An American Homo in Paris

Revisiting the Marais

Zili didn't have time to look around the apartment when Benjy opened the door to his apartment.As soon as they entered, Zirley's hand slipped under Benjie's shirt, and his lips pressed to his throat. Benjie let out a moan, which was full of sweetness and longing, and Ziri turned on suddenly.He couldn't remember the last time he wanted to fuck someone so badly.These romps, these challenges, this whole day of foreplay, all for this moment he never dared to think about.

His hands caressed Benjy's abs, working his way up to Benjy's nipples, which stood tensely.He stroked it back and forth with his palm, listening to Benjie's suppressed gasps and whimpers, which told him what kind of touching Benjie liked.As his fingers pinched one of the nipples, Benjy threw back his head and let out a low, clear moan.

"It feels great."

"Ouais." Ziri took off Benjie's shirt and tossed it aside. "T'estellementbeau."

① French: Yes.

② French: You are so beautiful.

Benjie's chest was already red, and Zili rubbed it with his hand.

"Little Zi, let's go to bed." Benjie grabbed the corner of Zili's clothes with his hands, took them off and threw them on the ground.

Ziri pulled Benjy closer and gave him a big, full hug, skin to skin.Benjie was a little surprised at first, and pressed his hands against him with trembling hands. Later, he relaxed, immersed in this hug, and sighed involuntarily.They kissed again, slowly and sweetly, lingering like a dance.Benjie smiled at Zili, his blue eyes were deep and charming, and he led Zili to the bedroom.

Clothes were thrown on the floor, forgotten since they were stripped off.Benjie gently pushed Ziri onto the bed.Zili lay on the bed, watching Benjie standing above him, the penis standing proudly below him, and there was something indescribable in Benjie's eyes that couldn't be described in the four languages ​​he knew.At that moment, for the first time, he felt that the body of his lover became familiar and precious, something more than desire, more than friendship, oh, this is a bit like love, but even the word love is not enough to describe the huge, shocking , a breathtaking feeling.This warm feeling came over him as Benjie lay beside him, holding his hand.

"What do you want?" Benjie asked, and he raised Zili's hand to kiss it, biting his finger little by little.

Ziri just smiled, and his hand came under Benjy, touching it slowly and eagerly.

"We can..." he whispered, and Benjy shrank and trembled at his touch.

"My God." Benjie's hand touched Zili's penis, imitating Zili's slow movement, and then they found a steady rhythm, this kind of back and forth giving to each other is no longer just for release .It was a caress, or a consolation, all the sweet pain, just because Benjy's was gone.Just yesterday Zili was thinking that this one-night stand was a good thing.How could he have thought that the best way to love someone was to seduce him for a one-night stand before parting?

Benjy kissed him hard, deep, and a familiar wave of heat washed over him—he was about to come—coming soon.

"Benjie..." He pushed Benjie's hand under him away. "Would you, uh, would you fuck me?" he asked blushing, but his hands were still caressing Benji's cock, rubbing against his nipples.He likes the way Benjy responds, "I want to feel you in my body."

Benji groaned, pressing his face against Zilly's neck.

"Of course," he whispered, "are you sure?"

Zili nodded, "Yes." He responded affirmatively without thinking, and Benjie kissed him again.

"I'll be right back." He got off Ziri and rummaged around the bed.Ziri took a deep breath, full of anticipation.He rolled over on his stomach, his cock rubbing against the sheets, bringing pleasure.

Benjy was back, lips pressed to the back of Ziri's neck, hands running over him.Condomed cock against his ass.

"I want you to experience a wonderful feeling." Benjie murmured, squeezing Zili's buttocks.His hands ran over Zili's skin in a slow, seductive rhythm, relaxing Zili and making him groan and rub against the mattress.One of his fingers slid into Zili's back hole and he was excited, like electricity running through his veins.Benjie rubbed his fingers back and forth deftly.Now Zili had given up speaking English and began to speak French indistinctly, mixed with Kabyle.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but the way you babble with desire is fucking sexy."

Benji's fingers dug in, and Zili gripped the sheet tightly with both hands.The sweet rub made Benjy's whisper of praise even sweeter.Ziri closed his eyes, concentrating on how Benjy made him feel, as Benjy pulled his fingers out and in, as if teasing him.

