20 - The Future Is Bright
A week later, Berwald got his calculus final back.
He'd passed it with flying colors, and he and Tino decided to celebrate.
Tino had recovered fully from his cold by then, and that night, Tino knocked on Berwald's door, dressed to the nines in a sleek black suit and holding a bouquet of roses. Berwald answered, still in his usual jeans and button-down shirt.
"Surprise," Tino grinned, holding out the flowers. Berwald took them and sniffed deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of roses.
"What's th' occasion?" he asked.
Tino pushed his hair back, lips pulled back into a brave smile. "I," he proclaimed, "am taking the best boyfriend ever out to a lovely dinner at FX."
"Isn't that th' new place that opened up?" Berwald asked, looking around for a vase to put the flowers in.
"Yep," Tino said proudly, "Francis told me it was really nice. A suit-and-tie kind of thing. And if Francis thinks the food is good, then it's gotta be good."
Berwald emerged from the kitchen, having found a vase for the roses. He placed the ensemble on his coffee table, and Tino hugged him from behind.
"I love you," he murmured softly, all airs he had put on before totally gone.
Berwald turned around and settled his arms around Tino. "Thank ya, Tino. Love ya too," he pecked Tino on the cheek and left to get dressed up. When he came out again, his hair had been neatly combed, and he wore a dark gray wool suit with a navy blue necktie. Tino licked his lips. He'd seen Berwald in a suit plenty of times before, but he would never tire of it.
"Is this from the Vargas Brothers?" he asked, running his hands over Berwald's suit, "I saw this in their winter collection."
"Yea," replied Berwald, "they let me keep it. Nice of them."
"It looks smashing," grinned Tino, "let's go."
XxX
Usually, Berwald adored pampering his darling boyfriend; had he the money and time, he would lavish Tino with everything he could ever want. Unfortunately, despite being a well-paid model, a college student could only earn so much, so he had to settle for giving Tino the smaller pleasures in life.
No, that was wrong. It wasn't "settling." The way Tino smiled into every kiss they shared proved that. He'd even said it himself: "I'm happiest just being with you."
Well, I'm happiest making you happy, thought Berwald as he caressed Tino's hand over his car's shift knob.
Tino didn't drive the nicest car around, but it was comfortable enough and got them from point A to point B. Plus, he was surrounded by Tino's scent, something that made his eyes flutter shut and his knees go weak.
For the first time in a while, Berwald could honestly say that he was relieved. He'd retaken and most importantly passed his calculus final. His modeling career had reached a new high with the recent launch of designer Roderich Edelstein's new spring eyewear line. He was more than ready for his 3rd degree black belt test, still two months away, and his relationship with Tino had weathered every strain they'd been through and come out stronger for it. He loved the smaller man in the driver's seat more and more with each passing day.
Tino parked the car, got out, and opened the door for Berwald with a small bow. "This way, my dear," he said huskily.
As soon as the door was closed, though, Tino found himself pinned against the side of his car by Berwald's strong body, his lips being devoured hungrily in a desperate kiss he couldn't help but reciprocate. He sighed into the kiss and ran his hands along Berwald's body, reveling in the muscular form beneath the coarse wool of his suit.
It seemed an eternity before they pulled apart, gasping for air.
"Naughty," Tino breathed, head collapsing onto Berwald's chest, "didn't anyone tell you not to spoil your appetite before dinner?"
Berwald's hand snaked down to grab Tino's ass. "B't I'm so hungry," he nibbled Tino's earlobe for emphasis then let the smaller man lead him into the restaurant.
XxX
"Table for two, under the name Väinämöinen."
The host nodded and led Tino and Berwald over to the reserved table, handing them menus and informing them that a waiter would arrive shortly.
The atmosphere of the restaurant was quite modern, with jet-black walls illuminated by colored lights, smoky glass tables and diamond-backed chairs, with flickering tea lights acting as a centerpiece and casting alluring shadows on the diners.
"'S very romantic," commented Berwald, reaching across to take Tino's hand. Tino rubbed his thumb over the pulse point on his wrist before opening the menu.
If Tino had a weakness for anything, it was food. Berwald listened to him gush over the menu as he tried to make up his mind. Finally, he settled on a steak, and Berwald found that the roast lamb looked tempting. They gave the waiter their orders, along with a request for a bottle of wine.
Tino leaned back in his chair and winced. "Ooh, ouch."
"What's up?" asked Berwald.
"Lukas really got my shoulder when we fought," Tino rubbed his aching shoulder, "It might be bruised. Should be fine, though," he punctuated his point with a smile to keep Berwald from worrying."I think that's the last fight I'll be getting into," he pulled his lips back in a sheepish grimace, "I don't think I like it very much, even if good things came out of them. I even email Alvin sometimes."
Berwald raised an eyebrow, putting his fork down. "Y' email m' father?"
"Yeah," nodded Tino, "he's been planning our wedding since Christmas."
Berwald could only roll his eyes and smile as he continued eating. Our wedding, huh? I can see that happening. The image of Tino, a white dress draped over his lean form, smiling happily at him filled his mind.
