Thursday, June 28, 2012

WIP - French for Love (Book 3 of Valley Love) - 7335 Word count

My inspiration for Jarred

Jarred rushed down the hall. He hated being late for class, but his mother had been in a bad state this morning and he couldn’t just leave her. He knew, soon, he was going to have to find a job so he could hire a full time caretaker for his mother. The money he’d received from Kagen wasn’t enough to pay for such a luxury. Not that it was a luxury. His mother needed someone there that could fix her meals, make sure she ate them; made sure she took her medication and helped her with her personal hygiene. It was tough for Jarred to help his mother with such things as the latter. It embarrassed both of them, despite his love for her. And Rachel Duncan knowing her twenty two year old son was gay only added to the awkwardness.
Jarred slipped quietly through the door and took a seat at the top of the tiers, not wanting to disturb the lecture going on. Usually, he sat at the front, to better concentrate. He smiled at the man he sat next to and then pulled his text book out, only to do a double take and look back at the man sitting next to him. Damn! He’d never seen such a pretty man before. Thick sandy blond hair with light blond streaks, and the deepest blue green eyes he’d ever seen. He couldn’t believe he’d never noticed him before. Jarred’s palms became sweaty and he unconsciously rubbed them on his jean covered thighs. Jarred was painfully shy by nature, so just stared, then blushed when he realized he was. He ducked his head and opened his book, trying to get the racing of his heart to slow down.
“Excusez moi?” The man next to Jarred said. Jarred turned and stared again. Oh, Jesus! How sexy was that? The man was French. Jarred couldn’t stop the coil of desire that warmed his stomach…or the twitch of his cock at the smooth, rich voice. “Iz my first day. Can you help wiz what page to see?” The man asked in a sultry voice.
Jarred nodded, and then snapped his mouth shut when he realized he was gaping. Christ! He needed to get a handle on his suddenly out of control libido. “Uh, page 39.” Jarred said, pointing inanely at his own text book. The man leaned over; brushing his shoulder against Jarred’s to see what he was pointing at. Jarred couldn’t help but inhale the man’s scent and wished he hadn’t when the warmth in his stomach turned to an inferno.
“Oui, merci.” The man said, then turned to a young woman next to him and fired off a sentence in French. Jarred took a few deep breaths to calm down. He’d never had such a reaction to anyone. He tried to ignore the hushed tones of the man and woman speaking in French next to him.
An hour later, and Jarred couldn’t have said what the lecture had been about, he hurried over to the exit. He looked back and noticed the man and the woman looking at him. The man smiled, and oh, what a glorious smile it was. Jarred’s stomach did a flip flop and he turned away quickly, blushing again. He spent the next four classes in a daze. How stupid, he hadn’t even asked the man his name, not that he would have had the nerve anyway. When he entered the lecture hall for his sixth and last class for the day, he chose a seat in the back again. Method Finance was his least favorite class. Mainly because the professor was a total, homophobic ass. It wasn’t common knowledge that Jarred was gay, but he didn’t hide his preference either. And Professor March didn’t hide his disdain for anyone that swung that way. Jarred wondered how he kept his job with such prejudices. Jarred didn’t pay attention as someone sat down next to him. Method Finance was a required degree class, so the lecture hall was crowded.
“Excusez moi?” Jarred heard and spun around to look at the pretty man from his first class. “Zo, we meet again.” The man said and gave Jarred another smile. Jarred’s stomach went into free fall and his tongue froze to the roof of his mouth. “You help me again, s’il vous plait?” The man asked. Jarred swallowed audibly, gave the man a shy smile and nodded. “Merci. The man responded and his smile turned into a blinding grin.
“My name is D’Arcy. Quel est votre nom? What iz you?” The man asked. Jarred blushed.
“Jarred.” He replied.
“Jhar-ed.” D’Arcy said, rolling Jarred’s name in that smooth, rich voice. Jarred’s blush deepened. D’Arcy gazed at Jarred. “Merci, mon timide l’un.” D’Arcy said in a soft voice. Jarred had no idea what D’Arcy said, but didn’t care. It was just thrilling to hear him speak. By the end of class, Jarred was going crazy. The man was just so sexy. And nice. Not that they’d spoken that much. Jarred had already gotten several glowers from Professor March. He didn’t want to get into trouble, but it was D’Arcy who was talking, not Jarred and again, Jarred wondered how the professor could keep his job. When Jarred stood to leave, he felt D’Arcy grab his arm and couldn’t contain the shiver that went through him at the contact. “Je souhaite avoir du café avec vous.” D’Arcy said and Jarred just shook his head. He didn’t know French.
D’Arcy stood up next to Jarred and Jarred sucked in a breath. He hadn’t realized how tall D’Arcy was. He had to be at least 6’1” or more. Jarred’s heart stuttered. “Jhar-ed, I wish to have coffee with you.” D’Arcy repeated in English.
