AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Sorry it takes me so long to get these posted. The work I get paid for is kicking my butt.
The FF witch hunt appears to have subsided for the time being. I will continue to post here and on AO3 for as long as I can. When/if I am forced to complete the relocation you can find me at - archiveofourown ~dot~ org. Then just do a search for Jtrue.
Special thanks to Miss Pauline for giving this a read through and making sure my Brits sound like Brits. And thank you, Sis, for keeping me going. Huge smooches to you both.
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. You by no means need to read Culture Shock, but if you haven't, some small details of what you read here might not make sense.
As ever, giant hugs to my girls Maureen and Rebecca and Kate.
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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 13: Heart to Heart
"Here we are," Viktor steered Greg by an arm around his partner's shoulders, into a small shop not a hundred feet down the Rappongi Beach boardwalk from the restaurant and lounge. The entire front was a security gate that rolled down from above making the place open air when rolled up out of the way. The sea breeze kept the little hole in the wall place cool. One side was dedicated to men's beach attire and the other to women's, with two little curtained fitting stalls in the back. Sunglasses and sunscreen on racks up front completed their inventory. Greg wore his wet bathing suit and dry tee shirt. Viktor wore only his small and snug, wet, square cut and carried their beach bag over one shoulder.
"Oh, what a cute little shop," Greg leaned closer to Viktor. "I'll just find a pair of shorts and I won't wear anything beneath them," he said quietly as he began to poke through the racks. Viktor smiled to himself and started to look through a rack of men's bathing suits.
"Slunchitze, look!" Viktor pulled out a swimsuit that was square cut and low rise like the one he had on. It was a taupe color with a wide white waistband and matching thin leg bands.
"Vik, that would look so nice on you," Greg agreed, or thought he did.
"No, for you," Viktor held the swimsuit out to his partner.
"I can't wear that," Greg dismissed.
"Would look very nice. Will you try on for me?" Viktor asked.
"I don't see what the point would be," Greg protested. He found a pair of shorts in his size and pulled them from the rack. "Do you want me to pick you out a shirt?"
"I no want shirt. Please try on for me, Grigor," Viktor requested. Greg looked to his lover. The look on Viktor's face and the tone of his voice made it impossible to refuse.
"Very well, I shall," Greg took the swimsuit and headed back to the fitting stalls. He walked into one and drew the curtain.
"Hand me wet bathing suit," Viktor bid. Almost instantly Greg's hand emerged from behind the curtain with his wet suit and Viktor took it. Viktor stood by another moment before he pulled the curtain slightly to peek inside the stall. Greg was just about ready at that point and pulled the curtain back. He zipped the shorts up and spread his arms.
"What do you think?" Greg turned all the way around. He didn't need to hold up his tee shirt as it was not long enough to obscure Viktor's view.
"They nice," Viktor nodded at the average, tan, lightweight, nylon cargo shorts. "Try on suit now," he smiled in anticipation.
"Alright. Just for you," Greg pulled the curtain closed again.
"Hand me shorts. Those have tear. I find another," Viktor instructed. Greg obediently handed Viktor out the shorts he had tried on and Viktor hung them back up while Greg slipped into the bathing suit.
"I could not possibly wear these," Greg spoke from behind the curtain when he had them on. "Though I do think you might like them," he pulled the curtain aside again and watched his lover's face light up. "I am so obvious in these," Greg stated what was obvious. His thick, resting, uncut cock and balls were clearly outlined in the thin material of the suit's pouch. Viktor's heavy manhood was every bit on display in the suit he wore.
"Oh, Slunchitze! I like!" Viktor stepped forward and gently ran his fingers over the packed pouch of Greg's swimsuit.
"I rather thought you might," Greg smiled.
"Is perfect. You must wear," Viktor gave a solemn nod.
"I can't wear this, Vik," Greg disagreed.
"Is like mine," Viktor ran his hand over his own bulge.
"You're built to wear something like that. I'm not," Greg countered.
"No," Viktor shook his head. "Look," he pointed to the front of Greg's suit. "Slunchitze, look so hot, you must wear. Wear for me," Viktor urged.
"Fancy me in a bathing suit like this," Greg shook his head with amusement.