"Ber?" Tino asked, waving a hand in front of his boyfriend, "you'd better not be thinking of me in a dress," he scolded playfully.
Berwald looked down at his plate like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, which made Tino laugh and pat Berwald's cheek. He leaned into the table, violet eyes boring into Berwald's own aqua ones, and whispered, "If that's what you really want, though, who am I to say no?" his voice was syrupy-sweet with just the faintest hint of lust, which Berwald easily detected. He blushed a bright crimson from his chin to his forehead as the waiter returned with their food and wine.
They finished their meals talking and laughing quietly. When the plates were empty, Berwald reached for his wallet only to be stopped by Tino.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he warned, pulling out his own wallet, "I'm treating you tonight. Emphasis on 'treating,'" he tossed his wallet on the table and took a look at the bill. It was expensive, but the smaller man didn't flinch. He simply made a series of mental calculations, pulled the exact number of bills and coins he needed from his wallet, and slid them in with the receipt, all before Berwald could flash him a protesting glare. "It's the least I could do," he said, standing up and putting on his jacket, "you're always so good to me and you never ask for anything in return but I want to be just as good to you too. So," Tino took a deep breath, lips lifting into a wary smile, "I'm paying tonight."
Holding up his hands in mock defeat, Berwald sighed. "I concede. 'S my turn t' treat ya next time, though."
Tino pressed his body to Berwald's as they began the journey back to his car. "I love you."
"This night's not over yet," Berwald warned playfully with a squeeze to Tino's ass.
XxX
"A–ah, Berwald," he stuttered, "I won't be able to drive us home if you keep doing that..." his statement ended in a strangled cry as he bit back a moan, Berwald squeezing his clothed length one last time. Tino started the car before anything else could happen, and was out of the parking lot in a flash.
The drive home was filled with quick, dirty glances exchanged in the blink of an eye, light touches to the backs of unprepared hands, and the seductive apprehension that made both Tino and Berwald know that the moment they stepped back into Berwald's apartment, they would be all over each other.
It couldn't have ended fast enough. Tino pulled his car haphazardly into a parking space and before they knew it, he was back inside Berwald's apartment, sandwiched between Berwald and the front door, grinding frantically against his lover as they kissed. He was thoroughly ready to accept being fucked against the door when Berwald wordlessly pulled him into his bedroom, pushed him down on the bed, and all but ripped off the fancy Vargas suit from his own shoulders, tossing it to the floor without a care.
"That's an expensive suit," smirked Tino, unbuttoning his own, "are you sure you want to do that?"
Berwald shook his head and climbed over Tino, assisting him in removing his clothes. "Dun' care," he replied, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each part of Tino's skin that was revealed to him. Tino hummed in approval, legs winding their way up to wrap around Berwald's naked waist and pull him closer.
"Money can't buy this," Berwald murmured into Tino's ear, the dirty sweetness of his tone making up for the cheesiness of his words. Tino quickly shucked his pants, favoring the warmth of Berwald's skin directly on his to the coarseness of his own slacks separating them. The moan that escapes his kiss-swollen lips is filthy and only serves to fan the flames of Berwald's arousal even more. He grinds down, his cock digging into Tino's creamy thighs, and lets out a sigh that only Tino can hear.
Now completely naked, Tino spread his legs as Berwald kissed his way down Tino's torso, leaving faint red marks where he worried the pale skin with teeth and a curious mouth. Tino's cock drags against Berwald's body as he moves down and it's just enough pressure to be teasing; it's driving Tino mad and Berwald knows it.
"Ber, please," he begged, "please, please, baby..." his words trailed off into a moan when Berwald slid his lips over his erection. Heat spiraled through his body and pooled between his legs where Berwald kissed and licked and sucked and Tino couldn't help but curl up in pleasure and beg Berwald for more.
Berwald found every reaction of Tino's exciting, his moans and cries and squeaks going straight to his dick. It was like a game: if he circled the head of Tino's throbbing cock with his tongue, his lover would give a long, low groan, and if he sucked on Tino's balls, he would squeak and weakly try to bat Berwald away. Berwald reached down to try to palm his own cock when Tino curled his fingers in his choppy flaxen hair and tried to pull him up for a kiss.
It was less of a kiss and more of a desperate mash of faces as lips and tongues moved together and bodies tangled. They pulled back, gasping for air.
"Oh, Berwald..." Tino's face is red with pleasure and his hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Y' look great like this," Berwald reaches around and squeezed Tino's ass, kneading the soft flesh in, out, and around. Tino let out another groan as he felt his asshole being tugged as Berwald massaged, and he arched into Berwald's touch.
Tino reached down to stroke Berwald's erect cock. Just thinking about it filling him was enough to make him dizzy, and there was something he wanted to do first.
"Berwald," he panted, pulling away, "can you lie on your back, please?"
Berwald willingly shifted so that he lay on his back, and was graced with the beautiful sight of Tino's ass in front of his face as the other man straddled his chest. He smirked, giving it a hard smack, and Tino bit the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh in retribution before glaring at him over his shoulder.
"Sorry," Berwald kissed the red welt he'd made on Tino's ass in apology, his voice less apologetic and more smug.
