Moving On - 15. Chapter 15

“Can I have my boy now?” Ben asked Julien. We were still on the dance floor, and Ben and Loïc came over to us.

“I thought you weren’t going to dance,” Julien teased.

“Loïc made me and I was too drunk to resist,” Ben stumbled a little pushing Julien away from me, “And I still am… Now, it’s my turn with him.” Loïc took Julien away to their table so Julien could have another smoke.

“I suck at dancing,” I told Ben.

“Yes, you do, but you’re trying hard enough,” Ben stepped on my foot on purpose.

“Ow! Bitch…” I hissed, “What did I do?”

“Kiss me now like you did to Julien earlier,” Ben smirked, “It’s been a while and it’s not fair he’d be the only one getting kisses tonight from you.”

I would never refuse such a demand, so I gave him one, but with more passion than the one with Julien. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor, kissing as the world danced and the lights flashed around us. It was a unique spot for anyone to be in. We broke off and stared in each other’s eyes. I definitely still couldn’t get enough of Ben’s eyes…still brown and ‘almond-shaped’.

“Did it bother you?” I asked.

“Did what?” Ben looked a little confused at the question.

“What I did to him,” I clarified myself.

“Oh, not at all. It’s just a kiss. Friends even do that all the time. Well, not often in that way, but it’s such a nice way to show affection to one another. Not necessarily to show love like the one you gave me,” Ben winked, “I’m fine with it, but don’t get too carried away. Kissing is reserved for those who deserve it, and it shouldn’t be treated like nothing, like those whores would do. So…don’t become a whore,” Ben stuck his tongue out at me.

“Heh, I thought the same, almost. I wasn’t sure if you shared the same belief as well,” I sighed in relief.

“Well, I was worried for a minute when Loïc did that to me,” Ben bit his lips, “He did french me a little when he was waiting for me near the washroom, and I was too drunk to even resist… Heh, I’m always too drunk to resist anything,” he blushed.

“Hey!” I gasped like an actor, “Well, you could tell he wanted to do that. He likes you.”

“I like him too, but he’s mean for making me blush too often,” he pouted cutely.

“I’ll try this in French,” I warned, “T’sais quoi?” (You know what?)

“Quoi?” he gave me a curious look. I went to his ears and whispered…

“Je t’aime…” (I love you)

Ben gasped and jabbed his finger on my chest.

“You stupid boy! First time you said that to me!” he smiled with a tear rolling down from his eye, “Moi aussi, je t’aime,” (Me too, I love you) he hugged me hard and pecked my lips, “Hear that? Slowdance music. Dansons, mon beau!” (Let’s dance, mon beau!)

I held him, moving slowly around, and feeling his chest. I closed my eyes, letting the combination of music and fading alcohol put me into dreamland. Then I felt a hand going under the back of my shirt, rubbing slowly, which added sensations to the skin there.

“Hmmm, beau cul,” (beautiful ass) Ben whispered, and he dove his hand down inside my jeans, squeezing my bare ass.

“Horny?” I questioned.

“Oh, yeah…” Ben answered seductively, rubbing his boner in his jeans against my crotch to back up his affirmation to my question. I pulled his hand out.

“Not here, people are around us.

“Shit, now I see them. I thought we were all alone in our own world,” Ben snickered, “This vodka is fucking me up. Follow me,” he pulled my hand leading me somewhere… Ben paused, finding a glass of drink sitting alone on the table, so he took it and drank it all. We walked away fast, looking back to see a guy all confused looking at an empty glass. We giggled until Ben showed me a closet.

“It’s empty. When I say ‘in’, do it fast,” Ben watched, making sure no one would see us, “In!” In a millisecond, we walked in, and Ben turned on a light. It was a small broom closet with cleaning supplies. He pulled me into a deep kiss. I lifted up his shirt to feel all around his chest, and Ben did the same to me, without interrupting the kiss.

