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  CITY OF LIGHTS

  An erotic interlude with the characters of

  LOVE MATCH

  Keira Andrews

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  This book contains explicit sexual content and graphic language (male/male homoerotic sexual practices).

  City of Lights

  Keira Andrews

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © March 2007 by Keira Andrews

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  It was late by the time Luke and Jesse made it back to their hotel. After showering off the red clay streaked across his body from his victory tumble onto the court, Jesse had done hours of interviews with the world media. Then, of course, it had been time for dinner with family and friends at one of the finest restaurants Paris had to offer.

  Luke was more than ready to have Jesse all to himself again, and he tried not to let his impatience show as Jesse’s parents said an extended goodbye in the hotel lobby. Luke’s mother had already gone up to her room with her boyfriend, Harry.

  Harry was an accountant who made model airplanes in his spare time and always smelled vaguely of glue. Luke teased him mother about finding the most boring man in America to fall in love with, but he was glad to see her so happy.

  Once Jesse’s parents were safely on the elevator, Jesse turned towards the other wing of the hotel, his arm wrapping around Luke’s waist. “You up for some more celebrating?” Jesse whispered, giving Luke an exaggerated wink.

  Luke’s cock twitched just thinking about it. With Jesse focusing on the tournament the past two weeks, the only sex they’d had, a few days before, had been rather rushed. “Oh, I’m up for it.” Luke stopped and steered Jesse towards the front doors of the hotel. “But not here.”

  “What, you’re going through an exhibitionist phase? That’ll make for some great headlines tomorrow.”

  Even though they’d been out for four years and most people were accepting -- especially the people who mattered -- they still had to be careful. “No, we’re going to our room.”

  “Uh, that would be upstairs.”

  “That was our old room.” Luke smiled in what he hoped was an enigmatic way. “We’re staying somewhere else tonight.”

  Jesse grinned delightedly, and Luke’s heart skipped a beat. Jesse was twenty-seven now, but still hadn’t lost his boyish enthusiasm. Luke was thirty-eight -- pushing forty, as his trainer Aaron liked to remind him when they got together for their weekly session -- but Jesse kept him feeling young.

  A car was waiting for them, and they wound their way through the streets of Paris, the old buildings rushing by as the Lexus made its way along the narrow streets. When they arrived at their destination, Jesse’s smile grew even wider. “The George V? You got a room here? Seriously?”

  Luke simply winked in return and tipped their driver before getting out. The doorman ushered them inside the beautifully appointed lobby, and a woman appeared as if out of thing air. “Bon soir, gentlemen. Jean-Paul will show you to your suite.” A man had also materialized, and he led them to the elevator.

  Once upstairs on the top floor, Luke tipped Jean-Paul and shut the door to the suite. Jesse turned in a slow circle, gawking. “And I thought the Hilton was nice. Holy shit, Luke. This room must cost a small fortune!”

  “Good thing you just won the French Open.”

  At the reminder of that afternoon’s victory, Jesse beamed. “Yeah, good thing. It’s also a good thing you got that job with ESPN.”

  Luke rolled his eyes. “Please, I do sixty-second how-to’s on improving your strokes. It’s not like I’m a commentator.”

  “Not yet. But you will be.” Jesse noticed the private terrace and opened the doors wide. “Oh my god! Have you seen this view?”

  Luke had inspected the room a few days earlier, and the incredible view of the Eiffel Tower had sold him on it. The bathroom overlooked the city skyline as well, and the accommodations were luxurious in every way. Overstuffed cream-colored chairs and pillows with gilded accents made the rooms resplendent.

  Standing behind Jesse on the terrace, Luke wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist. “Not bad, huh?”

  Jesse sighed contentedly. “Not bad.” He turned in Luke’s arms and pressed their lips together. “What’s the bedroom look like?”

  They made quick work of their clothes as they crossed the living room, and were naked by the time Luke pressed Jesse down into the soft mattress in the golden bedroom, the duvet tossed aside. Their kisses started out playfully, but soon their tongues were demanding, breath coming in short gasps. Jesse arched up, rubbing their hardening cocks together. “I missed you so much,” he muttered.

  “I’ve been here the whole time.” Luke pulled back, catching his breath, a smile playing on his lips. “But I missed you more.”

  Jesse’s arms wrapped tightly around Luke’s back. “Sorry I’ve been so distracted.”

  “It’s safe to say your distraction paid off.”

  The infectious grin was back. “I won. I can’t believe I actually won.”

  “Just trying to show me up as usual.”

  “That’s right. Next time we get in a fight I’ll be sure to remind you that there’s only one French Open champion in this relationship.”

  They laughed and kissed again, bodies moving together, skin soon becoming slick with sweat. Luke moved lower on the huge bed, his lips marking his path down Jesse’s body. He took Jesse’s cock in his mouth, making Jesse gasp with pleasure. Luke took him deeper into his throat, wrapping his hand around the base of Jesse’s cock as his head bobbed up and down. When he knew Jesse was getting close, Luke pulled back, his tongue making one last sweep around the tip of Jesse’s cock.

