Happy holidays, guys. Here, have some sex. Er... Almost-sex. Cockblock!Agneta and Peter, FTW!
Agh Tino stop being so hot. Look what you're doing to poor Berwald!


Chapter Seven

On their second date, Peter went to his friend Raivis's house for a sleepover, leaving the couple to take a taxi to a small restaurant somewhere in the heart of Stockholm, taking up a window seat and amusing themselves by staring at the people outside the window and making up funny stories about who they could be. They split a bottle of champagne, and when Berwald discovered how high Tino's alcohol tolerance was, he was amazed.

However, it seemed that booze had the effect of making Tino rather amorous. After finishing off the bottle, Tino was just a bit more than tipsy, leaning over the table to brush his fingertips over Berwald's forearm with a coy smile and a lick of the lips. "Ber," he grinned, "Oh man, is it okay if I call you Ber? Berwald is kind of a mouthful..."

Believe me, you don't want to know what I want your mouth full of right now, Berwald thought, pushing his glasses higher on his nose.

"Anyway," Tino laughed, "Thank you for taking me out!" He traced small circles on the back of Berwald's hand. "Maaaan... I'm having such a great time..."

"Me too," replied Berwald. He entangled his fingers with Tino's.

They held hands like that as they paid for dinner and caught another bus back to Tino's house, where Berwald's car was parked. All during the bus ride, Tino sent him tipsy smiles and rested his hand a little too high on Berwald's thigh.

Berwald realized that he couldn't be sated by chaste presses of lips to lips. He wanted more. He wanted to kiss Tino until he was bruised, taste his milky white skin, run his large hands up his inner thighs... Thinking about all these things made him dizzy. But no. He had to steel himself and wait. Patience was the key.

And then Tino would be his.

XxX

For their third date, Tino had the brilliant idea to invite himself over to play games with Peter. Berwald hoped that Tino wouldn't have the audaciousness to tempt Berwald in any of those oh so tantalizing ways he had, but every time Peter's back was turned, he found himself reaching towards Tino's ass or being pulled down into a quick kiss, then Peter would turn around again and they'd be back to their innocent game of Jenga or cards or whatever they were playing.

Later that night, after Tino had left (not before planting a searing kiss on Berwald's lips), and after Berwald had spent fifteen minutes in a cold shower trying to get rid of the raging hard-on he had for the man, Peter came up to his father with five small words:

"I saw you kissing mama," he said, climbing onto his father's bed.

Berwald almost spit out his evening chamomile tea all over his pajamas. "Hrnngh?" He grunted.

"Yeah!" continued Peter, curling up next to Berwald, "So do you like mama?"

Berwald was silent.

"...Papa, don't make me get Walter." Pouted Peter.

"..."

"Ugh, papa, you're so frustrating!" sighed the boy, climbing back down the bed and dashing out the room. He rushed in less than a minute later, carrying with him a large, white teddy bear. "Here," he said, thrusting the stuffed animal into Berwald's arms. "So do you like mama or not?"

Berwald sighed, hugging the bear to his chest. "Yeah..." he sighed, burying his face into the bear's soft fur, "I love Tino. 'E's strong, spectacular, and 'e can see me fer who I am... I wanna treat 'im right. Wanna make 'im yer new mama... And m'new wife."

Peter smiled and snuggled by his father's side. "That's good, papa."

XxX

On their fourth date, Berwald decided to return the favor and invite himself over to Tino's house for a lovely evening in (after having Tino's neighbors watch over his son, of course). When he stepped inside his house and looked around, he almost wanted to cry.

It was so DRAB and BLEARY, he could not believe that Tino, his bright-spirited, colorful little boyfriend was living in a hovel that was probably previously owned by a deranged geriatric with cats or eight college boys at once. The walls were whitewashed with stains and cracks in the plaster, the flower-print couch was coming apart at the seams, and the poor man didn't even have a refrigerator, only a mini-fridge (supporting Berwald's college boys theory) and a small ice box.

Tino felt the arm around his shoulder stiffen and looked up. Rather than seeing Berwald's normally stoic and straight face, Berwald was stricken with a look of absolute terror. "Ber, are you okay?" he asked.

"...I think so..." he whimpered.

Tino almost had to laugh at Berwald's reaction to his house. The terrible condition it was in was probably hurting his poor interior decorator's soul. And he had to admit, the house wasn't exactly the best one on the market. He had gotten it pretty cheap in his desperate rush to get away from Ivan, not caring about how cold or tiny the shack was as long as it was a jillion miles away from Helsinki. But he didn't have very much money on him; he was starting a new life from scratch, so this tiny shack would have to do.

