christophe924 (christophe924) wrote in dalton_rpg, @ 2011-03-31 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, # pairing: christophe/joel, @ character: christophe cottier, @ character: joel o'hara |
Who:Christophe + Joel [+Chris’ Mother (Mrs. Periera)]
What: Joel’s arrival in Portugal!
Where:Christophe’s mothers’ house
When: Tuesday, March 29th, afternoon (Portugal time)
Rating:SFW
The car ride home had been nice. Even though they’d only been apart a few days, seeing him made it feel like they’d been away forever. And, while he was glad to see his boyfriend, he couldn’t help but be nervous about everyone else seeing him. When they got to Chris’ mother’s house, Chris knocked before coming in, warning his mother that they were coming.
Mrs. Periera hurried to greet them. While she was still a little hesitant about having a boy she’d never met staying in the house, let alone one who was dating her son and didn’t speak the same language as her, she wanted to make him feel welcomed. As they came in through the door she greeted them with some fresh-baked cookies she had made earlier that day. She wore a huge slightly forced motherly grin, and put the cookies down on a counter as soon as they entered to cover them in hugs. “Oh, Bonjour, bonjour!” She said, remembering that Joel did not speak Portuguese.
“This is my mother,” Chris explained, turning to Joel. He smiled, hoping the week would continue to go this well.
“Bonjour, Madame!Thank you so much for letting me stay here.” Joel greeted her cheerfully. He hugged her back, smiling as he took her in, the house and the smell of those cookies. He really shouldn’t but this was vacation and he was trying to impress Chris’ mother, after all.
“Oh, that’s smells wonderful. What kind of cookies?” He inquired of her politely.
“Your French is wonderful!” She was surprised, she had been expecting him to know a few words and have horrible grammar, but he was already making a lovely impression. “They are cinnamon swirl. A specialty of mine! Just for you boys!” She tried her best to speak the little English that she knew, but her accent was thick and harder to decipher than she realized.
Chris was glad that Joel was clearly trying to make a good impression, and he was passing so far. “Take one, Joel. They’re delicious.” He knew Joel’s goals of eating light and healthy couldn’t work in his mothers’ house.
Joel gave Chris a look but it softened almost immediately when his eyes met the other boys. “I’d love to...” He said, taking one of the cookies. They did smell amazing. He was going to gain so much weight this trip... He raised the cookie to his lips and took a bite. His eyes went wide.
“Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed without pausing to think.
Chris smiled, as did his mother, glad that Joel liked the cookies. Then again, who wouldn’t? It was well known to the neighborhood that Mrs. Periera was amazing at cooking and baking. He grabbed a cookie of his own before leading Joel to sit with him on the living room couch. Now came the inevitable questions from his mother.
“So! Joel, you’re from, eh, New York City, I believe?” She took her apron off and hung it up before sitting opposite them.
He settled in on the sofa, sitting close to Chris. He smiled at her and nodded, “Yes, I’m from New York City, born and raised.”
She nodded. “Yes, I’ve been there a few times. But now you go to school in Ohio with my son? What brought you there?” She noticed how close the boys were sitting and, while she itched to break them apart, part of her was glad that they looked so happy together.
Chris waited nervously for the questions to get worse, but looked eagerly and admiringly at his boyfriend as he listened to the conversation.
“Oh, my father went to school at Dalton. It’s sort of a family legacy. I suppose that also means he’ll want me attending Yale for university as well.” He smiled more, reaching out to slip his hand into Chris’. He wanted to say and do everything right. He needed to impress and win over his mother.
Mrs. Periera stared at her son’s hand linked into the other boy’s. While Joel was making a lovely impression, and she was glad to see them so happy together, she couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable at her 16-year-old son and how close he seemed to be to his boyfriend. Noticing she was staring, she tried to stop herself and continued with “Oh, good school... And you’re 17?”
“I’ll be 17 in July of this year, yes. I’m 16 still right now.” He nodded, squeezing Chris’ hand for strength and a bit of comfort.
Christophe hoped his mother wasn’t making Joel too uncomfortable. Or vice versa. He turned to his mother and said “Um, you two will have all week to get to know each other, right? I, um, I need to show Joel around, and, you know.” He smiled at his mother.
“Oh. Um, of course!” She said, standing up. “You two have, ehm, fun.”
“Thank you again for letting me stay here.” Joel said politely, still smiling. He only relaxed some when he and Chris had moved out of the room and were on their own.
“She’s lovely, Chris. I can see you in her a lot. You’re lucky to have a mother a wonderful as that.” He smiled at his boyfriend, snuggling in closer to his side.
Chris felt a pang of guilt hearing his boyfriend say that. Joel’s mother hadn’t been speaking to him and there Chris was showing off his lovely mother, just wishing he could help, or somehow make Joel feel better. He hoped this vacation would do just that. He put his arm around the boy as he snuggled in closer. “I am,” he said, planting a kiss on Joel’s cheek as they walked towards the guest room where Joel would be staying. He sat down on the side of the bed. “You must need sleep. Jetlag and all?”
“No, no.” He shook his head, “I need to get acclimated to the time here. I’ll stay up as long as I can, sleep tonight with you.” Joel smiled over at him as he settled down on the bed. He leaned over, kissing the tip of his nose. “I missed you, you know.”
“I missed you, too!” Chris smiled and took Joel’s hand. “I’m glad you’re here. You’re going to get to see one of the places where I grew up and” he paused, realizing that what he was about to say might be making him more nervous than excited, but keeping the smile going and trying not to show it, he continued “and get to meet my friends.”
Joel smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to see everything and meet everyone.” He looked Chris over once again as if he hadn’t seen him in months. With a grin he leaned in and kissed him properly.
Chris matched Joel’s longing look as though they’d been separated for more than a few days. He put his arms around Joel’s neck and said “I love you” into the kiss.
“Mm, I love you too...” He murmured against his lips with a smile. Joel gently ran a hand up into his hair, toying with the dark locks affectionately.
Christophe leaned in further, slowly pushing Joel down onto the bed, kissing him with passion and love. “You’re amazing, you know? Coming all the way to Portugal to be with me. I don’t deserve you.” He said in between kisses.
Joel eagerly leaned back, settling down onto the mattress. He smiled fondly up at his boyfriend, kissing him with just as much passion and love. “You’re the amazing one, Chris. I don’t deserve you.”
Chris continued the kiss with intensity, but knowing he didn’t want this to go on too much with his mother in the other room, likely to pop her head in at any moment, he separated his head from Joel’s, just an inch, and said “Maybe you want to unpack? Or see the, eh, the rest of the place?”
“Mm...” He whined softly when Chris pulled away, fingers gently scratching the back of his head. “I should... but I just want to kiss you.” He admitted with a soft smile.
Chris leaned back in closer. “I guess I’m okay with that idea, too.”
[[OOC: Note: Anything spoken in italics is in French]]