Jarred blushed again. “Really?” Jarred breathed in shock. D’Arcy was stunning. Jarred thought that he would have every girl on campus at his beck and call and wondered why he wanted to have coffee with him. He watched D’Arcy’s face soften.
“Oh, mon timide l’un, oui.” D’Arcy said.
“Um, ok.”  
“Ca va. Où un café est? Where iz a café?” D’Arcy asked.
Jarred’s nerves were jumping. “Follow me.” He said and turned to lead D’Arcy to the campus café. They ordered their coffees and then sat at a small table. Jarred noticed the looks they were getting, but didn’t know how to interpret them. He was pretty sure D’Arcy was straight, though Jarred’s gaydar had never been very good. He’d not known Kagen, his best friend and former boss, was gay until he told him.
The silence was awkward, and Jarred kept sneaking glances at D’Arcy. “Um, so…you are from France?” Jarred asked, trying to fill in the void. Smooth Duncan. Now he’s going to think you are an idiot.
D’Arcy smiled at him. “Oui, I am student. In ze US on visa.” D’Arcy answered him.
Jarred didn’t get to say anything else as the woman he’d seen in his first class walked up to them. “Bonjour, cher. Que faites-vous ici?” The woman asked D’Arcy what he was doing there and leaned down to kiss D’Arcy on the cheek. “Avoir le café avec mon nouvel ami. Il est très timide. Mais je l'aime si. Beaucoup.” D’Arcy answered her, giving her a peck on the cheek in return, letting her know he was there with Jarred because he liked him. A lot.
Jarred turned his head, a stab of jealousy making his stomach clench. Where the hell had that come from? Jarred figured the woman was D’Arcy’s girlfriend.
“Jhar-ed, this is Adalicia. My soeur.” D’Arcy said, and then looked at Adalicia for the English word.
Jarred had no idea what a soeur was, but figured it meant girlfriend or something.
Adalicia put out her hand for Jarred to shake. “Jhar-ed, nice to meet you. I am D’Arcy’s sister.” Adalicia said.
Jarred shook her hand in surprise. “Oh, not his girlfriend?” Jarred blurted out, and then blushed again. His blush deepened when they both laughed.
“Oh, il est enfant mignon. Vous l'avez mauvais, n'est-ce pas?” Adalicia said to D’Arcy, smiling at her brother because he was so smitten before turning to Jarred. “No, D’Arcy would not have an amie…a girlfriend. He likes garcons.” Adalicia said.
Jarred was lost. What the hell were garcons?
“Adalicia!” D’Arcy exclaimed and blushed.
Jarred stared. It was the first time he’d seen D’Arcy blush and damn, but it was hot. “Garcons?” Jarred asked.
D’Arcy’s gaze grew intense, almost predatory and Jarred’s breath hitched in his throat. “I like men, Jhar-ed.” D’Arcy said. “Je vous aime, mon timide l'un.” He added, though Jarred had no idea what he’d said.
Adalicia laughed. “Je vous partirai seul poursuivre votre home.” Adalicia said to D’Arcy, gave him another peck on the cheek and left, after telling him she’d see him at home.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know French, so I don’t know what you were saying.” Jarred said softly, embarrassed.
D’Arcy smiled at him. “No need for sorries. I said, I like you.” D’Arcy told him.
Jarred didn’t know what to say, though he suspected there was a lot more to what was exchanged between D’Arcy and Adalicia then that. “Oh… Really?” Was what came out and he blushed again. He nearly creamed his pants when D’Arcy reached across the table and took his hand. He’d been half hard around the guy anyway, and now his cock stood at attention, pressing against the fly of his jeans almost painfully.
“Oui, you are very…beau. Beautiful.”  
Jarred dropped his head shyly. No one had ever called him beautiful before. He’d always thought of himself as average, nothing special. His last boyfriend had been nearly four years ago. He’d been so caught up in his studies, working for Kagen and taking care of his mother, that he’d not had time to have any kind of relationship. “Um, thank you?” Jarred hesitantly said.
“De rien, mon timide l'un.” D’Arcy said. Jarred went silent, not knowing anything else to say.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and nearly jumped in surprise. They’d been at the café for nearly an hour and he needed to get home to his mother. “Um, I’m sorry. I need to go home. My mother is waiting for me.” Jarred said reluctantly.
“You no stay on campus?” D’Arcy asked.
Jarred shook his head. “No, my mother can’t be left alone all the time.” He replied.
“Ah, donc doux pour s'occuper de votre mere.” D’Arcy said and Jarred gave him a confused look. D’Arcy smiled. “So kind of you to take care of your mother.” He translated. Jarred gave him a shy smile.
“Thank you. Um, would you like to come with me?” Jarred asked. He was astonished at his boldness, but was enjoying being in D’Arcy’s company so much, he didn’t want to part.
