Tour Eiffel Affair

Xavier led the boy outside, bidding Elvis goodbye as they went.
"Well you know I work at the park with Elvis. But I thought I'd show you my other job too." He nodded as he led Prentiss to his car, holding the door open for the boy.

"Oh I know zhat much mon ami. Prezley uzed to talk about you much of the times." Prentiss sat down, checking his hair in the mirror as he waited for Xavier. "Now I underztand why." Xavier was by far one of the sexiest men Prentiss had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon.

Xavier seated himself in the driver's seat with a small smile as he started the car.
"Did he?" He grinned as he drove them towards his tattoo shop. It was rather closeby. And as they arrived, it wasn't very noticeable. It was rather small, being it was just Xavier who worked there now.

"I could never get him to shout 'ez trap. He did nothing but tell me how much he loved you for zo long, I almost wanted to kill that git." He smiled fondly as he thought of his friends, his eyes wondering up and down the street as he tried to find where they were.
"An jus' where are we, monsieur?"

"This is my other job, my shop." Xavier nodded as he parked out front. He opened the door for Prentiss and led him to the door. "I'm a tattoo artist."

"Oh monsieur! I must 'ave you now!" He grinned softly, entering the room and immediately stopping to examine the different tattoo designs on the wall. "I 'ave alwayz wanted one."

"I'd be happy to do one for you sometime." Xavier grinned. "I did all of my own." He nodded, glancing to his sleeves of tattoos.

Prentiss examined the mans arms, appreciating the work as he did so. "What made you vant theze certain tattoo'z?" He wondered aloud, his soft accent thickened voice warming the room.

"A number of things." Xavier shrugged. "I wanted something to separate me from everyone else. I like distinguishing tattoos. This one is my favorite." He lifted his shirt, tugging down the hem of his jeans to reveal the gun tattooed on his hip.

"Ah!" Prentiss sounded delighted as he gently tapped the trigger of the tattooed gun with his index finger. "It ez my favorite now too, Mon Cherie." He simply appreciated how toned Xavier's hips were.

Xavier couldn't lie, he was interested in Prentiss already. And he had lifted his shirt just to show off his muscular abdomen, wanting to impress the boy. He wasn't conceited normally, but he did like to show off a bit.
"Glad you like it." He grinned softly, glancing around the shop. "I do piercings as well if you'd ever like one of those." He shrugged his shoulders. Prentiss didn't seem like the piercing or tattoo type, but he thought anyone could pull them off.

"Oh no, no, no!" Prentiss shook his head, one of his hands moving to touch his face. "I don't do ze peircingz, alas, im too much of a chicken." His hands moved as he spoke, simply something he had a habit off, and yet he still managed to be fluid and elegant in his way.

Xavier couldn't help but smirk.
"I think you look gorgeous without them." He nodded. He loved tattoos and piercings normally, but somehow he thought they would taint Prentiss's perfect skin.

"Oh monsieur, If my earz do not dezeive me, I would zhink you are flirting with me." He playfully let his knuckles brush over Xavier's upper arm.

"Well, if I was flirting with you, I'd think it'd be awfully rude of you not to flirt back." Xavier responded, grinning softly at the other boy.

"Touche." A smile lit the boys face, obviously delighted with Xavier's come back. "Oh how right you are mon ami. How horribly rude it would 'ave been of me to not tell you juzt how much I would like to zee every tattoo you ave'." To see every inch of Xavier.

"I think we could arrange that." Xavier grinned, stepping closer to Prentiss, his eyes scanning the boy over.

"Ez thiz your way of telling me I 'ave worked enough?" He thought back to the mans earlier words with smile. Most would jump at a chance to sleep with Prentiss, Xavier had not. Prentiss respected that.

"Not quite yet." Xavier shook his head. "I still don't think you've worked enough for the whole thing, but I could give you a little show." He smirked lightly.

"Oh mon ami, I would zimply ravish you." He added Xavier on his mental to-do list. "It may not be a good idea to get me ztarted."

Xavier's eyes were alight with happiness for the first time in a few weeks. It was rare for him to be this happy since he and Elvis had broken up.
"Whatever you say, mon cherie." He mocked the boy's accent likely with the last two words, a grin on his face. He definitely could get used to Prentiss.

Prentiss blinked at him, his mouth slightly open in his awe. Never in his life had he heard something as wonderful....Xavier speaking french....The boy shuddered as he memorized the sound. "Oh my, my, Monsieur. If you keep talking like zhat, Ill be totally juztified if I 'ave to take you." Heartthrob. That was the world Prentiss would use for Xavier.

"How do you think I feel with you talking like that all the time?" Xavier teased softly. He really was never one to even kiss on the first date... and this wasn't even an official date. But he could hardly resist Prentiss. He was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Oh." Prentiss prowled closer, his fingers dancing across Xaviers back as he stepped closer, his lips brushing the mans ear. "Si c'est le cas, je suis sûr que vous aimeriez entendre parler de ce que je veux à faire pour vous..." The words dripped with his accent, spoken hotly and intense.

Xavier felt a chill run up his spine, finding that Prentiss's voice turned him on more than anything he'd experienced in a long time.
"I have no clue what you just said." He smiled softly. "But I'd love to hear you say it again."