Xander Smythe

[askingxandersmythe]

XANDER📱REMY

XANDER: Do you ever think about the future?

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XANDER📱BLAINE

XANDER: Have you ever made macaroons?

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askremyrochefort​:

Remy winced as Xander shifted their positions and took a look inside the pot anyway. As embarrassed as he was, he didn’t try to stop the other man in any way. He just shook his head, took another drag, and ashed his cigarette in a tray on the counter. “I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be good, it doesn’t look good. You can’t eat it, by any means. My chef boyfriend needs his taste buds alive,” he teased, then reached for the other man’s hips.”So you want to cook for me, is what I’m getting from this?”

Xander caught Remy’s wince, and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek before taking another look at the concoction simmering on the stove. “It looks...” His head cocked, eyebrows furrowing as he attempted to decipher precisely what he was looking at. Exhaling, he shook his head a bit before switching off the stove. Moving the pan, he sat it on a back burner before stooping to pull another from the cabinet. Placing it on a free burner, he quickly flipped the burner on before turning to face Remy. “I’m proud of you for trying, babe. A for effort, yeah?” Grinning, he pulled the other man to his chest. “You called me your boyfriend.” Connecting their lips, Xander tilted his hand to take in more of the other. His body felt alight, skin tingling at hearing the way Remy referred to him, their relationship; it was everything Xander had ever hoped to hear from the man. “So, yes. I want to, and I’m going to cook for you. Do you want to tell me what you wanted, or do you want me to surprise you? Mon copain, mon amour.”

[askingxandersmythe]

After some thought and a couple of weeks in the house, I’ve decided to make a house dinner for everyone, before the next challenge. If anyone has any allergies or anything they absolutely won’t eat, please let me know in advance. I’m thinking tomorrow night, 6:00 PM. I hope to see everyone there. 

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CHEFXANDERSMYTHE posted:

↳ The first challenge was quite relaxing, actually. Even if I don’t win, I’m proud of the space I built. At this stage in my life, it’s all about the zen. #zen #aesthetic

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askprojectdave​:

Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate. I’ve never really thought about the people running those restaurants, to be honest; all the work that gets put into it? I worry about life passing me by as well, I completely understand that feeling. I know I’m not that old, but I’ve been on YouTube for ten years. It’s helped me tremendously but, it’s cost me relationships and, well, a normal life. This’ll be good for all of us, I think. I mean, we’re being broadcast live but it shouldn’t be too hard to sort of forget about the cameras and exist as ourselves here, right?

I do, but it isn’t anything I didn’t ask for. That’s not uncommon I think, most people don’t think about it. But, it’s a lot, and it can get stressful. Like I said, it’s nothing I didn’t ask for, I knew what I was getting into. But, I think I put more into it than a lot of people would. I realize that’s what success takes, and it’s not something I’ll complain about. But, it’s nice to have the break. Yeah, I get where you’re coming from with that. I know that feeling all too well. Like I said, I do understand the sacrifices success takes. But, the older I get, the more I’m beginning to want from life. I’ve always believed in the motto “live like no one else so that you can live like no one else”. It just seems like over the past few years I’ve lost sight of exactly what it means to really live. Would you do anything differently, if you had the chance? You’re right, I agree with that. I’m not sure forgetting will be easy, but the name of the game is being ourselves, so I have hope that others will see the value in an approach like that. We should do dinner sometime. Friends are a good thing to have. I think I’m going to make a dinner for the whole house, with the help of Blaine. You should come. 

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asktherealblaine​:

Actually, that’s not a terrible idea. I’m sure people would like it. Who doesn’t like to see amazing places and amazing food? I’ll make sure to credit you. Or we could collaborate! That would be awesome! I’ve met mostly everyone, and so far, they’ve all been nice. I’m definitely settling in well, but I have yet to explore the kitchen. I’m really hoping I can everything  it to its full extent while I’m here. What about you? 

Thanks, I think they would. And, it would open doors for new fans and followers. Right, and people are always curious about travel, and how things are in other areas of the world. I think it could be a hit. Thanks for that, I’d be up for a collab. I’ve got a few gigs in Paris and in Tokyo coming up within the next year, if either of those tickle your fancy let me know, we’ll meet up and get something going. Paris is my old stomping ground too, so I’ll be able to show you the real side of things, not the tourist traps. Glad you feel that way. I had my reservations coming in, but at this poing I’m fine saying I’ve been pleasantly surprised. Yet to explore the kitchen? That’s a travesty. Come down later tonight, we’ll whip something up for everyone. I’ve been doing well. I’ve got connections here I wasn’t expecting, and I actually enjoyed the first challenge. How did you feel about it?

