This is the second-to-last chapter. :(
Hooray for sex!
Chapter 10
They finished packing the last of Tino's possessions into Berwald's Volvo. Even though the tiny house was now devoid of anything save for that stupid old couch, it didn't seem bigger at all.
Tino quickly did a once-over of the entire house, retrieving anything he had left behind and locking the door behind him as Berwald loaded the last box into his trunk and slammed it shut. "Tino, ya ready?"
"Yup, everything's golden," he skipped down the steps and took his place in the car's front passenger seat. Berwald got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and they were off.
"We need'ta pick up Peter at school on th' way," Berwald said.
"Perfect!" Tino replied cheerily, "I haven't seen the little bugger in forever! Oh, when we get to your house, we should play games! And maybe we could watch a movie and..."
Berwald smiled as Tino went on and on about what they could do. He took Tino's hand, silencing him. "We'll have all th' time in th' world," he said softly as he pulled into the pickup lane at Peter's elementary school. Children flooded out the doors, relieved to finally go home and relax on a Friday afternoon. Tino's heart leapt with joy as Peter bounded up to the car, opening the door and sliding into the back seat among Tino's boxes.
"Hi, papa!" he cheered, kissing his papa on the cheek, "Hi, mama!" He gave Tino a kiss as well and flopped back down. "What's with all the boxes?"
"Well," Berwald said, grinning, "your mama is finally going to move in with us!"
Peter gasped. "No way!" he replied in pleasant shock, "Really?"
"Really!" Tino smiled at the boy through the rearview mirror. "Mama's going to be living with you and papa from now on!"
Peter let out a loud yell. "Yay! Mama's gonna live with us! Are you gonna sleep with papa?"
Berwald coughed loudly.
"Of course," Tino replied quickly, "mamas and papas can sleep together, can't they?"
Peter nodded slowly, bright blue eyes focused on his parents.
"Uhm... How 'bout we celebrate t'night?" Berwald said hastily, scrabbling for a topic change before his wife and son could delve further into the subject of what mamas and papas did in bed. "What d'ya wanna do?"
"Beat mama in Quantum Sniper II!" Peter pouted, "He won last time!"
"You're on, kiddo." Tino grinned at his new son.
Peter grinned back. "I'm gonna get ya, mama!"
Berwald sighed and smiled at his wife and son, watching their friendly squabble about headshots in video games Peter probably shouldn't be playing but plays anyway. "What d'ya want for dinner?" He asked.
"Janssons frestelse!" Peter exclaimed. "You make it the best, papa!"*
Berwald nodded. "We can pick up some potatoes an' sprats on th' way back."
"I'll help cook!" Tino cheered.
XxX
The afternoon was spent unloading Tino's stuff, putting it with the other boxes, deciding to procrastinate on unpacking, and lounging around as a family. Peter did indeed manage to beat his mama in Quantum Sniper II, but "only because I let him," according to Tino. Berwald simply looked on from the couch with a coffee, refusing to side with anyone, until Tino decided to get revenge with a tickle attack.
Tino and Peter had somehow teamed up and jumped on Berwald, hands spidering up and down his sides. They knocked him over barely before he could set down his coffee only to find out that Berwald was wildly ticklish, and let out a series of high-pitched screams as they tickled him, eventually collapsing into a cuddly pile on the couch.
"I didn't know you were so ticklish," Tino sighed, cheek pressed against Berwald's chest.
"There's lotsa stuff yer gonna learn," Berwald kissed Tino's hair and ruffled Peter's. "Glad you're with us, Tino. I love ya."
"Love you too." Tino leaned up and gently brushed his lips against Berwald's cheek.
"Eww, mama and papa are being icky!" Peter teased in a sing-song voice.
Berwald blushed. I swear, this kid is going to be the death of me, he thought.
Tino decided to use the awkward moment as a subject change. "Uh... How about we go cook dinner now?" he asked. The other two hastily nodded and got up, already anticipating the delicious Janssons fretelse for dinner.
XxX
Tino found that in this family, everything was fun, even tedious chores like making dinner. He, Peter, and Berwald divided up the tasks, then turned on the radio to have some music as they worked and danced around the kitchen. It turned out Berwald was a great dancer, to his surprise. He never would have expected the tall, bear-like father to be able to move his hips like that! He licked his lips. Berwald's hips swayed under those snug-fitting jeans as he chopped potatoes. Delicious.
They ate dinner together at the table. It was delicious; they had done great job cooking, with yummy results.
After dinner, they turned on the TV again to watch the Friday Night Movie that was showing on the cable network, and Berwald lit the fireplace. They curled up on the sofa, Berwald in the middle flanked by his wife and son, all snug under a large blue-and-yellow fleece blanket.