“Sûr, j'aimerais à. I would like that.” D’Arcy said with a smile.
Jarred led D’Arcy out to his beat up BMW. He couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach since D’Arcy didn’t let go of his hand. He glanced around to see people’s reaction. It was fairly mixed. A few envious looks from girls. A few frowns of disapproval and some smiles from both men and women. And one very deep scowl from Professor March. Jarred looked quickly away from him.
D’Arcy noticed Jarred tense up and glanced over to the professor. “Do not let ze professor upset you, mon timide l’un.” D’Arcy said, frowning at the teacher. “L'idiot stupide et ignorant.” D’Arcy said under his breath and Jarred understood those words perfectly. It made him smile. D’Arcy let go of his hand when they made it to his car. Jarred spent the ride answering D’Arcy’s questions about the sights they passed, pleased that he could talk to D’Arcy without sounding like a complete moron.
They pulled into the drive of Jarred’s modest home and he led D’Arcy up to the door. D’Arcy had taken his hand again, but dropped it once they entered. Jarred thought he might know why and looked up into D’Arcy’s ocean colored eyes. “She knows I’m gay.” He said and smiled when D’Arcy took his hand again. “Mom! I’m home.” He called out. They found his mother in the kitchen in a huge mess. “Oh, mom.” Jarred said, dismayed.
“I’m sorry Jarred. I was just trying to make myself something to eat.” Rachel Duncan said, her tremors a bit more pronounced than usual.
“Mom, go sit. I’ll clean up and fix you something. Did you remember your medication?” Jarred said and let go of D’Arcy to help his mother to the kitchen table. He saw his mother looking curiously at D’Arcy. “Mom, your medication. Did you remember it?” Jarred tried to get her attention.
“Oh, yes, I think so.” Rachel answered absently, brushing at the floured mess on her shirt.
“Me permettre d'aider.” D’Arcy said and started gathering up dishes.
“What?” Jarred said, distracted as he helped his mother.
“He asked to help.” Rachel said, smiling at D’Arcy.
Jarred looked at his mother in surprise. “You know French?” He asked, astonished.
“Yes, four years in high school, three in college, before I had you.” Rachel answered.
“Iz no problem, I help. I work at home for the personnes âgées in la France.” D’Arcy said as he started water to rinse the dishes.
“Personnes agees?” Jarred mangled the pronunciation as he pulled his mother’s pill bottles from the cupboard. 
“A nursing home for the elderly.” Rachel said.
Jarred just shook his head. “Mom, this is my friend D’Arcy.” Jarred belatedly introduced them. “D’Arcy, Rachel Duncan, my mom.” Jarred set the bottle on the table and opened it for his mother.
D’Arcy wiped his hands and took Rachel’s in one and kissed her knuckles. “Très agréable pour vous rencontrer, mme Duncan.” D’Arcy said.
Rachel blushed. “Nice to meet you too, D’Arcy. Thank you for helping.” Rachel said.
“Mon plaisir pour la mère de mon timide l'un.” D’Arcy said and returned to the dishes.
Rachel’s blue eyes rounded and she looked over at Jarred, then back at D’Arcy. Jarred didn’t notice her look as he opened the dishwasher to put the rinsed dishes in it. D’Arcy saw it, smiled and gave her a small nod. Rachel smiled back. She knew her son had been lonely and she felt guilty that he had to take care of her. He’d been taking care of her for nearly ten years, ever since she was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. She’d once thought that Jarred and Kagen might get together, but Jarred had always said Kagen was just a friend, then they had attended Kagen’s and Croy’s commitment ceremony. Jarred hadn’t acted upset about it, but Rachel could see the sadness. She only hoped D’Arcy was as gentle and kind a soul as Kagen was. She didn’t want her son to get hurt. He’d had enough pain in his life.
“Mom, take your medication. D’Arcy, would you like to stay for dinner?” Jarred told his mother and then asked D’Arcy shyly.
“Merveilleux, oui.” D’Arcy said, and Jarred blushed. “Si doux, mon peu timide l'un” D’Arcy said in a whisper as he looked at Jarred, and then cleared his throat when Rachel stared at him. “I wish to help, s'il vous plait.” D’Arcy said in a louder voice.
Jarred nodded and began to pull ingredients from the fridge. An hour later, with dinner finished, the dishes done, Jarred helped his mother get ready for bed. When he had her settled, he turned to leave and she grabbed his arm. “Jarred. He’s a very nice man. Do you like him?” Rachel asked her son.
Jarred blushed. “Yes.” He said awkwardly.
“I’m glad. I know you have been lonely, even if you spend time with Kagen and Croy.” Rachel said, giving Jarred’s arm a squeeze. “Don’t let him go. I think he could make you happy.” Rachel said.
Jarred nodded, feeling uncomfortable talking about this. Despite the fact that his mother had no problems with his sexuality, he didn’t like discussing it with her.