Ben broke away from me, going to softly kiss the side of my neck, then down to my right nipple, giving it a torturous licking job. I moaned in response, running my hands through his hair making it a little messier. I stopped him so I could give him the same thing. After a couple minutes of making his nipple soft and tender, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to free his aching hard-on from his undies. It stared at me, asking me to take it, so I took it in slowly, stopping at the head to give it some licking. Ben whimpered, hinting for me to cut the shit and suck it. But I wasn't going to make it all that easy for him. So I stopped licking and blew on it lightly, and that made him go absolutely insane.

“Shit, just take it all in!” Ben protested.

I quickly dove in, hoping I could hold back the gag reflex as it was long enough to end at the back of my throat. Ben happily sighed, and I worked on his pulsing dick in my mouth with my tongue. I grabbed his ass, and he humped into me a little pushing it further down my mouth and throat. After a couple minutes, I pulled off, and Ben looked at me, wondering why.

“What?” he asked.

“I have better plans. Just save it for home,” I got up to kiss his tender lips.

“Awh, but don’t leave me in the middle,” he pouted, “I’ll tell you when to stop. I just want more.”

“Ok, but I’ll kill you if you let me make you explode,” I unzipped my jeans and pulled down my undies, freeing my boner, and I grabbed his to slowly stroke them together.

“Hmmm, I love it slow,” he hummed, but I kept him quiet by kissing him.

After some time, I broke off, seeing our dicks getting really hard. I panted slowly, and Ben started doing so as well. I could feel it starting to break the top. Stop now…no, a little more…stop now!…no, a little more… I had no self-control now when my brain was completely defying me.

“Ahhh…Steph!” Ben pulled my hand away, as his dick jerked a couple times, but he resisted letting it spurt.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” I grinned, putting my still-hard dick away in my undies.

Then I heard the doorknob rattling. In a flash, I put Ben’s dick back in his undies as a couple guys jumped in.

“Could we use this room too? It’s too weird to be in the washroom with stalls full of guys frenching and sucking off.”

“Ah Julien! Dammit…” Ben grumbled, “Too late, we’re holding it off till we get home.”

“Crisse…” Loïc cursed, and then saw Ben’s dick outlining his undies, “Oh mon Jésus doux…j’ai un indice de ta taille,” Loïc’s eyes widened. (Oh my sweet Jesus…I got a hint of your size) Ben reacted by pulling his jeans up to hide it, and gave him the finger.

“Ah shit, we definitely can’t stay. The metro will close soon,” Julien looked at his pink cellphone clock, “its 1:00am now. Sorry babe, we’ll do it at my place,” he told Loïc, who looked a little disappointed, but smiled.

“Y peuvent-tu venir?” (Can they come?)

“Euh, j’en pense, ok?” (I’ll think about it) Ben answered before Julien did.

“Wait…” Julien stopped me from putting my shirt down. He moved his hand down my chest, “Nice skin…nice chest… Damn you, Ben. If I didn’t get Loïc, I would’ve fought you to have Steph all to myself.”

I blushed as I put my shirt back on, and Ben giggled, “I’m proud to be his,” he pushed Julien away from me, “Go first.”

We quickly walked out of the closet (no pun intended), only to find ourselves face-to-face with the barlady, who appeared surprised at our sudden appearance. She grumbled, “J’sais rien, j’sais rien…” (I know nothing…) and rolled her eyes.

We walked out of the door and went to the station where we managed to catch the final train out. In the train, we heard Loïc groaning at something that Julien said right after he called his mother on the cell.

“Mes parents sont chez moi pis les tiens sont aussi chez toi. J’sais pas comment on peut passer la nuit ensemble. Je m’excuse…” (My parents are home and yours are home too. I dunno how we can spend the night together. Sorry…)

“Quoi?” Ben listened to them, before taking his phone out, “Attends, j’ai une idée,” he dialed the number and waited for someone to answer. After few seconds, “Adrien? Où es-tu?” (What? Wait…I have an idea. Adrien, where are you?) After a couple of minutes of talking, Julien and Loïc seemed to be cheered up, and then Ben hung up. “Vous pouvez venir avec nous. Y m’a dit qu’y retournera pas avant 3 ou 4 heures.” (You can come with us. He told me he wouldn’t come home till 3 or 4 am.) Loïc and Julien thanked Ben and gave him a hug.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“They’re coming with us. Their parents are home, so I offered them my place for them to sleep together,” Ben translated quickly.

