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  Gaston’s Confession

  JA Lafrance

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  Gaston’s Confession

  Gaston’s Confession – What if Princess? Short story series

  Edited by: JA Lafrance Natasha Hooks

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgment

  Chapter one

  chapter two

  chapter three

  chapter four

  chapter five

  chapter six

  chapter seven

  chapter eight

  chapter nine

  chapter ten

  chapter eleven

  chapter twelve

  chapter thirteen

  chapter fourteen

  chapter fifteen

  chapter sixteen

  chapter seventeen

  chapter eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  About The Author

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  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  I want you to know that writing this short story was a blast. Have you ever wondered what a fairy tale would be with a completely different take on things?

  Welcome to my completely different twist on fairy tales.

  Love Comes In All Sizes!

  JA

  Acknowledgment

  Natasha, you and your belief in my writing is why this whole idea came to be. I am so glad that you are along for the ride with me.

  This series is dedicated entirely to you. I hope I can make you proud with each and every story.

  N. Isabelle Blanco, Thank you for challenging me to write more and get noticed.

  Maria Vickers, thank you so much for your guidance on this story. You have helped me to bring Gaston a voice.

  Chapter One

  So you all know the story of beauty and the beast, right!

  How I chased after that ungrateful bitch, trying to take her as mine. Trying to make her see that with me, she would have it easy.

  That with me she would never have been touched, because there are things that she didn’t see. Things aren't what they appear to be.

  Everyone always assumed that I chased her around the village because I want her as my wife, and my house mouse.

  I didn't, I would spend hours pretending to watch her so that I could be near him. You can only spend so long sitting in the big chairs plugged into the USB port and pretending to stare at your phone. I totally found all the hidden objects in the last game in a two hour sitting.

  The local librarian, he was stunning. The pure fact that this man could make me lose focus on a female brought me to my knees.

  They say I am a man amongst men, but I Gaston Debussey would like nothing more than to be under him.

  He completely took me by surprise, a pleasantly erotic surprise. My sweet nightmares would wake me up hard as a rock, and the wood wrestling in the shower would do nothing to tame the beast. I always thought that you love who you want to love, but for me I never fell for a woman, but falling in love with this man, was a surprise and pleasant surprise.

  I had followed Belle into the library, prepared to watch her from afar, to keep up appearances that I was interested in her, teasing her. She was my friend before everyone started to push her on me but instead of standing strong and protecting a friendship that I valued, I let the influence of others guide my hand.

  When you hear the stories of how Gaston chased after Bella and made her run, that was never my intention.

  I had finally decided to stop following the masses and apologize to her, but before I could get to her she had run away. For what reason, I don’t know. The rumors are that someone told her she would be forced to marry me in an arranged type marriage. These townspeople need to stop spreading rumors and stay out of other people's business. We live in a decade that arranged marriages are highly frowned upon.

  I was heartbroken when I found out and spent day after day in the library to be close to her spirit, to feel the love that I have for my best friend and let it encompass me and guide me. I vowed every single day that when I found her I would get my best friend back and I would protect her from the onslaught of the nosey townsfolk.

  “Heavy is the head that has a bitter heart.” I heard whispered in my ear. The one ear that didn’t have my ear bud in, cause I was supposed to be paying attention to my surroundings.

  I turn my head and stare at the angular cut jaw of the man who has starred in a few of my fantasies since I started coming to the library.

  “She ran away from me. I was going to apologize and explain a few of my skeletons, but she's gone.” I hang my head in shame, why did I let the town’s people pressure me.

  “Do you think it’s time to set the village straight?” he pauses and takes a deep breath “Can I ask you a question?” he lowers his head and takes a deep breath.

  “Please, I know we just met and I have appeared to come across as a gigantic dick, but you can tell me anything.” I grab Sebastian’s arm. I desperately want to grab his chin and make him look into my eyes; let him see that in my heart he is what I need, I just can't voice it. What would people think?

  “Do you like me?” his shy whispers draw my eyes to his lips, lips I want nothing more than to sip from. My eyes pan up to his deep brown eyes, which I get lost in as we stare at each other.

  “I-I.” I can't seem to form the words, a repeat of something that in m
y head scream at me daily. ‘Tell him how you feel, show him that it's his body you crave’, but I can't. I still have the preconceived notion that if anyone truly finds out that I am gay, my reputation will crumble. Why I want to keep up appearances is beyond my thinking at this point.

