AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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This book runs more or less concurrently with Enticements & Obstructions by OhJasperMyJasper, and picks up after chapter 13. Events depicted herein are tied into the lives of the central characters from my other book Culture Shock, that take place after chapter 24. If you have not read those, some of what you read here might leave you a bit lost.
As ever, giant hugs to my girls Maureen and Rebecca.
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WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC/Non Magical
All characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. I just take them out and play with them.
There are actual Arsenal football club players as characters in this book. Real People. Much as I would like to, I do not know them. I do not know anything about them. Their personalities and sexual orientations, as depicted herein, are entirely fictional. I only know their names, what they do and where they come from. Their families, spouses, or children, if any, are entirely fictional and made up by me.
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with them too.
Chapter 7: Bad Waltersdorf
Light streamed in through the patio doors when Greg awoke. He found his head on his lover's broad chest and small hands on his ass.
"Bum, bum, bum," Helena giggled as she patted her father's bare butt.
"Oh my God," Greg was mortified and quickly pulled the sheet, that had somehow been pulled away during the night, to cover himself. "Lene, that is completely inappropriate."
"You touch my bum," she countered defiantly with hands on her hips.
"That's different. I've been cleaning your cute little behind since you were a tiny baby," Greg grabbed Helena and pulled her, squealing, up onto the bed with them.
"Oh," Viktor finally stirred as his daughter landed on top of the sheet on top of him. "Is beautiful little girl!" he wrapped his arms around his giggling daughter and snuggled her. Greg reached for his boxers and pulled them on beneath the sheet before he rose from the bed.
"Shall I ring for a pot of coffee?" Greg asked.
"Da, please," Viktor agreed. Greg picked up the phone on the desk near the windows.
"Hand daddy underpants," Viktor pointed to the nightstand he could not reach.
"Are you naked too, Tatee?" Helena asked.
"Tatee naked too. We so tired last night, daddies just fall into bed, forget to put on boxer," Viktor shook his head.
"Silly daddies," Helena crawled to the nightstand to retrieve her father's boxers for him.
"Coffee will be here in just a minute," Greg replaced the corded handset in its cradle. "Now, you, my girl," he opened the big suitcase, "need to pick out what you would like to wear this morning." Greg pulled out a selection of tops and pants for her to choose from. Helena climbed off of her other father, and the bed, to pick her clothes. While her back was turned Viktor threw off the sheet and quickly slipped on his boxers.
"And what about this swimsuit?" Greg pulled one out of the suitcase.
"No," Helena said casually as she moved her tops and pants around on the bed.
"Here, you didn't even look. This one is very pretty on you," Greg tossed it on the bed. "You want to look pretty for Damek, don't you?" he teased.
"I want to look pretty for you!" Helena stressed.
"You always be our pretty girl," Viktor squatted down to hug her from behind. "What about pink shirt? Is very pretty for pretty girl."
"Yes. I like pink," she agreed.
"Who wants a glass of orange juice?" Greg asked as he bent to retrieve the jug from the little fridge. No one answered him, nor did he expect it. Viktor and Helena just knew he would pour them all a glass and so he did.
"Here we are," Greg handed a glass to his partner and daughter.
"Thank you. Come here," Viktor grabbed Greg's wrist and pulled him down. He gave his mate a loving kiss on his lips.
"Me too!" Helena had a kiss for her British father as well. Greg only smiled and rubbed the top of both of their heads as he stood up.
"Drink juice with daddy," Viktor bid. Rather than continue to squat, he sat down cross legged on the hardwood floor with his legs folded in front of him. Helena seated herself in his lap as they drank their orange juice together.
"Whoever finish first get big hug," Viktor proposed. "Ready?"
"Ready," Helena gave a firm nod as she gripped her glass in both hands.
"Done," Greg gulped his down while they were still discussing it, and set his now empty glass on the dresser.
"Oh! Daddy get big hug," Viktor gulped the rest of his juice as he rose from the floor. He set his glass beside Greg's and took his partner in his arms. "Everyone jump on daddy!" Viktor threw Greg, and himself, bodily onto their bed.
"Oof!" Greg landed with his stronger partner atop him. Helena shrieked with joy as she climbed up on the bed and threw herself down beside them with her little arms around them both. Viktor kissed Greg and Helena joined him.
Then came the knock at the door. Neither Viktor nor Helena made any move to get off of Greg.
"Shall we just ask him to leave it in the hall, then?" Greg asked. Viktor's only response was to roll off of Greg onto his back on the bed. Greg was able to roll Helena off of him to his other side.
"You two are such a handful," Greg sat up and leaned to give his smiling partner a quick kiss on the lips. He then turned to his daughter and grabbed her sides to tickle her. Helena shrieked and kicked her legs up as she giggled. Greg then rose from the bed and headed for the door.
"Now I need the loo!" Helena declared as she slid off the bed. Viktor did not move as he watched his daughter walk into the bathroom and close the door. Greg unlatched the room door and opened it.
"Thank you. Please, come in," Greg stepped aside. He followed the uniformed room service boy to the dresser. The fresh faced young Austrian cast an admiring gaze over the mostly bare Bulgarian as he set the pot down on the dresser. Greg saw this and smirked, for he agreed that Viktor Krum was a most alluring vision in just his boxers. He pulled another five Euro note from his wallet.
"Thank you," Greg handed the room service boy his tip.
"Thank you, sir," the young man paused to give Greg, who he did not fail to notice was also in only underwear, a warm smile. With one last glance at Viktor, he walked to the door to show himself out.
"Coffee smell good," Viktor gave a stretch where he lay on the bed.
"It does," Greg grabbed two mugs and poured. "And I think the boy who brought it would rather have had a good close whiff of you, than the tip I just gave him."
"Oh, yes? He like me?" Viktor smiled as he ran a hand down his torso and into the front of his boxers.
"I saw the way he looked at you," Greg put cream and sugar for them both the way they each liked it.
"Next time we order, I let him suck my dick while you fuck," Viktor teased as he leaned up on one elbow.
"I don't think so, sir. I share my magnificent Bulgarian cock," Greg stepped to the bed and pulled the front of Viktor's boxers down far enough to reveal the soft, yet still sizable snake in Viktor's hand, "with no man." Greg bent to give a wet kiss on the serpent's cowled head. Viktor smiled as his lover gave his meat a sloppy kiss.
"I no share mine either," Viktor grabbed Greg's soft, but still impressively thick cock through his boxers.
"Here," Greg rose and handed Viktor his mug as they heard the toilet flush in the bathroom. "Drink your coffee," Greg bid as he picked up and took a sip of his own. "Oh, my. This is good coffee."
"Is Julius Meinl," Viktor informed as he sipped his. "I like."
"I do too. I forgot how good it is. Small wonder Vince asked us to bring some back for him. We'll simply have to bring some back for ourselves as well," Greg nodded to himself. Helena emerged from the bathroom after another moment and climbed back up on the bed beside Viktor.
"Did you finish juice?" Viktor asked her. He knew perfectly well that the half a glass she left on the floor before they both jumped on Greg, still sat where it had been abandoned. Helena slid off the bed again and retrieved her juice which she promptly gulped down. She then wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her nightie.
"Does a proper lady wipe her mouth with her sleeve?" Greg asked gently.
"I don't have a napkin," Helena reasoned.
"We're in a hotel. You can use a small towel. You only have to ask one of us," Greg explained. Viktor downed his coffee and made a great, loud, slobbering show of wiping his face with his arm. Helena giggled and clapped.