"I love seeing you," Benji whispered to Ziri, "I love the way you wriggle like you want me—the way you bite the sheets like your orgasm will kill fucked you. I bet you were fucking hot when you came."

Ziri's eyes averted and he let out a low whimper as Benjy's fingers moved away and a bigger cock pushed into his backhole.Zili tried his best to support and spread his body to meet it, to meet the pain caused by the invasion, the sharp penetration, flexible thrust, he relaxed himself, and drew the other party deeper.

His whole body was on Ziri as Benjy rocked and invaded hard on top of him.It's like being fucked and hugged at the same time, it's an incredibly intimate position.Ziri rocked up and down, rocking rhythmically under Benji.

"Oh my god, I'm coming." Benjie moaned, leaning down to help himself, and didn't stop until he let out a manly orgasm growl.

When Benjy came, Ziri grabbed his cock and pumped it rapidly until he came.With his other hand clutching the sheet, Benjy clutches him, clenches his trembling hand, and loses everything when the incomparable moment arrives—they lose their expressiveness, their selves, their consciousness.

Benjie let go of him and got out of bed, and Zili straightened himself up.When Benjie came back, he covered them both with a blanket and kissed him on the forehead. "Stay here."

Zili put his head on Benjie's shoulder and slowly fell asleep.

***

Benjy woke up in warm arms with something hard against his thigh.

Zerry.

He reached down and touched Ziri's leg.He was debating whether to wake him up for another round.

Then he realized his phone was vibrating.He came out of Zili's arms, and the clothes they lost last night were all on the ground. He rummaged inside to find his own clothes.

"Which one?"

"Benjie, what the hell is going on?"

"Alison?" It was the editor of his gay publication in Idaho.Benjie looked at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the morning--what the hell, it was ten o'clock! "what is the time at your place?"

"It doesn't matter anymore okay? Given that the hottest thing on social media right now is a video of my family's writer on vacation singing and dancing in a fountain in Paris! You're already hot, influencer. All tweets and Pages on facebook are debating whether your blog name is too outrageous. Now this video of you has a hundred thousand views, and the video of you wearing underwear on the subway is not far behind. I never knew you were a sullen guy who likes to wear briefs."

"Me? On fire?"

"Oh yes. A lot of little girls on Tangbure are tagged with 'ZJ' now. They all paired you with that French guy and started writing real-life fanfic."

"What the hell is a real person fan?"

"Real-life fan fiction. It's like fan fiction, but the main characters are real people in real life. Now there are 22 novels on Tumblr—no, shit, now there are [-] novels about you guys. Mine God, you should know the soup is not hot, right?"

"Where to hand out porn and cat pics. Yeah, I know the soup isn't hot."

"Honey, you can't get on that flight back now. You're going to stay in Paris until this thing subsides."

"By the time Ellen comes back on Tuesday, I'm going to be homeless."

"You owe me another kiss..." someone muttered from the other side of the bed.

"Is that...?" Alison's voice sharpened. "Benjie, is he next to you? The French man?"

"I..." Benjie rubbed his eyes, "Can I please explain?"

"I'm not a judge, and you're not in America. Are you having one of those stormy one-night stands? My God, you're living in a Linklater movie. You lucky little bitch. Well, let's talk about how to solve this situation now. You need to stand still. This YouTube video can make you a lot of money, enough for you to stay in Paris for a long time. I have to see if I can help you in The newspaper office finds a regular job and pays you some salary or something—of course, it’s the minimum wage.”

③Richard Linklater, an American director, is famous for creating beautiful romantic movies.

Benji snorted.A Linklater movie? "Of course, but Ai..."

"You want this, don't you? I mean, maybe I can get you a position, something like a French news correspondent or something. It might be easier to do something with a newspaper. You're a journalism major. After graduation, you know how to write news, right?"

Just then, the apartment door slammed open and Alan walked in.

Wole a big trough.

"Benjie? Baby, I'm hugging—" Allen's voice stopped abruptly, and a deadly silence pervaded.Allen stood at the bedroom door, looking between Benjie and the bed.

"Alison, I'll call you later."