  I stare into his eyes, I know he can see the mixed emotions rolling through mine and there is nothing that I can do to stop the words that come out of my mouth. “You are a cool guy; we should have a beer sometime.”

  I watch as anger flares in his eyes and he stands up mumbling something under his breath.

  “How about that beer? “I stupidly yell after him.

  He shakes his head and keeps walking waving his hand in the air; I may have seen a finger but not sure because my eyes are trained on the man’s ass.

  “Fuck me, how stupid are you?” I mumble to myself as my hand slides under the table we had moved to adjusting my stiff cock.

  I am torn, if I stand now the enter guild will see the large beacon standing and pointing after a man, a man I swear just flipped me off.

  Chapter Two

  “She has been missing for ten days dude, what am I supposed to say to people. They keep asking me why I'm not out looking for her.” I speak into my beer with my head hung low, but the question is directed at my best friend.

  Even he doesn't know that I am gay and that I am praying for the librarian to come and take me back to his house or how I've had fantasies of sliding to my knees in the book stacks of the library, take his cock out and making him fill my stomach with his seed.

  I reach under adjusting my now throbbing erection, when the fool catches my actions.

  “Dreamin about Belle's sweet pussy there aren't you. I'd like you to share that pussy taste with me just once.” he growls as I watch his arms move to a not so impressive tiny bulge.

  The images of me eating from Belle's slick pussy makes my stomach knot, and then me turning and kissing my disgusting best friend makes me want to vomit my beer all over the bar.

  I grunt and turn my head so he doesn't see my face pale.

  “Hurry up, hurry, come on Belle's dad has been found. He isn't doing well.” a deep voice that has echoed in my naughty dreams yells.

  My eyes quickly find his and I watch as his eyes flare, but I am not sure if it's with anger or lust, no it’s pure disgust in those chocolate orbs.

  “What are you talking about pretty boy?” my best friend yells over the raised noise of the bar.

  I watch as the man of my fantasy comes closer to me. I want nothing more than to grab a hold of his stressed body and pull him onto my lap. To whisper to him to calm down, and tell me what’s going on, to wrap my arms around him and give him my strength. I just want no I need this man in my life.

  “I was saying that Belle's dad just came into town being pulled by a horse. His breathing is shallow and I don't think he is going to make it. He has a message for him.” he says, never taking his eyes off of my friend.

  “For who?” I ask as I reach up to turn his body.

  “Don't.Touch.Me” he snaps at me and then continues in a clipped tone, “He has a message for you, jackass. He is in the library waiting for you to take your dumb ass to him. I was just a messenger. I told you, now I'll go.”

  I watch in shock as he storms out of the bar. Shit, I fucked everything up with him.

  “Dude has balls talking to you like that. We need to set him in his place after we deal with the nut job of a father. I'll be glad when you marry the bitch and we can admit the psycho to the ward.” he finishes his beer and stands up waiting for me to head to the door.

  “Why the fuck do you always do that?” I slam my beer on the bar and storm towards the door, the sooner I find out which way to look for Belle, the sooner I can find her and come back. Will I claim him or still play the town’s game of Gaston and Belle?

  It's not what I want, but can I finally overcome the fear to finally be out, to finally be free of the guilt that knots my stomach.

  Can I finally tell the world my deepest darkest secret?

  Chapter Three

  “Belle, not safe. Belle, with a monster.” her dad mumbles as he stares at the wall, his eyes constantly darting from side to side as if constantly scanning for something or someone.

  “Sir, its Gaston.” Standing in the room, slowly taking in the surroundings, I had requested that I go in alone, because it was only me that he had requested. I think it was a good decision on my part, because what he says next has me staring at him like he has lost his mind.

  “Gaston, find my Belle. Gaston, slay the beast.” What the hell is this man talking about?

  I step a bit closer to his bed, I notice that they have him cuffed to the bed by his arms and legs. His head is in a vice that only allows him to turn it from side to side.

  “Sir, I don't know what you’re talking about. Where is Belle, Mr. Etienne?” He is really starting to worry me, what if Belle is in trouble, real trouble?