“No problem, since Julien is your best friend…I don’t mind,” I smiled.

We got out of the metro and onto the bus to Ben’s apartment. The bus was quite empty, and so was avenue Mont Royal. After we got off, Julien threw a snowball at Ben’s back. Ben retaliated by jumping on him and pushing him into a snowbank.

“Serves you right, asshole,” Ben laughed as Julien struggled to get out of the huge snowpile on the side of the street.

As we got in the apartment, and right after we got our shoes off, obviously there was only one thing on our mind. Loïc pushed Julien against the wall and they started making out. Ben did the same to me. After several minutes of making out against the wall, we slowly found our way to Ben’s bedroom, and our shirts flew across the room to land on the floor. Julien was all over Loïc’s neck while Ben was, like always, at my most sensitive spot on my body, my right nipple. Light moaning filled the silence and we were just warming up. Loïc pushed Julien to the bed when Ben closed the door, just in case. Then there went our jeans, onto the floor with the shirts, and now, it was just us in our undies.

“I see you’re still wearing those comics undies,” Julien grinned at Ben before returning his attention on Loïc.

“Shut up!” Ben gave him the finger in a silly way (must be the alcohol), “Steph, on the bed…now…” he wiggled his eyes before he threw me there, not giving me a chance to do it myself.

We made out some more and let our crotches rub against each other, bringing us to the next level of arousal. We all weren’t in a hurry to get it done, so we took our time to tease ourselves to the brink and slow down. When Ben was kissing my neck, I saw Julien on top of Loïc, as he slowly rubbed his package, which was already hard anyway, and then pulled off Loïc’s underwear to expose his average-sized dick into view. And Julien let Loïc take off his underwear as well, exposing Julien’s stick. Damn…just damn, he was just as big as Ben. They kept on rubbing each other bare, with Julien’s smooth tight ass in view.

I went to the edge of Ben’s undies to pull them off, and Ben did the same to mine. Now we were all buck naked, and I noticed Ben turning up the heat to 25*C or something on the thermostat near his bed.

“To keep us warm,” he whispered and started kissing me softly on my chest, giving me electric tingles from his tender lips. I rubbed my hand all over his back, but it was soon out of reach as he went to take my dick in his mouth. I gasped in response and closed my eyes to focus on the feeling down in that area. Ben always gives a great blowjob, got to give Julien some credit for that…if Ben practiced a lot on him. I opened my eyes to see what they were doing now. Julien had already stopped kissing Loïc’s chest and was sucking his dick like Ben was doing now to me.

The room had gotten warmer and so had we. Loïc and I were lightly panting after some time of getting sucked off. So we decided to stop Ben and Julien before we could lose control. We turned over, since now it was our turn to be tops. Loïc went for Julien’s nipples before heading to give his stick some attention. I just wanted to rub Ben’s against my stomach, keeping my sensitive dick away to keep it from exploding prematurely. I already had given him a blowjob earlier, so I picked something else to please him. Ben closed his eyes and gasped, telling me it was working nicely. Julien’s subtle erratic panting was audible enough for me to hear, so Loïc was doing a good job as well.

I gave Ben a few minutes to enjoy the rubbing and nipple licking. I stopped to let him be on top of me again, and we just kissed once more. Julien followed few seconds later to be over Loïc. I closed my eyes, feeding Ben’s tongue snaking all over in my mouth. I heard a slap.

“Hey!” Ben called out at Julien for slapping his bare ass.

“Désolé…je pouvais pas résister,” (Sorry…I couldn’t resist…) Julien grinned, “Tiens, prends-les,” (Here, take them) Julien threw a couple of things at Ben from his bag on the floor. Ben picked them up, a pack of condoms and a tube of lube.

“Hmmm, want to?” Ben asked, waving the pack. Julien was already readying himself to enter Loïc.

“Dive in,” I nodded, “I want you to take my innocence away,” I smirked.

“Innocent, my ass,” Ben rolled his eyes, “You lost that ages ago, I bet.”

“I’m sure it’s your size…magnum,” Julien wisecracked as he took Loïc slowly.