"Two children I have," Greg shook his head. "Come now, my girl, time to brush your teeth. Then we'll get you dressed and you can watch something on telly while daddy and I take a shower, right?" Greg smiled as their daughter only nodded and walked past him into the bathroom. "There's my girl."
Ten minutes later Helena was dressed and sitting on her bed watching a children's channel. Viktor walked into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He slipped his boxers down and stepped out of them. Greg was only a moment behind, once he made sure the security latch, that Helena could not reach, was set on the room door.
"There," Greg dropped his own underwear and kicked them aside.
"Come here," Viktor took his lover in his arms. Greg realxed against the stronger body of his partner and held him as well. They each closed their eyes and just breathed in the other's comforting scent.
"I don't know what was more wonderful, drinking your cum, or waking up beside you," Greg confessed. Viktor smiled and tightened his arms around Greg.
"Play and make love with my slunchitze very wonderful, but wake up with you in my arms more meaningful to me," Viktor kissed Greg softly on his ear. "Tay obicham, my Grigor."
"I love you too, Vik, so much. It feels so good just to hold you," Greg rested his head on the stronger man's shoulder.
"For me too," Viktor tightened his arms around his lover again. They stood that way for several minutes, before Viktor stepped back. "Come," Viktor took Greg by the hand and led him into the tub. They made quick work of washing each other's close cropped hair and bodies. Both men tried to very hard to ignore the other's inevitable erection as they knew a little one would demand their attention at any second.
"Oh my God," Greg muttered to himself as he slipped his soapy fingers into Viktor's crack.
"Mmm," Viktor smiled over his shoulder as he pushed his ass back against the fingers that brushed his hole.
"I should not have done that," Greg shook his head and ran his soapy hands over the broad Bulgarian back.
"I like. And how else I get clean?" Viktor asked.
"I shan't be able to think about anything else all day," Greg stepped into the water to rinse.
Viktor took hold of his lover's hard cock, "Me too."
A little fist banged on the door. "Daddies, hurry up," came the demand muffled by the closed door, but still loud enough that they could hear it in the shower.
"How do she know?" Viktor wondered as he continued to hold his partner's soapy erection. As a test he let go of Greg, waited a beat, and took hold of the fat cock again.
"Daddies!" Helena opened the door this time to shout into the bathroom.
"Almost done, Lene. We're coming right now," Greg called out.
"Hurry up!" Helena demanded.
"How do she know?" Viktor repeated. Greg just chuckled and shook his head. Viktor rinsed as well and soon both men were out of the shower and dry with their towels cinched about their waists. Helena wandered impatiently in and out of the bathroom while they used cotton buds and put on deodorant. She made dramatic little huffs which only made the men smile at each other.
"Come help daddy pick out something to wear," Greg bid as he walked out to the suitcase. Helena was instantly transformed back into a happy little girl as this was one of her favorite things to do.
"This one is pretty. I like this one," Helena pulled out a dress shirt.
"That's for going to dinner with grandmummy, Lene," Greg put the shirt back. "What about these?" he set out two polo shirts in yellow and mint green.
"Hmm," she put a hand to her face and tilted her head as she pretened to consider. "The yellow one."
"Very nice. I think so too," Greg shook it out and pulled it on over his head.
"Will you bring me just tee shirt and shorts?" Viktor stuck his head out of the bathroom.
"Yes, my love, I will," Greg said as he dug into the duffel bags. He took Viktor's clothes and his own shorts into the bathroom and closed the door. Neither man would wear underwear this morning. Viktor pulled on his tee shirt and dropped his towel. He bent over to step into his shorts.
"Don't move!" Greg put a hand on Viktor's back. He squatted down behind Viktor and ran his hands admiringly over the round, solid globes of his lover's exceptionally hot ass. "What a thing of beauty this is," Greg leaned in to plant kisses reverently on both cheeks and in the damp crack.
Viktor looked back as best he could with a smile. "Is all yours," he took a wider stance and leaned over further.
"Don't I know it," Greg licked his lips. "May I lick your arse before we go to breakfast, good sir?" he reached between Viktor's legs to cup his lover's heavy nuts.
"Daddies!" a little fist pounded on the door again.
"How does she do that?" Greg asked this time and reluctantly let go of Viktor's balls. Viktor chuckled as he stepped into his shorts at last and pulled them up. He turned to Greg and put a hand to his partner's face.
"My arse belong to you. Is yours whenever you want it," Viktor gave Greg a soft kiss on his lips.
Greg looked down at his obscenely tented shorts. "I'm going to have the horn all day," he gave a sigh. The bathroom door opened again.
"Are you not dressed yet?" Helena demanded.
"Yes, we dressed," Viktor led the way out of the bathroom. Greg stuck his hand in his pocket to hold himself so his erection would not be too obvious as he followed. He stuck his wallet and room key card in his other pocket with his free hand as he walked to the room door.
"Are we going to breakfast or not? Stop messing about," Greg mock chastised.
"Me, stop messing about!?" Helena exclaimed. Viktor tried very hard not to laugh as they all walked out into the corridor.
Just off the lobby, and lobby lounge that was not open at this hour, was the Sun restaurant. Here is where the generous breakfast buffet awaited them. There were many Arsenal tables of four or six, sitting to their breakfast, and just as soon as the hostess led them into the dinning room to be seated, they found the Rosicky family with plates of food in their hands.
"Viktor, come," Tomas pointed to his table. He had asked for a table that would seat eight, hoping that they would run into each other. An extra booster seat awaited Helena in the chair beside Eliska.
"Thank you, Tomas. Morning, ladies, Damek," Viktor smiled.
"Morning, everyone," Greg added.
"Morning," Anezka picked up her coffee cup. "Try the coffee. Is excellent," she endorsed.
"We had a cup in our room," Greg turned to the waitress who walked up at that moment. "But I should love another. Two coffees," he gestured to Viktor. Helena climbed up into the chair beside Eliska.
"Don't get too comfortable, my girl. We have to go up to the buffet to get our breakfast," Greg instructed.
"I will go with you," Tomas had helped his daughter and had yet to get his own food. Viktor took Helena by the hand and they followed Tomas, while Greg followed them. As soon as they reached the buffet, Viktor realized that his daughter was not tall enough to see anything and picked her up.
"What does princess want for breakfast?" Viktor asked.
"Waffles!" she pointed.
"Waffles," Greg placed two little waffles on a plate. "How about some bacon?"
"Oh, yes! I lovebacon," Helena enthused. Viktor held his own plate in his free hand while Greg loaded all three plates. In no time they were back to eat with their friends. Greg made another quick trip by himself to get a plate of fresh fruit and melon that they shared.
Several tables of Gunners, coaches and staff broke up and waved or nodded as the made their way out.
"Eat up, Viktor. We have to hurry," Tomas told his teammate what he already knew.
"Where will you be, at pool?" Viktor looked to his partner.
"That sounds like fun. What do you think, Lene?" Greg asked. "Fancy a swim?"
"It's fun!" Damek spoke up.
"Yes, Daddy. Let's do!" Helena was all for that idea.
"We'll all go together," Baruska smiled.
"We will join you when we get out," Tomas nodded.
"See you at pool," Viktor paused to down the rest of his coffee. He kissed both his partner and daughter, and rose to walk with Tomas to their final morning meeting of training. The ladies, the children and Greg lingered over their breakfast and had a last cup of coffee. The kids entertained themselves with restaurant provided boxes of crayons and placemats on which they could color while the adults chatted in relative peace.