The movie was long. It was getting late, and Peter was already asleep against his papa's shoulder.
"Cute," Tino whispered, reaching over and brushing the child's hair away from his brow.
"I'll go put him t' bed," Berwald stood up. With unsurprising ease, he picked up his son and carried him up to his bedroom, Tino following. They gently lay him down on his bed and tucked him in.
Peter shifted, his sleepy eyes cracking open. In a heavy voice, he sighed, "Love ya, mama, papa," then rolled over and gave a soft snore.
"Love you too."
Tino and Berwald tiptoed out, shutting the door quietly behind them.
XxX
"You're a great papa," Tino mumbled.
He and Berwald were back on the couch, the movie still playing on the TV. Tino leaned against Berwald's shoulder, the larger man stroking his soft blond hair. "Yer a great mama," Berwald answered.
"Aww."
Berwald glanced over at the TV. "Are we still even watchin' this?"
"To be honest, I stopped watching an hour and a half ago." Tino chuckled, turning the TV off.
"I was too busy watchin' som'one else," Berwald tangled his hand in Tino's hair, gazing at the Finn lovingly over the rims of his glasses.
Shit, thought Tino. Definitely aroused. Now that Peter had been put to bed and Berwald and Tino were alone, Berwald looked less like a big papa bear and more like, well, a sexy beast, to put it bluntly. He leaned back on his low, stylish couch with a tired smile on his face, slowly popping open the pearly buttons of his button-down shirt, enough so that he wasn't stifled and was exposing a healthy bit of collarbone and chest muscle that Tino just wanted to run his hands over. He leaned into Berwald's side.
"T'no, are ya okay?" he asked.
"Mmm." The Swede really did smell nice. There were traces of cologne on his shirt, but what Tino really liked was his natural scent. He breathed in. He smelled like warmth. A warm house with a fire, a freshly-made dinner... All the things that made him feel safe and happy.
Berwald slipped an arm around Tino's shoulders to pull him closer and grazed his lips against his cheek. Tino jolted. Those thin lips of his were surprisingly soft. He could feel his face reddening as he looked into Berwald's sea-glass-green eyes.
The dim light from the fire highlighted his high cheekbones, sharp jaw, and straight nose. Man oh man I want to kiss him so bad... His only thoughts, repeating like a mantra in his head and circling around to repeat again. He reached up to rest one of his dove-like hands on Berwald's cheek.
Berwald's stare wavered for a mere fraction of a second, only to see Tino's tongue peek out to slide against his upper lip. Their faces were really close. Too close. Tino's fingertips rested against his cheek felt like a branding iron, burning his touch into his skin.
Man oh man I want to kiss him so bad...
They moved closer.
Man oh man I want to kiss him so bad...
The first brush of lips ignited a spark as blue-green eyes met violet. It was Tino who made the first move, taking Berwald by surprise. He kissed him slowly, savoring the feeling of their lips pressed against each other. There was no need to rush.
Sometime during that kiss, they had realigned their bodies. Now Tino straddled Berwald's lap, his back to the fire, pressed flush against the Swede by strong arms wrapped around his waist and hands pushing their way under his sweater.
Tino's hands, tangled in Berwald's flaxen hair, pressed against the back of his neck to force the man closer. He wanted more.
Suddenly, Berwald pulled back. Tino sighed in disappointment, his kiss-swollen lips slightly parted. "What's wrong?" he asked.
His lover only looked over the rims of his glasses and smirked, removing one of his hands from under Tino's shirt and trailing calloused fingers down his jaw. "Beautiful," he breathed. His other hand went to cup Tino's ass, groping and massaging through his jeans.
"Fuck," breathed Tino, "don't do that..."
"Why? I've wanted t' do this fer a while. A long while." Berwald reached up, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, picked up one of Tino's hands, and pressed it flat against his chest. "Y'feel m'heart beatin'?" he asked, "'S all fer you." He looked directly into Tino's eyes, his sea-green ones boring into the younger man's violet ones. "Better t'just come out 'nd say it. I love ya, wife."
"Oh God..." Tino leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of Berwald's neck. "I've been waiting so long to hear that from you..." he whispered, placing kisses along the skin he found there, "I love you too, husband."
Berwald drew in a sharp breath. Husband. The word sounded so delicious coming from Tino's mouth. "Say that again," he growled.
"What, husband?"
"Yes."
Tino smirked. "You're so silly, husband." He kissed Berwald again and again, grinding his hips into his lap. The Swede moaned, trailing his hands up Tino's stomach and chest to push his lover's sweater over his head.
Tino's bare skin glowed in the firelight, jeans slung low on his hips. "Take off your clothes, too," he mumbled, slowly slipping Berwald's shirt off and undoing his trousers. Suddenly, Berwald shifted so that Tino lay under him on the couch. He stood up at full height, doffing the rest of his clothes. Tino wriggled out of his jeans and spread his legs, beckoning for Berwald to look at him.
