Je t'aime

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POV: Bible

So salty, but so so good.

Bible shuddered around him. It was kind of a lot to take in, the size, the heat, the pressure to breathe properly, but he pushed through, because seeing Jes like this? Worth every second of effort.

Jes's neck veins, those ones Bible noticed during the wedding were popping like tension wires. His usual puppy-dog eyes had sharpened into something more primal, thin slits of hunger focused completely on Bible below him.

Shit, Bible thought. How is this so perverted?

Steam wrapped around them like a second skin, the hot water pouring down as the whole bathroom transformed into a foggy sin cave. The mirrors were completely fogged up. Bible half expected someone to write "HELP" in the condensation. (But not before writing "DO NOT DISTURB.")

And yet, in all this heat and chaos, he was calm. Focused.

He wanted Jes on the edge, wanted him wrecked, wanted him undone. Let the man suffer a little. Payback for all that teasing on the plane, where Bible had ignored him just to watch Jes squirm.Well, now he was under the hot stream, squirming all right. In the best way.

Bible grinned inwardly. Let's see how long he lasts.

"Stop—" Jes suddenly grumbled, voice rough and shaking.

Bible knew exactly what that meant.Game on.If Jes was trying to hold back, that only made Bible double down.

Like a man chasing the finish line, he picked up the pace, his mouth moving faster, more determined, pushing Jes right to the edge. It was a race now, and Bible had every intention of winning.

"You—aaaah—" Jes gasped, his voice cracking as his grip tightened in Bible's hair, hard enough to sting. The pressure, the control—it made Bible shiver.

And then it hit. Jes came hard, the release sudden and hot, hitting the back of Bible's throat so fast he nearly choked. He swallowed like a good boy, like he wanted to. Every last drop.

By the time he pulled back, breathless and slick-lipped, his eyes sparkled with pride.

Jes, still gasping, stared down at him like he'd just seen God.

"You—" Jes whispered, brushing his thumb over Bible's now swollen lips.

"Me," Bible grinned, cocky and unrepentant.

Jes's voice dropped low, almost like a threat—but the good kind. "You know what you did, right? That means we're not leaving this room for the next few hours."

"But..." Bible pouted dramatically, slowly standing up, "I wanted to see the Eiffel Tower."

Jes's smirk could've been trademarked. "I have an idea how we can do both."

Bible squinted. "I don't trust that idea."

Still, curiosity—and the towel Jes grabbed—got the better of him. He followed as Jes led them both out of the steamy bathroom and back into the bedroom. The lights were dimmed, but the floor-to-ceiling window glowed from the outside.

Jes pulled him close, gently drying the water from his skin, his voice low in his ear. "Look."

Outside, the Eiffel Tower sparkled in the Paris night, golden and proud.

Bible stood still, mesmerized. "Wow..." he mumbled, "Gustave Eiffel really was a genius."

Jes was already working behind him, hands sneaking around, guiding him closer to the window. A low shelf lined the sill, just the right height to rest on.

Bible blinked. Wait...

Jes took Bible's hands and placed them on the shelf.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice almost playful. "You're about to enjoy Paris in a very special way."

Before Bible could protest, Jes gently bent him forward, his body falling into a perfect, helpless arch. Jes stood behind him, admiring the view.

"You're wicked," Bible muttered, already breathless as Jes nudged his legs apart for better access.

Jes chuckled as he took a bottle of lube from the nightstand, applying a generous amount and rubbing it over Bible's ass with focused, reverent hands.

"How are you always this stretchable?" he asked with mock disbelief, squeezing lightly.

"You're such a pervert," Bible huffed, trying to sound annoyed—but his body said otherwise, shivering under Jes's touch.

Jes leaned in, voice dark and honey-slick.

"Shhh..." he whispered. "Just enjoy the Eiffel Tower... in the best way possible."

And then, he pushed his fingers in, slow but firm.

"Ah—!" Bible gasped, his legs nearly buckling under him. Instinctively, he tried to close them, but Jes was right there, steadying him, gently pushing his thighs apart again.

"Uh-uh," Jes said low, mouth close to Bible's ear. "Just bear with it, yeah? You're doing so good."

That voice. That voice.It wasn't just the touch, it was the words. The way Jes spoke. That calm, commanding tone that made Bible melt and burn all at once.

It was unfair.

Bible's mind swirled.Jes was a CEO, a man who led rooms full of executives, who wore suits like armor and gave polished speeches, and yet, here he was, talking him through being fingered against a Parisian window like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And his mouth?That mouth was filth incarnate. Bible couldn't believe half the things Jes said when they were like this, and the other half made him want to cry from sheer pleasure.

