Adrien’s smile kept lighting up our little corner of the bar. It was almost like a spotlight had been trained on his mouth just to emphasize it.
And now there was something hypnotic about it. Not just irritating anymore.
“Is it really that obvious?” I asked nervously.
“Not exactly,” he said, waving to a server across the room. “It’s more like… I just knew. Like it was already a given.”
Damn.
The way he said it sounded like he was describing one of his research observations.
“When did you figure it out?”
The server arrived.
“Two Vedettes, please,” Adrien ordered, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Honestly? Pretty early.”
“So it does show that much?”
“It’s not about showing,” he shrugged. “It’s more general than that.”
Then he shot me a teasing look. “Although the way you look at your roommates might have helped.”
I froze.
"And yeah... that laundry thing."
Busted.
“Sorry… Didn’t want to make you feel awkward.”
“Relax,” he said. “If you were a hot girl, it would’ve been the same thing the other way around. It’s normal. I saw your eyes stuck on Julien since the very first day. Now wonder you were that excited to join us here. He was the one who introduced you to the apartment.”
“Well… actually…”
Did I really want to talk about my attraction with Adrien?
Go that far?
“Before I moved into the apartment,” I said slowly, “I’d never tried anything with guys.”
That made the neurologist raise an eyebrow.
“Really? So this is all very recent.”
“Yeah.”
“And? What happened then?” His curiosity was clearly growing. “You can’t stop there.”
The server returned with our drinks.
I wasn’t sure I could keep drinking at this pace. It was already around 7:30 p.m., hunger was starting to kick in, and my stomach was full of beer. The perfect recipe to get drunk—especially for someone like me who usually didn’t handle alcohol that well.
Adrien, on the other hand, didn’t slow down at all.
“Come on man, just a few things.”
“Well… so far I don’t have much experience,” I admitted. “Mostly… foreplay.”
“Like what?”
“Well…” I felt a drop of sweat slowly run down the back of my neck. “Blowjobs… that kind of thing.”
“Oh, cool. That’s already a lot. Honestly I’d kind of like to try that someday,” Adrien said, spreading his legs a little wider under the table. “Looks fun.”
“Fun?”
That wasn’t the word I would’ve used. Especially after being used as a cum dump for Julien and Greg twice already. Maybe the difference was the taboo I had attached to it myself.
“So did guys go down on you too,” he continued, “or was it mostly you doing it?”
“Uh…” Why did he have to be so curious about this? “Mostly the second option.”
His smile widened even more:
“And you liked it?”
Silence.
Embarrassment tightening around me.
I wished I could change the subject, but his relaxed curiosity almost made me want to convince him to try it with me.
Might as well take the chance:
“Yeah… honestly, it was complicated at first,” I admitted. “Like learning an instrument. Or a new language.”
“Seriously?”
“I had no idea what I was doing.”
Adrien laughed:
“Oh come on. You must’ve watched porn at some point. Or at least copied what your girlfriend used to do.”
“She didn’t really like doing that.”
Another pause.
“I see,” Adrien said quietly. “So you haven’t had that much experience in general.”
“Not really.”
“What about kissing a guy? Did you like that?”
Damn.
I mentally reviewed every interaction I’d had—at the apartment or anywhere else—and realized something strange.
I had never kissed a guy.
Not once.
And yet I’d already gone pretty far with those two idiots.
It didn’t make any sense.
Actually, the more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. But Julien and Greg clearly weren’t interested in that part. Or at least not now.
The deal with Julien seemed to be only about servicing his cock, nothing more. Greg… well I only sucked on his giant balls once so does that even count?
“I haven’t done that yet.”
“Seriously?” Adrien looked genuinely shocked. “Then how did all this even happen?”
“I… it was just physical, you know. Honestly I didn’t even think about kissing at that moment.”
Adrien listened quietly, sipping his drink, still fascinated by my answers.
“They were short, intense moments,” I continued. “Since I didn’t really know what to do, I mostly followed orders. It was almost… mechanical sometimes.”
“From the way you describe it,” he said, leaning forward slightly, “it sounds like you didn’t have much choice. Are guys really that rough?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Welp, then I’m the weird one I guess,” Adrien said, resting his elbow on the table. “Because right now, sex isn’t really what I need.”
He looked straight at me.
“What I need is more like... tenderness.”
Was I imagining the invitation in his eyes?
In his voice?
“There’s nothing weird about that,” I said. “Especially after a breakup. You said you missed the intimacy more than anything.”
“Yeah… kinda wished I could find someone that would just like cuddling and things like that. But it feels like very few women are interested in that kind of relationship. Most of the ones I know are in their thirties, looking for something serious. Someone settled, stable job, the whole package. I don’t even know if I’ll still have a contract in a year man, things are tough at the moment.”
“Yeah. Those positions are hard to get.”
“You know how it goes nowadays. Even at a good university like ours, postdocs fight for a handful of spots every year. Add the mediocre salaries on top of that—it’s not exactly appealing.”
For a second I almost said something like That wouldn’t bother me.
But I stopped myself.
Too obvious.
“Want some help finishing that?” Adrien asked suddenly, nodding toward my half-full glass that I hadn’t touched in a while.
