He woke upon a perfect moment. It was a late spring morning. Warm sunlight streamed into the bedroom of the resort suite through the French doors. Slight breezes stirring the air, asking for kind hearts to join them in their frolic; and the sound of songbirds waking the morning with them. The sun shone down upon an expansive bed, adorned in exquisite linen coverings, barely concealing those upon it.
A tall young man rose from the bed with a yawn and a stretch. His arms reached forth in that stretch with the sun's glow illuminating his naked form. Broad strong shoulders formed the peak of a body that sloped downward to an abdomen of hard flat rolling hills and a narrow waist. Crowning that achievement of the human form that Vulcan himself could not have forged was a face of Adonis. He had a strong jawline, softened by beautiful skin that glowed with health and a love of the sun. His cheeks had the prominance of a barely conceled smirk, waiting for release. Above it all was a beautiful head of hair. Black... like the black of a raven, the black that shows a bit of blue for all its depth, and slightly disheveled for having just arisen from bed. But between those cheecks and hair, were two pools of the deepest cobalt blue. But, those eyes of this young God were neither a work of Vulcan or the gift Adonis. These were his own, framed by the barest lines that if you knew him told a long tale. Such intellect was within those pools of cerulean depth; and they held memories of such sorrow that no poet or skald could sing for fear of losing his voice forever. Yet, beyond and above that, there was joy, happiness, and laughter. These were the eyes of one who has walked the roads of Hell and had not broken. Where others would have been left broken, bitter men had they walked his path, he learned wisdom and had a greater and more joyful life for it. And he had learned love even deeper; deeper than the pools of those eyes.
Konner looked down to the bed, seeing his lover again. He looked upon the younger youth who still laid upon the bed in sleep, the linens had been kicked down to his ankles, needing only the springtime sun to keep him warm. Konnor never tired of looking at him like this. Trusting and vulnerable only in his presence, and yet so full of indomitable strength. Never to be taken for granted, or the view tarnished by the familiarity of time and love, Konner drank in the sight of his beloved as though he was seeing him like this for the first time. This was his, selfishly. Only Konner had ever seen him so abandoned in trust.
His lithe and narrow body, curled in a fetal position, rippled with fine muscles hard as cable. Grace and agility, and a strength unsuspected in such a slim form, were apparent even in the still-sleeping youth. Long slim legs toned by years of training and exertion rose up to fine narrow hips where Konnor's favorite place lie, right over the hips, which he longlingly thought of as "his spot." To his dismay, they were presently covered in tiny black briefs, adorned with a red "S". Konner always thought he was beautiful when he slept with such carefree abandon wearing his lover's symbol in such a way. His waist gave way to a deceptively soft flat abdomen that rose to bands of cable with every soft breath. Konner's assessment rose to the chest, half hidden in repose. Compact and tight, with a definition to make a master's sculpture shatter itself in despair. Small scars, and a couple not so small, adorned the otherwise perfect skin. Konnor always felt a pang at seeing them, but pride as well, for each told a story and the young man was proud of the accomplishments they spoke of. Konner's flesh would never show any flaw, but his heart bore the same scars as his lover's.
Slim and strong, Konnor knew his beautiful lover was like the finest sword ever forged. Layer upon layer there were to this youth. Ever able to flex and bend, never break; with an edge that never dulled. He marvelled at the smith who forged this work of art, knowing the young man had forged it himself. It was a blade he knew he would never fear, but cherish.
His gaze moved up to his lover's contented sleeping face. He had narrow lips that looked as though had been held tight for so long, but were just learning a relaxed fullness, as an amalgam of a fullness of life. The barest hint of a line etched each side of his mouth, an old seriousness losing its way to a smile, or even... the occasional giggle. It was a sound he never tired of hearing, sadness having given way to joy. His gaze moved up to his eyes, now closed, all to be seen are just the long dark lashes that he remembered fluttering helplessly when they shared their first kiss. Fine soft skin across narrow features in his sleep left Konner appreciating his Puckish features. Narrow long eyebrows rested above the sleeping orbs that he longed to see again, remembering the deep blue that he knew hid depths of experience and intelligence and had ever looked at him with love and friendship. Disarrayed upon the down pillow, was a head of thick dark hair. Pure black, with an iridescent shine, and a softness and scent that begged to have your hand run through it and breath in the awakend aroma. What must have been the expense of his soaps, shampoos, and lotions (considering his lovely skin and hair) made Konner only think of a beautiful sword in a velvet scabbard. One would never had believed the firm battle-hardened hands of the youth, but Konner would deny it, knowing the tender softness with which they had touched him.
As Konner stood next to the bed, drinking in the view and memory of his lover's touch, his thoughts reached new heights of introspection...
Our fifth year anniversary of having become boyfriends and then lovers... and I still feel as innocent and vulnerable as when he found me every time I see him. So new and fresh is every kiss and every caress. Each time my heart beats faster trying to explode within my chest like our first nervous awkward time together. I hope I can be as worthy of him as he has been of me. In the lottery of life, I have won. Born with no true family and no heritage that I knew, trying to understand who I even was; and a handsome, charming boy, now the man sleeping on this bed before me, found it within himself to find the best in me, and fall in love with me as I have with him.
As Konner looks down upon his beloved curled up on the bed, the lithe lad stirs under the spring morning sunlight and sees his lover looking down on him with adoration.
"Konnor, come back to bed for a bit" he says sleepily, almost alluringly, as he smiles and reaches out for Konnor to come back to the linens and warm embrace.
Konnor takes the hand proffered to him, and his heart skips a beat... almost stopping. He's still waking up himself, his thoughts having taken place within moments of rising from bed. He looks down on the hand within his and sees the narrow silver band on his boyfriend's finger. His heart now does stop for a moment and tears well up in his eyes.
He said "YES!" He remembers.
Konner gently settles back into bed, and puts his arms around his now fiance as the younger man snuggles back against his strong chest. He hears his heartbeat, which settles into a soft contented tempo, as he falls back into a light Springtime slumber.
With a soft, sleepy mumble, he hears "I love you Kon!"
"I love you too, Tim" Konner says as the most joyous tears any man has known quietly drift down his handsome face.
Five years of battles, struggles, romance, and trials. But now the most wonderful adventure of all awaits Kon and Tim.