Delicious. The Swede leaned over, trapping his lover underneath, and trailed his fingers down Tino's chest, following with kisses. "Wanna touch you all over," he whispered, lazily dragging his tongue across Tino's perk nipples. His hand snaked down to cup Tino's erection, making him moan and grab at Berwald's hair.
"Oh God oh God oh God..." Tino muttered. Berwald's hands were huge and hot, leaving warm spots on Tino's body as they roamed, trying to drink in the texture of Tino's skin. "Please... Ber..." His hips wiggled, seeking friction and finding none. It was like Berwald was purposely avoiding all the spots he wanted him to touch. "You tease..." he choked out.
Berwald almost didn't know where to begin. He had the sexiest man alive naked and writhing under him, begging for his touch, and he wanted to savor and worship every centimeter of his body. He massaged down Tino's legs, which wrapped around his waist to try and bring him closer. Losing his balance, he fell on top of his lover, who took the advantage of the sudden proximity to leave a hickey on his collarbone.
"You're mine," Tino whispered, tracing the shell of Berwald's ear with his tongue and lifting his hips to grind against Berwald's erection.
Berwald responded by leaving his own hickey on Tino's neck. "Yer mine too," he mumbled into his lover's ear. "I love ya, Tino." He reached between them, gripping both their cocks and rubbing.
"Mmm... I love you too... Oh God, keep doing that."
"What, this?" He gave a gentle squeeze.
Tino moaned, grabbing the sides of Berwald's face and pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues slid against each other sensually, playing and dancing, too engrossed in their passion to notice the drool dribbling down their chins.
Between the couch cushions, there was a small bottle of lube. As they broke off their kiss to get some much-needed air, Berwald extracted the bottle and dabbed some of the liquid onto his fingers. Tino looked on expectantly. Looks like Swedish Tab A was going to be inserted into Finnish Slot B after all. He spread his legs wider, an invitation for Berwald to gently prod at his opening with a slick finger, sliding one in. Tino drew in a sharp breath at the welcome intrusion, sand-colored bangs flopping over his forehead. Berwald slipped in another finger, thrusting and stretching. It felt delicious, but Tino wanted more. He pressed back onto his lover's fingers as a third one was added. But Berwald's fingers were only so long; they couldn't reach that one spot where he wanted them. "Please, Ber..." he whimpered, reaching up to hide his face with his hands, "I need you... Your fingers don't reach... Where I like it..."
Tino's lusty cries spurred him to quickly withdraw his fingers and slick up his erection. He aligned himself up, the tip of his cock resting against his lover's throbbing hole, and leaned in for a kiss as he thrust in.
The sensation of suddenly being filled by Berwald's large cock sent Tino gasping and moaning into the kiss. He scrabbled at the larger man's back and wrapped his legs tighter around his waist, driven by desire.
The painful seconds it took for Tino to adjust to Berwald's girth felt like years filled with impatient pleas to move and create more delicious friction. Finally, Berwald drew out and pushed in again, all the way to the hilt, ramming into Tino's prostate, eliciting a muffled scream. He pulled out and drove in faster and faster, creating a rhythm as Tino bucked his hips to meet his thrusts in the pornographic slap of skin-against-skin.
Balancing on one hand, Berwald wrapped the other around Tino's twitching cock and rubbed feverishly, bringing the Finn closer and closer to ecstasy.
One last tug, one last thrust, and Tino had gone over the edge, spilling his seed all over their stomachs and Berwald's hand, muscles contracting spasmodically around Berwald's erection. The Swede followed, filling his lover and riding out his orgasm in a couple slowing thrusts before collapsing in a sweaty heap on Tino's chest.
They waited for their erratic heartbeats to calm and come down from their dizzying high, exchanging murmured vows of love and sweet smiles. Ideally, they would have simply fallen asleep on the couch together, naked and covered in their own sweat and come, but no. There was a child upstairs who they had to look presentable for, and neither of them thought that finding papa butt-naked on the couch on top of mama was the best thing to wake up to for a seven-year-old boy. Quickly and quietly they cleaned up and showered together before turning up the thermostat and flopping down on Berwald's bed, not bothering to put on clothes. At least if Peter barged into their room Saturday morning, he would be saved from things he didn't need to see for another fourteen years by the blanket Berwald pulled over him and his sleepy new wife.
"Jag alskar dig," he mumbled against Tino's hair.
"Mina rakastan sinua," was the sleepy sigh he received against his chest
*Janssons frestelse is a casserole with potatoes, onions, sprats, bread crumbs, and cream. I haven't tried it but my friend showed me a picture and it looks delicious.
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