Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 17:21:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Frost <unpetitpoissonbleu@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Moving On - Chapter 14

Moving On -- Chapter Fourteen
By Jack Frost

A special thanks to Sharon for the excellent editing work!
Un remerciement special a Francois pour la correction des textes francais
et pour le "betareading" !!! 
And finally, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames the
betareader! 


      "Hmm, que fais-je icitte?" The guy smirked like a kid all happy after
stealing some candy, "Ben, c'mon, c'est evident que j'ai un date," (Hmmm,
what am I doing here? Ben, c'mon, it's obvious I have a date) he pointed at
his date, a brown-haired skinny guy...and not bad-looking either. His date
did stare at Ben a little too long before snapping his eyes away from his
chest. The guy noticed his date's staring, but didn't seem to care.

	"Ça explique rien, Julien," (That explains nothing) Ben rolled his
eyes, smiling softly at him. What the hell? Why is he smiling now? Who is
this guy really? If it was an ex, I wasn't even sure Ben would even
approach him unless he was looking for revenge.

	"Bon, que fais-tu la, donc? C'est aussi evident que t'as un date,"
(Good, what are you doing here then? It's also obvious you have a date) he
took a sip of beer, and took out a cigarette.

	"Non, y'est qu'un ami," (No, he's just a friend) Ben nodded `no' at
him.

	"Bullshit! Y'a l'air fif!" (He looks like a fag!) he grinned,
"Avoue, Beni." (Confess, Ben!)

	"Ouais, je l'avoue," (Yeah, I confess that.) Ben went to sit next
to the mysterious guy, sitting way too close, like touching each other's
legs. He took notice and rubbed in
response. What...the...fuck...is...going...on...here...

	"Oui, mon pere, je veux vous avouer que j'ai peche," (Yes, my
father, I want to confess to you that I have sinned) Ben smirked, and the
guy put his face down to hide his giggle.

	"Rancontez-m'en, mon jeune fil," (Talk about it to me) he replied
in an old man voice.

	"Euh, vous devriez bien me comprendre," (Eh, you should understand
me well) Ben made his voice quite old lady-like, "Mon pere, hier, j'avais
mal a la tete violente, donc j'ai avale une pilule." (My father, I had a
horrible headache, so I took a pill)

	"Euh, oui, continuez, mon fil" (Eh, yes, continue, my son) he
suspiciously asked Ben, a funny look on his face.

	"Je sais pas si j'ai avale la bonne pilule dans la gelule des
pilules d'avortement," (I dunno if I took the right pill in a capsule of
abortion pills) Ben started to make some fake tears, "Ohhh, mon pere,
j'avais tellement peur que mon corps aurait rejete mes gosses pour me
punir," (Oh, my father, I was so afraid that my body would have rejected my
balls to punish me) Ben wailed like a banshee. Ok, I'm so lost now. I
didn't know whether I should laugh or not, but I wasn't even sure if I
understood his French right.

	"Ah, je vois, mais les pilules d'avortement sont pas des peches
mortels selon les doctrines de l'?glise catholique. Avez-vous d'autres
peches ou non?" (Ah, I see, but abortion pills aren't serious sins
according to the doctrines of the Catholic Church. Do you have any other
sins or no?) the guy asked.

	"Oui, hier, je me suis crosse la baguette longue en pensant a ce
gars hot a l'ecole," (Yes, I jerked off the long baguette by thinking about
that hot guy at school) Ben smirked like an evil imp.

	"Oh, mon Dieu, mes oreilles. Ça, je l'appelle un peche
double... Vous s'etes repandu les semences sacrees et vous agissiez comme
une ostie de tapette!" (Oh my god, my ears. That, I call it a double
sin... You spilled out your sacred seeds and you acted like a fucking fag!)
he shook his head negatively, smiling as he tried to contain his hard
giggling.