Rachel laughed, knowing she was embarrassing Jarred. “Go on. Spend some time with your man.” She said lightly.
Jarred blushed again. “He’s not my man, mama.”
“But you want him to be. I can tell.” Rachel retorted with a chuckle.
“Yes.” Jarred said softly, and then left his mother’s room.
When he came back out to the living room, he found D’Arcy looking at the photos lined up on the bookshelf. “You were very cute as a child.” D’Arcy said as he gazed at the pictures.
Jarred stayed silent. What was he supposed to say to that? He sucked in a breath when D’Arcy turned and looked at him. There was no mistaking the heat in the man’s aqua eyes. “Um, are you ready for me to take you back to the campus?” Jarred asked nervously.
“No, I wish to stay here with you.” D’Arcy replied as he made his way over to stand in front of Jarred. Jarred stared down shyly. D’Arcy gently cupped Jarred’s chin and raised Jarred’s head. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the smaller man’s. Jarred was about to combust at the contact. D’Arcy’s lips were soft and warm and when D’Arcy lightly traced his tongue against Jarred’s lower lip, he opened for him. D’Arcy didn’t swoop in like so many men did. He explored gently, his tongue dancing slowly, sensually. Jarred was so aroused, it was painful.
Jarred felt D’Arcy wrap his arm around him and pull him tight against his hard body, his other hand caressed Jarred’s cheek and neck as the kiss deepened. Jarred couldn’t get over how gentle D’Arcy was. No grabbing or groping, and yet the kiss and D’Arcy’s hands on him still spoke of unbridled passion. It was true foreplay, something Jarred had never experienced before. Jarred finally broke the kiss, in dire need of oxygen.
“Show me your bedroom. Je souhaite faire l'amour à vous, mon timide petit l'un.” D’Arcy whispered. 
“What?” Jarred asked in confusion.
“Your bedroom. I wish to love on you.” D’Arcy repeated and Jarred’s heart nearly stopped beating. D’Arcy wanted to love him? Make love to him? To fuck? Jarred suddenly felt panicked, felt as if he was going to pass out, his knees going weak. No man had been so bold, so forthcoming with him and Jarred’s self consciousness overwhelmed him.
“Jhar-ed?” D’Arcy said, feeling Jarred trembling violently. “What scares you, mon timide l’un?”
Jarred just shook his head. What was he supposed to say? He wasn’t scared of sex, just that he would not be what D’Arcy expected. Wouldn’t be any good at it. Afraid D’Arcy would be disappointed in Jarred’s slight frame and average cock. Jarred knew he was no looker. Richard had made that very clear when he’d dumped Jarred. Plus, Richard was Jarred’s only sexual encounter. And Richard had constantly complained about Jarred’s lack of experience, despite knowing Jarred was a virgin when he hooked up with him. Jarred, too embarrassed over his naivety, never said a word when he knew Richard was cheating on him…with women.
“Mon timide l’un, s'il vous plait…please, tell me what upsets you.” D’Arcy said softly, his aqua eyes staring into Jarred’s brown ones. “Do you not wish my love?” D’Arcy added.
“No! I mean yes, but you won’t…I’m not…I have no experience. Only one boyfriend who didn’t like…who didn’t …love me.” Jarred managed to stutter out, his face going crimson at the admission.
D’Arcy’s lips pressed against Jarred’s again, tenderly. “Then he is a…a.. idiot sans valeur…a…” D’Arcy stopped, obviously frustrated. “He is worthless…not worthy of your beauty.” D’Arcy finished. “Come, show me to your bedroom.” D’Arcy repeated and turned Jarred to the hall that led off the living room.
Jarred shook his head. “No, not that way.” He said, and then led D’Arcy back toward the foyer and through a door off the right of the front entrance, down a flight of stairs to a large family room and then to a door in the corner. He opened the door, thankful his mother had taught him from a young age to always keep his room neat. He stood in the center, feeling awkward and unsure what to do, his hands clasped so tightly together, his knuckles were white, his eyes staring at his queen sized bed. D’Arcy had followed him closely and now pressed up against his back. Chills ran up and down Jarred’s spine when D’Arcy leaned down and nuzzled the tender skin of Jarred’s neck below his ear.
He sucked in a breath when D’Arcy’s arms came around him and began to unbutton his shirt. As each inch of skin was revealed, D’Arcy’s fingertips caressed. Jarred was nearly panting by the time D’Arcy pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants and slid it slowly from his body. “Telle belle peau.” D’Arcy murmured, and Jarred wondered what it meant. “Your skin, pleasing…very beautiful.” D’Arcy murmured again as he turned Jarred around to face him. Jarred ducked his head down, unable to look into D’Arcy’s eyes. But D’Arcy didn’t make him look up this time. The rustling of material is what made Jarred glance at D’Arcy. D’Arcy was removing his own clothing and Jarred couldn’t help but stare.