[askremyrochefort]

REMY 📱 XANDER

REMY: I'm on my way to sneak into your bed. Just fyi so you don't freak out.

[askingxandersmythe]

XANDER: Is it really sneaking if you’re letting me know in advance? Come on, baby. I’ll hold you.

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

With Xander exploring his body, kissing his way down, Remy found himself arching into those lips. His own parted and he moaned at every kiss, his skin alight after each one. He moved easily as needed, watching Xander. Then those lips were around him and he moaned again, grabbing the blanket beneath them first. His knuckles whitened and the blanket wrinkled, staying twisted up even when he let go to reach for Xander’s hair to card fingers through it and then curl to tug gently. “Xan… Bébé… Your sinful mouth, I see you looking up at me. You’re so fucking hot.”

The way Remy moved under him left Xander feeling both needy and desperate, his eyes widening before narrowing seductively. Hollowing his cheeks, Xander moaned around Remy, bringing his palms up to rub and run up the other man’s thighs. He continued for several minutes, moaning, sucking, licking, teasing as he alternated his speed. After a few more moments, Xander lifted his head, kissing his way back up Remy’s body as he reached his neck, biting sucking to leave a deep, purple appearing bruise. “Fuck, Remy, you’re fucking hot, I missed you so much. Please, touch me babe, touch me, bend me over, fuck me.” There was a tone very near to a whine in his voice, and he gazed down at Remy with a look of pure lust in his eyes.

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

At the rate they were going, they were going to end up being so loud that they were heard outside of the Boom Boom Room, even with their mics off. Remy didn’t mind though, he didn’t have any shame in that regard. He easily slid his own sweatpants off after Xander made sure he felt what he felt, then pulled those sweatpants off of the other man too. They couldn’t be naked fast enough, there was a sense of desperation born from their time apart and the intensity of everything they’d talked about now. His hands roamed every inch of Xander’s bare skin, his own body incapable of laying still as his kisses traveled across the other man’s face and down his neck. “Perfect as ever, Xan. Look at you.”

The noises passing between them, though falling primarily from Xander’s own lips, only heightened the experience. And, he truly couldn’t have cared less. He was certain they wouldn’t be the last couple to be heard making use of the room. With Remy’s pants removed, his body laying naked beneath Xander, he felt his desire kick into overdrive. He moved easily until his sweatpants had also been discarded, his hips never losing their pace. The feeling of Remy’s hands exploring his body drove him mad, and his head tipped back as those lips continued their exploration, his breath getting heavier through his groans. “You’re perfect, Rem. Look at you, fuck. Have I ever told you how much I love your body? Your perfect abs, your arms, your thighs, your...” As he spoke, Xander moved his body downward, pushing himself back on his knees while his lips landed on each body part as he announced it. Once he reached the other man’s crotch, his tongue darted from between his teeth to wet his lips, eyes meeting Remy’s once more as he lowered his mouth over Remy’s head, taking in more of him as he lowered himself. 

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

It felt like both a lifetime and just an instant since the both of them had been like this, and it was just as natural and easy as always. They kissed and Remy slid one hand back into the other man’s hair to run tender fingernails along his scalp while the other kept hold of his cheek by the jaw. The kiss deepened and Remy fell into it, for how long he didn’t know. He only paused for long enough to pull Xander’s shirt off, start the kiss again for a minute or so, then pull his own off only to rush back into the kiss. His hands found the other man’s hips and he held tight, rocking up into him again because he wanted to hear that moan from before again. “Toute la nuit, toi et moi.” He wasn’t willing to stop kissing Xander to talk, so he didn’t, and he only said as much as he needed to. 

Every touch, every movement, heightened Xander’s senses that much more, his body both relaxed and tensed at the same time. His hands traveled over Remy’s body, groping at any and everything he could reach. He raised his arms easily, allowing Remy all the access to his body he needed. When Remy’s own shirt was removed, Xander moved to run his fingernails teasingly down his chest. Then, those hips rocked beneath him, and the moan he gave was even louder, even more desperate than the last. “Oh mon Dieu, s'il te plait. S'il te plait, j'ai besoin de toi Remy. Je suis autant en désordre que je l'ai toujours été, tu me fais ça. Regarde ce que tu me fais.” Taking Remy’s hand, Xander moved his hand from around his chin, bringing Remy’s palm to rest on the tent that had already sprung up in his sweatpants. Leaning forward, Xander guided Remy back onto the bed, hips rolling steadily against the other man’s while his hands raced to tug at the band of Remy’s pants. 

