Haddock looked at the young man who was sleeping peacefully beside him, his
eyelashes projecting shadows over his rosy cheeks. Tintin´s face was still flushed from the intense kissing and touching they had shared.
The elder man dropped a chaste kiss on his forehead, careful not to wake him up and smiled. He was a lucky man. Tintin saved him from a miserable life, a life with no friends and no hope. Only and always the bottle as his ever present companion. Now, thanks to him, he had a true family. And he knew Tintin was grateful to have him as well.
Nobody would understand their relationship. Not in a world that couldn´t conceive a sexless union.
But Tintin and Haddock lived in a different world. A world of their own. They already had their unique companionship, the lovely touches and the passionate kisses. They needed no more than that.
He recalled their conversation. Tintin was no fool. It was not easy to see each other most secret parts of their bodies and wonder "what if…" fortunately, that kind of thoughts gone with the wind. They repeat to themselves over and over again they needed no more.
He was not indifferent to the sight of the tight, pink hole that he saw each time he liked and nipped the round buttocks. He never dared to even lick that zone or slip a tentative finger…that might make Tintin ask for more. And him wanting more…More, he didn´t want to hurt him. He recalled too well how his past female lovers struggled with less conventional sex, due his big size. Haddock couldn´t bear to hurt the person he loved the most.
If Tintin ever wanted it…
He wouldn´t refuse.
It could change their relationship forever, yes.
But at the same time, he couldn´t refuse anything to his beloved Tintin.
He prayed it never changed.