	And he didn't hold himself for too long. Ben and the guy went into
fits of laughter at Ben's dramatic act. Ben threw his arm around the guy's
shoulder and pulled him towards him to give him a kiss on the cheek. They
giggled and Ben took his cigarette to have a puff for himself.

	"Tu me manquais en crisse!" (I fucking missed you) Ben told him,
blowing some smoke in his face.

	"Whoa...whoa..." I interrupted, "Who is he? Your ex?" I asked. Ben
looked amused at my confusion.

	"Ouais, Steph. Faut que je te le presente, donc!" he winked,
"Steph, c'est Julien, mon meilleur ami. Julien, te voila, Steph...comme
t'as dit...mon date." (Yeah Steph. I gotta introduce him to you
then. Steph, this is Julien, my best friend. Julien, here's Steph...as you
said...my date.)

	"Hmm, Steph," Julien rested his chin on his hand with his elbow on
the table, letting out a puff of smoke from his mouth, "Ravi de te
rencontrer. Je vois que Beni a peche un catch cute," (Delighted to meet
you. I see Beni has fished a cute catch) he reached his hand out to
shake. I could see Ben blushing a little, leaving Julien grinning.

	"Erm, who...qui?" I asked Ben while taking Julien's hand.

	"Un ami..." Ben looked at my confused face, "T'sais...un ami...un
amigo...a friend..."

	"Oh! And the entire time I thought he was your ex," I smiled
nervously.

	"Not at all. He's been my gay friend for ages. Plus, I wanted to
play some tricks on your mind," he grinned, telling me I'd been had.

	"You bastard," I gave him the finger.

	"Sit..." Julien instructed, pointing at an empty chair on the
opposite side of the small table, "I see you don't get the language of
Moliere very well. You from West Island or Ontario or some place?" he
asked.

	"Y'est Americain," (He's American) Ben answered for me.

	"Eh, oui, je suis Americain," (Yes, I'm American) I managed to say
it at least understandably.

	"Ah, cute. Un francais parle a l'accent americain," (Ah cute. A
spoken French with an American accent) Julien said quite close to my own
accent. Hey, that was mean! Yet cute.

	"I'm not mocking you, relax," he smiled softly, "Americans are a
special breed here. I screwed about a dozen, mostly students from Concordia
and McGill. Apparently, Montreal's famous nightlife is quite a lot for them
to handle at once," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. Ben rolled his eyes
at that remark.

	"Et c'est qui, ce gars aupres de toi?" (And who's that guy next to
you?) Ben pointed at the guy sitting next to Julien.

	"Oh calisse, je l'ai oublie !" Julien realized his date were still
there, "Y'est timide pour faire remarquer sa presence, donc je me blame!
Steph...Beni...c'est Loic," (Oh fuck, I forgot about him! He's shy to warn
me of his presence, so I blame myself!)

	"Ben ouais, mais fais-toi-z-en pas. La biere me rend tellement
euphorique pis c't'un bon feeling," he kissed Julien on the cheek,
"Enchante, les gars," he said in mid-voice at us. (Well, yeah, but no
worries. The beer is making me feel so euphoric and it's a good
feeling. Nice meeting you, guys)

	"Oh Marie, la-bas!" (Over here!) Ben called out, seeing Marie a
little confused that we weren't at our table. She heard him and brought
over our nachos.

	"Je vois que t'as trouve ton ami, Benoit," (I see you found your
friend) she set the plate with nachos piled up on it, all covered with
melted cheese, jalapenos, and black olives. It looked so yummy and
completely fattening.

 	"Pourrais-tu aller chercher nos bieres? On va rester ici a cette
table," (Could you get our beers? We're staying at this table) Ben asked
her.

	"Yeah, whatever," she went to bring our stuff over. I watched
Julien trying to please Loic.

	"Desole, mon cheri. Je te promets que je te rendrai la soiree plus
speciale," (Sorry, my dear. I promise you I'll make the evening more
special) he held his hand, giving it a kiss.