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

At first, the tone of the conversation was very sexual and Remy was on the same page too. He loved being with Xander, it really had been too long and they had come to this room because they knew they wanted to fuck at some point. He rolled his hips up into the other man, sliding his hands up his sides and down his back. Then the tone changed to something more sad and Remy could feel the truth and honesty in what Xander said. Pausing the seductive touches, he brought his hands out from under that shirt so that he could pull himself up into a seat position with the other man still straddling his lap, then cupped his face to bring their foreheads to rest against each other with the wave of a hand. Nonchalant as ever. ”C'est déjà fait. Tu es déjà pardonné. Je ne t'en ai jamais tenu rigueur, je n'ai jamais été en colère. Je me concentre sur ton retour, juste ici. Avec moi. Libre de s'embrasser.” He nodded once, then leaned in to plant a kiss.

Xander couldn’t help the moan which fell from his lips when Remy’s hips rolled, and he cluched at the other as if he were some form of life raft in the sea. Things between them had always come so easily, something stress-free and natural, unlike anything Xander had ever felt. Of course that was why he’d panicked, and complicated things in ways he shouldn’t have. The thought of love had always scared him, and knowing how he’d always felt about Remy had only added to his own personal crisis. He was done with that now, though. No longer willing to turn his back on one of the few things in his life which made him truly happy. When Remy sat up, Xander wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, nuzzling into him as his body began to relax further. “Merci bébé. Je sais que ce n'est pas juste et que c'est égoïste, mais j'en avais besoin. J'avais besoin d'entendre ça. Peut-être que tu n'étais pas en colère, mais je sais que tu as été blessé. Tu devais l'être. Je ne sais pas où ça mène, Rem, mais... je ne pars pas. Plus maintenant. Je vais vous le prouver. Alors je suis juste là. Avec toi. Embrasse-moi. Tenez-moi. Baise-moi. Faire l'amour. Je suis ici. Je suis à toi mon amour.” Xander kissed the other man back, pressing himself further into him, giving him every bit of emotion he could muster. 

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

“I’m not nervous, no. I was just thinking that it’s ironic and funny that all of the most tv worthy stuff between us is happening here in private. I bet the producers would slap us for getting back together and revealing that we had so much history while we were in the one place without cameras and mics.” The French came pouring out of Xander and Remy grinned, not pausing his fingertip’s journey along the other man’s abs and chest. “I like it when you call me that. Suis-je jamais innocent ? Bon à savoir, cependant. Tu sais que je vais en profiter. J'aime ce que je te fais.” Leaning up, bent at the waist, he was able to steal a quick kiss before falling back on the bed because he wasn’t willing to take a hand off of Xander to hold himself up. “Je suis toujours à toi.“

At Remy’s words, Xander laughed, shaking his head a bit while the grin spread on his face. “You’re right about that, yes. But...For now, what they don’t know won’t hurt them. I’m sure we’ll give them plenty of material in the future. Draw it out for the fans, in front of the cameras. Give them the drama they want. It could work for us.” Xander rolled his eyes, clearly teasing. Biting into his lower lip, he gazed down at Remy as his hands moved, nearly groaning at the returned French which fell from the other man’s lips. “I’ll call you that any time, babe. In any language. Mic or not. Excellent point, amant. Pourtant, vous savez à quel point je l'aime. Toi. Est-ce vraiment si grave, si vous avez la permission ? Autorisation de faire ce que vous voulez. J'aime aussi ce que tu me fais. J'aime ce que je te fais. Ce que je pourrais te faire. Ça fait trop longtemps, nous avons été séparés trop longtemps.” Xander returned the kiss, passionately, hands flattening to run along the other man’s chest, hips pressing into Remy’s. “Rémy... Pouvez-vous me pardonner ? Pardonne-moi ce que j'ai fait ? Pour... Tout foutre en l'air ? Je ne sais pas si je peux me pardonner.”

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

“No, she didn’t want to be. Because it would be too easy to connect her, with all of the gossip. He’s with my parents right now, my mom is thrilled. She wants me to tell her who the mother is so she can intervene and try to get us married, but she’s thrilled even without that.” His dad was too, she was just the most excited of the two. “I really missed you, you know. I never understood why you left in the first place.” His grip on that shirt tightened. “You can stay this time. I want you to.” He chuckled as the thought that they were on a reality tv show and the juiciest things that could happen were all happening here, in private. Off camera. His eyes shifted to their mics unconsciously, then back. His grip relaxed so that he could draw his fingers downward, then tuck both hands under the shirt to slide back up.  