"Da! I do!" Viktor exclaimed. "We get," Viktor turned and walked toward the front of the store.
"Vik," Greg remained in the open fitting stall while his partner walked to the front of the store. "Vik," he called more loudly as Viktor spoke with the man at the counter in Bulgarian and pointed at him. The man nodded and they exchanged more words as Greg watched Viktor take his wallet from the bag, and leva from the wallet.
"Viktor!" Greg was serious now. His partner could not possibly be doing what it looked like he was doing. The man gave Viktor change and gestured toward Greg while he did it.
"Grigor, bathing suit is paid. Come! We go," Viktor called. Then he turned to leave.
"Viktor Krum!" Greg yelled as he watched his partner walk out of the shop and around the corner out of sight. Greg stood there for a moment in his new, far too revealing swimsuit, and his tee shirt and flip flops. His other, much more appropriate swimsuit, and more importantly his wallet, walked out of the shop with Viktor in their beach bag. From Viktor's reaction, this suit looked nice on him, but he still would never have chosen to wear something like this. Greg squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and started walking. "I am going to kill that man," he said to himself as he strode out of the shop.
And there stood Viktor just outside the shop, with a big grin on his face. Greg stopped before his partner and folded his arms across his chest. The look on Greg's face made it plain that he was not pleased. Viktor however, was not deterred.
"You get me sexy swimsuit. I get you sexy swimsuit," Viktor smiled and patted Greg's hip.
"Got it all figured out, have you?" Greg was not amused.
"No be mad, Grigor. You look so sexy. I crazy for you in this swimsuit," Viktor could see this was not working and tried a different approach. "You like me look sexy for you. I like you look sexy for me. Let other boys see what mine. I proud of you, proud to be yours."
"You do know that I am going to kill you," Greg stated. "Lene shall have a single parent and I shall be a widow. You'll never make it out of Varna alive."
"No?" Viktor could not suppress his grin.
"No. I shall hang a sign outside our window, upiors welcome, one and all," Greg informed.
"You think upiors leave you, take only me?" Viktor asked.
"I'll hold you down for them!" Greg expressed with a furrowed brow.
"You look so nice. I wish you see it. Very sexy. Please no be mad. Tay obicham, my Grigor," Viktor took Greg's hand. It was a fairly brave act considering where they were.
"I don't know what makes me more angry, the fact that you manipulated me into trying this on, and leaving me with nothing but this to wear, forcing me to wear it, or the fact that I can't say no to you when you make that puppy dog face!" Greg ranted. He paused to take a deep breath. "And what's doubly worse is, you know it perfectly well."
Viktor smiled and turned back toward the restaurant where their family was waiting for them. He pulled Greg along by the hand. "I wish Miroslav see you now," Viktor thought out loud. Greg could not help but smile at that sentiment as he walked hand in hand with Viktor along the boardwalk.
Kliment had ordered beers for them. They stood frosty and cold, but beginning to sweat, at their places at the table in the open air restaurant.
"Oh, Grigor. This one much nicer," Vladimira ran a hand along the curve of the Brit's butt cheek before he sat down.
"No one make fun," Viktor warned the table in a serious voice as he took his seat beside his partner.
"I only say I like too," Svilen smiled.
"You should be with us for pink wine," Kliment shook his head.
"You keep go on about pink wine," Vladimira made a face.
"Is no thing for straight man drink. You saprug drink too," Kliment pointed a finger at his sister. "I wonder for him."
"You see my saprug last night, you no wonder," Vladimira dismissed. Greg recognized the Bulgarian word for husband.
"Where he when I need him? I text Valery. Make him come," Kliment pulled out his cell. "Is okay, Svilen?"
"Is okay," Svilen nodded. "As long as you with me," he added with a small smile. Kliment put an arm around his friend and pulled him close for a moment before he sent out his text.
"Make fun of what, Daddy?" Helena had latched onto that particular point.
"Daddy's new bathing suit, Lene," Greg answered her question.
"I like it. I think it's a pretty color," Helena passed judgment.
"Da, very pretty," Viktor smiled at Greg. "Color," he added as an afterthought.