“Shut up… And worry about him, not me,” Ben took out the tube, “Hmm, Astroglide…good stuff,” he commented, and squeezed a nickel-sized blob on his finger, “I’m going to massage it around, so relax,” he instructed. I nodded and prepared myself. Julien was already ramming Loïc; both were enjoying it too well according to the expressions on their faces.

I felt a cool sensation on my hole. Ben rubbed around, and it involuntarily contracted shut. I tried relaxing, closing my eyes to at least enjoy the cooling sensation. Eventually, it loosened up.

“I’m going to put a finger in. Gotta lube it really well, ok?” Ben warned. Then a finger slowly rubbed in, sliding with ease. He took it out to put another nickel-sized blob on it for the inner-part, slowing massaging around. After a couple of minutes of lubing, it felt very slippery and relaxed.

“Ok…” Ben paused to roll the condom down his shaft and put some lube around it by sliding his hand up and down several times, “It might hurt. If it does, tell me to stop till the pain subsides, ok?” I nodded again, feeling the head probing at my hole.

“Ok, here we go… any last words as a virgin boy?” Ben smirked.

“Yeah,” I whispered, “Je t’aime,” (I love you) I went to kiss him. Ben blushed and smiled, “Here we go! I’m diving into the unknown glory hole of Steph!” he giggled. Next thing I knew there was a pop and Ben was in an inch now. Pain shot out.

“Ah…stop…” I winced at the sharp pain. Ben paused, waiting for a go-ahead. I turned my head, taking my mind off the pain, to see Julien still banging Loïc. Loïc was now kind of leaning against the bedhead, giving Julien more room and letting them kiss as they screwed each other. I was just turned on even more by looking at them.

“Go...” I went to look at Ben, “All the way.”

“Ben nodded, and in few seconds, as I easily resisted the minor pain, he was all the way in.

“Shit…no one was able to take all seven inches of me at the first try,” Ben whispered, “Well, except Julien, but he’s a slut anyway,” he grinned.

“I heard that,” Julien panted, still deep in the world of pleasure with Loïc.

Ben started slowly pumping in and out, and the simulation became apparent. After several seconds of taking it easy, Ben progressively sped up the pace, releasing a light moan as my hole clenched around his slippery stick. Shortly, my prostate was getting greatly simulated and I quietly told Ben to stay where he was, letting him know he was doing good. Waves of pleasure pulsed around my hip area, and then I closed my eyes, letting him keep doing the work as I focused more. Listening to Julien and Loïc’s panting only made me even more turned on and the feelings better.

After twenty-thirty minutes of teasing each other to the brink from the closet to here on the bed, I just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Ben, I’m getting close. This is getting too intense to hold back,” I whispered.

“I’m close too, just hang in there so we can come together,” Ben responded.

I felt it strongly, the hold muscles were tightening even more and my prostate was slowly expanding to prepare for the eventual release. The waves of pleasure turned into orgasm as Ben pounded harder intensifying it.

“Ah…” I clenched my teeth, “Ben…”

My dick was extremely hard, and I gasped as the h-bomb exploded all over my hip to my body. My stomach tightened before I knew it, my dick pulsed out a long stream of semen landing on my upper chest. My orgasm grew even more powerful as the second shot flew to my chest.

“Ahhh…” I was too breathless to call out. I just wanted it to end fast because it was too much. I winced at every shot of juice.

“Oh shit…” Ben gasped, “This is it…ugnh…” he warned as he rammed even harder. Ben closed his eyes when I felt his dick throbbing inside me, feeling the spurts shooting in the condom. After few seconds, I ran dry, and Ben slowed down his pumping before stopping to collapse on me.

“Whoa…” Ben panted.

“Ah crisse…” Loïc muttered, “Les regarder me fait jouir…” (Ah fuck, watching them is making me come) he warned Julien, who appeared to be creaming in Loïc. Loïc in no time began to shoot on himself, all over his chest and stomach with his seed. Julien collapsed on him, sandwiching himself with Loïc’s mess.

“Tabarnak…” Julien chuckled, “C’était merveilleux, mon beau,” (Goddammit, that was wonderful, my beau) he kissed his forehead.