Damek was the first to grow weary of this distraction. "Teta Baruska, can we go to pool now?" he knew better than to ask his mother. Baruska looked to her older sister, who looked at her watch.
"Ano," Anezka answered. "Is almost time for seaweed wrap anyway."
"Seaweed wrap," Helena looked to her father with big eyes. Could she possibly have heard that correctly?
"Yes, Lene. It's something adults sometimes do to make our skin as lovely as yours," Greg smiled and rubbed her arm.
"It sounds yucky," Helena made a face. Damek and Eliska had no thoughts on the matter as they had heard their adults talk of things like this many times.
"Is worth it in the end," Anezka smiled. She rose and plucked her handbag from the back of her chair. Everyone moved to follow her and headed for their rooms.
"Just knock on door when you are ready," Baruska bid as they came first to the Rosicky rooms.
"Brilliant," Greg gave a nod as he and Helena continued a little further down the hall to their door.
"Where's my swimsuit, Daddy?" Helena had her shirt pulled off over her head before her father even had the door shut. "I want my swimsuit."
"Hold your little horses. Give me a whole second to find it," Greg opened the suitcase and pulled out hers, his and a new one he had purchased for Viktor. "We'll leave this for daddy," he laid it on their bed. "And here you are," Greg held it up and turned to find his daughter stark naked and very ready to get into her suit. "Come then, you shy and retiring little thing."
Helena held her father's shoulder as she started to step into her suit. "Wait! I have to go wee," she streaked into the bathroom and closed the door. This provided Greg with the perfect opportunity to slip his own suit on. He dropped his shorts and put on the print trunk that was more substantial than the speedo he would very likely have been required to wear at a public pool, but significantly smaller than anything men wore across the pond. Greg shed his polo and his daughter dashed back out of the bathroom. She quickly stepped into her one piece and Greg helped her get her arms in and the suit adjusted properly.
"There we are. What a pretty little girl I have," Greg smiled.
"Let's go!" Helena skipped to the door in her colorful bathing suit with the tutu like ruffle around her waist.
"Just a minute, little miss. We need your floaties," Greg dug into the suitcase again. "The ladies might not be ready yet anyway."
"What could possibly take them so long?" Helena demanded.
"You'd be surprised," Greg pulled out the small inflatable plastic armbands and a beach bag which he filled with snacks and a juicebox and water from the minifridge.
"Oh!" she was exasperated by yet more delays and grabbed the door handle.
"Might you need a bit of sunscreen, my girl?" Greg asked as he pulled the bottle from their toiletry bag.
"Uhh!" Helena ran back to him and presented her barely contained self. Greg sat on the bed and applied the waterproof lotion thoroughly and evenly onto his impatient daughter.
"There," Greg snapped the bottle closed and placed it in his beach bag. Helena flew back to the door and grasped the handle again.
"Here, we can't go running about barefoot. Put on your flippies," Greg dropped both of their flip flops on the floor and placed Viktor's by the bed.
"Daddy!" Helena ran back to jump into her flip flops. "Come on!" she grabbed his hand and pulled him.
"If only you could find a way to express yourself, Lene. If you don't want to go to the pool, just say so," Greg teased.
"Oh!" Helena pulled on him harder. Greg grabbed the room key and let her drag him out into the corridor. Once in the hall, Helena let go of her father to run down to the Rosicky double room and pound on the door. Damek answered it and she skipped in right past him. The polite young man held the door and waited for Greg to join them.
"Want me to do that?" Damek pointed to the deflated water wings in Greg's hand. "I blew up my sister's."
"That would be lovely, Damek. What a sweet young man you are," Greg patted his bare back as he handed them over. The seven year old wore a small speedo while his sister wore a one piece suit very similar to Helena's. They both already had a coating of sunscreen as well. Baruska emerged from the connecting room in a very revealing two piece bikini. That she was a young lady who waxed was suddenly evident. Anezka wore the big white hotel provided robe. It was the costume of choice for people heading to the spa. Damek was still blowing up Helena's floaties as they all headed out.
"Have fun. Be good for Baruska and Greg," Anezka ran a hand down the back of her son's head.
"We will, maminku," Damek assured his mother.
"Enjoy the spa," Greg bid. Anezka parted company with them in the center of the hotel to head for the Quellenoasis. The outdoor pools were a bit of a walk out the front of the hotel and around the Heiltherme building. They picked up pool towels from waiting carts and found lounge chairs that would give the adults a close view of the children as they played in the pool. It was a warm and sunny day in Styria, but there were few people at the pools yet. Greg made a pile of extra towels for the kids on the chaise on his other side.
"Can we go in, Teta?" Damek asked.
"Go ahead," Baruska gave leave. Helena and Eliska held hands and shrieked as they followed Damek. At the pool's edge they stopped. The girls ran to the nearby steps while Damek just flung himself over the edge into the water. He did not wear floaties as he had no need of them. Like a good big brother, he swam over to meet them at the steps and helped them both down into the water.
"What a good boy, Damek is," Greg commented. "Some little girl is going to be quite lucky some day. Or boy," he added with a chuckle.
"Never know," Baruska smiled. "Either way, he can only hope to be as good a father as you."
"Baruska, what an absolutely corking thing to say. You really think so?" Greg asked.
"I see how you are with Helena. Viktor is fun and, what is word, doting?" Baruska asked.
"He is doting," Greg confirmed.
"But you teach. She learn more from you, I think. You have way of explain things to her so she understand," Baruska elaborated.
"What a lovely girl you are," Greg smiled. "Really, I can't tell you what a marvelous thing that is to hear. Thank you."
"Is only truth," Baruska gave a dismissive wave.
"What about you?" Greg asked. "Your neice and nephew adore you. Think you might want some of your own someday?"
"I am sure someday. Right now I have them. I do wish I could see them, and my sister, and Tomas more often," Baruska confessed.
"It's good you could come down," Greg expressed.
"Good for my sister. Is good for me too," Baruska conceded.
"Guten morgen," A waiter in white uniform polo shirt and shorts approached them.
"Good morning," Greg greeted. "Do you speak English?"
"Ja, Englisch. Good morning. May I bring some refreshment for you und deine frau?" he asked.
"Deine frau?" Greg asked even as Baruska giggled. She got it.
"Sorry, your wife," the waiter smiled and gestured.
"Oh, my wife!" Greg looked to Baruska who tilted her head and made playful eyes at him. "Perhaps an iced tea with lemon. Something for you, Darling?" Greg asked.
"The same," she nodded agreeably.
"Two iced teas for mein frau and me," Greg smiled.
"Right away, mein herr," the waiter inclined his head and headed off to fetch their drinks from the bar. Greg looked to Baruska who giggled away.
"He must think I'm some kind of cradle snatcher. Plucked you up when you were twelve, I did. No need of an education, I told yer dad. All she needs know is how to do the wash, and the cooking and have me nippers," Greg joked away as she laughed at him. "Though, attired as you are," he looked her over, "I can see how he might have thought you're older."
"This is most fun. You will be my husband today!" Baruska laughed and clapped.
"Close as I'm ever going to get to having a wife!" Greg chuckled. "And speaking of, might there be a cute boy at home with your name on him?"
"Karel," Baruska answered. "He is big and strong and very handsome. He older than me. He just turn nineteen."
"Come, tell your husband all about him," Greg bid.
"Mein herr," the waiter returned then and set their two iced teas in large plastic cups down on the small table between their lounges. "Mein frau."
"Here we are," Greg handed the man his room key. The waiter inclined his head and walked away to prepare the room charge.
