BAD TRANSLATIONS
ONE-SHOT
Contains Slash. Don't Like. Don't Read.
Lunettes du soleil.
That was the words that Andy read as he stared at the sign. His eyes took in the run down appearances of a place that called them selves Sunglasses. It was a run down book store that was still open despite the late hour. Andy had been walking through Paris, looking for something that might satisfy his need for entertainment and he had walked past this place, where a young boy about his age was manning the desk, reading a book that looked like fantasy. Andy couldn't resist watching the other young man, his hair strayed in his face and his finger twirled around the pen in his mouth as he read it. His body moved as if to music that must be playing in the background.
Andy spotted the rainbow pin that was on his shirt, showing off gay pride, which spiked Andy's interest. He hadn't thought the french would have gay pride rainbows as they did in America, but regardless, it made Andy want to enter the book sotre even more, the only thing that kept him out now was his inability to speak French well.
He sighed, figuring it didn't really matter, French or not, he needed the company and the entertainment. He opened the door, the deep smeel of books sinking in. He began to browse, not encountering the boy. His fear lurked underneath his skin, although he did note the boy was attractive. The urge to dominate nestled in Andy's stomach when he saw the boy's hips swing to the music, but he didn't approach. Instead he stayed in the back and searched through books that could not stop the growing tender in his pants.
The boy was ignoring him completely until he glanced up at the clock that read 11:00 pm. Then he set his book down and turned to find Andy. Andy was in the back, trying to ignore his issue as best as possible, but finding it difficult as images of the boy swaying to the music filled his mind. "Monsier, nous sommes fermer maintenant. Vous êtes fini?" He asked, polite for a french man. Andy turned to stare at him, and reached down to his gay pride pin.
"I don't speak French." He said staring at the pin in his hand. The boy looked down shocked, and tried to pull away, but Andy stopped him. He pulled him towards him then pressed him against the book shelf behind him. "You are beautiful." Andy said, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other cuping a cheek. Andy leaned in and pressed his lips against the smaller boy's, who struggled to remove himself from the other boy.
"Arrêter! S'il vous plaît. Je ne suis pas homosexuel. C'est mon ami." He yelled, but Andy did not understand him, instead he tugged the boy closer, pressing his erection against the other boy. He stopped the, glancing at the windows. He couldn't be doing this in the open. Instead he took the boy's wrist, pulling him from the shop and into the door he had spotted in the back. It was poorly lit, but Andy didn't care. After watching the french boy for so long he felt the need for release, and that was all he wanted. The boy struggled though, trying to pull away. Andy felt anger at the boy, how could he be so stupid? He was a gay french boy and he was denying Andy a chance? That made him angry. Andy raised his hand smacking the smaller boy.
"Stop being a pussy. It's just sex, it's not going to be that bad." Andy said. The boy didn't seem so sure. His eyes stared at the larger american boy, who didn't understand his language any more than he understood his. The boy struggled still while he was whipped into the back room where they kept the extra books until they needed to be replaced on the shelved. This earned him another smack from Andy who was growing frustrated. "Get on your knees, I want a blow job." Andy said gesturing to the floor. While he was doin that he unzipped his jean's and pulled them down until they dropped to the floor along with his under wear, revealing his throbing penis.
The boy still struggled forcing Andy to slap him for a third time then force him onto his knees. The boy was beginning to cry, muttering words in french that were unintelligible, not that it would matter because Andy couldn't understand it. Andy didn't care either, his mind focused on one thing, and that was the boy's mouth around his cock. He grabbed the boy's head and pushed his jaw open. The boy's tears made it slippery work, but eventually he had it in the right position before he thrusted into the boys mouth while yanking his head forward. The boy sputtered and choked then tried to push him off, but to no avail because every time he pushed him off Andy would give a sharp yank on his hair, sending sparks of pain through the young French Boy's head.
"Arrêter!" The boy yelled when Andy's cock had slipped out of his mouth and slapped his face. "S'il vous plaît!" The boy sobbed and another muffled, "Arrêter," Could be heard. The air from his attempt to stop turned Andy on more so until his cock burst, sending waves of sperm into the boy's mouth. He leaned over and spit it out as soon as Andy released him. His eyes glared up at the boy, who was stronger than him. "Je deteste toi." He growled. "Je suis aller tuer toi. Je te deteste!" He yelled, his eyes red from crying. Andy grabbed the boy's hair again pulling him up and then slamming him down into the stone floor.
"Don't threaten me." Andy whispered, knowing a threat when he heard it even if he couldn't understand it. He stared at the boy for a moment longer. "Hmmm. I think I'll be your new biggest customer." He said before zipping up his pants. He kicked the boy in the side gently, before smirking. "See you soon, mon amour." He said. He made his way to the door, ignoring the sobbing boy he left behind.
AUTHORS NOTE: My First one-shot :-D I know it sucked.