“Ouais…” Ben agreed, he took off his filled condom and threw it to the floor, “How was it?” he asked me.

“Best ever so far,” I said, “It was too much to even take, but in a good way.”

“Good to hear, Mr. No-Longer-Innocent,” Ben winked. He took a couple of towels from under the bed, and gave one to Julien to clean up his and Loïc’s belly. Ben cleaned his and mine.

“Jesus…how much did you squirt? A litre?” Ben kept cleaning the stuff off.

Julien stood up on the bed to get a quick cigarette. Loïc turned to Ben, cuddling on his side. Ben did the same to me, kissing me on my neck. I could feel that Loïc was feeling Ben’s semi-hard dick.

“Hmm, je savais que t’es aussi grand que Julien,” (I knew you’re as big as Julien) he smirked, stroking Ben’s dick to get it to full hardness. Julien noticed what Loïc was doing, so he put out his half-smoked cigarette and went to me.

“They shouldn’t leave us alone, eh?” he grinned before giving me a kiss, “Can you take another? Just for me?”

“Maybe…” I looked at Ben, who nodded to go ahead. I went to kiss him, feeling his dick. Smooth and slender.

“Hmmm…” he hummed through the kiss, and went for mine, stroking it to get hard.

We were able to get hard again, and then held each other, kissing and stroking. It was a little hard to come, especially after two times today, but I managed to give a decent orgasm but was a little low on the semen. Nevertheless, Julien didn’t mind, and I spooned him while stroking him from behind. After rubbing my body against his back, it was enough for him to come all over the bed. Ben and Loïc followed together, little moans filled the silence once again.

I kissed Julien and turned to hold Ben, just to go to sleep with him in my arms. Julien went to do the same for Loïc.

“Je t’aime…” Ben said before drifting off into sleep. I went to feel his hair, and Julien’s as well, massaging lightly for few minutes until I fell asleep.

Morning lights were already shining bright, and we were all covered under a bedsheet. A door opened and woke us all up.

“Ah marde…je vois que vous avez fait un trip à quatre…” (Ah shit…I see you all had a foursome) Adrien rolled his eyes. He was leaning on the doorway, and shirtless and in his jammies.

“Salut Adrien,” Julien smiled, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms in bed.

“Content de ne pas te voir tout nu, Julien,” (Happy not seeing you naked) Adrien merely responded, grinning.

“Adrien, quelle surprise,” Loïc smiled at him, “Pis t’as l’air fin sans t-shirt.” (What a surprise. And you look good without a t-shirt) Adrien’s eyes widened a little before turning shy. Ben and Julien glared at Loïc, then Adrien for an answer.

“Loïc…hey…” he trailed off, “Ok, vous avez une heure pour vous préparer à sortir!” (Ok, you got an hour to get ready to go out)

Before he closed the door, he went on, “Pis quelqu’un crisse cet ostie de condom sale sur le câlisse de plancher. M’a pas y toucher…c’est crissement dégueulasse. Sacrament…” he pointed at the used condom that Ben threw on the floor. And he left. (And someone throws away this fucking dirty condom on the fucking goddamn floor. I’m not going to touch it…it’s so fucking gross. God…) Ben went to pick it up and threw it in the trashcan.

“Tu le connais?” Ben asked Loïc, “Tu l’as jamais rencontré avant.” (You know him? You never got to meet him before)

“Euh ben, deux fois on a fait des pipes,” Loïc winked, “Je dirai qu’y’était plutôt…docile…” he giggled. Julien and Ben snorted. (Eh well, a couple times we sucked each other off. I would say he was rather…submissive…)

“Bon, chui plus le seul fif dans la famille car mon frère l’est aussi,” Ben said. (Good, I’m no longer the only gay guy in the family because my brother is the same as well)

“Non, je le pense pas. Soit y’est au moins curieux, soit y cherchait des lâches sexuels,” Loïc brushed off Ben’s thought. (No, I don’t think so. Either he’s curious or he was looking for some sexual releases)

“Ah…c’est possible, ça,” Ben agreed. (That’s possible)

“What’s going on?” I asked, “Qui est curieux?” (Who’s curious?)

