Author's note

it's 2:30 am and I've done over 9 hours of homework today and still am not done but wanted to give y'all something. I hope you enjoy! I love you guys

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It's been a month later and all Tino can focus on is the lingering feeling of loneliness. He didn't think it would creep on him so fast especially since he had Peter with him, but the absence of a partner was starting to have an effect on him. He guessed it was because he was rarely without someone.

He met Arthur while attending high school and started getting serious with the pre-politician in college. So serious that Arthur courted him to marriage and convinced him to drop out of school and adopt a child within his 2nd year of college. Yeah they sure turned into the dream family with a successful husband and a stay-at-home partner taking care of the suburban house with the white trimmings and picnic fence and seeing Peter out to the bus stop with bag lunch in hand.

Tino had it all until Arthur took on his role as senator. The later times he came home and phone calls he was receiving when home drove Tino somewhat mad. But it seemed the more Tino tried to be tolerant of the new life style the more sloppy Arthur was getting with his other projects. It wasn't long until the Fin caught on to his husbands other activities at the office.

He's met Arthur's secretary and was worried at first by his golden locks and wild blue eyes but let the confidence and faith that was wrapped around his left ring-finger get the best of him. How could he have thought marriage would be a valid excuse not to cheat? It was the purpose of cheating.

Arthur was sleeping with his secretary Alfred Jones and Tino wasn't going to tolerate it. Soon he filed for divorce and high-tailed it out of there with Peter in hand and Arthur didn't put up much of a fight. He understood and with his guilt bought the house where Tino laid in bed, lonely. Thinking of the ex-husband reminded him of the kinky times they've had. Arthur was surprisingly enticing and opened up a new world to Tino with different positions and toys. With that accent and sexual appetite Tino found himself caught up in deep lust with the Brit. Thinking about that lust Tino got swept away again.

Rolling over he brushed his fingers to the cold, wooden floor and felt for his vibrator. When found he laid it next to him on the bed and slowly started stroking himself under his heavy comforter. The light touches and thoughts of foreign hands helped him grow hard almost instantly. Hands that were soft yet firm in what they wanted. Big, roaming, hungry hands.

He tried imagining a face to this perfect partner but vision was getting blurrier with each pulse of pleasure that was beginning to grow in his stomach and lower regions. He just knew he wanted big hands, grabbing him and lips. Thin lips because big just looked weird on men usually to him. And sharp serious eyes, that made him freeze and mind race.

Soon his strokes were getting faster and he was fully stiff. Reaching for the vibrator he flicked it on and rubbing it against his entrance. Saliva was forming in his mouth uncomfortably so he sucked on his fingers and then placed the excess on his slowly preparing hole, resisting a moan.

When he felt ready he slowly started pushing the toy in himself and shuddered in response to the pressure and movement. Then came the ever needed rhythm in pulling and pushing the object in and out of him. Oh if only he had someone else for this!

Again the imaginative hands flooded his mind and their adventures they'd have on his body, the thought almost sending to his climax to cum when all of a sudden the vibrating stopped. He slowly came to a stop and looked down at his now blue-ball syndrome and no longer working vibrator. He pulled it out and looked to see if it was accidentally turned off but found it wasn't. Instead the batteries were dead. He groaned aloud and buried himself under the covers and pillows, utterly and completely frustrated.

He laid there, determined not to move and convince himself this wasn't happening when he heard pounding on his door.

"Mommy! Mom! The doorbell is ringing! I think Daddy's here!" Peter was yelling on the other side.

"Shit!" Tino exclaimed daring his eyes to his alarm clock. Indeed it was exactly 9:00 am and it's just like his father to be prompt.

He pulled on his briefs and tried tucking in his problem then pulled on some khaki pants and rushed to open the door. Behind it was a ready Peter and the blond scooped him up and hurried down the stairs to the waiting guest. He peeked through the hole just in case and saw it was indeed Arthur (checking his watch) and next to him Alfred(making a face at Arthur's impatience).

Tino opened the door so fast it created a brief moment of wind.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Peter ran and hugged his father leaving Tino and Alfred in a bit of awkward silence. It's not like he disliked Alfred, just didn't know how to really talk to him. Arthur picked Peter up and looked at Tino.

"All right I'll be taking him then. It won't be too bad that he misses a Friday, right?"

"Yeah it should be fine. Berwald sees enough of him anyways."

"Berwald?" Arthur regards Tino when Peter buds into the conversation.

"Yeah! That's what we call him when he's over but at school we have to call him Mr. Ox!"

"Is that so?" Arthur smirked which made Tino felt a twitch in his face.

"Have you got all your things?"

"Yes! Let's go! Let's go!" Peter said desperately.

"Okay, okay. We'll be leaving then Tino. See you Sunday." He nodded and turned to leave and Alfred followed, grinning at him friendly. Tino didn't shut the door until he saw the car pull away from the driveway and pushed the door closed and breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time the Brit came to take Peter to spend time together and now Tino found more time to himself.