  Jesse panted. “God. Now.”

  Wanting nothing more than to plunge deep inside him, Luke cursed himself silently for not getting the lube out of his suitcase ahead of time. He slid off the bed and was back in a flash with the slim tube. Kneeling, he slicked himself as Jesse watched hungrily.

  As Luke lifted Jesse’s legs to his shoulders, Jesse pulled him down for a kiss. “Fuck me,” Jesse gritted out, his teeth pulling at Luke’s lip. Then there were no more words as Luke thrust inside him in one swift motion. The heat was intense, the feel of skin on skin almost enough to bring him over the edge. They hadn’t used condoms for years now, and trusted each other completely.

  Luke only started moving when he was back in control, the feel of Jesse tight around him maki
ng his whole body tingle with pleasure. Sometimes he marveled at how he could still want Jesse just as much now as the first time they’d met. Jesse’s body was as familiar as his own now, the taste and smell and feel. In the past, he’d wondered if they’d ever get bored with each other, but Luke never stopped wanting him.

  They moaned in unison as Luke rocked in and out, Jesse’s head thrown back on the pillow, his mouth open. “Oh god, Luke. More.”

  Luke pushed into him over and over, pressing Jesse’s knees against his chest, opening him up further. Jesse’s cock was hard and leaking, trapped between their bodies. Fingers tight in Luke’s hair as he kissed him again, Jesse took in a ragged breath. “Harder. Harder.”

  His muscles beginning to strain, Luke grunted with each thrust. When his balls tightened, Luke reached between them, squeezing his hand around Jesse’s cock. He pulled in unison with the motion of his hips, and Jesse came, the liquid heat splashing up onto their chests. As Jesse shuddered with release, Luke emptied inside him, a long moan escaping his lips.

  Luke was barely able to whisper Jesse’s name before collapsing on top of him. Jesse’s legs slid off Luke’s shoulders and they both tried to catch their breath. Beneath his ear, Luke could hear Jesse’s heartbeat slowly return to normal.

  Lifting his head, Luke lazily swiped his tongue over Jesse’s stomach and chest until he was clean. “If you’re hungry, we can order room service.” Jesse teased.

  “Well, there is a bottle of champagne and dessert in the living room.”

  “Do you think if we call, someone will come up and bring them in here?”

  “The service is supposed to be impeccable.”

  Jesse laughed. “We’d have to give the guy a pretty big tip.” He wriggled his way out from under Luke. “You stay and rest, old man. I’ll go.”

  “Hey, who said I was old?” Luke turned onto his side and propped his head in his hand. He watched Jesse walk into the other room (or more to the point, he watched Jesse’s firm, round ass).

  “You say you’re old every time I beat you on the court.” Jesse popped a strawberry in his mouth after putting down the tray laden with fruit and chocolate on the bed.

  “I still win my fair share of matches.”

  “Mmm hmm. Hey, we’re playing doubles at that charity thing next month, right?”

  “Damn straight. Stein Koehler is going down.”

  “Not that you hold a grudge, or anything.”

  Luke affected an innocent expression. “Moi? Never.”

  “He’s playing with Riel. It’s not going to be an easy match.”

  “But it’s a match we’re going to win.”

  Jesse chuckled. “Glad to see your competitive juices are still flowing.”

  “Oh, my juices are flowing. Don’t you worry about that.”

  Jesse nipped at Luke’s neck. “I have no worries.”

  “Speaking of flowing liquids ...” Luke reached for the champagne. Once it was poured, they raised their glasses and clinked them together lightly. Luke cleared his throat. “To the new Roland Garros champion.”

  “I will never get sick of hearing that, just for the record.” Jesse took a gulp of his champagne.

  “Soon to be Wimbledon champion for the second year in a row.”

  Jesse snorted. “Not if Chernekov has anything to say about it. Or Richardson.” He took another big swallow, and Luke mused that Jesse would be drunk before long, since alcohol always went straight to his head and the wine had been flowing at dinner. “Is it wrong that I don’t even care right now about winning Wimbledon again?”

  Barking out a laugh, Luke shoved a piece of cantaloupe into Jesse’s mouth. “Get back to me when we’re in London and you step out onto the grass again at Queen’s Club. You’ll be raring to go for Wimbledon.”

  “I know, I know.” Jesse flopped back onto the bed, sending some strawberries rolling onto mattress. “It’s just so hard to go right from clay to grass. Why can’t they put an extra week in there? The schedule’s crazy.”

  “Because the French and English are both equally stubborn.”

  “Thank god I have a bye in the first round tomorrow. Maybe I should just skip this tournament and rest up for Wimbledon.”

  “I think you know what Jeff will say to that suggestion.”

  Jesse sighed. “I think it would involve something about not resting on my laurels.”