"Where were we? Ah yes, a big, strong, handsome Czech boy?" Greg smiled and took a gulp of his tea.
"Karel work in crystal factory. Father don't like him very much, but mother do. He bring her pretty things all the time," Baruska informed.
"Did you do something nice for his birthday?" Greg asked.
"I give him blow job," Baruska said matter of factly.
"You did not! You naughty girl. No wonder your father doesn't like him," Greg surmised.
"My father not know. He think we be good," Baruska stated.
"Go on, then. Tell us all about it," Greg urged.
"I only do that on special occasion. Make him come that way, I mean," Baruska clarified. "I like to do that, but I don't tell him. I have to save something for special occasion. Something other than be inside me with no condom. He can fuck me in mouth or ass with no condom, but I only let him fuck me in proper place with condom."
Greg could not help the crease that furrowed his brow. "Baruska...," Greg began and pondered how to proceed. Here beside him was a beautiful girl who was becoming a young woman. The father in him was acutely aware that a conversation exactly like this, perhaps every bit as frank, was inevitable in his future when his own daughter transitioned into womanhood.
"Herr Goyle," the waiter returned with Greg's check.
"Thank you, Jurgen," Greg read his name tag and handed the check back.
"I am always around pool, if you need anything else, Herr Goyle, Frau Goyle," Jurgen smiled.
"Danke," Greg used one of the three German words he knew.
"Bitte," Jurgen answered and walked away.
"Karel want very much to be inside me without condom," Baruska picked up where she left off, "but father kill us both if we make baby."
"That's very wise of you, but I do feel compelled to point out, that condoms do more than prevent pregnancy," Greg dispensed his fatherly advice. "Does your sister know how active you are?"
"We talk about boys. Anezka do the same thing with Tomas before they get married," Baruska informed.
"No doubt she has said the same," Greg tried to be subtle.
"She do. She say not let him near me at all without condom, but I not like that. I like have him in my mouth. Condom would be awful," Baruska shook her head.
Greg was suddenly faced with a complete and terrible quandary. He knew perfectly well how unpleasant it was to go down on a dressed cock. It defeated the whole purpose really, but the father in him, with his own precious little girl in mind who would have to make this same decision one day, wanted to scream that she shouldn't let an unwrapped dick in the same room with her, much less anyplace on or in her.
"Baruska," Greg began carefully again, "I do understand what you are saying. I wouldn't want Viktor in my mouth with a condom either, but Vik and I have been together and exclusive," he stressed the point, "for many years. We don't use a condom for anything now of course, but there was a time when we did. Do you take my meaning?" Greg asked. He wouldn't trust a nineteen year old man to not stick it in anyone who would just hold still for a moment, but he didn't want to say that. "It's something a couple works up to. You see?"
"You sound like a father," Baruska pointed out.
"I thought this particular conversation was a few years off yet. How am I doing?" Greg asked with a smile.
"You good father. I already tell you," Baruska waved a hand.
"Right. Then listen to the good father, please," Greg requested. Baruska pulled her cell out of her bag, scrolled through her photos and handed the phone to Greg. She watched as Greg's eyebrows shot up. In this picture a young man who looked all of nineteen sat on a boulder at the shore of a body of water. He wore sneakers and a grin, and was in a partial state of arousal.
"I bloody well hope this is Karel," Greg scrutinized the photo very carefully.
"That Karel," Baruska giggled.
"My, my," Greg handed the phone back to her. The young man was an absolute vision. He couldn't imagine how anyone could possibly be expected to keep their hands, or lips, off of him, but he wasn't about to say that to her either.
Baruska tucked her phone away, stretched out and closed her eyes. "Sun feel good," she sighed.
"It does," Greg agreed, secretly glad to be done with that conversation, though guilt niggled at him a bit. There was no way he would let his own daughter off that easy. Not before she swore before the Queen herself that she would still be an untouched virgin on her wedding night. Greg shook his head in an effort to clear these thoughts from his mind. "I wish we got more sun in London," he added, hoping to perpetuate their new topic lest they return to the former. "Oh, speaking of," Greg sat up and reached into his bag. "I'd best get on a bit of sunscreen myself," he produced a bottle of lower SPF than he had used on Helena. He brought a coconut oil for adult use and proceeded to apply it.
"You are very fair," Baruska observed. She would have been herself, but it was clear that she had spent a good amount of time in the sun this summer. "That smell good," she added.
"Would you like some?" Greg offered.
"I not need it yet," Baruska laid back again.
The adults just watched the little ones swim and splash and play for a while. Damek walked up the steps out of the pool and Helena squealed in pursuit. Damek slowly increased his speed to stay just out of her reach until they were both running.
"Don't let's run around the pool, please," Greg raised his fatherly voice. "That goes for all of you," he pointed. Damek slowed down and allowed Helena to catch him. She tried to tickle him until he tickled her back.
"See how good father you are?" Baruska asked. "You don't yell. You just remind them to be responsible in firm voice. Little ones forget is all."
"I should like to avoid little heads cracked open is all," Greg added. Damek took Helena's hand and together they jumped over the side into the water.
A few minutes later Damek was out of the pool again and, mindful of not running, walked quickly over to their chairs. Baruska moved her legs to the side to make room for him and he sat down on her lounge chair. Helena and Eliska were close behind.
"I'm very thirsty," Damek announced.
"Oh, of course you are. Poor boy," Greg waved to Jurgen. Damek snatched up his aunt's iced tea and took a hard pull through the straw.
"Yuk," Damek made a face. Baruska only giggled at him.
"Herr Goyle?" Jurgen asked as he approached.
"Do you have sweetened tea?" Greg asked.
"Ja, also with lemon," Jurgen confirmed.
"Three of those, please," Greg handed over his room key again. A look of puzzlement flashed quickly across the waiter's face.
"Right away, mein herr," Jurgen recovered quickly and walked away.
"Did you see that?" Greg asked with amusement.
"He wonder how I could have child so big," Baruska rubbed Damek's shoulder.
"I did snatch you up when you were twelve, barefoot and pregnant," Greg teased.
"What?" Damek did not get it.
"The waiter thinks your aunt is my wife and that you are all our children," Greg explained.
"Ha!" Damek found that very amusing.
Greg made room for both girls on his chaise and wrapped a towel around them both when a sudden breeze gave their little wet bodies a shiver. Jurgen returned presently with three sweet teas that were quickly sucked down.
"I need the loo," Helena announced promptly after finishing her tea.
"Me too!" Eliska agreed.
"Come, girls," Baruska got up.
"Perhaps we'll all go," Greg rose. Damek said nothing but walked beside him, behind the girls, all the way to the bathrooms. Greg stepped up to a urinal and pulled down the front of his bathing suit to take himself out to piss. Damek took the urinal next to him and did the same thing.
"Are you having a good time, Damek?" Greg asked the boy as they stood side by side with their dicks in hand.
"Yes, very much. I am glad you brought Helena," Damek stated. "It's like I have two little sisters when she's around."
"I think she rather fancies having you for a big brother now and then as well," Greg added. Adult man and young man finished, washed their hands, and headed back to their chairs. Damek stretched out on Baruska's chair while they waited for the girls to return. They came along presently. Baruska took her lounge as Damek got up. He led the two younger kids back to the pool.
"Thank you for that," Greg smiled.
"Is nothing. We all had to go," Baruska gave a dismissive wave.
