grin on his face.

"Shit, Paul... you're driving me mad with your sexy talk... I wonder if you haven't become a sex maniac. Yeah!. I've created a sex animal, that's what I've done!"

"Grrrrrr... Just wait for tonight, you'll see what a sex beast I've become..."

Even though he was still laughing, Will nevertheless started to get dress, trying his new clothes. Everything was fitting perfectly. He looked at Paul:

"Wow! You look perfect. So handsome. Look at yourself in the mirror", Paul said to Will.

Will took a look at himself in the mirror, and found that indeed, he looked very handsome in those clothes. He had to admitt it, the French had their way with fashion. The way the shirt fitted him... the cut... and those trousers... WOW... Much, much better than what he had ever bought in Berlin. Everything seemed so out of fashion in Berlin, he thought for himself. Now, he just loved his new look...

"So... What do you think? Like what you see?" Paul asked.

"WOW... It's perfect Paul. Thanks..."

"Now Will, everything you see there, in the wardrobes, belong to you too, from now on. So just feel free to wear whatever you want. Don't ask. Take it. If you don't, I swear, I'll get mad at you, and I tell you... you won't like it, if I get mad at you..."

"Are you sure, Paul... I mean..."

"Look at me, Will: Do I look like an idiot to you? I'm dead serious. I intend to share with you all I have. So get use to it. Now, lets go and have something to eat, shall we?"

"Be my guide. Oh, Paul, wait a second..."

Will went to Paul and took him into his arms. He looked straight into Paul's beatiful emerald green eyes and started kissing him very passionately.

"Wow..." Paul said, after they had parted... " That was something: It's getting better and better every time... I wonder if it will ever stop getting better... There must be a limit to perfection, you know..."

"Dunno. We'll take all our time finding out, won't we... Guess we'll need lots and lots of practice..."

"I like that idea..."

They went downstairs to the main kitchen, where they prepared a real feast. Paul opened a bottle of very good wine, and then another one... They had fun, eating and drinking. Even Boussole seemed to be very happy...

"Sorry if we have to eat in here, you know... The dining-room is all clad under protecting sheets..."

"I don't mind. Aren't you used, eating in here?"

"Are you kidding? Monsieur Michel... that's our Chef... would never allow me to eat in here... no one is allowed in here, except him and his helpers... When he's in the kitchen, he's the King in here, you know, and he doesn't tolerate us very long in "HIS" kitchen. I think he believes that when we come in here, it's to spy on him, to get our hands on his secret recipes... like if we give a damn about them..."

"That's funny, you know. It's not like that at my house, back in Berlin"...

"How is it? What does your dad do for a living?", Paul asked.

"Well, he's a doctor. He has his own Private cabinet in Berlin, and I guess he does very well. But we're not as rich as you are, far from that. We live quite well, though. And even though things have not been always easy in Germany over the past few years, we've always managed quite well."

Will took a sip from his glass of wine, and then continued explaining:

"I was born in Berlin, and we've always lived there. We have a house in Charlottenburg (...) that's a Borough of Berlin... Like an "Arrondissement" here, in Paris... you know... Anyway... So That's where we live. It's very nice, lots of trees... The Olympic Stadium is located in Charlottenburg, to give you an idea... We also have the Charlottenburg Palace... It's not too far from where I live... My friend Lutz and I, we both live on the same street. But I've already told you that, I think..."

"Yeah, you did...", Paul replied.

"At home, things are not as formal as they are, here. We don't have a "Chef"... and my mum does all the cooking... and she's a very good cook, I tell you."

"Do you have brothers and sisters?"

"Like you, I have a younger brother and a younger sister. My sister is sixteen, and my brother is twelve. I tell you... I miss them..."

"Don't you receive letters from your family?"

"Yes, I do. But it's on a very irregular basis... you know... me, being in the army... Until now, we were constantly on the move... And of course, all our letters are censured... so we can't write all we would like..."

"Can't you call them, sometimes..."

"Are you kidding, Paul? First, in the army, all the phone lines are reserved for army purposes and second, even if I had access to a phone, long-distance calls are very, very expensive. I don't make a lot of money in the army, you know..."

"Sorry Will, I never thought about that. Hey, you should try using our phone here and see if you can reach your family in Berlin... You know, we could charge the call on our business phone account, so it would not cost us anything... My dad has a phone in is study, and he uses it very often to call our Director in Geneva. If my dad can reach him in Geneva, using that phone, why couldn't we use it to try to reach Berlin?"

"It could work, you know... But I'm not sure if the phone lines have been re-establish with the outside world...", Will stated.

"Lets give it a try, shall we?"

"Do you think it's a good idea?", Will asked.

"Just follow me...", Paul replied.

