Ah, France... Home to ancient medieval cities, alpine villages, Mediterranean beaches, and the iconic Eiffel Tower. Deep into the heart of Paris, the "city of love" and the popular capital of the famed country, Tyler and Mike have temporarily taken residence in one of their prized, luxurious and quite extravagant hotels, along with Dylan who recently came over for a little visit...
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"I've been putting in the hours for this like it's a part-time job of mine, and not a single man I've encountered is worth my time..." Dylan groaned while clicking through a dating website.
He turned his head and frowned at Tyler for a few moments as he was reading a novel about ghosts while lying on a couch in the living room.
"Tyler, get out. You're giving me unlucky vibes by simply being here." Dylan soon spoke as he pointed a finger towards the door.
Tyler poked his head out from inside of the book, turning his own head sharply before giving Dylan a nasty look.
"Bitch, I live here. Don't talk that shit to me." he snapped back.
"And you're hogging the computer, that I so politely gave up so you could then realize that no man thinks you're worth their time."
"Hmph. Not that you were doing anything important on it yourself..." Dylan countered as he scrolled through Tyler's search history.
"ghosts", "how to properly fuck a ghost", "where to find horny ghosts", "nine-tailed foxes", "ghosts", "the secret behind the luminescent soul dick", "how to contain your anus when it's the size of a universe"..."
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"That is important stuff, though." Tyler huffed with annoyance, folding his arms as Dylan gave him a blank stare.
"They seem more aligned with your backwards fetish fantasies to me..." Dylan thought aloud.
"There's a difference, you uncultured dumbfuck, and shouldn't you be getting back to your social sob story?" Tyler suggested as he stood up from his spot.
"Whatever you wanna call it, as if you're better off yourself!" Dylan called out as he swirled back on his chair to face the computer again.
"Hm." Tyler smirked as Mike suddenly entered the kitchen dressed in a lime-green and white t-shirt along with a pair of dark-blue shorts.
"Oh, hey Tyler." he simply greeted him as he opened the fridge, bending down to reach the bottom drawer.
Tyler merely glanced back to see Dylan frowning upon the realization that Tyler and Mike were practically in a close friendship/relationship themselves.
Turning back with a smug look on his face, Tyler walked up to Mike and answered:
"Heyyy, baaabe" in an overly exaggerated tone before pinching his butt lightly.
Mike ignored his questionable gesture as he brought out what he needed before shutting the fridge door.
"So... what's up?" he asked casually while pouring himself a glass of OJ.
"Oh, nothing really... I'm just sooo happy to see my bae!" Tyler happily responded as he pressed himself up against Mike from behind; pulling him into a tight hug that almost caused the glass he was drinking from to drop out of his hand.
"Uh... I'm happy to see you too?..." a look of slight confusion arose on Mike's face as he properly set the glass back on the table before releasing himself from the hug.
"Not that we don't see each other all the time or anything..."
"Yeah, but I can't help but feel sooo good when you're around." Tyler sighed merrily.
"Someone to love, someone to care for, someone to have loads of fun with..."
Dylan couldn't help but roll his eyes while overhearing Tyler's little act, catered specifically towards making him jealous.
"Yeah, well I'm in a bit of a hurry today, so I don't have time to fist your anus or whatever right now." Mike mentioned as he walked briskly out of the kitchen, grabbing a few essentials along his way.
"Where are you off to in such a hustle? A stripclub?" Tyler joked with a smile.
"I'm just heading to see Robin, nothing fancy." Mike responded while walking to the door, hardly taking notice of Dylan's presence from across the room.
"Well, have fun with whatever you're doing then!" Tyler encouraged.
"Cause I'll be waiting for your return, you sexy dreamboat..."
He then gave Mike's ass a firm slap with his right hand, watching it jiggle slightly as he bit his lip with satisfaction.
"Mhm, and if you could be less of a shipwreck by the time I return, that would be great. Mike flatly requested as he opened the door to leave.
"Sure, thing!" Tyler sang as he closed the apartment door upon his leave.
He then started humming to himself as he plopped back onto the couch, looking up at Dylan's annoyed look with a smug grin on his own face.
"You two get along real nicely, huh?" Dylan interrogated, with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You'd best believe that we're quite the pair, him and I!" Tyler laughed as he stretched his arms out for a moment.
"Like two testicles in a cute, cozy ballsack!"
"Nice." Dylan simply commented, feeling that anymore remarks about them would encourage Tyler to boast for even longer than he desired.
"Although..." Tyler's voice began changing.to a more solemn tone.
"He has been quite busy as of late, and I kind of wish that we could spend a bit more time together."
Dylan turned back to the computer for a moment, glancing at the failed matchups he endured over the past few hours.
"Well, I wish I actually had someone to spend time with..." he then thought to himself.
Dylan looked back at Tyler who was staring at the ceiling at that point, before shifting his eyes downwards until they locked onto a noticeable bulge present on the crotch area of his shorts.
"Well, well... it seems like you're hiding a little something under there..."