"Don't focus on the house, sweetie," he said, pulling Berwald down onto his couch, sending them tumbling. "Focus on me."

"Oh God..." Berwald couldn't help but stare as Tino began to unzip his blue hoodie, revealing a low V-neck T-shirt made of thin cotton exposing not only a delicate collarbone, but Tino's peaked nipples as well.

"Yup."

Berwald wrapped his arms around Tino's waist, drawing him in. He leaned his head on Tino's chest as the smaller man kissed his flaxen hair. "Berwald," he whispered, "these last few weeks have been amazing."

"I feel th' same way," he replied, sliding his hand under Tino's thin T-shirt to rest on his smooth tummy. He wiggled his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched laugh from his boyfriend as he was being tickled.

"Oh my God Berwald, stop it!" He giggled, pushing Berwald away gently and falling on top of him. Berwald grabbed the sides of his face and crushed his lips against Tino's in a messy kiss. Desperately their hands roamed each others' bodies as their shirts were pushed up.

When air got too scarce, Tino pulled away. Berwald gazed at him from below, wiping a bit of drool off his cheek. "I love ya..."

"Hm?" Tino's eyes widened. Had Berwald really used the "L-word" with him? He almost thought his heart would leap out of his throat. "You... Love me...?"

Oh, shit. Berwald wanted to smack himself. I was too soon! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He looked away, scratching his head. "Uh... y'know what... Um... forget I said anything..." He mumbled.

Tino collapsed onto Berwald's chest. "Oh my God, Berwald..." he said quietly, "Oh my God... I'm so happy..."

He's happy? Berwald thought, eyes widening in surprise. There was probably something he should have said, but when he tried to speak, all that came out was a puff of air.

Tino gave a nervous laugh. "Hah, I thought I was the only one." He rested his chin on his hands so he could look Berwald in the eyes. "I love you too, Ber," he smiled, gently brushing his lips against Berwald's.

Berwald wrapped his arms around Tino and hugged him tight. "I love ya. I love ya so fuckin' much, Tino."

He was silenced by another kiss, this one with more of a fiery passion. Tino's tongue dove into Berwald's mouth as Berwald rutted his hips against Tino's, hands sliding down his jeans and underwear to cup Tino's perfect ass.

"Dammit, I think it's illegal somewhere to be this sexy..." Tino sat up, pushed his crumpled shirt over his head, tossed it on the ground, and unzipped his jeans. Berwald followed suit. He sat up and pushed his glasses up his nose to get a better look at Tino, who straddled his lap, flushed, shirtless, and hard, so erotic that he had to fight the urge to bend him over the coffee table and fuck him senseless right then and there.

Tino scooted up, moaning as his crotch rubbed against Berwald's. Berwald reached up and brushed his thumbs over Tino's nipples, eliciting a tiny squeak as he pinched them between calloused thumb and forefinger. "Yer skin's so white," he murmured, letting his hands dance lazily across Tino's torso, "'nd smooth. Like cream." He leaned up, trailing his lips along Tino's chest. More. He wanted more. For a second, he wondered if Tino's skin really did taste like cream, and lapped at one of his lover's nipples, flushed pink, swirling his tongue around the areola. Tino laced his fingers through Berwald's hair, holding him to his chest, which rose and fell with every heated breath he panted out.

"Oh God, Berwald..." he moaned.

Encouraged by the moans and gasps, Berwald's hands moved downward, catching the elastic of Tino's cotton boxers and pulling them down. He smirked. Tino's erection was already flushed and dripping pre-cum onto Berwald's lap. The younger man had already melted into a messy puddle of need, rutting against Berwald and leaning down to capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, heated tongues sliding sensually against one another.

Tino noted with displeasure the feeling of Berwald's own silk boxers pressed against him. He broke off the kiss to slip a hand between them and watch as he gently tugged down Berwald's underwear. A cheeky grin lit up his face; Berwald's large cock was blushing wantonly, his pre-cum streaking Tino's stomach as Tino lowered himself back down, returning to kiss Berwald. "You big sexy beast," he whispered, gracing Berwald's ear with his lips.