"Mind your menu, Mr. Krum," Greg bid as he picked up his. "Oh, dear. Will someone read it to me?"
It was Viktor's turn to put his arm around the man beside him. He placed his menu between them and pulled Greg close as he set about translating.
It did not take Valery more than fifteen minutes to join them. Like his friends he wore a tank top and bikini. He pulled up a chair and quickly placed an order himself. Like Kliment and Svilen, he knew the menu and did not even need to see it.
"What time you get home?" Kliment asked.
"Who say I go home?" Valery wore a wide grin. "Blagodarya," he said to the waiter as he accepted his beer.
"Girl have change of clothes fit you?" Kliment asked.
"I home few minute before you call," Valery gave a shrug. "You?"
"Sun is up, but I no be home at noon like whore," Kliment answered.
Valery laughed at the jest. "What about you, Svilen? You find sexy girl?" he asked with a hand on his friend's back.
"Ne," Svilen shook his head. "I go home."
Valery saw Svilen cast his eyes down as he answered and immediately wondered what was bothering his friend. He decided this might not be the right time or place to enquire. "What time you come to beach?"
"This morning," Kliment answered.
"Oh! You sister at beach and you call me now?!" Valery knew perfectly well how wonderful the view must have been. "Vladimira, you need oil on you back, or anyplace else, I you man," he cocked a thumb at his chest as he puffed it out.
"See," Vladimira gave a sigh.
"See what?" Valery did not get it.
"My sister married woman. You are dog," Kliment answered.
"She very beautiful married woman. Petar lucky man," Valery took a swig of his beer.
"It no matter. If I want oil on me, I need man, no little boy," Vladimira commented. Every man at the table laughed at that.
"You think I little boy?" Valery asked with a cocky smirk.
"Ne, ne" Kliment shook his head. He knew exactly where his friend was going with that. "Spri. No go there my sister."
Valery just snickered and drank his beer. His lunch came only a moment behind theirs and everyone ate their fill. Viktor insisted on paying when the check arrived. Greg certainly didn't mind. Lunch for eight people in Varna cost less than for two in London.
The beach attendant held their big beach bed and Viktor tipped him again as they returned to it. Viktor alone was shirtless as they walked out onto the sand. In only a moment the other men joined him. The group climbed onto the bed and tossed their bags and shirts into the center.
"Svilen, put oil my back," Vladimira bid. She handed him the bottle and took off her top.
"Oh! Why Svilen get do that?!" Valery was sorely disappointed.
"Svilen special," Vladimira said simply. She felt safe with the gay men. Vladimira could have asked Greg, but that would not have bothered Valery as much. Svilen knelt beside the lone woman as she laid on her stomach. He poured oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together and applied them to her naked back.
"He no special than me! You must lay on stomach?" Valery's disappointment knew no end. Vladimira did not bother to answer him.
"Dog," Kliment commented.
"You sister beautiful woman," Valery defended. "If no you sister, you say same."
"But she is sister," Kliment stressed.
"I go in ocean, cool off," Valery slid off the bed and trudged away in the sand.
"Does he know that's not the ocean?" Greg asked.
"He just translate wrong," Viktor observed. Valery was only in the the Black Sea for fifteen minutes, but was missing for an hour and a half. He returned finally with a broad grin and a date for that evening with two girls intent on sharing him. A prospect for which he was extremely enthused.
"My goodness, he really is a dog, isn't he?" Greg commented quietly.
"So Kliment," Viktor motioned toward his brother with his chin. The younger Krum listened to his straight best friend's tale with wide eyes in a face full of wonderment.
"Oh, you share with me!" Kliment enthused.
"Ne," Valery shook head. "Both girl want me. I take care them good," he patted himself on his bare chest. "I up all night again."
"Where they?" Kliment looked around.
"There," Valery pointed. "They tourist. They Russian girl."
"Oh, Russian girl," Kliment was all for that. "Russian girl like British girl, beautiful cream white skin," he looked to his brother-in-law. "Like you, Grigor."
"Well, if they are anything like this creamy white individual, they must certainly appreciate a fine Bulgarian boy," Greg rubbed his partner's fury and rock solid thigh.
