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"Monsieur?"
Pausing in his way down the dimly lit hallway, Billy turned when he heard himself being addressed, looking for the owner of the hesitant voice. It was Javier, hands tucked behind his back and peeking out from under his boyish mop of amber curls.
"Oui, Javier? Quel est erroné?*" Javier closed the distance between himself and Billy, his eyes downcast as he stopped. Billy studied his young garçon closely, concerned for the boy who was usually shy, yes, but much happier than he appeared tonight.
Javier struggled with what he wanted to say, and Billy reached out to him, rubbing an affectionate hand up and down the boy's arm. Javier calmed under Billy's touch, raising his gaze to Billy and murmuring softly as he spoke.
"Monsieur, I know it is not my place to ask, but..." And Javier paused again, his cheeks reddening. Billy offered him an encouraging smile, tugging gently on Javier's hand in an effort to get him to continue. "I... I wanted to know why you do not take me to your bed any more. Do I not please you?"
The expression on Javier's face was earnest, and worried, and Billy's heart ached at the sight. Wordlessly Billy pulled Javier to him, holding the young garçon in a tight embrace, one hand coming up to rub soothingly against the back of Javier's neck. Javier returned Billy's embrace eagerly, his face pressed into the soft wool of Billy's dress coat, and Billy let him stay there for as long as he needed to.
Javier pulled back several moments later, looking somewhat comforted, if not necessarily happy again. Billy saw this, and didn't let Javier step too far our of his embrace, the hand on the back of Javier's neck keeping him close.
"You always please me, beau. Never doubt that. But mon amour; my Elijah; he does not want me to share my bed with others, and I do not in order to make him happy."
Blinking, Javier seemed to struggle with the concept of a monogamous bed. His mother had been a prostitute as well, after all, and it was what he knew. "But don't you miss it, Monsieur?" And Javier pressed a little closer, his voice softening, body warm and willing. "Don't you miss me?"
Billy struggled with himself not to kiss Javier right then, the garçon's sweet mouth only centimeters away. Swallowing, Billy's voice came out a bit weaker than he expected it to. "That is not the point."
"Monsieur, but what of your happiness? If your amour loves you so, wouldn't he want you to have your every desire?"
Letting his hand drop slowly from the back of Javier's neck, Billy used it to open the door of his suite, ignoring the faint shaking he could feel in his fingers as they gripped the cold brass handle.
"Good night, Javier." Stepping inside, Billy closed the door, leaning his forehead against it as he flipped the lock.
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Pausing in his way down the dimly lit hallway, Billy turned when he heard himself being addressed, looking for the owner of the hesitant voice. It was Javier, hands tucked behind his back and peeking out from under his boyish mop of amber curls.
"Oui, Javier? Quel est erroné?*" Javier closed the distance between himself and Billy, his eyes downcast as he stopped. Billy studied his young garçon closely, concerned for the boy who was usually shy, yes, but much happier than he appeared tonight.
Javier struggled with what he wanted to say, and Billy reached out to him, rubbing an affectionate hand up and down the boy's arm. Javier calmed under Billy's touch, raising his gaze to Billy and murmuring softly as he spoke.
"Monsieur, I know it is not my place to ask, but..." And Javier paused again, his cheeks reddening. Billy offered him an encouraging smile, tugging gently on Javier's hand in an effort to get him to continue. "I... I wanted to know why you do not take me to your bed any more. Do I not please you?"
The expression on Javier's face was earnest, and worried, and Billy's heart ached at the sight. Wordlessly Billy pulled Javier to him, holding the young garçon in a tight embrace, one hand coming up to rub soothingly against the back of Javier's neck. Javier returned Billy's embrace eagerly, his face pressed into the soft wool of Billy's dress coat, and Billy let him stay there for as long as he needed to.
Javier pulled back several moments later, looking somewhat comforted, if not necessarily happy again. Billy saw this, and didn't let Javier step too far our of his embrace, the hand on the back of Javier's neck keeping him close.
"You always please me, beau. Never doubt that. But mon amour; my Elijah; he does not want me to share my bed with others, and I do not in order to make him happy."
Blinking, Javier seemed to struggle with the concept of a monogamous bed. His mother had been a prostitute as well, after all, and it was what he knew. "But don't you miss it, Monsieur?" And Javier pressed a little closer, his voice softening, body warm and willing. "Don't you miss me?"
Billy struggled with himself not to kiss Javier right then, the garçon's sweet mouth only centimeters away. Swallowing, Billy's voice came out a bit weaker than he expected it to. "That is not the point."
"Monsieur, but what of your happiness? If your amour loves you so, wouldn't he want you to have your every desire?"
Letting his hand drop slowly from the back of Javier's neck, Billy used it to open the door of his suite, ignoring the faint shaking he could feel in his fingers as they gripped the cold brass handle.
"Good night, Javier." Stepping inside, Billy closed the door, leaning his forehead against it as he flipped the lock.
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