winter's weather ~fransykes~

2002

This year, Oli was driving me to Paris for Christmas Eve. He had just recently turned old enough to drive, and acquired a license, so here we were in his dads old car driving down the highway towards the most romantic city in the world. Sure, Oli's driving wasn't the best, but at this point I didn't really care if we were running a few red lights as long as we didn't crash.

Eventually we made it to Paris. It was so beautiful here, with streets upon streets of tall fancy looking houses and cute little boutiques and bakeries. It was almost night time by now, so we made our way straight to the hotel to dump our bags.

The hotel was cute as fuck, with fairy lights strung up across the reception and a little balcony attached to every hotel room. The balcony in our room looked out across the city, giving us a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower in all its glory.

After dumping our bags, we headed back out to go eat at a little Italian restaurant that was near our hotel. Just like the hotel, the restaurant was equally as cute. Luckily for us, there wasn't that many people around so it was peacefully quite whilst we ate our meal.

We talked about our years, our schools, friends, family. I told him about what it was like in London and he told me about all the cool things we could do in Paris. To be honest I didn't really care about what we did, as long as we did it together.

Turns out, Oli knew this city pretty well as he use to live here before he moved to live next to my gran, so his family visited here every summer holidays. After our dinner, he took me along this street with all these huge water fountains, lit up with all the colours of the rainbow. He showed me all the art museums including the famous Louvre, where we took cute pictures together next to the giant glass pyramid.

Finally, we went to the Eiffel Tower itself. The huge structure glowed yellow in the moonlight, lit up by thousands of illuminating lights. I couldn't believe I was in Paris with my boyfriend, it was every hopeless romantics dream.

We held hands as we looked at the iconic building in front of us, taking in its huge size. I looked over at Oli, mesmerised by the way his eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. He was so beautiful, I could remember every freckle and blemish on his face like it was my own.

Suddenly, he turned around and kissed he hard, grabbing my face with both of his hands as I pulled me in towards him. I didn't complain, simply going along with it as we gave each other long, hard kisses right in front of the Eiffel Tower. I pushed him back when he tried to shove him tongue practically down my throat.

"Wow Oli, save it for the bedroom." I smirked, taking a step back from him.

"Why don't we go back to the room then." He smirked, grabbing my hand and dragging me back to the room before I could even reply. We didn't even speak again until we made it back to the hotel, and at that point we were way too busy kissing to say a word.

He didn't even let me breath, as he pushed me back on to the hotel bed, climbing on top of me. I could feel his hands all over me; on my hips, under my shirt,in my hair. I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, as we stripped of both of our shirts and flung them into the floor.

I looked at his pale chest, at the large tattoo he had recently gotten there. His sink was so smooth and soft, even if I could feel the bones of his rib cage through his chest.

"You're so sexy Josh." He whispered into my ear, making me shiver at his hot French accent. He slipped his hand down my chest, making his way towards my jeans before slowly unbuttoning them.

My cheeks famed red, as my whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

His hand traveled down further, down into my boxers and finally grabbing my member before slowly pumping it up and down. It was weird at first, the feeling of someone else touching me there but I got over the awkwardness of it pretty quickly.

Before I knew it, Oli had taken off the rest of his clothes and was pulling my jeans and boxers completely off of me. He went over to his suitcase, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Holy shit, this bastard had planned this entire thing.

He came back over to me and kissed me hard, as he flicked open the top of the lube bottle. He then coated a couple of his fingers in the liquid before lifting my thighs off of the bed slowly, giving him better access.

"You're okay with this right? We can stop here if you want." He said sweetly. He was such a cutie.

"Yeah, I want you Oli. I love you." I said back before kissing him again, guiding his hand down my body until it was where it needed to be. I felt his fingers slowly touch my entrance before one slipped in, making me let out a sound that was a mix of surprise and pain.

He pushed his finger in and out of me before adding another one. The second one hurt a tiny bit more but not that bad. At some point the pain started to become pleasure, and soon I was pushing my hips down on his fingers as I painted heavily.

He smirked down at me, dark eyes even darker than usual. He removed his fingers completely, using his teeth to rip open the condom before putting it over his already hard dick. He looked down into my eyes as he pushed himself into me, throwing his head back in pleasure as he pushed all the way in.

It was painful, really painful but I didn't make a sound. After a couple of seconds the pain was gone, and I made some kind of small moaning noise to let him know that he could more.

And he did. He rocked his hips back and forth into me again and again, making us both pant and moan at the indescribable feeling. I painted out his name over and over again, feeling him hit that one spot inside of me that made warmth take over my every sense.

His hips became faster and faster, as he grabbed my dick with one of his hands and began slowly touching. I soon found myself closer and closer to the edge, craving my release. He must have been feeling the same way, as only seconds later his hips stopped moving and with one last moan he came into the condom.

He kept on moving his hips slowly as he came down from his high, quickly wanking me off until I finally came as well.

I fell back onto the bed, absolutely exhausted from what we had just done. He threw the condom in the bin along with some tissues we used to clean ourselves up, before coming back over to the bed and getting under the covers with me.

I rested my head on his chest as I felt my eyes slowly closing. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.