Jes curled his fingers just right, and Bible whimpered, his breath fogging up the glass in front of him. Below, the city sparkled. Above, the Eiffel Tower lit up like a private firework show.

"Jes..." he moaned, voice trembling. "You're—unbelievable."

Jes smiled behind him, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. "And you're exactly where you should be."

With a low groan, he lined himself up, pressing the thick tip of his length slowly against Bible's entrance.

It wasn't smooth.

Bible sucked in a sharp breath, hands gripping the windowsill tighter.

Jes let out a strained laugh. "Damn... you're squeezing me like a vice."

He steadied himself, both hands locking onto Bible's hips, fingers digging into damp skin for leverage.

"Did you get tighter since last time?" he muttered, his voice half-wonder, half-accusation as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.

Bible whimpered, forehead resting against the cool glass. "Y-you're just bigger when you're being a menace."

Jes chuckled darkly behind him. "Or maybe you just like making it hard for me."

"Literally," Bible bit back, voice breathless.

Jes leaned forward, teeth grazing Bible's shoulder as he growled, "Then let's see how much you can take."

And with that, he thrust forward, finally sheathing himself inside, both of them moaning in unison as the Eiffel Tower sparkled in the background like it was cheering them on.

Jes adjusted his stance behind him, brow furrowed as he tried to find the perfect angle. Bible's smaller frame had him needing to bend slightly, knees dipping to align their bodies just right.

"Damn," Jes muttered, more to himself, "you're so tiny I gotta crouch just to wreck you properly."

Bible groaned, somewhere between flustered and turned on. "Don't say that while you're—oh god—"

Jes chuckled low and filthy, enjoying every second. "Say what? That your sweet little body is making me work for it?"

Then he spotted it, Bible's wet hair, long and black, curling at the nape of his neck from the steam, sticking to his damp skin like ink on porcelain. Without thinking, Jes grabbed a handful, wrapping the silky strands around his fist and pulling gently, just enough to tilt Bible's head back.

"Ah—Jes!" Bible gasped, spine arching like a bow.

Jes leaned in, lips brushing his cheek. "You know how crazy you drive me with this hair, right? All soft and slick like that... You make it impossible to be gentle."

He rolled his hips in deep, and Bible's knees buckled, a choked moan escaping his lips.

"Bend more," Jes ordered, voice low, teeth grazing his ear. "I want you spread and shaking while you watch the Eiffel Tower light up."

Bible complied, lowering himself just enough that his thighs trembled under the pressure. The windowpane fogged more with each ragged breath. Jes gripped his waist tighter, pulling him back onto every thrust, using the leverage of Bible's smaller build to sink in deep.

The contrast between them, the firm grip of Jes's hands and the way Bible's body quivered, barely able to take it, was intoxicating.

Jes was losing control, grip tightening, pace relentless. Bible's body trembled with every thrust, barely keeping upright. His knuckles were white on the windowsill.

But Jes wasn't satisfied with just the back view.

"Turn around," he growled suddenly, voice like gravel soaked in need.

Bible blinked back at him, dazed, barely registering it before Jes's arms wrapped around him—strong and secure. In one swift move, Jes lifted him, as if he weighed nothing, and pressed him back against the cold window. Bible let out a gasp, legs instinctively wrapping around Jes's waist, hands scrambling to hold onto his shoulders.

"Wha—Jes—"

"I wanna see your face," Jes panted, forehead resting against Bible's for a second. "I want to watch every damn second of it when you fall apart."

The heat between them was unbearable. Jes's hips snapped forward again, the angle deeper now, almost overwhelming. Bible cried out, nails digging into his back.

The contrast of hot skin against cool glass, water still dripping from their bodies, it was too much.

Jes watched him, yes locked in, burning with lust and something deeper.

"You feel that?" he murmured, thrusts becoming erratic, voice raw. "That's what you do to me. Every. Damn. Time."

Bible couldn't even answer. His head fell back against the glass, mouth open, breath caught.

Jes reached between them, wrapping his hand around Bible's aching cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he ordered. "I wanna see that pretty little face when you do."

That was it. Bible broke.

He came with a whimper and a sharp inhale, body locking up in Jes's arms. Jes groaned, the sight of Bible falling apart in front of him triggering his own release. He buried himself deep, burying a moan in Bible's neck as he came, breath hot and shaky.

They stayed there, pressed against the glass, chests heaving, bodies shaking.

Jes kissed his jaw slowly, reverently.

"You ruin me," he whispered against his skin.

Bible blinked up at him, dazed but smiling, and whispered back, "Good."

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After Bible had begged for the fourth time, literally whined into Jes's ear while lying sprawled across his chest, Jes finally caved.

"Fine," he groaned, dragging a palm down his face. "We'll go see your damn Eiffel Tower."