They went to the study, opened the doors and once inside, Paul went to where he knew his father's desk was.

"Will you help me fold this sheet, please?"

"Sure"

Once the sheet had been remouved, Will saw the desk as well as the phone.

"Now Will, try to get the operator on line, and asked her if she can get a line for you to talk with Berlin... go ahead... do as I say"

Will took the phone, and after a few moments, he got the operator on line. He talked to her in French. Yes, the lines to Berlin had been re-established, but not with the rest of the outside world, and certainly not with the rest of France, she said. She would look if she could get a line for him to Berlin. He was waiting. She came back on line, and told him a line was available, but she warned Will that the line could be cut at any time, should it be needed for more pressing calls. He told her he understood.

Click. Click. Click...

Now he had a German operator on line. Of course, he began speaking to her in German... Yes, she was in Berlin, and yes, she could connect him with the phone number he was about to give her...

Will looked at Paul and nodded to him, giving him a very nervous smile. Indeed, Will was very nervous now...

He gave the operator the phone number he wanted to reach, then waited.

"Hello? Is that you, mum? It's Wilhelm speaking..."

The line was not very good... with lots of parasites on it...

"Wilhelm? Is that really you?", his mum asked.

"Yes, mum, it's me... Can you hear me?"

"Yes Wilhelm... I hear you..."

Now, Will could hear his mum calling, for his father and the rest of his family to come and join with her, near the phone...

"How are you Wilhelm? Are you alright? Are you wounded?"

"I'm fine, mum, and no, I'm not wounded at all. Now mum, we could loose the line at any time, and if we do, don't you worry..."

"Yes, I understand. Where are you? Can you tell?"

"Yes, Yes... I'm in Paris, mum..."

"...In Paris?... It's unbelievable... so it's all true, what we hear, here in Berlin?"

"Yes mum. We got in the capital city the day before yesterday. How are you in Berlin? How's dad, and what about the others?"

"We're all fine, Wilhelm. Your father wants to talk to you... hold on..."

"Dad? Is that you? ... Yes, it's me, Wilhelm..."

Paul could see tears rolling down Will's face. He had not spoken with his family for over a year... Those tears on his face were good tears, though. Tears of joy...

"Yes father, we're in Paris. Lutz is here with me too... Will you tell his mum and dad? No. We're not wounded. We're just fine. I'll send you my address here, in Paris, as soon as we know where we'll be staying... Yes, father, I love you too. Very much. I miss you all. I don't know if I will be able to call you again... but I'll try. I'll send you a letter as soon as I can. No father, there is no danger here, in Paris... everybody has fled... It's very quiet... How is..."

CLICK!

"I've lost the line", Will said to Paul. "That was to be expected, I guess... At least, I've been able to talk to my mum and dad... and I know they're okay. How can I thank you for that, Paul... I owe you big for what you just did..."

"You owe me nothing, Will. Nothing. If you're happy, I'm happy. If you're sad, I'm sad. That's the way I see it. Now, are you happy, Will?"

"Shit... Yeah Paul. You've made me the happiest guy in the world..."

"Well, that calls for a celebration". Go to the drawing-room, and wait for me there... I'll meet you there in a few minutes..."

True enough, a few minutes later, Paul was back with a big bottle of Champagne in one hand, and two beatiful crystal Champagne glasses in the other. He twisted the cork, and it went flying across the drawing-room. The both laughed at it. Paul filled the glasses with Champagne, and presented a glass to Will, who took it gladly.

"To us, and to our families", Paul said.

"To us, and to our families", Will replied, taking a sip... "And to France!"

"To France!", Paul answered, with tears in his eyes. "Thank Will, that was very thougtful of you..."

"Hey Paul, as you said: If you're happy, I'm happy. If you're sad, I'm sad. That's the way I see it, too. We're together in that shit, you know. I'm here with you, and for you. You can count on me! I told you Paul, I love you, and I'm not saying that lightly... I love you!"

"Oh, Will... I love you too so much... it hurts..."

At that, Will walked to Paul, took him into his strong arms and started kissing him passionately.

"I'm telling you again, Will, each time, it's getting better and better..."

"Yeah, I've noticed too", Will replied with a laugh.

"Come on Will, lets take a sip, then help me with those sheets... I want this drawing-room to look alive again..."

So they went to each and every piece of furniture, and removed all the sheets... Then Paul turned on all the lights in the room. Will looked at the furniture, and all in there seemed hideously expensive to him. All so beatiful.

"Will, would you do me a favour?"

"Anything you want... Just ask!"

"Would you play for me?"

Paul was looking at the Grand piano. He walked to it, and opened the cover over the keyboard.

"Where are your mother's music-books?" Will asked...

"Right there", Paul answered, showing Will where he would find them.