Luc was trying to make liqueur truffles in the kitchen with his thoughts straying to his favourite topic. God, he hadn't had sex in four days. But the last session had been something else. Daniel had been on him the moment Luc had walked in the door. With surprising strength for a smaller man, he had pushed Luc against the wall and taken him there mercilessly. It had felt much like Christmas. Luc didn't let him do it often, but when Daniel did, Luc loved it. The feel of Daniel inside him, the hard torso against his back, Daniel breathing his adoration into his ear. The wallpaper was stained from where Luc had spurted all over it.
Daniel hadn't stopped there. He had attempted to carry all six-feet-three of Luc into the bedroom, almost doing his back in. Eventually, Luc, held precariously by one leg and almost dropped on his head, had squirmed free, swept his five-eleven lover into his arms and bore him into the bedroom eagerly.
Once there, Luc had set about Daniel with chocolate body paint and an indefatigable tongue. Obviously the body paint wasn't shop-bought synthetic crap, but one Luc made himself and kept bottled in the bedside drawer. It had alcohol in it too, so he got an even bigger buzz licking it from every inch of his lover.
Daniel writhed like a sensual cat beneath Luc, all soft moans and breathless entreaties until Luc's tongue worked him open just right and Luc could slot himself inside perfectly.
They made love with such abandon that second time the bed head put dents in the wall. The mattress shook, the wooden frame shook and the floor trembled. Even the window seemed to shiver in its frame as Daniel came, louder than ever before. Luc dropped onto his back, sweating and exhausted.
"Mon Dieu," he declared fiercely. "I love you."
He didn't admit this often enough. Usually it was done after a fight to stop Daniel walking out on him. It wasn't like he didn't mean it, because he did. He adored Daniel with a passion which frightened him. He lived and breathed his lover and couldn't imagine life without him. But the relationship was difficult, challenging. They fought with monotonous regularity. Their very alikeness drove them apart and their love drove them back together for incredible make-up sex and weeks of idyllic sweetness until the next fight rocked them.
Luc was sure about the wedding, though. The proposal had started off as a way to prove his love for Daniel. He needed to go through with it to continue to prove his love, because he knew Daniel still doubted it, even now.
Luc's thoughts turned away from this thorny issue and back to more base matters. Daniel, naked and wanton beneath him, begging for more. God. Luc shivered and trembled, hard and desperate for the sort of loving only Daniel could provide.
And then the object of his desire burst through the kitchen door like a whirlwind, almost knocking Antoine the head waiter off his feet with a tray full of dishes.
"Danny..." Luc's heart sank when he saw the flushed, distressed face of his lover.
"Luc, it's Friday the thirteenth. I can't!" Daniel wailed piteously.
Luc frowned. He put a truffle ball down on its tray and wiped his hands cursorily on his apron. "What? You subscribe to that shit?"
"Something'll go wrong. Oh God!"
"Danny." Luc leaned on the bench a moment and took a deep breath. This failed to work. Instead he hurled a rolling pin across the kitchen for emphasis, narrowly missing decapitating Raoul, his sous-chef. "I have five hundred people coming here next week!" he yelled. "Thousands of euros worth of food will go to the pigs if you change the day. Get a fucking grip."
Daniel shrank back a bit in the face of Luc's fury, although it was hardly the first time he'd seen it. "But..."
"But nothing. Go home. I want you naked on your back in two hours when I get back. I'm going to give you the biggest seeing-to of your life." It was supposed to be a promise, but Luc made it sound like a threat.
It seemed to snap Daniel out of it. His anxious face turned cold and he drew himself up. "Oh no," he said. "Not with a week to go."
"I don't want to have sex for the next week. Or our wedding night will be nothing to remember."
"What?" Luc asked again, mouth open. He felt his balls shrivelling.
"You heard me. You should stay here at the restaurant for the next week so we're not tempted. Plus it will help me concentrate on the arrangements better if you're not there to distract me."
The truth dawned on Luc. "You gave me such a good time last time we did it because you had planned this all along. Hadn't you?"
Daniel didn't say anything. He merely stared Luc down stonily with those incredible eyes.
"Merde," Luc growled. "We may as well have your fucking mother here again and be done with it."
Daniel went pale. The fact that he was irrevocably lost to his mother was still a sore point. He turned away.
Luc tried to pull him back, repentant. "Danny..."
Daniel left the kitchen without looking back. "Fuck," Luc spat. He hurled a slotted spoon, followed by a wooden dish which bounced satisfyingly off the wall. This usually helped him think.