“I’m starving,” I admitted. “And the beer’s starting to hit me.”
He laughed;
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He gave me a wink. “Then we’ll grab something to eat on the way.”
“Now that sounds perfect.”
I got played, honestly. I had to run to the bathroom after two and a half beers, and Adrien used that moment to quietly pay the entire bill.
Sure, it was a cheap student bar, but still. It had been a long time since someone bought me drinks like that.
When I protested, he just gave me that same charming smile:
“Let someone treat you for once, man. Enjoy it.”
I didn’t argue much after that, just promised I’d get the next round someday.
Why did it suddenly feel like I was on a date?
Well, honestly, I’d already felt a bit of that earlier at the museum—like we were there to discover each other more than the Han dynasty.
On the way back we stopped at the Vietnamese place next to the bar and grabbed two bánh mì sandwiches. I devoured mine in less than a minute. I had to soak up all that alcohol somehow. Adrien seemed to know some good places around campus because it was delicious (and so cheap).
In the metro, Adrien didn’t want to sit down, so he stood in front of me, holding onto the central pole.
The bulge in his jeans was right at mouth level.
I didn’t even bother hiding the fact that I was looking.
I stared at it.
And I saw it twitch now and then. Move slightly. Grow.
His cock angled up along his left thigh, and I could almost make out the shape of the head through the fabric.
He was clearly well endowed too. Maybe even more than the cocky swimmer?
But something caught my eye: its shape looked a little unusual. Slightly curved?
Is that why Julien called him Curvy?
We reached the building entrance.
The alcohol had faded a little for me, but Adrien seemed heavier now, a bit clumsier in his steps. He didn’t need assistance to walk straight, but you could tell he was not sober, at all.
When we stopped at the door and he started digging in his bag for his badge, I stepped ahead and opened the gate myself, brushing against him.
“Whoa, man, I could’ve done that.”
“You drink a lot but you don’t handle it that well,” I teased.
“Hey… I finished your beer, sweetheart. Already forgot?”
“Sweetheart? Really?”
As we stepped into the dark corridor of the building courtyard, I reached toward the wall to switch on the light.
Adrien stopped me.
“Wait.”
I turned around.
He was right behind me now, his expression suddenly serious.
“So you’ve never kissed a man?”
“Uh… no.”
“Want to fix that right now?”
“I… right now?”
We were literally standing in the middle of the courtyard. In darkness.
“I want to try it,” he said. “Kissing a guy.”
I didn’t answer.
His face hovered just a few inches above mine, the warmth of his slightly open mouth brushing my lips.
“Are you sure?” I asked, partly trying to convince myself.
His eyes looked hazy, unfocused.
He nodded.
“Kiss me.”
So I did.
And that’s when I discovered what it meant to kiss someone taller than you. Like really taller. It had never happened to me before. With my ex-girlfriends I’d always been the taller one (sometimes by a lot) but Adrien was clearly a head above me.
It changed everything.
Maybe for the better.
I had to stretch slightly on my toes just to reach him. I almost wanted to grab his shoulders to steady myself, but I tried not to touch him. Didn’t want to do something inappropriate.
I wanted more than a quick peck.
I tilted my head and slipped my tongue forward as our lips met, and he accepted it immediately, letting my tongue slide into his warm mouth.
His lips surprised me—they felt fuller than I was used to. Not the same softness. Not the same feeling.
His scent filled my nose almost instantly, something faintly woody that seemed to come from his chest, where a few hairs peeked out from beneath his blue shirt.
And I liked that smell.
Right away.
So different from the chlorine or gym scent that followed Julien and Greg.
Less urban.
More… wild.
Then I felt his tongue.
Thick.
It plunged into my mouth and stroked along mine.
Holy shit.
I definitely hadn’t been ready for that.
His tongue moved eagerly, exploring every corner of my mouth like it had discovered something delicious and wanted to savor every drop.
I’d never had a kiss like that.
And to make things worse (or better) I felt one of his hands slide up to cup my cheek, holding me there as if he wanted the kiss to last longer.
I was completely hooked.
Totally at his mercy in that moment.
His other hand brushed briefly across my chest, almost shyly, before pulling back again, like he had expected to find a breast there out of reflex.
My eyes opened for a second in surprise.
I was kissing a man.
For the first time.
Everything confirmed it: the rougher skin around his freshly shaved mouth rubbing against mine, his large hand holding my face, the stronger, more masculine scent around him.
And the fact I had to tilt my head back.
I almost felt… feminine. It was not unpleasant to be kissed like that, for once.
I didn’t dare touch him though. Maybe it would break the illusion. Or make him lose his focus. I wanted this to last forever now.
I pushed harder with my tongue, quickly realizing I loved the moments when he was the one doing the moves, when his tongue circled slowly inside my mouth, deep and deliberate.
How long did that kiss last?
Honestly, I have no idea.
But it didn’t take long before I felt something pressing against the top of my groin.
His balls.
Yes, he was that tall.
They had practically settled right against my crotch. I could feel their weight.
And what was happening in our pants left very little room for interpretation.
We were both rock hard!
If you enjoyed this story, consider supporting the author on Patreon.