	"Je t'ai dit," Loic said in a calm voice, "C'etait rien... Pis
j'espere ben que le matelas est inclus dans ton idee d'une soiree
speciale," (I told you. It was nothing... And I well hope that the mattress
is included in your idea of a special evening) he added some inflection on
the word `speciale', and then smiled. Marie brought over our beers and
coats.

	"I did this because you're going to give me an extra tip," she
winked at Ben before heading to the bar.

	"Pile on, guys!" Ben munched on the nachos and washed them down
with Guinness, "It tastes like heaven..."

	"I'll pass. I'm on a diet," Julien refused.

	"Are you kidding me?" Ben stood back, staring at his figure,
"You're a fucking stick."

	"Ouais, mon cheri. Mais ma grosse queue a un meilleur impact avec
mon corps maigre et tone," (Yeah, my dear. But my big dick has a better
effect with my skinny and toned body) Julien grinned as he saw Ben spat out
his beer back in the glass.

	"No shit, I know that dick too well," Ben wiped his mouth dry.

	"Dick?" I began to say, "Were you boyfriends or what?"

	"Ouais, je me demande de ca, asteure," (Yeah, I'm wondering about
that now) Loic asked as well.

	"Well, we used to be fuckbuddies whenever we were single...to
relieve our teenaged urges, you know," Ben blushed a little.

	"Ah oui, j'en avais deux," Loic nodded, sipping his beer, "Pis
y'etaient de bons fourreurs de meme." (Ah yes, I had two of them. And they
were good fuckers as well) Julien giggled slightly, looking like he was
imagining something dirty.

	"Ever had one, Steph?" Julien asked me.

	"Errr..." I shyly said, hesitating for several seconds.

	"Eh, don't be embarrassed. We all have our own share of that in the
sex category," Julien took a piece of nacho, and noticed Ben's glare,
"What? How can a sane guy resist such piles of fat and salt posing as
nachos?" he munched, "Anyway, sex embarrassment, like when Ben got caught
by his brother some years ago and earned himself the nickname `boy
screwdriver' from his brother ever since," Julien looked amused when he got
a kick from Ben.

	"Yeah, Adrien told me about that earlier today," I said.

	"Seriously, gotta say it was some of the best sex in my life,"
Julien quickly moved back, pushing Loic on the way, to avoid Ben kicking
him harder.

	"It was you?" I looked at him with surprise.

	"Yes, he took my virginity that day," he wiggled his eyes.

	"Intessant. Asteure, je suis curieux de ce que Ben a dans le jean,"
(Interesting. Now I am curious about what he has in his jeans) Loic peeked
at Ben. Ben again, blushed, and shied away from Loic's glace.

	"Now...now...si Ben t'autorise!" (If Ben allows you!) Julien
responded and hid Ben from him.

	"It seems everyone loves you," I winked at Ben, "C'mon, sit next to
me." I patted the chair. Ben complied, and now we were facing Julien and
Loic. Marie came over to bring our dinners. Julien got a plate of salmon
with Irish potatoes and carrots. Loic's plate was bigger, a hot turkey
sandwich with melted Swiss cheese and fries. My salmon with goat cheese was
looking good and so was Ben's Irish pasta and stew.

	"Doesn't Loic speak English?" I asked Ben.

	"Non...I do not speak very well..." Loic smiled, "Mais je peux
l'ecouter sans trop de probleme." (But I can listen to it without much
problem)

	"Oh never mind. I was just wondering," I told him.

	"Let's just eat!" Julien suggested, "All of this talking will make
my dinner cold, and I just fucking hate cold plates," Julien grinned before
diving into his food with his fork.

	"Agreed," Ben nodded.

	"Hey, Marie!" Ben called out, "Give all of us another round of
beer." After we finished our dinner, we all ordered some more beer. And it
didn't take long for us to drink them all. Although I feel a little woozy,
I think I can drink another pint. As we gulped more beer, the more slurry
our voices became and the stranger our conversation went.

