My German lover : Part 5

"Pierre... Stop!", Mrs Bloomfield shouted, "Come here, and sit down... At your age, you should not get so agitated... It's not good for your heart..."

"Would you care for a Cognac, monsieur Bloomfield... That would help your heart", Paul said.

"Yes, Paul... how thoughtful of you... bring him a Cognac, please", madame Bloomfield replied...

"I guess, we all need a Cognac, don't we?", Paul asked...

Everyone agreed to that. So Paul went on, and served everyone a glass of very old Cognac...

"You know", Paul started to say... "Monsieur Bloomfield is right... Lebrun and Reynaud are traitors... that's what they are! Since they fled Paris, they knew we had lost faith in them... That's why they called on poor old Marshal Pétain... He's the only one left we still have faith in... How old is he" Paul asked Mr Bloomfield...

"Oh... he must be over 80 now..." Mr Bloomfield answered, with tears in his eye... "... Both of you, young men, you were not born then, but in 1916, he's the one that saved France at Verdun... Up to this day, that's the biggest battle mankind has ever seen... It was a real slaughter... on both sides... did you know that more than 700,000 soldiers from both sides died, disappeared or were wounded there? Yes... young men, the world had never seen such a slaughter... and I hope we will never see such an horror happen again... But during that battle, they sent Pétain to Verdun, and he gave courage to our soldiers, telling them the Germans would not succeed in their attempts to break through our lines... As Pétain then said: "Ils ne passeront pas!" (They will not pass...). And they didn't... Our soldiers stood their ground, and France was saved... Thanks to Pétain..."

Paul gave a glance over to Will, as Will nodded, as to say it was all true...

"That's certainly the reason why they called Marshal Pétain back... to save France once more...", Paul said.

"Well Paul, it was too late when they called him this time... the Germans had already gone through our lines, you see... there's nothing Marshal Pétain can save now, except our honour, perhaps...", monsieur Bloomfield replied...

Everyone had tears in his eye... hearing what monsieur Bloomfield had just said, and that included Will...

"Let's face it, my friends: We are defeated!", monsieur Bloomfield stated... "Let's pray God, so he has mercy upon us..."

At that, Will rose to his feet and, taking his glass of Cognac, he said:

"To France!"

All rose and, with one voice, they replied:

"...To France!"

"Now Pierre... I think we should leave now... Enough emotions for tonight... beside, we should leave those fine young men alone, for I'm sure they have more pleasant things to do then keeping company to us, old aged people...", madame Bloomfield said, with a grin on her face...

"Oh, yes dear... We should go now...", her husband replied.

"Monsieur et madame Bloomfield, I assure you, you do not disturb us at all", Paul stated... "I've known you since I was a child and please believe me when I say I've always been very found of both of you... You're almost like members of our family... you know... And it's always a pleasure having you here... Should you ever need anything, please, feel free to knock on our doors... they will always be opened for you..."

Madame and monsieur Bloomfield rose and they both looked at the two fine young men they had in front of them... Then, madame Bloomfield said:

"Merci, Paul... you know my husband and I have always been very found of you too... We do appreciate your hospitality, but you know... at our age... We are a bit tired. So we shall go now, go home and get some rest... But Paul, should you ever need our help, you know we are there for you... Of course, we don't have your means... We are not rich people... But nevertheless, you can always count on us..."

"Thank you very much... both of you...", Paul replied.

As they all started walking to the door, madame Bloomfield stopped, then kissed both young men on their cheeks, as she said:

"God bless you... both of you... And it's been a pleasure seeing you again, Will... We hope we'll have the pleasure to meet you again soon..."

"God bless you too, madame et monsieur Bloomfield", Will answered. "It's been a pleasure to see you again... and I look forward meeting you again..."

At that, madame and monsieur Bloomfield left, both young men having seen them to the door. Then Paul locked the doors, and the two guys went back into the drawing-room.

"Another Cognac?", Paul asked Will...

"Sure... Thanks... I do hope they don't have to walk too far... you know... At this time of night...", Will said.

"Oh, no... They live right next door... The house where they live belongs to my father... they have been our tenants for... like ages... you know...", Paul answered.

"They are very nice people... Are they Jews?"

"Why do you ask", Paul asked, with a worried frown...

"Well, with a name like "Bloomfield"... you know..."

"Yes... they are..."