  His head snaps towards mine, his eyes start to come into focus as he gasps for air.

  “Gaston, he has her. She traded her life for mine; she told me that she needed me to be safe, she needed people to know that she was fine and that she would be back. I am afraid for her Gaston. He is mean, his place is deserted and the household items talk.” I stare at him, what is this man on.

  “Sir, please don't say anything that could get you admitted.” I mumble and now am afraid that the one girl who I want in my life will die before I can apologize to her and ask her for help.

  “I am not crazy Gaston; I had an entire conversation with a teapot. Her voice was magical, but I kept thinking it was a dream, until Belle showed up. Please Gaston, you need to make sure that she is safe, you need to save her from-from-from that beast of a man.” his eyes get distant.

  “Sir, I will get her back, please hang in there.” I grab his cold hand and watch as he turns back, his breathing becomes labored before he returns his eyes to me.

  “Tell her I love her, she was always my precious Belle. My time here is done, but Gaston, you need to be true to your heart. Never let the fear of others opinions stop you from your true heart's purpose.” I watch as he loses the life in his eyes and a tiny gasp of air leaves his lungs.

  “I promise you sir, I will find Belle. I will stay true to my heart; I will not rest until I have my heart in order.” I cover his body with the sheet and head towards the door.

  “Belle Etienne, I am coming for you.” I say as the door opens and my best friend stands there.

  I motion for him to follow me with a nod of my head.

  Chapter Four

  I was able to get away from the lynch mob for a few hours and decided to head to the library. I need to speak to him; i need him to know how I feel, he has to understand that this is new for me; I always knew I was different, but he is making me realize that I am truly just a confused man. This time though he is going to know that I am no longer confused.

  As I enter the library I see him reading to the younger kids. I watch him get animated with the story, his facial expression change with his voice and his arms shootout to the side as he makes his actions with the story.

  Standing there, watching him as he finishes and says goodbye for another week. His smile is infections and bright all the children love him.

  The library empties I slowly start approach, running my hands down his arm and slowly taking his hand in mine.

  His head snaps to mine and he opens his mouth, but I place my finger on his lips and shake my head, “Please just follow me; i need you to listen to what I have to say before I go and save Belle.”

  He nods as I slowly pull him into the most unused section of the book shelves. I mean who really reads documentaries.

  We arrive in the back corner furthest from the door; I push him back against the shelves and step into him.

  “What's your name?” I whisper my lips close to his my nose rubbing gently against his.

  His eyes flash up to mine as he opens his mouth
and closes it. He takes a big breath and whispers “Sebastian”.

  Perfect, his name, just like his body are pure perfection.

  I lean in tasting the small exhale of breaths coming from him. I can tell that he is going to taste fabulous.

  “I am Gaston; I am standing before you Sebastian asking you to accept all that is me. I am a brute at times and slow in thought, but you inspire me, you drive me crazy and you make me finally realize what I want.” I nip at his lips before I continue. “Sebastian, I want you! I have wanted you since the first time I walked in here. I know have fought it, but I can't anymore.” I bring my hands up to his head, slightly tilting mine as our lips connect. It's like my heart has found peace, and as I slide my tongue into his mouth rubbing my tongue against his, it’s like I kick start his body into reacting to the kiss. He brings his hands up and they land firmly on my waist.

  Slowly pulling back, I have a need to please this man. I drop my hands as I slowly start to lower to my knees.

  “Gaston, what are you doing, not here,” Sebastian moans and grabs for my arms.

  “Seb I need to taste you please let me do this. You will be my first.” I plead with my eyes, he bobs his head and that's all I need.

  My hands shakily slide down his chest as they hit the button on his skinny jeans. These pants that fit this man so perfectly that the erection he is sporting makes the bulge outline stand out; he tucks it to the right.

  Slowly unzipping his pants and reaching in, my eyes never leaving his but getting bigger as I get my first feel of his steel like length. I grip his dick and bring it out to my waiting watering mouth.

  I lick the pearly bead of cum, my first taste of cum and my man and It leaves me eagerly wanting more, I lower my eyes to take in his cock, before I raise my eyes back to his and whisper.

  “Sebastian, you are my man. When i get back from the rescue I will shout it from the biggest mountain that I am gay, and you are mine. No more closet, no more hiding.”