	"Whoa, check out ce gars la pres des escaliers," Loic exclaimed
before focusing his eyes, "Oh laisse faire, c'est juste Ben qui va aux
toilettes." (Check out that guy near the stairs. Oh never mind, it's just
Ben going to the washroom)

	"Ha...ha...ha...t'es drole, t'sais?" (You're funny, you know?) Ben
mocked before disappearing to the bathroom.

	"Je crois pas que je manque l'occasion de checker sa queue
la-dedans," (I don't believe I'm missing the chance to see his dick in
there) Loic grinned until he noticed Julien's stare, and then calmed down
by drinking some more beer.

	"Excuse-le, y'est evidentement soul," (Excuse him, he's obviously
drunk) Julien told me.

	"I know. That's why I'm not holding it against him," I raised my
beer, "Cheers!"

	"Sante!" Julien clinked my glass, "So, tell me, how's he in bed?" I
nearly dropped my glass at that question as it threw me off.

	"What?" I mumbled, as alcohol slurred my voice that time.

	"Don't be shy. I probably know his entire thing by now," Julien
went to get a cigarette from his little `manpurse'.

	"Well, he has been good..." I finally answered, letting images of
those moments with Ben flooding my mind.

	"Oooo..." Loic smiled, "Y'est-tu grand dans son slip?" (Is he big
in his undies?)

	"Huh? Slip?" I wasn't able to understand the last word.

	"T'sais...slip..." he got up to pull up his tight blue shirt a
little where I could see his `V' and `happy trail' doing down to... I took
a big gulp as he pointed at the rim of his undies.

	"Assieds-toe, p'tit crisse," (Sit down, little shit) Julien pushed
him down, "He wanted to know how big is Ben's cock."

	"Oui..." Loic confirmed, "Well...how...big?"

	"Farme-la...tu reves..." (Shut up...you're dreaming...) Julien
said, "Don't answer. He can figure it out," he grinned.

	"Agreed," I stuck my tongue at Loic.

	"Un jour, je saurai," he smirked in return. (One day, I will know)

	"Well, he has been good. We give each other bjs, have rubbed
against each other, and jerked."

	"Tsk...tsk...tsk..." Julien faced down at the table, giggling,
"Those are nice indeed, but how about fucking? You know, the best sex?"

	"Well...we haven't reached that point yet," I blushed slightly and
my voice trailed off.

	Taking a puff of smoke, Julien stared at me as he pondered, and
asked...

	"Do you want to though?"

	I honestly never thought about it. I heard so little about it, but
from one source I ran into on the Internet it stated it probably gives the
best stimulation ever in sex. Plus, it would mean being another step closer
to Ben. Like making our bond even tighter. Eh, couldn't hurt to try.

	"Yeah, how can I do that?" I asked.

	"Well, let me take care of that. We have to put him in that mood,"
he put out his cigarette in the ashtray, "I know how since I've been doing
him for years. So watch and learn," he winked. Loic looked a little
excited, which Julien noticed.

	"Oublie-le, Loic. Cette nuit, t'es tout mien," (Forget it. Tonight
you're all mine) he kissed him sweetly on his lips. Loic protested a
little, and then pulled him closer to force his tongue in, which Julien did
not hesitate to accept. After fifteen seconds, they broke off. Julien
stared at me, and coverd my hand on the table.

	"This is probably alcohol talking, but you're really cute, even
cuter when you're shy sometimes," he lifted my hand to kiss it. Loic seemed
not to be bothered at all. Julien let my hand go when he saw Ben coming
back, a little way too woozy now.

	"Sorry. After the washroom, I went to pay Marie the check, and then
took a wrong turn and got lost for a little bit with the drink fucking up
my mind," Ben rubbed his forehead, "No more drink for me. I am too out of
mind now."

	"Should we leave?" I asked.

	"Yes, we should..." he replied.

	"Well..." Julien bit his lips, "I was hoping you two would come to
the club with us for an hour or two."