“Oh nothing important,” Ben kissed on my cheek, “It’s just Loïc sucked Adrien, hence why Adrien looked a little unsettled when he saw Loïc.”

“You serious?” I gasped.

“Yes, and I find it ironic,” he paused to think, “I could get Loïc to set him up, and I would catch him. Oh…he would never live without a nickname too.”

“Une boy sucette?” Julien suggested.

“Yes! Exactly. After all of these years of getting wisecracks from him with the name ‘boy screwdriver’, I just might have my revenge at last,” Ben sneered.

“Pis ça se peut que ça puisse s’arranger,” Loïc said, “Ok, écoute, vous trois partirez, mais pas moi. Je retournerai pour y dire: ‘Oh, je leur ai dit que je devais aller chez moi seul, mais je voudrais passer du temps avec toi.’ Si je serai assez chanceux, y pourrait me laisser entrer pis j’exercerai ma magie,” Julien ended. Ben pulled his pillow over his face to cover his giggling fits, and Julien looked quite amused at the idea. (And that could be possible that it may work. Ok, listen, you three leave, but not me. I’ll come back to tell him: ‘Oh, I told them I’m going home alone, but I wanted to spend some time with you.’ If I’m lucky enough, he’ll let me in and I’ll work my magic.)

“Mais comment on va savoir quand on devrait entrer?” Julien questioned Loïc. (But how are we going to know when we should get in?)

“Easy, je speed-diale ton mobile. Y saura rien quand y se sera mis dans une session de frenching. Y le remarquera pas même quand j’appliquerai le bouton.” (Easy, I speed-dial your cell. He won’t know anything when he’s in a frenching session. He won’t even notice when I push the button.)

“Ouin, oh my god, j’ai longtemps attendu de ça,” (Yeah, oh my god, I have waited for this for a long time) Ben got excited, but went quiet at a sound.

“Vous avez quarante-cinq minutes!” Adrien shouted through the door, “Donc, arrêtez de vous fourrer pis vous préparez asteure!” Adrien calmed down, “Parce que j’ai des billets pour la game des Habs. Je peux en acheter plus pour Julien pis Loïc s’ils veulent venir!” (You have forty-five minutes. So stop fucking each other and get ready now! Because I have some tickets for the Habs game. I can buy some more for Julien and Loïc if they want to come)

“Woot!” Ben and Julien jumped nakedly off the bed and danced around the room looking for their undies to put on. Then they zoomed out of the door, passing a grinning Adrien, to the bathroom.

“Hey! Pas juste! Fais de l’air! La douche est à moi...” Ben lightly moaned in the bathroom, seeing that Julien had already beaten him, “Quelever, m’a t’y rejoindre.” After several seconds, a thump could be heard all over the apartment and a roar of laughter from Julien came out of the bathroom. (Hey! No fair! Get away! The shower is mine…Whatever, I’m going to join you.)

“Ow! Ciboire de tabarnak!” Ben shouted, “Pogne pas mon cul comme ça!” (Ow! Fuck! Don’t grab my ass like that!)

“Les gars, quessé vous faites là-dedans?” Adrien called out. (Boys, what are you doing there?)

“Y’a tripoté pis j’ai glissé pis tombé sur mon ostie de cul!” Ben answered through the bathroom. (He groped me and I slipped and fell on my fucking ass!)

“Arrêtez donc,” (Stop then) Adrien simply ordered, and silence, except the running of the water, now could be heard. I heard Adrien giggling a couple times at that incident.

“Ben a glissé…glissééé…” (Ben slid…sliddd) Loïc made sliding sign with his hand.

“Julien grabbed Ben’s ass and he slipped?” I pieced together. I chuckled at the thought.

“Oui!” Loïc nodded, grinning, “Sorry, not good at…speaking…”

“It’s ok…” I hugged him, feeling his bare chest against mine, “They’re showering together. Wanna do it with me. That would sound fair,” Loïc happily answered ‘oui’.

After Julien and Ben finished showering and walked out with a towel around their waist, Loïc and I went in, ignoring Ben and Julien’s look of suspicions.

