[ Jean Louis' apartment is spacious, nothing but white walls and light everywhere, newly built too. Whatever problem the other man might have with it, Claude doesn't see it, he could live the remainder of his life in an apartment like this and be a very happy man. For the time being, he's just mooching off of the atmosphere, vegging out on the large corner sofa that takes up half the window-opposing wall, clad in only his jeans and a pair of mint green socks. Like promised, he pretty much shed his shirt first thing stepping inside, at least showing manners enough to actually fold the thing neatly and place it on top of the coat rack in the hallway before conquering the living room with his six pack and his chest hair.
He feels incredibly relaxed. Jean Louis has just provided him with the most thorough massage you could ask for without being a greedy, pseudo-creepy bastard. Shit, it was nice, although his back probably looks a bit worn in places now. He has big hands, does Jean Louis, he'd be able to cover ten piano keys easily, eleven on a good day - he was able to reach from one sweet spot underneath Claude's left shoulder blade to an even sweeter spot near the base of his neck without actively moving his working hand too much. Pretty damn impressive.
Turning away from the TV, he stretches lazily, letting his eyes follow the very notable profile of the other man's face. His nose is as imposing as his grip. A true, Roman arch. In general, Jean Louis carries a southern air about him, from his olive-ish skin to his always smoldering temper, if someone tried making him believe the man was Italian, he might just believe it. The complete opposite of pale, kind of see-through Benjamin. He frowns.
Then, he decides to just go for it. They've been going on these non-dates for months now, if there ever were a time... ]
starter ( changement AU )
He feels incredibly relaxed. Jean Louis has just provided him with the most thorough massage you could ask for without being a greedy, pseudo-creepy bastard. Shit, it was nice, although his back probably looks a bit worn in places now. He has big hands, does Jean Louis, he'd be able to cover ten piano keys easily, eleven on a good day - he was able to reach from one sweet spot underneath Claude's left shoulder blade to an even sweeter spot near the base of his neck without actively moving his working hand too much. Pretty damn impressive.
Turning away from the TV, he stretches lazily, letting his eyes follow the very notable profile of the other man's face. His nose is as imposing as his grip. A true, Roman arch. In general, Jean Louis carries a southern air about him, from his olive-ish skin to his always smoldering temper, if someone tried making him believe the man was Italian, he might just believe it. The complete opposite of pale, kind of see-through Benjamin. He frowns.
Then, he decides to just go for it. They've been going on these non-dates for months now, if there ever were a time... ]
Hey, can I ask you a personal question?