Nodding, Xander listened to everything Remy was giving him. He learned a lot, taking in everything the other was saying, and everything he somehow wasn’t. At the end of the day, what mattered was that Remy was happy- that was truly all Xander had ever wanted for the other. “Thanks. For sharing that with me. I’m glad you’re happy, Rem. You, and your parents. They deserve it just as  much as you do. And, we both know they were in desperate need of a little loosening up.” That tight-lipped smile reappeared, and Xander dipped his head for a moment, swallowing as he attempted to collect himself. “I know. I’m sorry. I just...I was scared, Remy. That’s not an excuse, and it’ll never be enough. But it’s the truth. I was scared of you, of this, of what we could be, of what might happen. I was scared of fucking up, fucking you up, fucking up our friendship. Scared that I fell harder, that you didn’t want me, that nothing would go well...I was just scared. I don’t often give in to feelings like that. But...This time I did. It was a mistake, I know. I got my payback, if that means anything at all.” The offer to stay came, and he nodded. “I’ll stay. I want to. If you want me to.” His eyes followed Remy’s to the discarded mic packs. “Do those make you nervous? I can move them. Put them in the drawer, or under the bed. Whatever will make you comfortable.” Closing his eyes, Xander took in a deep breath. “I missed you too, Rem. More than you could really ever know.” Xander gasped at Remy’s hands moving under his shirt, fingertips falling to curl into the flesh of the man’s chest. “Bébé, mon Dieu. Tu sais ce que ces mains me font. Même innocemment, tu me rends fou.”

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askremyrochefort​:

“It does make sense,” Remy replied, his tone much more nonchalant than the conversation at hand. “It just means two things, you ruined me for other people and my child isn’t… mine.” There was no angst there, he wasn’t upset about whatever the situation that led to him caring for a child that wasn’t his. “I was approached by a friend in need, and I offered money but that wasn’t what they wanted; they wanted to keep the baby away from the other biological parent, and they wanted to avoid the drama and assumptions people make that I took on instead, being a single parent. People already talk about me, why not? That was my thought at first, at least. It’s more than that now. I’ve done every single little thing that baby needs, I hired on a nanny but I don’t let her do anything but wash clothes and prep bottles. Life has been much more palatable, honestly. This baby is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Xander’s eyes widened as Remy spoke, still struggling to process everything he was hearing, and what it meant. He didn’t fixate on what the other had said specifically about him, and about what he’d managed to do, but he did hold onto it. “I did...What?” He asked curiously. Taking in what Remy was saying, Xander’s jaw dropped. “That’s...Remy, that’s a lot. I don’t want to pry, I don’t want to press for information you’re not comfortable giving, but...I- Wow. You’re a good guy, Rem. You always have been, I’ve always told you that. And I always meant it. That’s incredible. What you’ve done is incredible. And the fact that he’s improved your life...I’m just glad you’re happy. But do you- I mean, is his mother still...Is she still in the picture at all?”

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

And then before he knew it, Xander was on top of him and instead of staring up at the ceiling, he was looking into those furrowed brows and serious green eyes. His face was taken and honestly it didn’t much matter what was said, Remy was easily taken and drawn into Xander. He listened, mulling the words over. His own eyes always held their own quality, he couldn’t help almost always looking like a serial killer, but now his expression was much softer and it reached his eyes too. This was a man that he had let in, and he wanted to continue to let in. His hands lifted and he pressed them against the other man’s chest, not to push him away but to curl in the fabric of his shirt. There were many things that he wanted to say, but after rolling his tongue around in his mouth, the words that came out were, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.” His eyes stayed locked with Xander’s, his heart racing as he wondered which of the hidden truths would reveal themselves first to Xander. 

The softness in Remy’s expression was something Xander caught near immediately, his attentiveness to the man as present as ever. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until Remy’s fingers found his shirt, and he realized he wasn’t being rejected, despite the blunders he’d made in communication just moments before. The silence was near-deadly, though he tried to calm himself by reminding his mind that if Remy had wanted to go, he’d be gone. The admission came and Xander blanched, jaw dropping open as he ran the statement over in his mind. “You...I’m sorry, what?” He asked, cocking his head. “But you- I don’t understand. What? That doesn’t...Rem, that doesn’t make sense.”

[askingxandersmythe]

askremyrochefort​:

Of all people to catch his failure to launch in the kitchen, it was the five star chef, Xander Smythe. Remy used the grace of a socialite to slide his way in between the other man and the food he had on the stove, covering it with a lid quickly and with only a smidge of shame. “Oh no, you’re not looking at that.” A drag off his cigarette and he waved his hand as he spoke. “Clearly, I’m making an ashtray because that’s not edible.”

Remy was slick, but Xander was too- they’d been raised in similar manners and fashions, so of course he caught the move the other attempted to make to conceal what he’d been attempting to cook. “Hey now, don’t hide. Are you sure it’s  not?” Reaching around the man, Xander turned the knob on the stove’s burner, clicking it off before taking Remy by the shoulders and spinning him around to face him. “What were you trying to make, hmm? Second question, was it what you wanted to eat? And third, why didn’t you tell me you were hungry?”