“We don’t have time for funny business, you know?” Ben told me.

“No worries, he’s just soaping…and *coughs*massaging*coughs* my back,” And I was serious about what I had said. Loïc was indeed a good masseur.

After we finished showering and getting dressed, we were ready to leave on time as Adrien ordered. But Adrien was still shirtless and in jammies.

“Aren’t you coming?” I asked him.

“No, I have to study, so I wanted to get rid of you all,” he smirked, “See you at McGill in two hours.”

“Fuck you!” Ben gave him the finger before he playfully went to peck him on the cheek, “By the way, how was Rebecka?” Ben asked.

“Meh, we decided to be friends instead. That means I missed a good chance to get some…euhhh…release…” Adrien rolled his eyes, “Bye!” he waved us out of the door and closed it.

After walking a block away from the apartment, we stopped.

“Y’avait jamais la chance de fourrer quelqu’un. C’t’une bonne nouvelle,” Julien smiled. (He never had the chance to fuck someone. That’s a good new.)

“Ouais, t’as raison. Ma job sera plus facile après tout,” Loïc grinned, “Ok, dans quelques minutes, m’a retourner,” Loïc took out his cellphone, “Souviens-toi de ton cell. Quand tu l’entends, vous sacrez vos camps tout vite! Ok?” (Yeah, you’re right. Ok, in a few minutes, I’m going to come back. Remember your cell. When you hear it, you move your ass quick!)

“Bonne chance,” (Good luck) Julien pecked Loïc’s lips, and Loïc walked down the street back to the apartment, wearing a huge smile on his face.

“We’re going to ambush Adrien, so we’re using Loïc,” Ben filled me in, “You’ll see in a minute.”

We stopped at a coffeeshop, called ‘Café Gatô,’ a block away from the apartment, waiting for the green light from Loïc. We sat around; talking randomly, especially when I asked what party the prime minister of Quebec is part of when I saw him making a speech on the shop’s TV in French.

“Le Parti libéral du Québec…the Quebec Liberal Party,” Ben answered, “A little close to the American Democratic Party.” Then he explained about two other parties, the center-right Action démocratique du Québec (Quebec Democratic Action aka ADQ) and the leftist Parti Québécois (Quebecker Party aka PQ). I was surprised to hear that the PQ was a separatist party promoting for Quebec’s independence from Canada. Ben said that party won a few elections since its creation in 1970, and held two referendums on independence. One in 1980 lost by a 10% margin, but the one in 1995 was even closer, lost by less than 1% when 90% of the voting population participated that time.

“I remember after the voting day, Mum kept me inside the apartment when she had to call the police about a few guys trashing the street, smashing cars, and so on…very pissed about being so close to winning. Le Plateau is one of the most pro-separatist areas in Montreal,” Ben shook his head, “Well, most of the East Island is pro-PQ because that’s where most of Montreal’s Francophones live. The Anglophones and Allophones (speakers of other languages than French or English) tend to live on West Island, hence that’s why it’s pro-Liberal there. The city has been split like this between two language groups for almost two centuries now.”

“I never knew that there is a strong nationalism here. Why?” I asked.

“Because we’re different. We have our own language, own culture, and own history that went on for a few centuries. We’re pretty much a nation ourselves without the independence. It’s natural to try to keep them protected for the future,” Julien answered. Then his cell rang and he took it out to see the caller ID. He looked and smiled.

“Loïc! It’s time…” he grinned, and gulped all of his coffee, “Crisse…chaud…chaud…” (Fuck…hot…hot…) he fanned his mouth. And we started walking quickly to the apartment. Ben held back his goofy grin and giggling.

We walked up the stairs quietly, and we stood next to the door.

“This is going to be so sweet,” Ben opened the door quickly and entered as he said, “Shit! J’ai oublié mon portefeuille!” (I forgot my wallet) We walked fast past Adrien’s room, and Ben gasped loudly.

Adrien stood next to his bed, wide-eyed, with Loïc at his crotch, apparently giving him a bj.

“Fuck Ben!” Adrien jumped back to stuff his good-sized stick back in his jeans. Loïc appeared unfazed by this whole event.