	"I dunno..." Ben started to think through his alcohol-flooded mind,
"I'm too drunk to even dance right."

	"C'mon. Its youth night, so anyone over 25 is denied. No old creeps
hanging around," Julien pressed him, "You don't even have to dance. Just to
be with me for old time's sake."

	"Oh, what the hell...sure..." Ben mumbled, "Wanna go, Steph?"

	"I don't mind," I nodded, "I never went to a club before," I added.

	We headed to the nearest metro station, Guy-Concordia, a stop after
Peel station. Good thing the alcohol numbed me a little because the night
felt colder than during the day. But we hurried into the station because
being less sensitive to the cold is not good. The station was surrounded by
Concordia University; Montreal's other English-language school.

	"Y fait frette en crisse!" (It's so fucking cold out) Loic moaned.

	"On se rechauffera bientot," Julien moved to hold Loic's arm, "Tu
vois que je t'aide, mon cheri?" (We'll warm up again soon. You see I'm
helping you?) Loic smiled and kissed Julien on the cheek.

	"Hey! On devrait chercher du cafe pour combattre l'effet de
l'alcool," (We should get some coffee to fight the drunken effect) Ben
pointed at the Second Cup cafe near the station.

	We went in to have some cafe noir to give our mind some ammo
against the booze, and then we went in the metro station. It was a little
deeper in the ground compared to the other stations I have been in, except
for Mont-Royal. The station was mostly populated by university students in
their best clothes for clubbing and drinking.

	After the train arrived and we passed five stations, we got off at
Beaudry station. Frankly, that station was dull, with titles in pastel
white and brown that were popular in the 1960s. We went up in a long tunnel
on a rubber-moving sidewalk that was a block long. We finished our coffee
and threw them away. It helped a little, but not too much. I walked out of
the station to find Ste. Catherine. Looking to the west, I was able to see
the downtown's skyline less than a half-mile away. To the east, small
shops, restaurants, and cafes filled the famous shopping street.

	We head east, and I noticed quite a lot of men from various age
groups, some with strange haircuts and fashionably dressed. Then I saw a
few shops showing rainbow flags and a few gay items on display.

	"We're in the gay village. A little section of the city, but well
known", Ben said, introducing the neighborhood to me, "Not too fond of it,
but it has many of the great clubs found in the city."

	"Not bad, though it looks a little dead," I commented.

	"Obviously, it's after the shops' closing hour, plus most people
are clubbing and drinking now," Julien stopped in front of a building with
a huge neon sign written `Le Drugstore'.

	We had to show our ID at the door to prove we were not over
25. Then we passed through the entrance with club lights flashing and moved
around the dance floor filled with dancers. Across the floor is a long, big
bar with booze flowing out constantly. Looking up, there is another floor
for dancing and more bars. So we decided to go to the bar to sit
down. Julien and Loic ordered themselves a couple shots of vodka, and
Julien looked at Ben, pointing subtlety at the barlady with his head. Ben
rolled his eyes.

	"Ok, deux shots de vodka pour moi et lui," Ben sighed as he took
out a five to pay for them.

	The lady came back with four shots, and Julien thanked her by
giving her a tip. He told us to find a table for ourselves, and we spotted
one near the corner.

	"Ok, toast and drink it straight down," Julien raised his
glass. Julien, Loic, and Ben had no problem drinking them straight, but I
had never tried vodka. I gagged at the strength of it and spat it out in
the shot glass.

	"Holy shit," I wiped my mouth, "This is strong."

	"Try putting your tongue out and let the glass touch it, so you
won't taste it much. Do it quick before your body has the chance to
respond," Julien said.

	So, I did what he told me, and I managed to get it all down. I felt
the burning-like feeling down my throat.

	"How strong is this," I shook my face, "Woot!"

	"Vodka? Oh about 30%-40% alcohol," Julien answered, "It's like
drinking three-four Guinness at once."

	"You're kidding, right?" I looked in amazement, "God, I'm going to
be even more drunk."

