Page 61 of Love Spell

Later, with twilight settling, time to go, Timo stood with his arms around Noah, both facing the glass while the crowd thinned, everyone melting back to the lift with the last hint of sunlight.

Again, Timo longed for more, imagining fucking Noah at the top of the tower while the iconic lights blazed outside.He only kissed Noah’s neck and stood still until Noah was ready to go.

Holding his hand quite naturally, Timo led him across the bridge, pausing many times while Noah wanted more pictures of the tower lit up at night, then through the park, Jardin des Tuileries.

People remained here, dog walkers and tourists admiring the lights and waterfront on a Saturday night, though it would soon close.It was proper dark by then, Noah’s hot hand in his growing more distracting while Timo wondered if he dared push Noah, then wondered when he’d become such a doormat.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Noah rejecting him.He was quite used to that and, like Timo’s hopeful advances on the train, one never knew until trying.It was always worth trying.No, it was that he didn’t want to upset Noah.Increasingly it was dawning on Timo that Noah didn’t find Timo’s public advances charming or beguiling and that when Noah acted as if he was angry with Timo, he was, in fact, angry with Timo.

Unused to having to consider another’s feelings before deciding his own actions, much less placing those feelings above his own desires, Timo found the sensation disorienting.He couldn’t not be himself.If Noah didn’t like that, he could just — But no.If Noah didn’t like that, it was a problem.

Why was he doubting himself?The train was entirely different and Noah was in a great mood and it was dark and they’d both had a few drinks.It was always worth a shot.If Noah said no, fine.Timo was being ridiculous to think he had to change his whole personality just because Noah occasionally couldn’t understand where Timo was coming from and occasionally found Timo frustrating.Without conflict, where was the spice in the relationship?

What if Noah didn’t like spice?

Then Timo must expand his palate.Nothing wrong with trying something new, for both of them.

Timo stopped Noah on the dark trail between lampposts to kiss him.Noah returned it and Timo’s heartbeat quickened with the unexpected rush.Noah’s mouth still tasted of champagne and he leaned into Timo with no trace of the self-consciousness he’d shown on the train.

“Let’s do a river cruise along with a walking tour,” Noah said.

“I don’t think they run this late.”

“Tomorrow.”Noah laughed.

Timo touched his face, looking into his eyes, studying his features.Noah shied away, then seemed to catch himself, or the alcohol calmed him.Either way, he turned back, let Timo stroke his jaw with the backs of fingers, turned his own head to kiss Timo’s hand.

“Let’s get back to the room,” Noah murmured and started away.

Timo almost counter-offered with, “Why wait?”But also stopped himself.Don’t make this a negotiation.

They wove through wide, gritty paths and trees, stopping often for another kiss, then more, leaning in tight, Noah responding to him but meaning to keep walking.

Three times Timo let him go on, Timo whispering that he’d had the most marvellous day of his life with Noah, Noah flushed, pulling back.

The park was emptying.Still very much exposed with its neat rows of trees and paths as wide as roads, with few nooks where lamplight didn’t reach.They were running out of time, nearing the far side of the park, when Timo spotted the hedges between the main boulevard and the École du Louvre.

He pulled Noah through, finding himself in something of a hedge maze, and this time didn’t hold back.They explored a kiss to its fullest depths and Noah didn’t say no.They felt over one another’s bodies with inquisitive fingers and Noah didn’t say no.Timo opened his own trousers, guided Noah’s hand down the front, and still Noah didn’t say no.

So it wasn’t Timo changing: it was Noah.Hugely relieved in more ways than one, Timo got Noah’s trousers down before shoving him to the grass, staying with him while Noah also didn’t let go.

“We don’t have —”

“Pockets.I’m always prepared.”

“What about —?”

“In my pocket.”

“Really?”

Noah found the tiny tube and again started laughing, not apparently concerned by the noise they were making.

“That is the cutest thing.”

“Care to use it?”Timo was already rolling the rubber down his eagerly waiting cock.

“This is the champagne talking, but yeah, I wouldn’t mind.”

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