"Well, thank you anyway. I'm not so much worried here. She could probably go by herself, but I was not about to let her out of my sight in the airport. Can I tell you what fun it was to take her into the men's room there? Men of all ages standing at the urinals, like Damek and I just were. Ghastly," Greg relayed. Baruska only gave a giggle.
"Ah, here they are," Greg noticed them first. Not more than five minutes after they were back in their chairs, Greg spotted Viktor and Tomas. They picked up towels from the cart and headed for their families.
"Oh, my," Greg could not help but admire how Viktor's snug, low rise, little square cut bathing suit looked on him. Tomas had on even less in a little bikini. The pouches of both appeared equally packed.
"Viktor as handsome as my Karel," Baruska commented quietly so that only Greg could hear as the men approached.
"You have fun?" Viktor asked with a smile as he sat down on Greg's chair. Tomas likewise, sat on the end of his sister-in-law's chair.
"You look even better in that suit than I imagined," Greg confessed.
"My slunchitze so sweet," Viktor leaned over to give his partner a gentle kiss on his lips. "When I see you leave it out I know you want me to wear it."
"Yes, well, I have excellent taste," Greg gave a sigh.
"If you like big, loud, Bulgarian," Tomas teased.
"I throw you in pool," Viktor threatened.
"How was your last meeting, then?" Greg asked. "All ready for the new season?"
"Is no good," Viktor shook his head.
"Is fine," Tomas countered. "Team is in excellent shape."
"I mean for Armand," Viktor clarified.
"Is good opportunity for him," Tomas dismissed.
"What about Armand?" Greg asked. He knew his partner and the Frenchman were close.
"He on loan to Juventis for this season," Viktor informed.
"Oh," Greg got it at once. As the partner of a Gunner, he was acutely aware of the potential for any player to be sent on loan or sold outright. The players were just chessmen on a board to people like Ivan Gazidis. "Juventis. That's in Turin. Poor Fiona. Does she know yet?"
"Armand scared to tell her. He not know if he should call her or wait until he get home," Viktor stated.
"He should wait," Greg and Baruska spoke in unison. Greg knew he wouldn't want news like that on the phone and Baruska did too. "Too right," Greg followed up with a nod to Baruska.
"It is good opportunity for him," Viktor took Greg's hand, "but he love her."
"Is not forever. He will be back," Tomas gave a shrug.
"Next year!" Greg exclaimed. He could not even begin to imagine being without Viktor from late August to damn near June. He squeezed Viktor's hand and his lover looked into his eyes. They were both thinking the same thing.
"Unless, my God," Greg thought about it. "There's no way this will be reported before he has a chance to tell her, is there? That would be a terrible way for her to find out."
"Is not supposed to be announced until team get back," Viktor informed.
"Okay, good," Greg nodded.
"Some refreshment, mein herren?" Jurgen asked as he appeared with his tray.
"Gosser," Tomas answered without hesitation.
"I not like beer in can, but I have one too," Viktor agreed. Greg handed over his room key again.
"Right away, mein herren," Jurgen nodded and walked away.
"It's not even lunch time," Greg observed.
"We not get to drink hardly this whole time. Now we on vacation, we make up for it," Viktor stated.
"Right," Greg understood. He had the time to think about absent spouses while Jurgen interrupted them, "Too bad Anezka couldn't spend the morning at the pool with us."
"No," Tomas shook his head. "Anezka have all the spa time she want. The more happy my wife during day, the more happy she make me at night."
Baruska let out a peal of laughter. "Tomas make cute little grunt when he come!" she informed. Both Viktor and Greg's eyebrows rose.
"I do not!" Tomas whirled around on her. "How you know that?!"
"I hear it three different nights now," Baruska giggled.
"Kristus!" Tomas exclaimed. "Do not tell your sister that."
"Please," she scoffed. "I know that long before I hear it!"
"Women," Tomas shook his head. "I hope we did not wake up kids."
"No, they sleep. They must be used to it," Baruska giggled further. "It where they came from!"
"You very funny girl," Tomas nodded. "Still, I glad you here," he patted her leg. "Is only way I get private time with my wife. Very hard at home. Kids always in our room."
"We can certainly relate to that," Greg squeezed Viktor's hand again. "Were it not for Baruska's services last night, I would never have gotten a few minutes with Vik. Helena was all over him," he explained. Viktor gave his lover a warm smile.
"I miss you too," Viktor leaned over to give Greg a loving kiss on his lips again.
"That all it take you, Viktor? Few minutes?" Tomas shook his head. "Like school boy."
"After month you like school boy too. You take less than minute probably," Viktor countered.
"Do you two tell secrets on each other like my wife do?" Tomas gave his sister-in-law an evil glance.
"No," Viktor stated firmly. He noticed immediately that Greg did not voice his agreement.
"Rick not only knows how much you come, but every cute face and noise you make while you do it," Greg teased. He was sure he hadn't actually told Rick all of that, or, probably not, maybe.
"He tell you about Ashok and H?" Viktor asked.
"He's still learning about Ashok and I know more about H than anyone should ever care to," Greg replied.
"Mein herren," Jurgen handed Viktor and Tomas a beer can in a coozie with the Quellenhotel logo.
"Danke," Viktor said as he received his. His German in his Bulgarian accent was one of the cutest things Greg had ever heard.
"Herr Goyle," Jurgen handed Greg the check.
"Thank you," Greg smiled as he signed the check.
"Anything else for you or Frau Goyle?" Jurgen asked.
"We're fine. Thank you," Greg handed the check back to the friendly waiter who smiled and withdrew. He then found Viktor and Tomas staring at him.
"Is something you would like to tell me?" Viktor asked with an amused smile.
"Yes," Greg chuckled. "I would like for you to meet my lovely young wife Baruska, who started bearing my young when she was only ten, evidently," he gestured. Viktor laughed deep in his chest. Tomas looked to his sister-in-law.
"He think Greg your husband and my kids yours?" Tomas asked.
"Greg might seem like good husband, but he keep me in kitchen, barefoot and pregnant since I just girl," Baruska played.
All of the adults should have been paying more attention to the children in the pool than they were. They might not have been taken quite as by surprise as they were.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Helena flew into Viktor and flug her arms around him, streaming wet. Eliska followed her friend's example and did the same to her father. Both men endured their cold, wet child because they loved them and loved the exuberant affection. Baruska had not quite the same reaction when Damek did the same to her. He half laid on his aunt and flopped his wet mop of hair down on her chest.
"Ah! Get off me, cold, wet monster!" Baruska shrieked. Damek found this very funny and laughed his ass off.
"Come here, cold, wet monster boy," Tomas put his arm around his son and pulled him close to kiss him on his temple.
"Come in the pool and play with us, Tatee!" Helena announced her grand idea. The clever little girl knew her Bulgarian father would refuse her nothing when she played the ace of calling him daddy in his native language.
"You little minx. I see right through you," Greg pointed at his daughter.
"Okay. Tatee come in pool," Viktor knew it too and did not care. He set her on her feet and rose to follow her.
"You too, Tatinek!" Eliska cried and pulled on him.
"Okay," Tomas rose as well. Damek paused to rub his wet mop of hair on Baruska's abdomen and danced away laughing as she convulsed. She swore in Czech after him, even as he leaped over the edge into the pool, still laughing.
"Shall we go sit on the edge, Darling?" Greg asked.