"Wanna take ya. Righ' now," the larger man grunted, reaching between their bodies to take hold of both of their cocks, jerking both of them off. The heat spiraled through him, pooling between his legs, his cock burning where it touched Tino's. He couldn't think straight; the entire universe had disappeared, leaving only him, Tino, and the couch they were on.

Tino moaned at Berwald's touch, bucking his hips into his lover's busy hand. "A-ah... Ber... Don't s-staaaaaahp!" Collapsing his head into Berwald's chest, he came, shuddering against Berwald's body, sending shots of white to land on his rippled stomach.

Berwald was about to be pushed off the edge, too. He could feel it building...

Knock knock.

"Tino?"

Knock knock.

"Mr. Väinämöinen? Are you in there?"

"Shit..." Berwald cursed under his breath.

Tino glanced up at the door. "It sounds like Agneta," he whispered. Noticing the look of stress on Berwald's face, he almost laughed. "Wanna cum?" he added seductively, flicking his tongue against Berwald's earlobe. "Then cum."

It was too much. He shuddered against Tino, spilling his essence between their bodies. His tense body relaxed and he gave a little smile. It had been a while since he had felt like this.

Tino noticed Berwald's little smile. He brought their foreheads together, whispering, "I love you."

"I love ya too." Berwald lay there, panting, unable and unwilling to get up and wipe himself off. He wanted to ignore all outside disturbances (like that incessant knocking at Tino's door), strip naked, and clean Tino off. With his tongue.

Tino was still collapsed on top of Berwald, enjoying their little pause. He wished the door could just answer itself, or at least have Agneta go away.

One of his wishes was granted. The doorknob turned and clicked, and Agneta peeked in. "Tino, are you home?"

Still in his post-cum daze, Tino failed to realize that his jeans were pooled around his ankles and sticky blotches of white stained his abdomen and thighs. However, Berwald did, and he was in no more of a composed state than Tino. He quickly moved to grab a pillow out from under them and cover their nakedness as Agneta looked their way.

The woman gasped in shock. Berwald wanted to slap himself. No matter which way he looked at hit, it was definitely a compromising position to be caught in. Instead, he managed out a weak, "Hullo."

"Ah! I'm... Uh... Sorry... I'll wait outside." She left hastily, shutting the door behind her.

Tino got up, reaching for the box of tissues on the coffee table. "I wonder what that was about," he mumbled, wiping himself off.

Berwald sat up and grabbed some tissues for himself. "She's th' woman we left Pete' with, isn't she?"

"Yeah. She's a nice woman, I'll explain to her later." He re-buttoned his jeans around his waist, looking perfectly normal and like he hadn't been screaming in ecstasy minutes earlier.

Before Tino opened the door, he spun around, grabbed Berwald, and pulled him down into a forceful kiss, leaving him dizzy as Tino greeted Agneta with a warm smile. "Hi, Agneta! What was it you wanted to speak to us about?" he asked in his best neighborly tone.

"Well... um..." Agneta stepped aside to reveal Peter standing behind her large skirts. "You told me to bring him back in three hours, and it's been three hours."

Shit, Berwald cursed mentally, I hope he didn't see anything...

Agneta leaned in, easing Berwald's fears with a smile and a, "Don't worry, he didn't see anything."

"Ok, thanks." Berwald let out a sigh, relieved that his seven-year-old son had avoided the scarring sight of his father, the epitome of purity (maybe not anymore, he thought) getting down and dirty with his to-be mama. He let Peter run into his arms, thanking Agneta for watching him, and closed the door behind her as she left.

Tino was back on the couch, beckoning Peter over to come and sit on his lap. He nuzzled the boy, cooing ego-stoking compliments and kissing his goldenrod-hued hair. Berwald joined them, an arm around Tino with Peter between them.

Peter turned to Tino, a wide smile on his face. "Mama," he said, leaning into the Finnish man, "I love you!"

Tino almost wanted to cry. Whoever had said the most precious thing in the world was a child's smile, they were right. "Ah... Peter..." He put his arms around the little boy. "I love you too!" He began to sob. "Oh man... This is the first time... A child told me they love me..."

Peter hugged Tino back, panicked. "Ah! Mama! Did I make you cry?"

"*Hic* No... It's all right..."

Berwald smiled. It was like they were already a family. He took another look around the room. Even after (almost) having sex in it, he couldn't get used to how gross it looked. It almost hurt a little bit.

"Tino," he said, a finger placed on his strong chin thoughtfully.

"Yes?"

"How would ya like t' move in with us?"


Continued...