DIFFERENT

2 -- Getting To Know You

So, Dear Reader,      

An exciting night for Prince Larry !!  We join him again, in his apartment, in the not so early hours of the next morning.  Princess Melissa is still sleeping, having fucked her prince senseless the night before, as promised.  Prince Larry quietly sneaks into the kitchen, Prince Laurent's card in hand..........

Larry stood in the kitchen, just staring at Laurent's card.  Like it held some kind of magic power.  It did.  It had the power to make Larry smile, and touch his lips, again.  And again.  He was absolutely smitten with this man, and this man, apparently, was equally as smitten with him.

He didn't need to ask himself what he should do next, he knew what he was going to do, he just had to decide when the best time would be to do it.  Now.  Now was the best time.  He sneaked into the spare bedroom, across the other side of the apartment, as far away from the sleeping Melissa as he could.  He didn't even feel guilty.

He pressed the keypad on his phone, clearing his throat, sitting down on the side of the bed.  

"Oui ?"  

---   Shit !   ---

"'Ello, oui ?"

---   Shit !  Shit !!   ---   Say something !!

"Uhh, hello ?  Laurent ?"

"Oui, qui est-ce, sils vous plais ?" (Yes, who is this, please ?)

"Uhh, it's Larry, you..... um ..... gave me your card last night ?"    ---   See, he doesn't even remember me, he probably goes around giving his card to every Tom, Dick, and Larry   ---  Silence.  He didn't know if it was a good silence, or a bad silence.

"Larreee-uh ......" Laurent sighed.  It was a good silence.  "Sorry, I did not remember you name.  Fro, Larry........ Amazing eyes, Larry ........ Soft lips, Larry ........" he hummed, almost sending him into orgasmic shock.  That voice, that voice again, it was turning his insides out, and he blushed the loveliest shade of pink.  

"Uhhmm, if you insist.... um..... I hope I didn't disturb you too early".  It was noon.

"Non, I up since 6 am.  I am busy.  You are not busy ?"  He laughed and Larry's heart leaped into his mouth.  How the fuck is this possible ?  What kind of voodoo shit spell did this man cast last night, in his obscenely tight jeans, dripping in silver, chocolate drowning pools for eyes.  How ?  He needed to know.  Laurent spoke again.

"Will you have dinner with me tonight, Larreee ?"  He loved the way he said his name, it was as if he was almost singing it.  Larry nodded his answer.

"Larry ?"  Oh, shit, better say something,

"Yes, yes, I can do that ..... yes".

"Where are you, I can send a car ..."  No, no, he didn't want that.  ---   I'm an independent man, I can find my own way there, I'm not a g....   ---  

"No, it's OK, I'll meet you ..... wherever ..."

"OK, how about Le Brasserie, by the bridge, at 7 ?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know where it is.  Sounds good"

"OK, I see you then, Larry.  I look forward to seeing you again, so much.  Au revoir, mon cheri "

Again, what the hell was this ?  All Larry  knew was he desperately wanted to find out.  And Melissa ?  No problem, he'd tell her he needed some time to himself, they had been living in each other's pockets for the last week, and she was wearing on him like new shoes on a blister.  He was so independent, a bit of a loner and he liked his own company.  She couldn't deny him the time to himself, she wouldn't dare.