"You go ahead. I not go near them," Baruska leaned back and closed her eyes. Greg rose and took his tea, along with the other men's beers, to the edge of the pool with him. He sat down on the edge with his legs in the water and watched his family and friends swim and splash with each other. Both men, Bulgarian and Czech, were clearly good fathers. It filled Greg with love to see the joy and love between them as they all played together. He loved his partner and their child more than anything. It was times like this that what really mattered in life was only too obvious. It thrilled him even more to think that tomorrow they would fly to Varna to see Viktor's family. It was not an easy thing in Bulgaria to embrace with open, loving arms a homosexual union, but Viktor's whole family had done just that, from the first time they met him. They were superstitious and orthodox, but family and love came first for them. Greg noticed Viktor stop and whisper something to Helena, who covered her mouth with her hands and giggled. He saw Viktor come toward him in the chest deep water.
"Don't you splash me," Greg warned.
"I not splash you. Want beer," Viktor came to the side and picked up his can. He ran a hand lovingly up and down Greg's calf under the water as he stood between his lover's legs and guzzled his Gosser. "Thank you for bringing over," Viktor smiled and tried to suppress his burp. Tomas moved through the water to join them.
"Thank you. You good husband. I no care what your wife say," Tomas picked up his can and downed half of it.
"She just doesn't understand me, my little wifey," Greg gave a mock sad face. "Though we have so much in common," he added with a chuckle. Greg turned back to look at her and Baruska only stuck out her tongue at him. This made Greg laugh, until Viktor grabbed him around the waist with his strong arms.
"Oh!" was all the time Greg had to get anything out. He grasped Viktor's arms as the muscular Bulgarian threw him up and over his shoulder into the water. Greg went ass over elbow, but it took him only a moment to find his feet. He came up and wiped water out of his eyes, only to find his partner standing not three feet away with a big grin on his lightly goateed face. Helena squealed with laughter nearby. Greg just gaped at Viktor for a quick moment.
"I not splash you," Viktor pointed out, still with his boyish grin.
"You didn't splash me with the pool, you splashed the pool with me!" Greg wiped his face again. "You big, mean sod."
"I sorry, my Grigor," Viktor moved to take Greg in his arms.
"Daddy, that was sofunny!" Helena floated by them in her water wings.
"It was pretty funny," Viktor agreed as he held his lover.
"This is funny too!" Greg pulled down the back of Viktor's bathing suit to reveal his firm, round bubble butt. As Viktor moved his hands to the back of his suit, Greg was released and the Brit swam away as fast as he could.
"Oh, you want to play with me?" Viktor put his suit right and gave pursuit. Helena laughed as she watched one father chase the other. Damek stood beside his father and they both watched as Viktor caught up with Greg. The Brit almost got a shout out before they both went under. Greg was at a decided disadvantage as he wrestled underwater with his much stronger partner. They were deeper in the pool and it was a long moment before they broke the surface. They stood six feet apart in shoulder deep water. Both men wiped the water out of their eyes as they filled their lungs with air.
"Viktor," Greg only used his lover's full name when he was serious. A mischievous smile played at one corner of the Bulgarian's mouth. Viktor slowly raised his right hand out of the water. In it he held Greg's bathing suit. Damek burst into laughter.
"Yes, please show everyone that you have stripped me naked," Greg was less than amused. Viktor at once brought Greg's swimsuit back beneath the water.
"I like my slunchitze naked," Viktor gave a leer. "Come here."
"If you were not so adorable, I should be quite cross," Greg swam over to Viktor.
"I help you put back on," Viktor let go of the small garment to take hold of Greg's cock and balls with one hand and rub his butt with the other.
"Is this you helping me get dressed? People can see us," Greg grabbed his swimsuit and glanced around self consciously.
Viktor leaned close to whisper in Greg's ear, "I tell little ones to turn head when I sit you back on side of pool and suck you."
"You're just nearly bold enough to do that," Greg laughed. "Hold me up while I slip my suit back on," he turned his back to Viktor. The stronger man held him easily by his sides while Greg lifted his legs and pulled his bathing suit back on.
"We should go to one of those male only gay guesthouses sometime if you really want to do that," Greg then turned around and put his arms around his lover.
"I like this idea," Viktor nodded while he ran his hands up and down Greg's ribs. Greg smiled and gave Viktor a quick kiss on his lips.
"Boys," Baruska called to them, "time to meet Anezka."
"Come, kids," Tomas herded. "And big kids," he added to Viktor and Greg with an approving smile. It took only a few minutes to dry off and gather their things. Helena and Eliska wrapped themselves in fresh towels and the group set off. Greg pulled his cell from his beach bag to check for missed messages or calls.
"You are expecting call?" Viktor asked.
"Rick will be speaking to H any moment now. I'm quite sure he'll need to talk after that," Greg stated.
"Ashok comfort him," Viktor gave an assured nod.
Anezka was already seated in her spa robe, at the outdoor café overlooking another of the many pools. The children took great joy in telling her about their adventures in the water and especially how Viktor threw Greg in right over his shoulder. As lunch began to wrap up, Viktor and Tomas excused themselves again. The buses would be loading to return the team to their chartered jet that would take them back to the UK. Both men wanted to send home everything team related that they would not need on their vacations.
Viktor would send home his larger duffel bag and emptied its contents onto the bed to sort through it. Not all of this was team gear and he set aside for the big suitcase clothes he might want in Varna. Viktor picked up his jockstraps and stuffed those in the duffel. He would not need those. Of course, there was the one. Viktor pulled this one back out. It was quite worn, the pouch threadbare to the point of looking like mesh. Greg told him to throw the old rag away after he had done the laundry. Then Viktor put it on. He smiled to himself at the memory of unbridled lust that had transformed Greg's features. This one he put in the suitcase. Viktor, still in his bathing suit, put on a ribbed tank top, slung the duffel over his shoulder and headed for the lobby.
As expected, the buses were waiting and the team had gathered. Only a few were heading from here on vacation, but everyone gathered to see off those who were departing. Kieran stood with his chest against Lukasz's side under the bigger man's arm. Both men wore shorts and while Lukasz wore a tank top like Viktor, Kieran wore a muscle shirt entirely without sides. Viktor smiled when he saw how Kieran was dressed. The curve of the younger man's well developed pecs was clearly visible through the open sides of his shirt. Viktor knew how much that turned the Pole on. He added his duffel bag to the pile that was being loaded into the cargo spaces beneath the first bus and joined his friends.
"When you guys fly out?" Viktor asked.
"We fly to Berlin tomorrow," Lukasz answered.
"Why you go to Germany?" Viktor did not get it.
"Is closest big airport to my hometown," Lukasz explained.
"Kostrzyn Nad Odra," Kieran took great care to pronounce it properly.
"Perfect, Slodki," Lukasz kissed his partner on the forehead.
"Bardzo mi przyjemnie," Kieran continued to utter what he had learned in his Polish language crash course.
"What you say?" Viktor did not expect to hear Polish from the young Brit.
"Nice to meet you, basically. I think," Kieran answered.
"It is very pleasant for me to meet you," Lukasz clarified. "And what you say if someone say that to you first?"
"Nawzajem," Kieran spoke with confidence.
"Yes, perfect," Lukasz kissed the shorter man's forehead again.
"We should all have dinner tonight," Viktor shared his great idea.
"You like, Slodki?" Lukasz asked.
"That would be nice," Kieran was all for that idea. "I would like that a lot," he looked up at his lover. "I won't even sit beside you."
"Why not?" Viktor asked. He could hardly imagine them parted.
"I cannot hold my Kieran like this in my hometown," Lukasz spoke with sad resignation.
