Tour Eiffel Affair

Prentiss gave a mournful sigh, pressing one of his ever cold hands to his face. "Wee 'ad pir virzt timee lazt night and I don't reemember? Oh monsieur,". The clicked his tongue. "Oh 'ow I vish I reemembered zhat." He stepped forward, their chests almost brushing. "Tell me mon cherie, juzt 'ow waz I?"

Xavier glanced down at the boy, smiling softly.
"It was the best night of my life." He whispered, gently reaching over to run his fingers through Prentiss's hair. "You seemed to enjoy it too." He added with a sly smirk.

"Oh, I am zure I waz zatizfied." He found himself leaning into the hand that moved through his hair. "Juzt looking at 'ou could bee a pazz timee activity." The man was incredibly attractive. Prentiss wondered how he had managed to get him in bed.

"Well I'm glad even if you don't remember me, you still find me attractive." Xavier smirked softly, his eyes soft on his lover.

"Desole monsieur. I do not underztand why I don't reemember 'ou, but obviouzly I cant 'elp eet. I would neever vant to forgeet zomeone likee 'ou." Just something about him felt right.

"I know you can't help it, I'm not mad at you." Xavier smiled, a thumb caressing one of the boy's cheeks. His eyes were so alight with love for the other boy. He knew Prentiss had to know how much he loved him, even if he couldn't remember.

"Truly mon ami, 'ou aree not mad?" Prentiss had been feeling terrible, seeing the hurt he had caused this kind stranger. The man obviously loved him, Prentiss could simply feel it in everything he did.

"At you, no." Xavier shook his head. "Now I've been told by one of our friends that you do this often. So when you remember eventually, I'm going to be upset you didn't tell me but no I am not mad at you for forgetting, you can't help it."

Prentiss batted his eye lashed, his bottom lip jutting out. "But monsieur! 'ow could 'ou bee mad at mee?" He tilted his head slightly, looking as innocent as humanely possible. "Eet would bee 'ard to think of forgeeting 'ou!"

"Don't pull your pouty face." Xavier laughed softly. He adored the mans pouty face, but it was hard to stay mad at.

Prentiss only gave a pitiful whine, a finger moving to trail down Xavier's chest. "vhat eever can I do to makee up for eet?" The boy purred seductively, his eyes shining with amusement. He may not rememer this man but he still adored him.

Xavier smirked lightly.
"I don't know about that." He hummed. "But I'm sure there is something I can do to maybe jog your memory." He slowly wrapped his arm around the boy's waist.

Prentiss blinked up at him, tensing as the man wrapped an arm around his waist. He did not remember making love to Xavier, and other than that, he had no other experience.
"I am not so suree monsieur, 'ou zee, I do not reemeember 'aving seex with 'ou. Or anyonee, eever for that matteer." A nervous laugh from the boy as he looked up to Xavier. "I don't think wee zhould!" Currently he still felt a like a virgin, and having his first time with a stranger, no matter how sexy and loving they are, did not sound appealing.

Xavier laughed softly.
"Of course, I didn't think you would want to." He smiled, shaking his head. "I was up for it when it seemed like you wanted to but I understand, you don't know me." He nodded, watching the boy with gentle eyes.

"I juzt vant thee virzt timee to be zpecial." Prentiss tilted his head to the side, gazing up to Xavier. "'Ou aree veery kind, monsieur." Xavier amazed him. Never had he met someone who looked at him the way Xavier did.

"I'm glad you think so." Xavier nodded his head. "I try to be kind, especially with you." He informed, smiling softly.

"Teell mee about uz." Prentiss looked to the man curiously, blinking in wonder. This man had to be some sort of God, how he had managed this he could not understand. "'Ave wee been togeether long?"

"We have been together pretty long." He nodded, thinking this over. "Just over a year." He smiled sweetly, taking the boy's hand gently. "I work at a theme park as Captain Hook. We're both pretty good friends with the guy who plays Peter Pan, I don't know if you remember him or not but you are one of his lost boys. That's how we met."

Prentiss looked down, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "I don't know eef I reemember hem." He seemed troubled though, trying to remember anything he could. He wanted to know about Xavier, wanted to have memories of them.
"Prezley?" The boy arched a brow as he looked back to Xavier. "Eez zhat eez namee?"

"His name is Elvis, but we call him Presley a lot." Xavier nodded. "To tease him." He chuckled softly, pleased that the boy remembered something.

"'E 'as freecklez." Prentiss nodded his head, but that was all he could remember of the boy. "I am cold, monsieur." The boy informed after a moment, looking back to the bed. "I...." He wanted to remember things so badly it was frustrating him.

"He does." Xavier grinned proudly. "I can help you get warm if you want. And by that I mean cuddle, nothing more." He held up his hands as if to prove he had no other intentions.

Prentiss glanced back to the bed, hesitating slightly before letting out a sigh. It was as though he exhaled anything that may stop him, and then he smiled brightly. He took Xavier's hand. "'ow could moi pazz up a chanze to cuddlee with zomeonee likee 'ou, monsieur?"

Xavier smiled softly, gently leading the boy towards the bed. He laid down on the mattress, carefully pulling Prentiss down beside him and grabbing the blanket, throwing it over them. He made no move to further touch the boy though. He would let Prentiss choose how they laid.

Prentiss had taken to a position they laid in often. His head resting in the crook of the mans arm, one leg thrown over one of Xavier's. He was the same Prentiss, even though he didnt quite remember everything. "Merci, Zavieer." He was content with laying here with the man, it was comfortable.