When D’Arcy pulled his shirt over his head and his muscular pectorals and tight washboard abs were revealed, Jarred’s mouth watered. The man was truly stunning. Jarred’s heart went into overdrive when D’Arcy undid his pants, toeing off his shoes. When D’Arcy pushed his pants down, showing that he had nothing on underneath, Jarred’s whole body lit up with overwhelming desire. A trickle of sweat dripped down Jarred’s temple and he trembled in arousal when his gaze landed on D’Arcy’s engorged cock. Shit, but the man was hung like a fucking horse! Jarred’s hole pulsed with need, his own cock, amazingly, growing harder still. His gaze snapped up to D’Arcy’s face when he heard the man purr. D’Arcy drew close, took Jarred’s hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock, D’Arcy’s larger hand over Jarred’s smaller one. D’Arcy used Jarred’s hand to stroke himself and Jarred reveled in the warm, silky skin over rigid flesh. Jarred was torn between watching D’Arcy’s pleasure filled face, and his hand around D’Arcy’s large shaft.
“Continue.” D’Arcy said as he let go of Jarred’s hand, allowing Jarred to stroke him unaided. D’Arcy undid Jarred’s pants, and Jarred’s breath hitched in his throat as D’Arcy pealed back his fly, then pushed his pants and briefs down to his knees. A flush of embarrassment crept up Jarred’s chest and face when his own hard cock was revealed. The sparse hair on his lower abdomen was wet with pre-cum from his leaking dick. His breathing stopped altogether when D’Arcy wrapped his large, but soft hand around Jarred’s aching cock and began to stroke with firm pulls in time with Jarred’s stroking. Jarred couldn’t help the moan that escaped him. “Oui, so good, si très bon.” D’Arcy gasped. Jarred could hardly believe he was at the edge already, pre-cum leaking profusely and slicking his cock for D’Arcy’s tight grip. “D’Arcy…” He warned, even as his hips began to rock. “No, not yet, mon amour.” D’Arcy said and let go of Jarred. Jarred moaned in agony. “Je veux être dans vous quand vous venez. Jhar-ed, I wish to be inside your body when you climax.” D’Arcy said his voice husky with desire, his turquoise eyes nearly consumed by the black of his pupils.
Jarred only nodded, unable to get any words out. He let go of D’Arcy’s shaft and shuffled around his bed to the nightstand on the far side. He pulled open the drawer and withdrew a condom and lube. He quickly checked the expiration date of the foil packet, hoping against hope that it was current. It was…barely. He’d not had need for them in so long. The lube, however, was a new bottle. He turned to hand them to D’Arcy, only to find the taller man had followed him. He leaned down and nuzzled Jarred’s neck, taking the items from him and then gently pushing him onto the bed. Jarred removed his pants and briefs the rest of the way off his legs and scooted to the middle of the bed, his heart slamming against his chest. He could barely breathe; he was so excited and nervous. He started to turn over, only to have D’Arcy stop him. “Non, sur votre dos. Want to see when I enter your body.” D’Arcy said. Jarred’s pulse hitched up another notch at the sensual suggestion. Richard had always taken him from behind; stating seeing his face was too intimate. Jarred had wanted that intimacy, but figured out after Richard dumped him, why the man hadn’t been interested in such intensity. All he’d been interested in was fucking Jarred and denying he was gay, or even bi-sexual.
D’Arcy set the lube and condom down next to Jarred and crawled up the bed until he was hovering over Jarred’s body. He gazed down at Jarred, his blue-green eyes soft, but intense. Jarred couldn’t seem to look away. He suddenly closed his eyes when D’Arcy lowered his body onto Jarred, the warm skin contact nearly overwhelming. D’Arcy shifted until their cocks were aligned and rocked gently into Jarred. Jarred gasped at the sensation. Everything that D’Arcy had done so far was new to Jarred and he was overcome with emotions. He could feel his eyes stinging and bit his lip to keep from crying. No one had ever been so gentle, so loving, so focused on him. “Dieu, vous êtes si beau. Si sensible. Si parfait.” D’Arcy whispered as he nuzzled Jarred’s neck. He continued to kiss and lick down Jarred’s body, paying special attention to Jarred’s nipples, making Jarred arch uncontrollably into him. So caught up in the passion, Jarred cried out when his aching cock was suddenly wrapped in a warm, wet cocoon. He thrust upwards, unable to stop himself, and felt D’Arcy use his large hands to hold him down as he took Jarred’s length all the way into his throat. Jarred cried out again when D’Arcy swallowed around the head of his cock. Jarred’s entire body was vibrating with need and he knew he wasn’t going to last. “D’Arcy…” He warned even as his balls drew up tight.