"That's gonna be the hardest part for me," Kieran looked up at Lukasz with big eyes. "To be near you but not be able to touch you is gonna be so hard," he leaned his head on Lukasz's shoulder and it melted the bigger man's heart. The Pole closed his eyes and held Kieran to him even tighter.
"I not like that either," Lukasz confessed. "Maybe we not go. Make excuse."
"No. Please, Wu? I want to see where you come from. I want to meet your family. I'll try to be strong," Kieran urged.
"If you need hug sometime, Maciej and Jarek look out for us," Lukasz assured.
"Your brothers sound like good guys. I can't wait to meet them," Kieran smiled.
"They are," Lukasz kissed his lover on the forehead again.
"Hey, guys," Tomas lugged his own big duffel bag and dropped it on the dwindling pile. He had put on a tee shirt and white shorts, through which his red bikini was clearly visible.
"There you are, Tomas," Viktor clapped his friend on the back. Theo walked slowly past them pointing a finger at Kieran and holding eye contact with his fellow Brit as he did so.
"Theo's gonna get me," Kieran giggled.
"Oh, yes. Yes I am," Theo promised.
"You try," Lukasz warned. "Come through me," he added.
"Okay. I see how it is," Theo nodded. "And you," he pointed at Jack who walked up to them.
"I love you guys," Jack gave the joined Kieran and Lukasz a quick hug.
"Be careful, Jack," Kieran bid.
"I will," Jack laughed. He lost his smile when he turned around to find Theo and Aaron standing shoulder to shoulder with their arms folded across their chests. "Uh oh. I think I'm buggered."
"I hope you enjoy the cavity search you'll get after I tell airport security that you have a bomb concealed on your person," Aaron threatened. Viktor, Tomas and Lukasz all burst out laughing.
"What is funny?" Andrey asked as he joined them.
"Aaron going to get himself arrested after he lie about bomb on plane," Viktor explained. "That good press for team."
"Viktor," Andrey put a hand on the Bulgarian's shoulder, "was so quiet and peaceful in room without you there snore at me."
"Was nice for me too without big foul Russian fart fill up whole room," Viktor jibbed back with a sweep of his arm.
"Now I have to tell Greg how much you drool over fine Russian backside," Andrey patted his butt.
"You know he see picture. He drool more than me," Viktor dismissed. "We have dinner tonight. All of us," he informed. Andrey and Tomas nodded their agreement. Viktor caught sight of Armand at that moment and walked up to the tall Frenchman and took him in his arms.
"Thank you, mon ami," Armand patted Viktor on the back. "Fiona knows I have news, but not what it is. She could hear it in my voice. I will tell her as soon as I get home."
"I very sorry for this, Armand. Call if you need," Viktor squeezed the taller man's arms and let him go.
"I will, Viktor. Merci," Armand patted a muscular shoulder.
Viktor, Lukasz, Kieran, Tomas and Andrey bid the rest of the team, coaches and staff a fond farewell and waited until the buses pulled out. Andrey would fly to Saint Petersburg and the Rosicky family would take the train home to the Czech Republic with Baruska.
"What time dinner?" Lukasz asked.
"We have kids, so not too late. Six," Tomas answered.
"Six, okay," Andrey nodded.
"I have to go get ready for balloon ride now. See you at dinner," Viktor gave his friends a wave and set off.
In their room, Viktor found Greg sitting on the bed, watching his BBC One News on the hotel satellite. Helena and both Rosicky children played in clear view, in the grass outside their room. Baruska sat out on their patio watching them. Greg still wore only his bathing suit.
"There you are. Fancy another beer?" Greg asked.
"Oh, want something to drink," Viktor knelt on the floor between Greg's legs, "but not beer." The Gunner looked up at his partner as he ran his hands up the lightly hairy thighs.
"What might I get you then, sexy footballer?" Greg smiled.
"I think I suck you off right now," Viktor ran his fingers into the top of Greg's suit.
"As smashing as that sounds, Baruska can see us," Greg took hold of the stronger man's wrists.
"That okay. I show her how to suck a man good," Viktor pulled down the front of Greg's suit with one hand, until his dark pubes were exposed, and grasped the growing bone through the thin fabric with the other.
"I rather think she knows," Greg pointed out.
"She do? How you know that?" Viktor asked.
"She blew me at the pool before you got there," Greg could not resist. In any event, it had been an absurd question.
"She did? Who I kill first, you or her?" Viktor made a face like he was actually pondering the question. "I give you kiss while I think about it," he pulled down the front of Greg's swimsuit even further and leaned forward to kiss his lover's trimmed pubes.
"Vik," Greg protested.
"Give me towel," Viktor kissed the thickened base of his partner's cock. Greg reached behind him to grab one of the towels from the pool. He held up one side while Viktor took the other. Together they made a tiny screen behind which there could be no doubt what was going on, but through which no one could actually see. Viktor pulled down the suit further, stretching it to it's limit, to free Greg's fully aroused cock.
"Mmm," Viktor gave a lick through the serpent's gaping eye. "He wants me give him kiss."
"Alright, give me a kiss, but then stop! Everyone ca-han," Greg's words caught in his throat as Viktor stretched his lips around him and Greg's every solid inch sank into his lover's mouth. "See," Greg finally squeaked out the remainder of his sentence. Viktor pressed his face into Greg's pubes, the mixed scent of his man and the pool in his nose, while he worked his tongue on his lover's sensitive cum tube.
"Hoh, my God," Greg moaned. Ever so slowly, Viktor pulled his mouth up Greg's bone, his tongue constantly in motion in exactly the right place. When Viktor finally pulled off, he did at last give the now throbbing snake a kiss on the top of it's head.
"That was some kiss," Greg enthused.
"I like to kiss my Grigor fat cock," Viktor planted a wet kiss on Greg's frenulum this time.
And then the patio door slid open. Greg quickly covered his lap with the towel while, beneath it, Viktor placed his erection back in his bathing suit.
"Oh!" Baruska caught sight of Viktor kneeling on the floor between Greg's legs with his hands working under the towel over Greg's lap. "You men need few minutes? I just get juice boxes. Kids are thirsty."
"No, no. Please," Greg gestured toward the small fridge. He was clearly mortified. Baruska could not keep the grin from her face as she retrieved the children's beverages.
"I close curtain behind me to give you some privacy," Baruska offered as she headed back to the open patio door.
"Oh, no. That's quite alright. Could you send Helena in, please? We actually need to get going now," Greg said as he sat with the towel over his slowly subsiding erection.
"Okay," Baruska smiled and stepped outside.
"Vik! She almost caught us with my stalk in your mouth!" Greg exclaimed in a horse whisper. Viktor only chuckled. Helena came skipping in as instructed. She took no notice of one father kneeling between the legs of the other. All of them changed into appropriate clothes and were at the hotel front entrance in time for the crew chief of their balloon to pick them up in his minivan. The pleasant man briefed them on what to expect as he drove them to the launch site. The hundred foot tall multi colored balloon was visible a long way off. In a field on the sloping side of the valley it waited. The crew chief drove them quite close and parked beside the chase crew's vehicle. Helena was all eyes and held both her fathers' hands as they walked up to the big basket. They were introduced to their pilot, who was the crew chief's son and bore an obvious resemblance. Viktor climbed in first. Greg handed him Helena and Viktor helped his partner in as well.
