My German lover : Part III

I suggest you read part I and part II of the story before reading the present chapter... This will help you understand this storie... Have fun!

" I THINK I'VE FOUND LOVE "...

When he awoke the moning after, Paul opened his eyes, slowly, and realized he was still cuddled into Will's smooth body. It felt so good. Will was still sleeping, still sporting a boner. Paul could feel it, hard pressed against his butt. He smiled to himself. Will was not alone in that situation: Paul had a hardon that only the sheet could hide from view... He could feel it though, and it felt good. Although the window-shutters were closed and the widow-curtains were drawn, Paul could sense the sun was shining outside. What time was it? He turned to look at a clock on a small table beside the bed: He couldn't believe it: It was almost eleven o'clock. He wasn't used to sleep so late in the morning. With all the emotions he had been through the day before, he needed that rest, he thought.

Slowly, he shifted his body, so he could lay on his back. Now of course, his hardon was clearly visible under the sheet, and his movement caused Will to awaken. Paul looked at him and, with a smile on his face, he said:

"Eh, sleephead, wake up..."

Will sighed and, looking back at Paul:

"What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven..."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I guess we needed some rest, didn't we?"

"I guess so" Will replied, with the cutest smile on his face.

"What's that I feel, press against my thigh?", Paul asked...

"Don't grinned like that, dude, from what I see, you're not much better than I am..."

Paul looked down to see his own hardon stretching the sheet...

"Oh, my God. I'm shocked. How can that be...", he replied, unrepentantly. Then he burst out laughing, and added:

"I told you last night, it's all your fault..."

"Yeah, Yeah, sure... I'm the bad guy here, huh?"

"Yes, that's right. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a God. And you?"

"Same for me..."

Then, silence fell, as the two beatiful young men suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable... You could hear an angel go through the room... After a while, Paul looked into Will's blue eyes, and told him:

"You know what, Will?"

"No..."

"We're gonna have to have a good talk, you and me..."

"Yeah, I guess so... Are you mad at me, Paul?"

"Hell, why would I be mad at you? I've never felt better in my whole life, and that's because of you, Will. But I think we need to talk about that... We shouldn't leave things unexplained, that's what I mean. You know Will, when my Grandma died last evening, I promised myself that I wouldn't be like her... that I would express my feelings, not hide them, as she did all her life. So, I want to tell you how I feel about you... It's important to me..."

"And to me too, Paul. I need to know. And I also need to tell you how I feel about you..."

"So it's agreed then... We'll do that. But first, I need to take a shower, then I'll go down stairs to start breakfast, what do you think?"

"Fine with me. Take your shower first, then I'll take mine, and after that, I'll join you down stairs..."

Paul rose from the bed, put the sheet back, went to a closet and took two bath-robes; he got into one and, comming back to the bed, placed the other one on it, saying:

"It should fit you... You're a bit taller than I am, but I think it will fit... It's gonna be a bit shorter on you, that's all..."

Paul went to the bath-room and then, started to shower. A few minutes laterm, he came back into the bedroom and, seeing Will was still lying in bed, he said:

"Hey, buddy, don't fall back to sleep... I'll be waiting for you down stairs..."

"Don't worry. Hope you didn't make a mess in the bath-room? Did you? ... with you... rich guys, we never know. You're used always having someone cleaning up after you..." Will replied, laughing his way out of bed...

"Nah, I didn't leave a mess behind me... I swear. But you make a good point, you know... I guess I'll have to solve a few problems over the next few days... This house can't be run and kept in good order without the assistance from at least two or three people, you know... not counting a Chef... Without someone competent in the kitchen, I'll starve to death before long!"

"Hooooo, I do understand... Without servants and a Chef, I don't know how I would survive myself, my dear", Will answered, with a big smile... "Oh, but you forgot, Paul..."

"...What..."

You gorgot to mention a "Chauffeur"... You just can't drive your car yourself... That would be so "basse classe"... You got to have a Chauffeur... That's a must! But there is worst..."

"Oh, what now...", Paul answered...

"Can you imagine you, having to take the tube?"

"The what?"

"The "Tube...", you know, the subway..."

"Oh. Now first, learn that here in Paris it's called the "Metro". And second, Go to hell, you silly. I'm leaving. You're just an insensitive bastard. That's what you are..."

"Oooooooo.... That's a good reply... Did you learned it from Sarah Bernhardt?", Will said, laughing...

"That's it. I'm gone!"

"Yeah. And don't forget... I like my coffee strong..."

Paul could hear Will laughing in the bath-room. That guy was something. Laughing to himself, he left and went downstairs. First, he went to the drawing-room. He pulled all the window-curtains open, then opened the windows and then the window-shutters. Ah! Yeah. It was a beatiful morning. All was so quiet. He could feel it was already warm outside. It would be a very beatiful day today, he thought.

Then, he went to the kitchen. He opened all the windows and window-shutters too. He heard a cat miaow at the kitchen door, and went to see. There was a cat there alwright... He unlocked and opened the door, and the cat didn't wait being invited before he got inside the kitchen...

"You seem to be hungry you, big fellow..."

More miaows were heard through the kitchen...

"Well, I don't know what I can find for you, but I'll find something..."

Indeed, Paul found something for the cat to eat... and the poor cat just devoured it without asking for its rest. Then, he went near the table, stretched himself at full length and started to lick its paws. Yes, he had found a home!...

Then Paul went to make coffee and breakfast. When Will entered the kitchen a while later, he found "croissants" heating in an oven as well as scrambled eggs slowly frying in a pan. Then he saw butter and all kinds of jam-pots on the table. He just couldn't believe it...

"Wow! It smells so good in here...", he said, with a very large smile on his face. "Where did you get all those things?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... eggs, butter and jam..."

"Oh, from there" answered Paul, showing Will the door to a very large larder. "It's very well supplied. My dad made sure it was full before my family fled, you know... Just in case..."

"And what's that door over there?, Will asked.

"That's the door to the freezer-room..."

"The freezer-room? You're kidding..."

"NO. No. The freezer-room... Open it, if you want to see..."