Jarred actually groaned in frustration when D’Arcy released his cock, then berated himself. He should be thankful that D’Arcy was doing anything at all. He had his eyes squeezed shut, his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting hard enough to almost draw blood. “Jhar-ed.” Jarred heard D’Arcy say his name. But he didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes. He heard the pop of the lube cap and his breath hitched. He then felt D’Arcy’s gentle fingers circling his hole, occasionally pressing. He unconsciously spread his legs, giving the other man better access. D’Arcy purred in approval, leaning down to kiss Jarred. D’Arcy’s tongue slid into Jarred’s mouth at the same time one finger slipped into his body. He almost hissed at the burn, but held it in, not wanting to dissuade D’Arcy. He couldn’t help the jerk of his body at the slight pain though. It had been over four years since Jarred had had sex, and he knew this was going to hurt, especially given the size of D’Arcy’s impressive cock. He could feel sweat building up on his body as D’Arcy prepared him, another finger joining the first. D’Arcy had moved his mouth to nuzzle, lick and nip at Jarred’s neck and Jarred bit his lip again as he worked through the pain.
Jarred’s body tensed when D’Arcy added a third finger and he nearly groaned when D’Arcy stopped what he was doing, leaning up and looking down at Jarred. “Jhar-ed…look at me.” D’Arcy said and Jarred opened his eyes. The concern in D’Arcy’s gaze made Jarred’s eyes sting again. “I am hurting you, mon timide l’un.” D’Arcy said and Jarred shook his head. “Do not lie, Jhar-ed. How long?” D’Arcy asked. Jarred’s face turned crimson and he lowered his eyes, not wanting to see D’Arcy’s reaction at his words. “Over f..f..four years.” Jarred stuttered with embarrassment. “Le bon Seigneur, vous êtes pratiquement vierge.” D’Arcy exclaimed. Jarred didn’t know what D’Arcy had said, but he figured it couldn’t be good. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the rejection that was sure to come. He felt D’Arcy remove his fingers and Jarred tried to turn away. D’Arcy wouldn’t let him. “No, my little virgin. We will go slower. I do not wish to hurt you, mon timide l’un.” D’Arcy said and then manipulated Jarred’s body until he was on his side, with D’Arcy behind him. “I wish to zee your face when I take you, but this will be easier.” D’Arcy said and then Jarred felt D’Arcy’s fingers renew their invasion. Jarred wasn’t sure what to make of the virgin comment. He wasn’t a virgin, but nearly so. It had been so long. Maybe he was.
Jarred tried to make his body relax to make it easier, but he was too tense, too overwhelmed, too self-conscious. D’Arcy’s lips were on him again, kissing the nape of his neck, his shoulders, behind his ear. He shuddered at the sensations. D’Arcy’s other hand was slowly, gently running his fingers through Jarred’s hair, soothing. Jarred finally felt his body relax some as D’Arcy’s fingers worked their way in and out of his entrance. That was until D’Arcy curled his fingers slightly and white lightening shot through Jarred’s body and he cried out, thrusting forward on instinct. In theory, Jarred knew that D’Arcy had just hit his prostrate, but Richard had never managed to do that in the few times he’d fucked Jarred. It was an incredible feeling and Jarred found himself pushing back, searching for that feeling again. D’Arcy gave it to him, rubbing across the little bump and making Jarred’s body shudder violently. His cock was engorged more than it had ever been, leaking so much that a string of precum hung from the tip to the mattress. Jarred’s body felt as if it were on fire, and with relief, he felt himself open up to D’Arcy’s fingers. “Oui, oui, that’s it, mon amour, that’s it.” D’Arcy said, his voice husky with need.
D’Arcy removed his fingers, Jarred whimpering at the loss. “Aucunes inquiétudes. Je vous ai, l'amant.” D’Arcy said and Jarred wished he understood French. But just the sound of D’Arcy speaking French to him was sexy as hell and aroused him more than he thought possible. He waited, panting, his heart racing as D’Arcy reached across him and grabbed the condom. He wished he had the courage to ask D’Arcy to let him roll the rubber onto him, but he was too shy. The next thing he felt was the cool, slicked blunt press of D’Arcy’s considerable cock. Jarred sucked in a breath and waited for the pain. D’Arcy wrapped his arms around Jarred, pulling him tightly to his chest, one hand wrapping around his cock and squeezing. Jarred moaned and thrust into D’Arcy’s grip. So caught up in the wonderful friction of D’Arcy’s hand, he didn’t realize that D’Arcy had pushed forward until he felt the man’s pubic hair on his ass cheeks. Son of a bitch!! D’Arcy was completely inside him and he hadn’t felt any pain. There was no pain now either, just an incredible fullness that made Jarred’s dick pulse.