"I wish I see them first," Kliment expressed. Valery expected a similar sentiment from his other close friend. Rather than that, he noticed Svilen drop his gaze to the sand and remain quiet with a sad expression on his face. Valery's smile faded and Kliment saw it. Kliment grew concerned until Valery slid onto the big bed close beside Svilen.
"Make room, Svilen," Valery laid back and put his hands behind his head as he nudged Svilen with his hip. "You okay?"
"Da," Svilen answered in a less than enthusiastic tone as he shifted over a couple of inches closer to Kliment. The younger Krum watched over the exchange between his best friends with a careful eye, all thoughts of the hot girls gone. Valery did not press Svilen, but kept an eye on him as well.
"Daddy, I want to go in the water again!" Helena announced.
"Da!" Radka echoed the sentiment.
"Okay," Viktor slid off the bed. "Daddy take little ones back in sea."
"Yay!" Helena clapped and jumped.
"Come, miss Radka," Greg followed his partner and held out his hand to his niece. "We shall take a dip together."
"I should get go," Svilen sat up.
"Okay," Kliment moved to follow. "I go with you. You take me home," he put a hand on Svilen's shoulder and was grateful for the smile on his friend's face.
"I go also," Valery echoed.
"Thank you very much for coming out with us, boys," Greg expressed.
"Thank you for have us," Kliment smiled.
"Oh, you'll know when we've had you," Greg could not resist. Viktor alone understood that reference and chuckled to himself as he took his daughter's hand.
"Come, Princess," Viktor led Helena toward the shore.
"See you home," Kliment bid. He stuffed his and Svilen's tanks into Svilen's messenger bag, and put it on over his head, letting the strap rest across his bare chest.
"Nice see you," Valery gave a wave as he threw his tank over one shoulder and followed his friends. "Vladimira."
"Ciao," Vladimira did not bother to look up or even open her eyes.
Valery followed Kliment and Svilen onto the boardwalk and looked back to see that Vladimira was finally going to lay on her back. "Look at that! Why does your sister hate me?" he wondered in Bulgarian. Kliment and Svilen just laughed at him. In a few minutes the three shirtless men went zooming off through the streets of Varna on their two scooters. Kliment rode with Svilen and held onto him closely in an effort to express his solidarity. Now that Kliment was this close, while they were both in no more than their tiny bathing suits, was without question the highlight of Svilen's day. He had to force himself to focus on the traffic and think of other things every time he felt his cock twitch. There was no way he could hide, or even contain an erection in this garment. In the time it took to zip just the two miles inland through the old streets, they pulled up to the Krum home and parked around the corner. They found the front door closed and locked. Kliment fished his keys from Svilen's bag and let them into the empty house. He dropped Svilen's bag on a chair.
"Where's your mom?" Svilen asked. They spoke in their native tongue as they were alone.
"Probably at the neighbor's having coffee and gossiping," Kliment answered. "You guys want a beer?"
"Yes," they both answered and followed Kliment into his kitchen.
"Hey, Svilen," Valery touched his friend's arm, "what's bothering you today? You don't seem yourself." Valery watched Kliment hand them both beers and a shared look pass between his friends. "And Kliment knows what it is," he waited while they all took a swig of their beers and no one spoke. "C'mon, guys. Someone talk to me. Is Svilen okay?" he asked Kliment.
"Svilen is very okay, better than okay," Kliment assured.
"Somebody please tell me what's going on," Valery begged.
"Valery," Svilen began. "I need to tell you something and I'm scared to do it."
"Tell me what?" Valery pressed. "Svilen, tell me what?" he repeated in a softer tone. He put a reassuring hand on Svilen's shoulder.
"I hope this doesn't change anything," Svilen slowly shook his head.
"It shouldn't," Kliment stood close beside Svilen.
"Valery, you and Kliment are my brothers. I would be lost without you guys. I love you both and I owe both of you the truth," Svilen took a deep breath. Kliment put a hand on Svilen's other shoulder. Svilen gave Kliment a grateful smile and Kliment gave him a nod.
"Valery, I'm gay," Svilen revealed. He and Kliment watched emotions play across their best friend's face.