	"Euh, I need to go to the washroom. I'm not feeling well and I may
need to puke," Ben moaned. After Ben left, Julien added.

	"He's more sensitive to alcohol than we are, but its part of the
plan to get him in the `mood', you know?"

	"I'm not going to make him drunk so I can have a piece of his ass,"
I stared blankly at Julien.

	"No...no...no, not like that. I'm not that shallow, but the methods
depend on the situation," Julien quickly brushed that idea off. Once he saw
that I had calmed down, he asked me, "Wanna dance?"

	"Will he mind?" I looked at Loic.

	"Ah non, mais tu danses avec lui, donc m'a danser avec Ben, ok?"
(Ah no, but if you dance with him, then I'm going to dance with Ben, ok?)
Loic winked. Julien got up and put out his hand to me. I took it and he led
me to the dance floor and into the thick dancing crowd.

	"Euh...je sais pas danser," (I dunno how to dance) I pieced
together in French. Julien smiled at my attempt.

	"Mon cheri, suis mes pieds et tout ira bien, ok?" (My dear, follow
my feet and all will go well, ok?) He looked at me, seeing me being
confused again, "Follow my feet," he whispered.

	I looked at his feet, but it took me a little while to respond to
the movements as the vodka started to flood my brain. Step right...step
forward...step...ugh... I stepped on his foot. I'm such a dork now. But
that didn't bother Julien, and he held onto my side to lead me. Over across
the floor, I saw Loic bringing Ben to strut their moves...too well and
better than me. Bastards. I waved at Ben when he saw me, and he waved in
return, giving me a thumb up.

	After a few minutes of dancing, I got a little better as I followed
Julien more. I stared at his face and figure. Like Ben, he's quite skinny
and his tight emo-ish t-shirt shows his toned chest nicely. His black hair,
probably dyed as I could see brown in his root, was semi-long enough to
cover his ears and forehead, almost like those emo guys would have. Deep
green eyes blend in nicely with his hair and skin color, which is close to
pale white. He looks just...beautiful. My mind could hardly keep itself
straight, but it was losing its grip as the vodka came into full effect.

	I looked over to see Loic giving Ben a peck on his lips. My body
suffered a shot of hormone rush at that action, but then it didn't really
bother me much. As long as Ben doesn't fall for him and that his heart is
all mine to keep, he can have kisses like that. Ben looked a little red in
the face, as usual, and smiled at Loic until he saw me watching. His eyes
widened, panicking, but I gave him a thumb up and a grin that it was ok
with me. He calmed down quickly and blew me a kiss.

	"You're watching Ben, eh?" Julien looked at me, knowing I wasn't
looking at him, "When the alcohol effect slowly wears off, he'll be quite
horny after suppressing it for so long. He'll hump a chair if no one does
the job for him, so let's not have that happen," he winked.

	"Merci pour ton tip," (Thanks for your tip), not knowing how to say
`tip' in French. Then I went for his lips to kiss him for being beautiful,
and that had to be the alcohol's doing now. I opened my mouth to let his
tongue in a little for few seconds before breaking off. Julien appeared a
little surprised, but grinned and giggled like a child.

	"I've been wanting to do that to you ever since I first saw you at
the pub," Julien pecked my lips in the same way as Loic did to Ben, "C'est
rien. T'es un gars cool." (It's nothing. You're a cool guy.)

	Ben did watch me from behind Loic. He nodded `ok' and then mouthed
slowly something to me.

	"You...are...mine...later...tonight..." he winked and licked his
lips seductively with his tongue.

	I nodded back to confirm, and we went back to pay attention to our
dancing partners, who saw to it that we all had a great night.


Once again, a special thanks to Sharon for the editing job!!!
Encore un remerciement special a Francois pour le "betareading" et pour la
correction des textes francais !!! 
And finally once more, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames!

Discussion topic can be found here through the link below.
http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/index.php?showtopic=5530
unpetitpoissonbleu@yahoo.ca
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