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22-come' round again

elio

elijah and i decided to go our separate ways due to the lack of romance we felt between us. it was a blunt and simple break up, he flew back to england about a week later to live with his parents again.

it's been about half a year since then, school is going well, it isn't all i was expecting but i've made a few good connections with people (mostly my teachers honestly, i always found it easier to talk to adults).

i decided to get a job on weekends to keep myself busy, partying turned out to be drugs and - as dark as it sounds - aids being a prominent theme in today's society, i decided to steer clear of that bullet, my parents aren't paying for me to die.

i work in a little coffee shop, fifteen minutes from campus. paris is a beautiful place during the summer.

it's been a year since i left and i'm going to be flying home soon to spend the summer in italy with my family. we aren't getting any help this summer, my parents decided it would be best for me to have time to myself. i didn't complain.

just as i finished serving my last customer of the day and was hanging up my apron, i heard the little bell ring. "nous sommes fermés" [we're closed] i spoke, turning on my heel.

and there my heart goes again,
skipping, skipping, skipping.

"oliver?" the name came out as a whisper, he looked at me with the same shock dripping from his face.

"what, i, how" my words came out in a tumble, i couldn't push down the bubble of excitement that had formed in my stomach

"elio, i didn't know you'd be here" he walked over to the counter, i had a fixed grin on my face.

"school's just down the road" i informed him, my voice still barely audible.

"what're you doing here?" the words left my mouth (which was still in a wide smile).

"i got offered a job somewhere, should we sit down?" he stopped himself. i nodded and turned to grab my coat and my coffee i made, i asked if he wanted anything and he politely declined.

we walked out together and i locked up the shop, i decided to tour him round the city, since i'd had a year to learn where the best places to sit and chat were.

we eventually made it to the eiffel tower where we both sat and gazed up at the magnificent structure.

"how've you been" he turned to face me.

"good, school is tough, but i'm glad i decided to come. you?" i reflected the question

"busy, i actually have a meeting in half an hour, business proposal" he slipped in. "so i best be off soon, it was lovely to see you. hey, drop by my hotel, i'm staying at the le meurice room thirty-six" he informed me, and with a quick smile he was on his way. i chuckled at his pronunciation of the le meurice.

i was so infatuated with the way he could leave so beautifully-gracefully, i almost didn't notice that he left his jacket. i looked up again but by this time he was nowhere to be seen.

i decided against going to give it to him now as he would be in his meeting, so i went back to come down from my high in my dorm room.

god, who needs drugs when you have a surprise lover meet you in 'the city of love'

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i arrive at his room after the long journey to the seventh floor, the elevator was broken so the stairs were my only option. i'd had a few drinks prior to my arrival to soften the blow of seeing him again since my heart wasn't prepared previously.

i knocked a few times and stood still, leaning against the door frame with his coat looped over my arm.

i heard a soft 'coming' from inside the room, i rolled my shoulders to try and relieve some on the rapidly building tension.

he opened the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his golden hair dripping.

"sorry, is this a bad time?" i muttered quickly. even with his increasing age, he looked as young as the first day i saw his picture. in the back of the cupboard.

"no elio, come in" he smiled warmly, the familiar sense of comfort flooded though me. i hung up his coat on the way in and shut the door behind me.

i stood waiting for him to say something, he hand his back turned to me. the alcohol in my system was telling me to get closer to him anyway i could. or maybe i was blaming the alcohol and it was really my heart talking.

he never once questioned why i was there, i later figured out that leaving his coat had been a set up.

either way, the next series of events would've been unlikely had we both been sober.

i got closer to him, giving myself what i wanted. my lips brushed his exposed shoulder, finding their way to his neck, i always knew where his spot was.

it took minutes for us to find our way to his bedroom. both of us panting messes, trying desperately to remove what little clothing kept us from each other.

he pinned me down against the sheets, my mouth meeting his as we moulded together into one. a gasp escaped my mouth as he entered me, he chuckled deeply into my mouth, resulting in a tongue bite from me.

it was slow, the way we were our first time. we'd been apart for so long, that now we were together the moment had to be savoured. it wasn't just sex to us (no matter how much we did it), it was never just for the feeling. well it was for a feeling, the connection that love making brought to us both was sensational.

as his pace quickened so did my groans, it didn't matter our volume, what are hotels for? he brought his head down to my ear and muttered his own name each time our hips met, i moaned my own title back, hoping for some sort of equal reaction.

i kissed him, it was so full of desperation and passion. the desperation to be close to touch every bit of skin i could find. but as the saying goes all good things must come to an end.

he finished himself and then helped me, we couldn't tell what was sweat and what wasn't. 'a beautiful mess' oliver would often call it back home during our encounters.

we kissed for some time under the sheets, wrapped in each other. we stayed like that until we both feel into sleep. it was the most restful night i'd had in a long time, because i knew that right now he was mine and i was his.

so i slept, until the break of morning awakened me and reality set in. but the mistake was irreversible, even if it wasn't, i wouldn't undo it for the world.