"You're gay," Valery spoke in a neutral voice, but more telling was the hand that dropped from Svilen's shoulder. "You're gay? How can you be gay?" distaste crept into his voice.
"Valery," Kliment used a warning tone.
"You knew this?" Valery looked accusingly at Kliment.
"I found out this morning," Kliment answered.
"How can you be gay?" Valery asked again. "Christ, we're naked together all the time!"
"So what if we are?" Kliment defended.
"Valery," Svilen reached for him.
"No," Valery stepped back.
"Valery, you've never had a problem with gay people! You've known my brother since we were little kids. Why are you reacting this way?" Kliment was perplexed.
"That's different, Kliment! That's," Valery stumbled for words,"that's, them. This is us!" he gestured to Svilen. "Fuck, it's like I don't even know you!"
"Of course you do!" Kliment grew angry. "He's still Svilen. This means nothing. He's our brother!"
Valery shook his head, turned, and strode straight for the front door.
"Valery!" Kliment shouted after him. Valery cleared the door and kept going. Kliment saw Svilen's eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"Svilen, I'm so sorry," Kliment took Svilen in his arms. "I could punch him in his stupid face," he held his gay best friend. Svilen did not move or make a sound as he held fast to Kliment, but the younger Krum could feel the wetness of tears on his bare shoulder. They stood alone in silence for a long moment. It did not occur to either of them that they did not hear Valery's scooter start and roar away until he came back in the front door. Kliment let Svilen go only to take up a protective stance partially in front of him as Valery appeared in the kitchen archway. None of them spoke as the seconds ticked away. Valery stared at Svilen with a blank expression. The hurt visage of Svilen and angry mask of Kliment stared back at him.
"Svilen," Valery finally broke the silence.
"Valery," Kliment warned with clenched fists, "what you do and say right now you can never take back. It's Svilen!"
"I know. I know that," Valery moved forward. Kliment stepped aside and visibly relaxed when it became clear what his straight friend was doing. Valery took Svilen in his arms and held him just as Kliment had done.
"I'm sorry, Svilen. I shouldn't have reacted like that," Valery admitted.
"I'm sorry too," Svilen expressed against Valery's shoulder.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," Valery assured. "This just, really took me by surprise I guess. I still can't believe that guys as close as we are could hide something like that."
"I know," Kliment agreed with raised eyebrows.
"How did you keep this a secret?" Valery let Svilen go and picked up his beer from where he left it on the table.
"I just did," Svilen gave a shrug and wiped his face with his hands.
"So you really prefer a guy over a girl?" Valery asked with an expectant expression. He could not imagine that.
"It's not like preferring one beer over another. I'm not attracted to girls at all, Valery," Svilen answered.
"But you've slept with girls. We've all done it together," Valery gestured.
"I did that for you two. I had to. I wasn't ready to tell you," Svilen dropped his gaze.
"Don't feel bad about that," Kliment was quick to put a hand on Svilen's shoulder. "It's us who should feel bad."
"Why should we feel bad about that?" Valery did not get it.
"Svilen should never have had to do that!" Kliment defended. "He's our brother and we should have seen. We should have known. He was afraid to tell us and that's on us, not him."
"Wow," Valery shook his head. "This is going to take some getting used to. Does your brother know?"
"He does," Kliment confirmed.
"I talked to Grigor when we were all at ID Club. He convinced me to tell Viktor," Svilen informed.
"You confided in Grigor first?" Valery asked with a furrowed brow. That bothered him and he made no attempt to hide it.
"I didn't tell him. He saw. I couldn't hide from him," Svilen admitted.
Valery slowly nodded and then another thought struck him, "Does your sister know?"
"She does," Kliment confirmed.
"No wonder she wanted you to put oil on her back. Fuck!" Valery exclaimed. "Pretty girls always choose the gay guys."
"We're no threat," Svilen gave a shrug.
"Is it weird that we're all standing around in just our swimsuits talking about this? 'Cause it feels a little weird," Valery admitted.
"It shouldn't," Kliment was stern. "This changes nothing, Valery."
"I don't know. I'm not sure how comfortable I would be naked now," Valery let his thoughts fall out of his mouth.
