[ With Jean Louis, it's really just a matter of following the trail of not destruction, but purchase. Additions. Excess. The trolley and shopping bags in his living room is the first cue, then the open door to the bathroom and the heavy sound of the spray in there. Claude follows. Once, he enters, the small bathroom is already filled with steam, the water apparently very hot, Jean Louis seems to care about as much for heat as for the cold. He smiles to himself, walking over to the sink and readying his toothbrush, he's just eaten a sandwich, messy business, while keeping an eye on the other man's outline through the salmon pink shower curtain. He's broad, tall-ish, a dark shadow behind the thin material.
He's there. That's the important thing, let's be honest. Let's be very, very honest.
Claude brushes his teeth quickly, then spits in the sink and dries off - about to turn away and return to the living room, continue his work on the outline for the meeting abstract he's preparing for January. But Jean Louis' feet, big feet, well cared for, are visible beneath the hem of the shower curtain, standing wide apart, like he's carrying a great weight and Claude feels something like curiosity and something very much like want, so he doesn't go the other way.
He follows.
Walking over to the shower stall, he leans against the wall slightly and peeks inside, just pushing the shower curtain aside a little bit to stick his face through. He's not going to assume and he's most definitely not going to just invite himself, it doesn't work like that. Not anymore. And it didn't even work back then, did it? He wouldn't say that, no. ]
Do you want company?
[ At the moment, he's dressed in a deliberately ugly Christmas sweater that's blissfully warm and a pair of slacks, not the most sexy outfit in the world, but he isn't planning on wearing it, if he's going inside, after all. Jean Louis doesn't get the benefit of seeing him in drenched knitwear and a red Rudolph nose.
Though, to be fair, the Rudolph nose could see its uses. ]
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He's there. That's the important thing, let's be honest. Let's be very, very honest.
Claude brushes his teeth quickly, then spits in the sink and dries off - about to turn away and return to the living room, continue his work on the outline for the meeting abstract he's preparing for January. But Jean Louis' feet, big feet, well cared for, are visible beneath the hem of the shower curtain, standing wide apart, like he's carrying a great weight and Claude feels something like curiosity and something very much like want, so he doesn't go the other way.
He follows.
Walking over to the shower stall, he leans against the wall slightly and peeks inside, just pushing the shower curtain aside a little bit to stick his face through. He's not going to assume and he's most definitely not going to just invite himself, it doesn't work like that. Not anymore. And it didn't even work back then, did it? He wouldn't say that, no. ]
Do you want company?
[ At the moment, he's dressed in a deliberately ugly Christmas sweater that's blissfully warm and a pair of slacks, not the most sexy outfit in the world, but he isn't planning on wearing it, if he's going inside, after all. Jean Louis doesn't get the benefit of seeing him in drenched knitwear and a red Rudolph nose.
Though, to be fair, the Rudolph nose could see its uses. ]