Their lines were cast off and with the dragon like roar of the burners, the balloon soon had sufficient hot air to lift them gently from the ground. The first thing they noticed was that their asent was so gentle, there was no sensation of moving or rising. It was most odd, coupled with the sight of the ground falling away beneath them. The pilot held on the burners for another few minutes and they continued to rise. Even after he stopped they rose still. Soon the panoramic view of Bad Waltersdorf and the entire valley lay below them. Orchards and vineyards were visible in the distance in neighboring valleys. The pilot pointed it out, but it was easy for them to spot their hotel. It was the only one with it's own spring fed swimming lake and so many pools. The feeling of peace and tranquility was all the more heightened by the apparent lack of wind. That was not the case, of course, as they were moving with it in their lighter than air airship. Helena stood on top of Viktor's feet and was then just tall enough to peer over the edge. He took great care to make sure she was snug between his body and the wall of the basket.
Finally they passed over the hills and into another valley. Their pilot pulled the release valve to allow hot air to escape from the balloon and they began a gentle descent. Their chase crew met them on the ground in a farmer's field. They followed and parked beside them, the young men jumping out to catch and secure the lines. The pilot's father had two glasses of champagne waiting and a glass of apple juice. For all Helena knew, she was drinking the same thing as they toasted to their magnificent ride while afternoon gave way to evening. The pilot set about the long process of deflating the balloon as the chase crew made ready to pack everything up. The crew chief left them to it and drove the passengers back to their hotel. In all they were gone not quite three hours. Greg took his daughter's hand as they walked into the hotel.
"Did you have a good time, Lene?" Greg asked.
"Daddy, that was somuch fun!" Helena enthused.
"It was, wasn't it? We have Tatee to thank," Greg stated.
"Thank you, Tatee!" Helena let go of Greg's hand and flung her arms around Viktor's waist.
"I knew my princess would like," Viktor hugged his daughter back. "We go to dinner now. You hungry?"
"Starving!" Helena declared.
"What dreadful parents we are who never feed our starving child," Greg teased.
"I'm going to tell everyone that you never feed me," Helena joined in with a giggle.
"You do that," Greg urged in an amused voice.
They were exactly on time and found the Rosicky family had only just sat down themselves. Andrey, Lukasz and Kieran came along presently and joined them at the big table for twelve. Kieran, as he promised, made a point of not sitting beside his bigger, stronger half. Lukasz sat beside Viktor. The Bulgarian felt for the other couple. He wasn't sure who looked more miserable by this unfortunate necessity, Lukasz or Kieran. The young Brit was lost without his partner, it was obvious, and clearly the Pole was equally distressed for being able to see this. It was a small taste of what awaited them in Poland and it clenched Lukasz's heart. Viktor put a hand on Lukasz's shoulder in understanding. Neither man spoke as Lukasz just patted Viktor's hand. Helena sat beside Eliska and both young ladies nattered amongst themselves. Damek sat on the other side of his sister and helped to entertain them. Lukasz put it from his mind and joined in the conversations with the other adults. He kept an eye on Kieran and was concerned when his lover left the table half way through the meal.
Kieran walked out of the Spring restaurant as if he were heading for the restrooms, but walked right past them. He wanted and needed to be alone. There was no one in the corridor that led to the rooms of the North wing and he stopped there. It upset Kieran that he was near tears. He wasn't even sure why this bothered him so much. He was not abandoned. All those people were his friends and teammates, people who cared about him and loved him. His partner was at the same table. Why did it make such a difference that he was a few seats down across the table and not right next to him? Why was that such a great gulf? All his life he had been socially inept, found it difficult to make friends. Only football brought him any joy. It was the one thing he was good at. Everything changed the day Lukasz found him. And nothing changed at all. Lukasz guided their social interaction. The strong, confident Pole took care of him. It was easy once Kieran got to know people. He knew his teammates and through them their families. But once they all went their separate ways, he would be completely lost without Lukasz, without his big, strong, loving man to look after him. Kieran wanted to go to Poland. He wanted to see the town where the man he loved grew up. He wanted to meet his family. Lukasz assured him that they would be sleeping together. His lover would hold him at night the same as he always did. Why did it fill him with such fear that he should not and could not touch Lukasz when he wanted, when he needed, while they were there? Kieran forced himself to take a deep, slow breath. It made him so angry that that he was so weak.
Kieran almost gave a start when Lukasz appeared before him. Worry was clear on the bigger man's face. Neither man spoke. They stood for a long moment only a few feet apart. Then both men moved at once. Lukasz took his lover in his arms and Kieran buried his face in the strong chest that gave him such comfort.
"I'm trying to be strong," Kieran confessed. He needed Lukasz. And for his part Lukasz needed to be needed. They were very much each other's missing half.
"I sorry, my Kieran," Lukasz held the smaller body to him. "I make Viktor switch with you."
"No," Kieran gave a sigh. "No, I'll be okay. I can do it. Just hold me for a minute, Wu," Kieran requested.
"I will," Lukasz tightened his arms around his lover. "Always I will."
After another long moment Kieran lifted his head from his partner's chest, "Okay. I can go back in now. Thank you."
"Never thank me for hold you," Lukasz put a hand to his lover's face and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. He then took Kieran by the hand and led him back to the restaurant. Kieran took another deep breath and sat back down beside Andrey. For what reason he could not quite put his finger on, he felt better and even mustered the courage to ask Andrey about Saint Petersburg.
Dinner did not go too late as the kids grew fidgety and they all had flights and trains to catch in the morning. Viktor and Greg both made a point of giving Kieran an extra tight hug as the group broke up. Back in their room Helena played with her Leapster for a while before it was time for her bath. She was perfectly content to have Greg play with her Mermaid Barbie and get her washed. At one point Greg thought he might have heard Viktor on the phone, but was not sure over the splashing and singing in the tub. He soon forgot all about it as it was shampoo time. Once she was clean and dry, she ran out of the bathroom ,still naked, and jumped on her other father.
"Oh! There is little naked girl in here!" Viktor tickled her sides and she squealed. Greg followed her out of the bathroom with her little night dress in his hands.
"Come, Lene. Let's get ready for bed," Greg urged.
"I don't want to go to bed!" she declared with finality.
"How about a movie then?" Gr
g offered.
"Yes, Daddy, let's watch a movie," Helena was all for that idea.
"You'll have to put this on first and be ready for bed," Greg negotiated. She obediently went to him and lifted her arms to slip into her night dress. "There we are," Greg tied the ribbon in a little bow at the loose neck. "So very pretty," he smiled and rubbed her shoulders. Viktor pulled down her bed and turned on the television with the remote.
"What movie you like see?" Viktor settled in amongst the pillows with her.
"Any one of the Shreks will do," she was nonchalant.
"Then we find big, green Shrek," Viktor scrolled through the on demand children's movies. "Here he is," Viktor ordered the movie and paused it. "You watch movie. Daddy and I go out on patio for few minutes."
"No! Watch it with me!" Helena demanded. "I want you too, Daddy," she held out her arms to Greg. Her British father's heart melted and all thoughts of coercing her to comply fled his mind. He did not know why Viktor wanted to go out on the patio, but he didn't care right now. Greg settled in on their daughter's other side and she was quite content snuggled between the men who loved her and were her whole world. It had been a big day for her and not ten minutes into her movie she was asleep. Viktor noticed it first and, as he still had the remote, shut off the television.
"She's out," Greg observed.
"Come," Viktor rose carefully from the bed. Greg did the same and took a moment to place her baby beside her and tuck them both in.
"You want to sit outside? Fancy a beer or something?" Greg asked.
"No. Come," Viktor repeated and took Greg's hand.
"Okay," Greg was led to the sliding glass door and outside onto the patio.