My German lover : Part 1

Will could sense that sincerity in Paul's voice. It reassured him.

"Now, I've got no idea what I'm going to do. Now it's true... you know... I'm all alone in Paris. As long as Grandma was here, I didn't felt I was all alone. But now that she's gone..."

"Hey, Paul, you're not all alone... remember, I'm here for you. I'll do anything I can to help you. As for the rest, well, I guess we'll have to figure that out later. Now Paul, lets leave this hospital, and go to your home. There is nothing left to do here, is there?"

"Yeah... you mean... go to my home so you can finally check my papers, huh?" Paul coldly said to Will.

Will was hurt by Paul's remark. He thought the blond guy had realized by now he was trying to be his friend...

"No, Paul. I don't give a shit about your papers. I know you've said the thruth this afternoon, believe me..."

There was sadness into Will's voice, Paul realized, and now he felt guilty for having said what he had just said to him. Putting his hands on Will's arms, Paul said to him:

"Look at me, Will... Oh, my God, I'm so sorry for what I've just said to you. That was totally unwarranted. It was rude. And it's certainly not what I think. Please forgive me. I swear I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I wonder if I'm not loosing my marbles, now..."

Will felt Paul's hands were shaking while holding his arms. At this very minute, he knew he had to protect the blond youth. Looking straight at Paul, he said:

"I know Paul you didn't mean what you said. I believe you. With all what you've been through recently, I guess it's only normal if you snap someone's head off from time to time. If you want to use me as a punching-bag, it's fine with me. And no, you're not loosing your marbles. I've watched you, going through all what you've been going through today, and you're a much stronger guy than you think, Paul. In your shoes, I don't think I would have fared so good..."

"Thanks, Will. And don't worry, I won't be using you as my punching-bag... And I'm sure you would have fared as well as I did..."

"You're wrong about that, Paul. I may be physically strong but dealing with emotions... Well... I'm not too good at it..."

"We're gonna have to work on that, won't we? Paul said, with a grin on his face.

"Will you help me... I mean... working on that?" Will asked Paul.

"Count on me. I'm becomming quite an expert in that field, you know. Now, what should I do about my Grandma? We can't leave her here, can we?"

"I don't know about that. I don't know what you usually do in France... you know... with funerals and all those things. Do you want to take time to think about it?"

"Yeah. That would be best. Lets tell nurse Giroux and then, lets get the hell out of here..."

With that, Paul gave his Grandma a last look, then started walking out of the room with Will, not knowing yet he was walking away from his past, not knowing a new chapter in his life was beginning.

They found nurse Giroux sitting at her desk and, as she saw Paul, she said to him:

"I assure you of my heartfelt sympathy, Monsieur Paul"

"Thank you very much" the blond young man replied.

"Now, you're going to have to inform your father: Have you heard from your father, Monsieur le Min..."

She stopped right there in the middle of her sentence. She was going to say "Monsieur le Ministre"... since she knew very well Monsieur De Brion Père was a Minister in the French Cabinet, and an important one at that... Although she had grown found of the young German officer standing in front of her, it didn't change the fact he was German... and she didn't know if Will knew how important Paul's father was. In doubt, she found it was better to abstain saying anything about it... It was not her role to reveal those things to a German officer, however good-loking he may be...

"Outch" she said, looking at one of her fingers, creating a diversion doing so. "I think I've got a splinter driven under my nail"...

Both young men looked at her finger.

"Never mind that... I'll take care of that later. And as I was saying, did you get news from your father?"

"No, not yet" Paul replied "In fact, I don't even know were my dad and the rest of my family are at the present time. All the phone lines have been cut off with the rest of France. I guess we will have to wait a while before things settle down a bit, and we can communicate again. I'm sure that as soon as he can, my dad will contact me..."

"Yes, But don't you worry about your family and your dad: He's a very fine man, you know that, and he'll find his way around, if you see what I mean..."

"Yes, I know. Could be a few days before I can tell you what we do about my Grandma's funeral though. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No problem at all. We have what's needed here to keep her as long as need be..." the nurse replied.

"Thanks a lot nurse Giroux. Thanks for all you did for my Grandma and my family. We are forever indebted towards you for all of that..."

"Think nothing of it". Turning to Will, she said to him:

"Can I take it you will safely get Monsieur Paul to his home?"

"It's my duty to do so, Mademoiselle, and I will gladly fulfill it" Will replied with a sincere smile on his face. "Bonsoir, Mademoiselle et merci pour tout" (good night, Miss, and thanks for everything).

"Bonsoir... que Dieu vous protège... tous les deux..." (good night... and may God bless you... both of you...) the nurse replied.

Both young man nodded to her, then they left. The door-keeper saluted them as they left, and they went to the jeep, still parked where they had left it... Will smiled at that... He started the engine, and the door-keeper was very happy to see them leave...

"So, where is your home?" Will asked Paul.

"I gave you the address this afternoon, don't you remember?" Paul replied, with a smile on his face.

"Sure, I remember your address, it's on Avenue Foch... problem is, I don't have the slightest idea where the hell Avenue Foch is..." Will said, laughing...

Hearing that, Paul bursted with laughs...

"It's good to hear you laugh, you know" said Will.

Paul kindly looked at will, then he said:

"Yeah, I didn't have too many occasions to laugh today... It feels good nevertheless. Now, go down the street here, then turn to your right on De la Cite street, then take the "Notre-Dame" bridge... From there, I'll tell you where to go... but so you have a general idea of where we are going, lets just say we're going to the Arc de Triomphe".

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Will asked.

"No, no... that's exactly where we're going... You see... past the Arc de Triomphe, the Avenue there is no longer called the "Champs Elysees"... but it's called "Avenue Foch"... simple as that" Paul replied smiling...

"Hmm..." Will said...

"Come on dude, I'm not kidding you... don't you trust me now?" Paul exclaimed.

"Well... sure I trust you." After a moment, Will said "Well then... lets go..."

"On our way, I'll have a few questions for you, mister" Paul joyfully said to Will.

"And what might that be" Will replied, flashing a big smile at Paul...

"Just drive, I'll be asking the questions... It's my turn to conduct the interrogation, Herr Von Rundstedt..."

"At least, you haven't forgotten my name..."

"I haven't forgotten anything about you, young man..." Paul said.

"Oooo... getting personnal now, don't we?"

"Drive, you, silly... I'll do the talking..."

Will shifted, and they got on their way to Paul's home, Will broadly smiling...

"First question", Paul started...

"Yeah... I'm waiting", Will lightly said...

*** To be continued... (sex at next part...)