D’Arcy began to move, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting forward, long, deep, slow thrusts that raked across Jarred’s gland. Jarred couldn’t help the groans, moans, whimpers and gasps that escaped him. He’d never been so vocal. He knew he wasn’t going to last, feeling the tingling traveling up his spine as D’Arcy’s thrusts grew faster and deeper. He was on the edge, about to go over when D’Arcy shifted; lifting his thick muscled thigh over Jarred’s hip and started thrusting in short hard fast jabs into his body. Every one of those jabs pegged his prostrate and Jarred grabbed D’Arcy’s leg and cried out as his cock erupted all over D’Arcy’s hand and the sheets. “La baise, mon amour, baiser. bon, donc bon!” D’Arcy shouted from behind him and suddenly ground himself against Jarred’s ass as Jarred felt D’Arcy’s cock thicken and pulse and a warm sensation filled his insides. Knowing D’Arcy was coming inside him threw Jarred into a second orgasm that had him gasping and crying out again and completely stunned.
As they caught their breath, Jarred had to hold in a giggle. Each time one of them shivered in aftershocks, it set the other one off. Not something that had ever happened with Richard. Richard would get off, pull out and usually leave, never once considering Jarred’s need. Jarred had never climaxed with Richard in him, and certainly never climaxed twice and then reveled in the feeling of the other man staying buried within him. D’Arcy didn’t withdraw, for that matter; he pulled Jarred closer, wrapping his much larger body around him. Jarred was flabbergasted at the sensation of D’Arcy in him, around him, over him. He’d never felt so complete before, so protected and wanted. But, he wasn’t stupid. He knew this was a onetime thing. D’Arcy was too gorgeous and sexy to want to be with him. Dirty blond hair, brown eyes, shy…boring. Average. Nothing special. But Jarred would take what he could get while it lasted and wiggled further into D’Arcy’s embrace.
He must have fallen asleep, because he woke up to complete darkness. He stayed still, taking stock. It wasn’t hard to figure out D’Arcy was still here, considering he was still buried inside Jarred’s body. His strong arms were wrapped around Jarred’s chest, one hand cupping Jarred’s soft cock. It was an intimate hold, and had Jarred’s eyes stinging again. It was with little shock that he knew he was half way in love with the sexy man. But that revelation came with the knowledge that it was going to hurt when D’Arcy moved on. A whole lot more than when Richard had dumped him. Jarred sighed, and then froze when he felt D’Arcy stir. The bigger man very gently pulled from his body, but Jarred still winced. He was going to be sore for a while, not that he was going to complain. To feel that was wonderful and he would be sad when the feeling went away, knowing it would never happen again. “Mmmm, mon amour.” D’Arcy mumbled, his hands starting to wander across Jarred’s body, his lips grazing the tender skin below Jarred’s hair on the back of his neck. Jarred shuddered and felt himself hardening. Damn! It took so little for D’Arcy to turn him on. D’Arcy’s large, soft hand began to caress Jarred’s shaft, his fingers manipulating his balls gently, Jarred’s breathing getting ragged. Just minutes later, Jarred was at a full erection and aching.
He gave a startled squeak when D’Arcy grabbed him and flipped him around to land on top of the bigger man. His widened eyes, but could only make out the silhouette of D’Arcy’s face in the dark room. “Love me Jhar-ed. I want to feel you inside me. S'il vous plaît, mon amour. Faire l'amour à moi.” D’Arcy said in a raspy voice. Jarred was stupefied that D’Arcy wanted Jarred to fuck him. No one had ever wanted Jarred like that. “S'il vous plait…” The pleading voice was too much for Jarred. He rooted around until he found the lube, and then groaned, knowing he was going to have to get up to grab another condom. “Wait. I have to grab a rubber.” Jarred said regretfully, starting to pull away. He was so worried that D’Arcy would change his mind at the delay. “No, I am clean. You no need the préservatif.” D’Arcy replied pulling Jarred closer and wrapping his long legs around Jarred’s thin waist. Jarred was torn. He didn’t know D’Arcy well enough to believe him, and D’Arcy didn’t know if Jarred was clean, even though he was. He felt D’Arcy’s body grow soft with understanding, his legs dropping to the side to allow Jarred up. “My test iz in my wallet. You wish to zee, mon amour?” D’Arcy said quietly. Jarred shook his head. That D’Arcy carried it with him was enough. Jarred’s latest test was in the nightstand drawer if D’Arcy wanted to see it.