Bible lit up immediately, springing off the bed with a victorious grin, already halfway to the closet. Bible didn't care about the Eiffel Tower that much, he just knew if they stayed in the room, they'd never leave. Not with how Jes kept finding excuses to drag him back into the sheets.

But then Jes saw what Bible decided to wear.

"Bible," he said slowly, blinking, "do you wanna die outside?"

Bible had on nothing but a hoodie, pants, and that smug expression that said he thought he was above the laws of thermodynamics.

"Why?" Bible shrugged, hands buried in his pants pockets as he strolled toward the door. "It's comfy. I like cold."

Jes glanced toward the front entrance of the hotel, where sleet was falling like tiny daggers and the temperature hovered just above freezing.

The second they stepped outside, the cold air slapped them both like an insult. Jes immediately bundled into his long coat, shoulders raised, scarf up to his nose. Bible, on the other hand, just stood there like a very confident, very stupid penguin.

"You—" Jes muttered, staring in disbelief. "You're going to get sick."

"I won't," Bible said stubbornly, face already a little red from the chill. "My body's built different."

"Built for what?" Jes snapped. "Built to die dramatically on a cobblestone street in Paris?"

Bible smirked, breath puffing visibly. Jes groaned like he was in physical pain. "We are Thai, not European, you idiot. You're not frost-resistant."

Bible started walking backwards toward the sidewalk, hoodie flapping in the wind. "Catch me if I collapse!"

Jes didn't even hesitate. He walked right up, unzipped his coat, and without warning pulled Bible into it with him, wrapping it around both of them.

"Jes!" Bible yelped, half laughing, half squished.

"You want to be an idiot, fine," Jes grumbled, tightening his hold. "But at least be a warm idiot."

And just like that, they walked through Paris, squished together in one coat, the Eiffel Tower rose before them, glittering gold against the dark sky. The city buzzed behind them with the quiet energy of Parisian night — cars, laughter, a distant accordion — but here, in this moment, everything felt still.

Bible stood at the edge of the platform, his hands stuffed stubbornly into his hoodie pockets, shoulders slightly hunched against the cold. The wind had turned sharper, painting his nose a soft cherry red, his cheeks flushed like rose petals.

He blinked up at the tower with wide eyes that shimmered like he was five seconds away from tearing up, not because he was cold, but because this? This was the kind of magic you could only dream about.

Jes stopped a few steps behind him.

He was supposed to be annoyed, still scolding the man for dragging him out in below-zero temperatures with nothing but a paper-thin hoodie like he was made of fire.

But standing there, watching the lights of the Eiffel Tower reflect in Bible's eyes, seeing the way his lashes fluttered in the wind, and the faint smile curling on his frozen lips...

Jes forgot how to breathe.

It wasn't just that Bible was beautiful. It was the kind of beauty that made Jes's chest feel too full, like there was no place to put all the feelings inside him.

The kind of beauty that made him want to scream and laugh and drop to his knees all at once. The kind of beauty that made him want to give the man everything he had, his coat, his life, his world.

Bible turned his head slightly, sensing the stare, and caught Jes looking at him. Their eyes met, and Jes didn't look away.

"...What?" Bible whispered, half-laughing, his voice barely louder than the breeze.

Jes didn't answer.

Instead, he took a step forward. Then another. Until he was standing right behind him, tall enough that Bible had to tilt his chin up slightly just to keep looking at him.

He raised a hand slowly, brushing back a strand of hair that had stuck to Bible's cheek in the wind. His thumb lingered at the edge of his face, stroking gently over the flushed skin, as if trying to memorize the texture.

"You look like you belong here," Jes murmured.

Bible blinked. "In Paris?"

"No." Jes's voice dropped, like it was a secret only they could hear. "With me."

Bible's lips parted slightly. His breath came out in a little puff of mist. "Jes..."

Jes leaned in, their foreheads almost touching. "I don't say it enough," he whispered. "But I'm always feeling it."

Jes took a deep breath, as if the words had been buried somewhere deep, waiting for the right moment. The Eiffel Tower lit up again behind them in a ripple of golden light.

"I love you," he said softly.

Bible blinked once. Twice. Then smiled, so bright it could've outshone the tower behind him.

"I know," he said cheekily.

Jes groaned, tugged him close, and buried his face into the crook of his neck. "You little gremlin."

Bible giggled, wrapping his arms around him and pressing into his warmth.

"I think, Je t'aime aussi."

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POV: AuthorOHMYGODDDD WHO ALLOWED THEM TO BE THIS CUTE??? 😭💘

Also this author is in Paris in October, yeeeeh! So excited, I love love this city. And hello to all the Frenchies — bisous from a hopeless romantic 💋🇫🇷✨