"Well Paul, if you're still making plans to shield you and me from troubles, you may as well include them into your plans..."

"Why do you say that, Will?"

"From what we've heard tonight on the radio, things are going to change here, in France... Yes Paul, whether we like it or not, things are going to change... As the Gestapo will get in here, they will start looking for the Jews... I'm sure of that... That's what they did in Berlin... Back in Berlin, Lutz and I, we had good friends that were Jews. They were living on our street... And one by one, they all disappeared into the night... We never saw them again, and never heard from them again..."

"Do you know where they were taken to?"

"No. We don't. It's too dangerous to ask such a question in Germany, nowadays... But wherever they were taken to, I just can't explain why they haven't written to us... you know... That's a sign they are no longer free to do so... otherwise, I'm sure our friends would have written to us...", Will answered.

"Shit, Will... it's awful, what you just said..."

"I know... I don't want to be a scare-monger, you know, but I think you should be aware of what could happen here... since it happened in Germany... and it's still going on there ..."

"Obviously, I will have to take Mrs and Mr Bloomfield into account, in my plans... for I do not intend to see them disappear like that...That won't happen... I swear... Trust me!"

"I've already told you Paul: I trust you with everything..."

"... Yeah... You know what, Will? You make a pretty good liar..." Paul stated, out of nowhere...

"Huh?", Will replied...

"Yeah... We'll make a very good pair... You've got along very fast, with my story... you know... you being my cousin Guillaume from Strasbourg..."

"Shit Paul, I didn't see that one comming... I've never even seen Strasbourg in my life... But why Strasbourg?"

"Well, in Alsace... not only do they speak French... but they also speak a German dialect... So I thought that would explain your slight accent..."

"WOW... You're good Paul! I'm amaze... Good thing they didn't start asking me questions about Strasbourg or Alsace, though... I know nothing about those places..."

"Well you'll have to learn Will... Cause from now on, you're from there... and you shall be able to answer any questions, so our story sticks... I'll give you books to read about Alsace and Strasbourg... And I'm sure very soon, you'll be able to lie unblushingly about your false city of origin..."

"How wicked you are, Paul De Brion... I think you're as wicked as Hitler and Goebbels are..."

"Worst! ... Will... Worst...to protect you, I'll do anything... and if I have to sell my soul to the devil to do that, I will gradly do it..."

"You love me that much, Paul?"

"Much more than you can think, Will... I would gladly give my life to save yours, Will... I swear!"

"Come here, Paul De Brion... come here, and kiss me!"

Paul went to Will, and they began to kiss passionately.

After a while, Will said:

"Guess it's time to go to bed, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I guess it's enough for today... What about a good bath, before we go to bed... relax a bit... What do you think?" Paul asked Will.

"That's a good idea... let's go..."

So they went upstairs, got undressed and then, took a very hot and relaxing bath together. Will wanted to make love to Paul... to kiss him everywhere... but he knew Paul had been through many emotions today. All Paul wanted for now, was to be hold by Will's strong arms... to feel he was there for him... with him... Will sensed that, and respected that. He loved Paul so much. His sexual needs would have to wait...

Will was lying on his back in the bathtub, as Paul laid between his legs, his back hard press against Will's chest... Will knew Paul could feel his boner, but having check, Paul wasn't sporting one. Paul was resting...

Will kissed Paul on the back of his neck, very tenderly, telling him how much he was in love with him...

"You're horny, huh?", Paul asked Will...

"I can't denied it... as you see and feel... but not tonight. I want you to get some rest. It's not a good time for you, you know... And I understand that... Tonight, we're gonna take it easy. Beside, we've got a lot of time before us... We've got the whole future...", Will answered.

"I could give you a hell of a good blowjob right now", Paul replied, smiling to Will...

"I know..." Will answered, smiling "And I'm sure I would love it. But, Paul, you will give me a good blowjob when you really feel you want to, not only because you want to make me feel good... So now, what I suggest is we go to bed, and get a very good night sleep... There will be many other nights, Paul... but for tonight, let's just go to sleep, what do you think?"

"...You're right... as always...", Paul answered.

So they went to bed, and Paul cuddled into Will's warm and smooth body. He felt so secured there... He could feel Will's hardon press against his arse crack. He knew Will was horny... but not him... He loved Will so much because Will respected that. Yeah, Paul thought, he had found the love of his life!