Felix waved with good humor, and Francois led me outside. While the weather was milder than Paris, it was still winter, and the orange glow of the sunset in the sky lent enough warmth that I was comfortable. Francois led me to the barn, pausing at the large double doors. "My brother told you earlier that this is not a normal barn. Take a look inside."
It took me a while to understand what the collection of ropes, beams, and other things in the dimly lit cavernous barn was until I spied something hanging from a beam. "Are those gymnastic rings?"
Francois nodded. "Welcome to the place where our father taught my brother and I every physical skill needed to become who we are. This place was our training hall, our sparring center, and as much our classroom as the schools we went to. It’s also one of the few places that I’d routinely best Felix."
"Oh, why's that?" I asked, thinking that while Francois was different from Felix, I didn't find him deficient to his brother. Maybe it was just a case of the grass being greener, and Francois not being aware of his own strengths.
He took my question differently, though, his mouth tightening. "Felix has always been a bit larger than me, a bit stronger. But many of the skills that our father trained us in, that extra mass was a detriment."
“What’d you two do in here anyway?" I asked, looking into the shadows. "I wish I could see this in daylight."
"Tomorrow. Father never installed lights, saying that it was vital that we learn how to maneuver ourselves in darkness. It’s difficult at first, but you learn to use your other senses. Here, I’ll show you a little, for what you can see anyway.”
Francois stripped off his shirt in a single smooth motion, and with a happy grin took off across the barn. Jumping over a rope I hadn't even seen, he went up the beam in the middle arm over arm, nearly launching himself from hand grip to hand grip, using holds that I hadn't even realized what they were until he was hanging from them. With a final little leap, he grabbed a rope that was tightly stretched across the space, leaving his feet dangling a few feet above my head. "How’s that?"
"You move like a damn cat," I said, amazed. I came over and took his hands, surprised that they weren't shredded on the rope. I traced the red lines that had been caused by the material, amazed. "How'd you do that?"
"Twenty-three years of experience," Francois said. He clasped my hands in his and smiled. “But I have a feeling it won’t take you as long.”
"You expect me to be flipping around and doing all that?" I asked, flabbergasted. I was a rock and roll guitar player, not a member of Cirque De Soliel. “You’re crazy.”
"I've been called that a few times," Francois said with a chuckle, "but I didn't mean all of that. Just that you can enjoy this space too. In the meantime, I was thinking something more like this."
Francois pulled me in close and kissed me hard, his arms crushing me against his firm torso. His skin pressed against my hands, and his lips pressed against mine. He was warm, masculine, and strong. I had to admit, the display of physical ability he'd just done had done more than a little to my pulse, and the taste of him added to it, turning the warmth into a fire.
"Have I been so neglectful of you?" I asked Francois when I could breathe again, my hands resting on the swells of his chest. The light hairs added texture underneath my fingertips, and I traced the muscles in appreciation. "Have I really?"
"Sometimes I feel like you have more in common with Felix than with me. I understand, he’s a better conversationalist once he lets you in," Francois whispered, smiling sadly. “But I’m a lot more fun, don’t you think?”
“Well, you certainly know how to use your tongue. Which reminds me," I teased, reaching down. "Maybe I should return the favor for that night in Paris?”
Pushing Francois, I walked him backward until his butt was against one of the beams of the barn, a smile on his face. “Mmm. I like this new aggressiveness."
"You bring out the animal in me, you know that?" I countered, sinking to my knees. I pulled at the button on his pants, undoing them quickly and reaching in, pulling out his still mostly soft cock. I wasn't offended, we'd just started kissing only a few seconds before. Instead, I relished the soft texture in my mouth as I sucked him in, rolling my tongue around his shaft before releasing him to taste the silky texture of his balls. "In fact, I'm going to eat you up. One rule, though."
"What?" Francois asked, his eyes rolling back as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and licked.
"Keep your hands on that post behind you and don't let go," I teased. "I know how you like to take control."
I wrapped my hand around his cock, smiling up at him while his hands trembled. He quickly hardened and I stroked gently, teasing him while I cocked an eyebrow. "Well?"