***

All right!Zili had to admit that this annoying man was quite handsome.With red hair, freckles, and wrinkles around his eyes, he looks like he should be smiling a lot.Charming guy.

Zili really wanted to punch him in the garbage.

"Hmm..." Allen stared at him with a knife-like gaze, and then he turned his head to look at Benjie.Benjie held his phone to his forehead and looked as if praying, his lips moving silently.

"Little Zi..." Benjie's eyes were pleading, "I need to be with..." His cheeks were flushed, and Zili felt a kind of possessive desire—yes, he was going to give me a kiss after saying his name , "Talk to Allen."

"You've said it twice," Zili half-jokingly said.Benjie smiled back, which made Zili's heart both sweet and a little hurt.

"Twice," he agreed. "Can you help me get my bag out of your cousin's café? How about we meet in front of the Tower at noon?"

"Of course. I—" he pointed to the blanket covering himself, "I need some time alone so I can get dressed."

"of course."

Benjie turned around, pushed Allen to the door, and closed the door behind him.

Ziri got up, picked up his panties, and sat down heavily on the bed.What the hell is he doing now?

***

The only word Benjie can think of when he stares at Allen is "scumbag".How did the past eight years end so easily?Yesterday, before Zili's crazy trip to Paris, that challenge, that kiss, all Benjie could do in Paris was for this—to wait for Alan to come back.Even though Allen has hooked up with Henry he's still waiting for him to come back.But now—he had to admit, something was different.

"Benjie, he is—" Allen pointed to the door, and Zili had already walked out of the apartment with an agreement to meet Benjie at noon.

"His name is Zili. I met him in a cafe. He helped me cheer up."

Allen nodded, "Okay. It's okay, I forgive you. After all, I'm not very good at breaking up with others. And it's not like..." He hesitated to speak, but Benjie was very angry.

"Break up? I didn't understand you? Are you fucking kidding me, Ellen?" It was the third time he was called. "You abandoned me, not us. You left me homeless, away from my family and friends, in a foreign country without a legal job. You're a scumbag .I gave you eight years of my life and you returned cheating and slighting. How long did you sleep with Henry before you decided to break up with me?"

"Our situation is different. We're just... you know, working together. It's just late nights or weekends working on projects together. Just a few jerks and kisses. Me and him think that after spending the weekend together, we'll know What do we really want."

"You know, the thing you should have done was talk to me first. You should have broken up with me before you started hanging out. Why dragged me to Paris if you didn't want me anymore?"

Allen's face became ugly, and his brows were wrinkled together, "Because you changed in Paris, Benjie, you didn't let go of your resentment when we were in America. You—God, do you remember when you were in college? You're not just hot, you're funny. You're like a celebrity in the gay scene. Everyone loves you, and you chose me. We're happy, aren't we?"

"I thought so too." Benjie shrugged.

"Yeah, and then we came to Paris and it was like someone flipped a switch and the charming guy was gone. You stayed in our apartment and slept every day. When we were out partying, you didn't talk to anyone. Of course , you've been to all the tourist spots, but man, you're not a tourist. You live here."

"I'm lonely, homesick, depressed. You kept ignoring me when we went to the party, talking to people in a language I didn't understand."

"You don't even try! Participating is the best way to learn a language..."

"Seriously, as an adult, learning a language is much more difficult if you're involved without guidance, because of the fear of failure and the fear of practical consequences, as Ziri says."

"Oh, so I guess he's an expert?" Allen sneered, "You've changed, Benjy, I haven't."

Benji wanted to see how true that was.

"You're right, loneliness, homesickness and depression can change a person. I don't want these things to happen to others. But there's nothing wrong with hanging out like a tourist. Why do you mix this up? This Is it the point? Is it a reason to alienate me?"

"Why do you always try to stand out? Like a showman? Take those ridiculous selfies?"

"It's my job. And you said you liked being around famous people." Bitterness overwhelmed Benjy. "Tell me the truth, right now. Why did you interrupt this romantic weekend with Henry? Could it be something to do with my hugely watched YouTube video yesterday?"

Allen's eyes glanced aside guiltily, and Benjie had already got the answer he wanted.

"You're right, I've changed. I don't want to be the vase guy you used to show off anymore."

He left, leaving Allen standing there with his mouth open but nothing to say.