Page 25 of Julien (Confessions 2)

“You do?”

“We do,” Julien said. “But honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d want to come with us. Like I said, it’s a lot to ask of someone at the beginning of a new relationship, and the circumstances surrounding what happened? They’re not very…favorable toward me.”

“Julien,” Priest said, hating when Julien placed such a heavy burden of blame on himself.

Julien turned to him, and his eyes held that haunted air they always got when talking about his sister. “You know it’s true, mon amour. He needs to know too.”

“I need to know what?” Robbie said.

“Everything.” Julien faced Robbie again. “The good and the bad, princesse. You deserve to know it all if you’re going to open up your life to us. Even if it means that by the end of it you stop looking at me the way you are right now.”

Robbie shook his head as he moved up on his knees. “That won’t change. But I want to understand. I want to know what happened with your sister. Whenever you’re ready to tell me.”

Priest’s chest tightened at the honesty behind both men’s words, and when Julien took Robbie’s mouth in a tender kiss, sliding his fingers through that hair that was soft as silk, Priest watched the two men he now considered his become one.

Robbie moved closer to Julien, angling his head up to allow a deeper slide of that French tongue inside his mouth, and the rumble that bubbled out of Julien had Priest’s cock stiffening in his pants.

His men? They were beautiful together.

“Robbie…” Julien sighed, and then went to move away.

“No. Don’t get scared,” Robbie said. “Don’t back away from me like you did this morning. Let me know you. Let me know the real you. Trust me with that.”

“I do,” Julien said, and then he looked at Priest. “We both do.”

When Robbie also looked his way, Priest inclined his head, and the smile that shaped Robbie’s lips was sweet, the blush that hit his cheeks so endearing, that Priest caught his breath.

Robert Bianchi was getting under his skin in ways he hadn’t quite expected, and that was never more apparent than it was right then. He loved the way Robbie treated Julien with kindness and patience. How he touched Julien, how he cared for him, the same way that he himself did. And perhaps, more than anything else, Priest loved the unassuming way with which Robbie had maneuvered himself into their well-guarded fortress tonight. It’d been subtle, and sweet, and he’d not only broken down Julien’s walls, he’d effectively started to chip away at Priest’s.

“Viens ici,” Julien said, and Robbie turned around and rested his back to the couch so he could lay his head against Priest’s thigh and tilt his face up toward Julien. “Let's start with the good tonight, oui? Let me tell you a little bit more about my Jacquelyn, because she would’ve loved you, princesse, very much…”

Chapter Seven

CONFESSION

Half my heart and half my soul

will always be you,

ma petite poulette.

“JACQUELYN?” JULIEN CALLED out, as he walked up the stairs to where their bedrooms were located. It was Friday afternoon and school had just broken up for spring break, and if he knew his sister, she was already on the phone planning out their next two weeks of socializing.

“Jacquelyn? Jacquelyn? Where are you…?”

Jacquelyn was always the life of the party. He, on the other hand, was more private than outgoing. He preferred to keep to himself, which was difficult when your sister was one of the most well-known people in school, and after what had happened this past week? Julien wished she was more like the…least well known.

Over the past few months, things had become rather intense for him at school. In the blink of an eye, his life had completely changed, and all because of one thing—he’d finally come out as gay.

His family and friends had been amazing—nothing but supportive—but in turn, he’d gained the freedom to explore all that came with “being out.” Things he’d thought he always wanted. Such as dates, and boyfriends, and, of course—ugh—Timothée Martin.

Timothée Martin, who’d broken his heart for all of their high school to see, and if it hadn’t been for Jacquelyn telling anyone and everyone to “back off and mind your own damn business, or you’re going to have to deal with me,” he’d likely feel much worse about it than he currently did.

“OKAY, JUST FOR the record, I already love her,” Robbie said as he aimed a pointed look up at Julien. “She was going to kick everyone’s ass because they were talking shit about you. That’s what you call a badass bitch. My sisters are like that too.”

Priest chuckled from behind Robbie on the couch, and Robbie quickly turned his head to look up at him.

“And why does that make you laugh?”

Priest’s lips curved at one side, his scruff giving him a roguish appeal. “Because I can’t imagine you needing anyone to stand up for you.”

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