  “He’s a great coach, and he’d be right. You don’t have to win Queen’s Club; just play a few matches to get ready for the big show. But you don’t have to worry about that tonight.”

  “You’re right, I don’t.” With quick movements that scattered more fruit every which way, Jesse took Luke’s glass of champagne and rolled him onto his back. He straddled Luke’s hips and tipped the cold, bubbly liquid onto his chest. Luke barely had time to cry out before Jesse’s warm mouth covered his nipple, sucking it gently.

  Jesse took his time lapping up the champagne from Luke’s skin, and when he was done, Luke was hard again. Jesse grinned. “So, how private is that terrace?”

  “Very.”

  “Hmmm. It’s such an incredible view. Would be a shame to waste it.” Jesse leaned down and kissed him.

  “Especially since it’s our last night in Paris.”

  Jesse disappeared into the bathroom and came back with two robes, tossing one at Luke before slinging his over his shoulders. Luke followed him outside, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the warm night air. The lights of Paris spread out before them, the Eiffel Tower rising up towards the sky.

  Flowers bloomed in every corner of the terrace, their sweet fragrance lingering in the air. The balcony railing was wide, and Jesse spread his arms out, bracing himself. Luke reached down and lifted Jesse’s robe, his fingers making light, teasing circles over his skin. He whispered in Jesse’s ear. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. Your cock inside me.”

  Luke continued making light strokes over Jesse’s skin, his fingertips skimming over Jesse’s nipples and down over his stomach. A soft breeze whispered over them, and Jesse shuddered, goose bumps rippling over his skin under Luke’s hands.

  “Do I have to beg?” Jesse’s eyes had drifted shut.

  Taking hold of Jesse’s hips, Luke inched his way inside him. “You might have to.”

  Jesse pressed back, trying to take more of Luke in. “You just love being a tease.”

  They both laughed, and with a sudden movement, Luke pushed in to the hilt. He took Jesse’s earlobe between his teeth. “Open your eyes.” Jesse did as he was told, and Luke began moving his hips back and forth slowly. “Get a good look at your kingdom.”

  “I’m king of the castle.” Jesse giggled softly and then moaned as Luke hit just the right spot.

  “That you are.” Luke pulled out and thrust back in, hitting the sweet spot again. “I’m so proud of you.” He reached down and caressed Jesse’s cock languidly. “So proud.”

  Jesse turned his head and captured Luke’s mouth with his own. They kissed gently at first, but soon their tongues dueled, and Luke increased the pace of his thrusts as he stroked Jesse harder.

  They came almost at the same time, and afterwards they finished the champagne on the terrace, watching the twinkling lights of the city until their eyes grew too heavy.

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  As the sun’s rays began to brighten the room early the next morning, Luke thought about getting up, but burrowed back into the sheets instead. He heard Jesse in the bathroom, and figured he had another twenty minutes at least to sleep.

  Then the mattress dipped. “I know you’re awake.”

  Luke kept his eyes shut and made a noncommittal noise.

  “Have you seen the size of the bathtub? Come on, let’s try it out.”

  “Five more minutes.”

  Jesse laughed. “You always say that! Your idea of five minutes and the universe’s are not the same.” Regardless, Luke heard him leave.

  A moment later, he was back. “Did you know
this is the honeymoon suite?”

  At this, Luke opened his eyes. “Hmm?”

  Jesse, wearing his robe, sat cross-legged on the bed with the bill that must have been pushed under the door, enclosed in an embossed folder. “Holy crap, this really was expensive.” He leaned down and kissed Luke softly. “It was a great surprise. Thanks.”

  “Anytime. Anytime you win a Grand Slam, that is.”

  “Great. No pressure!” Laughing, Jesse went back into the bathroom. Luke heard the water turn on, and the tub begin to fill. He waited. Jesse should be poking through the tray of fancy salts and bubble baths -- he loved that stuff.

  Less than a minute later, Jesse was back. This time he held a small velvet box in his hand, and he looked back and forth between it and Luke. He opened his mouth, but only managed to get out, “Wha ...?”

  “Cat got your tongue?” Luke’s heart began pounding lightly in his chest, and his mouth was suddenly dry. What if this had been a bad idea?

  Jesse knelt on the bed beside him. “Luke, is this ...? Are you ...?”

  Taking the box from Jesse’s hand, Luke opened it. Inside were two white gold bands. “I thought maybe it was time. I know we’re already committed, but I just thought it would be nice to make it official. Well, as official as possible considering we can’t legally get married.” Luke realized he was starting to ramble, and stopped.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  Say yes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. It was just an idea.” Luke’s face flushed.

  Jesse blinked in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

  “I don’t know; I don’t want to pressure you.” Luke sat up against the pillows and tried not to fidget.

  The seconds ticked by as Jesse watched him, a smile finally dawning slowly on his face. “You really think I’d say no?”

  “I ... I don’t know. Does that mean you’re saying yes?”

  “Of course I’m saying yes, you idiot.”