Jarred shifted to the side and popped the cap to the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers, and without looking towards D’Arcy’s face, moved his hand between D’Arcy’s legs. The moment Jarred’s first finger breached D’Arcy’s entrance, he had to stop and breathe deeply before he exploded like a teenager. He only hoped that D’Arcy enjoyed what he was going to do since he’d never topped before. And he sure as hell had never done bareback. “Mmmm, so good, mon amour, so good.” D’Arcy mumbled and rocked, pulling Jarred’s finger deeper, spreading his legs wider to give Jarred room. Jarred searched and then gave a little smile when he found D’Arcy’s prostrate and the man bucked and cried out. “Plus, Jhar-ed, me donner plus!” D’Arcy pleaded, his hands clenching at Jarred. Jarred added another finger, reveling in the feeling of D’Arcy’s body, the muscles constricting under his hands, D’Arcy’s breathing ragged. Knowing D’Arcy was hard, Jarred’s mouth watered and he scooted down to lick at the drops of precum pearling at the tip. D’Arcy tasted exquisite and Jarred wrapped his lips around the engorged head, his tongue dipping into the slit to taste more. “Baise! Dieu oui, Jhar-ed!” D’Arcy cried out as his fingers buried into Jarred’s hair, his large hands guiding Jarred’s mouth to take him deeper. Richard had never wanted Jarred’s mouth on him, but Jarred had given a few random blow-jobs in the back rooms of gay bars and was eternally thankful that he had no gag reflex. He could deep throat, though he wasn’t sure he was any good at it. He let D’Arcy’s considerable shaft slide deeper until the head bumped the back of his throat. The man was long enough that he couldn’t take his full length, so Jarred used his free hand to stroke what his mouth couldn’t reach.
D’Arcy was literally thrashing under Jarred and Jarred’s heart swelled with pride and arousal to know he was giving D’Arcy such pleasure. He added a third finger to D’Arcy’s hole as he sucked the man as deep as he could. He wanted to taste D’Arcy’s release, wanted the man’s seed to fill his mouth, but D’Arcy had other ideas as he pulled Jarred’s mouth from his dick with a pop. “Maintenant, Jhar-ed, j'ai besoin de vous maintenant. Avoir besoin d'à vous me remplir.” D’Arcy grated out, his voice husky with need. Jarred didn’t know what D’Arcy had said and so didn’t know what to do. He needn’t have worried as D’Arcy pulled him up onto his body and wrapped his long, muscular legs around Jarred’s slim hips again. “Penetrate me Jhar-ed, love me.” D’Arcy whispered and then kissed Jarred with an intensity Jarred had never experienced before. With some awkwardness, and difficulty with the way D’Arcy was clinging to him, Jarred managed to slick up his aching cock. He wasn’t nearly as big as D’Arcy, so once the lube was applied, he slammed into D’Arcy’s open and willing body. D’Arcy didn’t even grunt at the invasion, but Jarred held still, allowing D’Arcy to accustom to his thickness and for Jarred to keep from shooting his load right then and there at the tight, hot moist grip around his bare shaft. Jarred didn’t even have words to describe the feeling.
“Move, mon amour, love me.” D’Arcy groaned and rocked up against Jarred. That was all the encouragement Jarred needed. He pulled completely out and then thrust back in. He fell into a rhythm, not fast or hard, but steady, soaking up the sensation of D’Arcy’s channel gripping him, the heat nearly unbearable in its intensity. D’Arcy lifted to meet every thrust. “Harder Jhar-ed, make me feel you forever. Make me yours.” D’Arcy said, his voice rough and low. D’Arcy’s sensual words spurred Jarred on and he hiked his body up, pushing D’Arcy’s legs further up and apart and gave the bigger man what he wanted. He leaned somewhat to the side, and used a hand to grip D’Arcy’s bobbing cock, stroking it roughly. “Come for me, D’Arcy.” Jarred said, ignoring his shock at being so aggressive. He’d never been so bold, but the dark room gave Jarred courage he otherwise wouldn’t have. Jarred had always been the passive bottom, but he hoped D’Arcy’s responses to what he was doing were genuine, unable to tell without seeing D’Arcy’s face. The man’s writhing, bucking and groans made Jarred feel as if he couldn’t do anything wrong. He tightened his grip on D’Arcy’s length; twisting his hand each time he reached the leaking head, smearing the precum to ease the friction. D’Arcy was rocking violently back and forth between Jarred’s hand and his cock. Jarred was on the edge, nearly panting with the exertion, sweat painting his body. Suddenly, D’Arcy cried out an intense string of French, his cock thickening and pulsing and long strings of white come shot out, hard enough to coat D’Arcy’s neck and chin. As D’Arcy’s channel squeezed around Jarred, he couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fuck! D’Arcy! God….” Jarred yelled, thankful his room was so far removed from his mother’s. Jarred ground his hips against D’Arcy’s ass, thrusting his cock as deeply as he could as it emptied into D’Arcy’s body. Knowing he was filling the larger man up with his seed without the barrier of latex lengthened Jarred’s orgasm until he felt like he would never drag another breath in. He felt tears streaking his cheeks, and didn’t understand why he would be crying at a time like this. At the last few spurts of his cock, Jarred froze, his body trembling with aftershocks before he collapsed on top of D’Arcy’s sweat soaked body. D’Arcy instantly wrapped his strong arms around Jarred, holding him gently, but tightly. Jarred barely noticed as he fell asleep still buried inside D’Arcy’s body.

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