Anthony Beauvillier Imagines

til' forever falls apart

WARNING: mentions of abortion

The trade had come to a shock to Anthony, meaning you were beside yourself when it was announced your boyfriend would be moving to Vancouver.

You'd gotten the ESPN notification minutes before there was a knock at your door. You opened it in a daze, finally snapping back to reality when you met Tito's wide blue eyes.

"I- I didn't know baby," he stutters out as he steps forward. "Merde. I didn't know."

You move forward quickly, wrapping your arms around Tito as you pull him into your apartment. He's not crying but his shoulders are shaking as he struggles to take even breaths.

"Baby, you have to breathe," you whisper as you rest your forehead against Anthony's. "Mon amour, look at me."

When you meet Tito's gaze his eyes are filled with sadness, a look that doesn't suit him. You bring your hands up to stroke his cheek, sighing as he leans into your hand.

"Ma chérie... please," Anthony's lips are on yours in a slow, sensual kiss, his hands roaming up your hips to grasp at your hair. "Make me feel better... s'il vous plaît."

And you do, you love Anthony the best way you can. Your bodies tangle together as you make your way into your bedroom. Slowly with gentle brushes and delicate fingers you remove his clothes, taking your time to praise him and give him the comfort he's craving.

When he's stood before you in nothing but his black boxers Tito pulls you to him, locking your lips together as his hands roam your body. His voice is barely a whisper as he tells you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. And as he slowly undresses you, you forget for a moment that he's going to be leaving you soon.

When you're laying below Anthony his movements are slow and loving as he moves above you. His pace is unhurried as he makes love to you, his lips floating between your lips and your neck as he holds you close.

"Bébé, putain, je ne peux pas te quitter," Anthony's voice is trembling as he looks into your eyes, his hands bracketing your face as he whispers to you. "Je ne veux pas te quitter. Je t'aime tellement." (Baby, fuck, I can't leave you. I dont want to leave you. I love you so much.)

"Je t'aime, Beau. Always," you whisper as you meet his eyes. His pace increases after that, drawing out long moans as his hips piston towards yours, both of you chasing release. "Anthony... baby..."

"Come with me, Bébé," Tito moans as his hips stutter, moving faster as he holds you close. "S'il vous plaît... Fuck... Please."

You both fall apart in a mess of tangled limbs and moans, your lips connecting with Tito's as you both ride out your high.

Laying on his chest after you'd both finished, you look up at Anthony with sad eyes, "I'm not breaking up with you so don't even fucking think about it."

The deep laugh that tumbles from Tito's chest makes you smile as you lean up to kiss him, "Never, mon amour."

+

You and Mat take Beau to the airport two days after the trade deal is finalized. The car ride is silent, Beau's hand gripped firmly in yours as you navigate the craziness of airport traffic.

"Okay dude," Mat sighs as Tito's last bag is hauled onto the sidewalk. "If I keep talking I'll cry and that won't be good for anyone. But I love you dude and I'll look after your girl."

Anthony and Mat hug tightly, Mat pulling back and standing to the side as Tito looks at you. Your lip trembles and you throw yourself into his hold, arms wrapped tightly around him as he holds you close.