Tino stuck his tongue out at Berwald before dragging it over Berwald's cock teasingly, earning himself a moan from the taller man.
Unwilling to be outdone, Berwald kissed his way around Tino's asshole before swiping his tongue across. It twitched, and Tino moaned around his dick. He could tease Tino all day, but the way his lover was sucking him off... Berwald let out a low whine before thrusting his tongue into Tino's furled opening. His hands caressed the slope of Tino's perfect ass, massaging in the same way that drove Tino crazy.
Tino moaned, Berwald's cock slipping out of his mouth. He stroked it with his hand, desperately trying to give Berwald the same pleasure he was feeling. He needed more, though, and knew that Berwald needed the same as well.
The brief tongue fuck was all Tino got before Berwald rolled him onto the bed and pounced, trapping the shorter man between his body and the rumpled sheets. "'M gonna make love t' ya," he whispered hotly, "pound yer sexy body into th' bed."
"Oh God, oh God..." Tino wrapped his legs around Berwald waist and rutted. How did Berwald know that dirty talk was one of his biggest kinks? He lapped at Berwald's earlobe. "Tell me more, darling, please!"
Berwald bit his lip. He was only experimenting with the dirty talk, but it seemed to have broken a dam in Tino. It was so hot that he had to take it and run with it. Whatever. He couldn't think straight anymore. "On yer hands and knees," he commanded, procuring a bottle of lube from under his pillow. Tino quickly did as told, bestowing upon Berwald the beautiful sight of his ass waving in the air.
"What are you going to do to me?" Tino prodded, trying to coax more delicious dirty talk from his lover's kiss-bruised lips.
Berwald popped open the container, spreading the slick substance liberally across his fingers. "Gonna stretch ya," he planted kisses across Tino's lower back as two wet fingers poked into him, "Dunno if y' can take it just yet."
Tino pushed back, trying to take in the fingers that Berwald was so cruelly teasing him with. "I can take it, please, Ber!"
Looking over his shoulder, Tino was greeted with a sexy smirk that sent hot shivers through his body. "So horny. If y' say so, wife."
Tino's eyes widened at the word wife, but before he could say anything, Berwald had already slicked himself up and pushed in. Tino cried out at the burn, which subsided into pleasure as Berwald began to move his hips, reaching around to trace indistinct patterns across his lover's chest.
The tight heat clenching around his dick felt so good, Berwald could barely restrain himself. And Tino's moans and gasps, oh, it was like a symphony in his ears. He sought out the spot that made Tino see stars behind his eyes and found it easily, sending him reeling.
Berwald's self-control was gone and the filthy words spewing from his lips centered around that one word, wife, which he whispered over and over in Tino's ear.
"Yer m' wife," he panted as he bounced his hips into Tino's, "m' darling, slutty wife."
Tino mewled. "Ber, I'm gonna–" he was cut off by a particularly accurate thrust and Berwald's fingers wrapping around his cock to stave off his orgasm.
"Say it," Berwald growled into Tino's shoulder, "my wife."
"Yes, yes! I'm your wife!" Tino screamed into the bedding as he came, his seed shooting onto the sheets and coating Berwald's fingers in white. That was enough to send Berwald over the edge as well, and he spilled himself into the convulsing body below him with a loud cry.
He would have loved to stay connected to Tino in this way just a little longer, but overstimulation forced him to withdraw. He and Tino dragged themselves up to the head of the bed, covered in sweat and cum, yet too tired to disengage and take a shower. Tino snuggled into Berwald's body.
"Oh, Ber..." He couldn't say anything else, nothing came to his foggy mind. "Oh, Ber, darling..."
Berwald wrapped his arms around Tino and held him close. He was too dazed to think straight as well, only letting Tino's name fall from his lips as he began to doze.
"Love ya, Tino."
"I love you too, Berwald."
XxX
Much later, Tino and Berwald lay awake in bed, wrapped around each other.
"What was with that 'wife' thing?" Tino asked innocently, "I didn't know that was a kink of yours."
Berwald bit his lip sheepishly. "Dunno how t' explain it," he mumbled, deep in thought, "Jus' been thinkin' how nice it'd be t' marry ya. Sometime in th' future."
"Yeah, but why am I the wife?" pouted Tino, "You love it when I top."
This time, Berwald looked genuinely confused. "Wives can't top?"
Tino let out a snorting laugh. "Never change, darling." He laced his fingers with Berwald's. "I'm still not wearing a dress, though."
"I'll wear th' dress, then."
Shaking his head, Tino rolled over and kissed his boyfriend tenderly, their lips moving together slowly. Berwald obviously had a wildly different idea of what "wife" and "husband" meant.
Berwald kissed back. "This a yes?" he asked tentatively.
"Very yes," Tino answered.
AN: WOOOOOWWW
I've got nothing clever to say this time, haha.
I've been having some trouble writing sex recently but I hope this was good enough.
We've got an epilogue/wrapup to go and that's when I'll make my big teary speech in the AN.
Thank you for all the love! I think I'm going to go before I start crying. ;u;