"Of course we would! I would. Nothing has changed," Kliment stressed.
"This is why I was afraid to tell anyone," Svilen felt badly and looked it.
"Valery, you're being an asshole!" Kliment grew more angry. He put his arm around Svilen in an attempt to give some comfort.
"I really don't mean to be. I'm sorry," Valery raised his hands. "I just feel like I owe you my honesty too."
"I want you guys to be honest. Thank you for that," Svilen expressed.
"So, does this mean you want to suck our dicks now?" Valery gave a teasing grin.
"No!" Svilen protested.
"Valery!" Kliment chastised.
"I guess it means you always did," Valery continued.
"Huh. Not yours!" Svilen stated.
"What's wrong with mine?" Valery asked.
"Valery, please. Do you want to sleep with every woman you've ever seen?!" Svilen demanded.
"Pretty much, yeah," Valery answered.
"Kliment's right. You are a dog!" Svilen insulted.
"Woof!" Valery laughed.
"My taste is a bit more discerning," Svilen started. He threw Kliment a nervous glance and stopped. Fortunately, Valery did not notice.
"Does your mom know?" Valery asked Kliment.
"She does," Kliment confirmed.
"I imagine she was cool," Valery mused.
"More than you," Kliment accused. "My mom loves you both like two extra sons anyway."
"Have you told your parents?" Valery asked Svilen.
"No," Svilen shook his head. "I don't know if I'll ever summon the courage to do that."
"Probably not a good idea while you still live at home," Valery advised. "Otherwise you'd end up having to bunk with one of us," a playful smile crept onto his lips. "I mean Kliment."
"Asshole!" Svilen punched Valery on his arm good naturedly.
They heard the commotion of the family that they had left at the beach, come through the front door.
"I should go now anyway. I have a very hot date tonight. You suckers can just be jealous. Oh, one of you, that is!" Valery thought he was funny.
"Get out of my house, you shithead," Kliment gestured toward the door. Valery laughed and walked out of the kitchen. He headed straight for Greg and put his hand on the Brit's shoulder.
"You help my friend," Valery looked into Greg's eyes.
"I sincerely hope that I did," Greg stated.
"Da, you do," Valery patted Greg's shoulder and then headed out the door.
"You tell him?" Viktor asked of Kliment and Svilen as they emerged from the kitchen.
"Da," Kliment gave the answer.
"How he be?" Viktor asked.
"No great. No very bad. Okay. I hope he be better," Kliment stated.
"I should go also," Svilen picked up his bag from where it had been left on a living room chair and put it on over his head. Kliment opened it to extract his wallet and tank.
"I do hope we see you again before we go," Greg gave the younger gay man a hug. "We meant what we said about you two coming to London next year. Do think about it. And if you need anything at all, you need only ring us up."
"Blagodarya, Grigor," Svilen smiled as the Brit let him go. Viktor did not say a word, but did not need to as he took Svilen into his arms in a crushing embrace.
"Leave the boy a rib or two, Vik," Greg instructed when he heard Svilen grunt.
"I like see you before you go. Maybe we all go ID Club again?" Svilen asked.
"Da," Viktor gave an affirming nod.
"Da, I like also," Kliment added. "I walk out you," he gestured and followed his friend out the door. "You want to come to Vladimira's house tomorrow?" Kliment switched back to Bulgarian once they were alone outside. "Bring your swimsuit again. I'm sure we'll go in the pool."
"You don't have to babysit me, Kliment," Svilen shook his head.
"I'm not babysitting you. I want you there," Kliment hooked his thumbs into the front of his bathing suit and let his hands hang there. He was not conscious of the fact that this action pulled the front of his suit down and exposed his pubes. "Viktor and Greg are supposedly going shopping, but we all know they really just want some gay boy alone time," Kliment rolled his eyes.
Svilen could not help but smile. He mounted his scooter and placed the key in the ignition. "What time should I be here?"
"Be here by nine," Kliment gave Svilen's front tire a gentle kick.
"Thank you, Kliment, for everything," Svilen expressed.
"It's nothing, Svilen, because, for me, it's nothing," Kliment put a hand on Svilen's bare shoulder. "I love Viktor, very much, but you are more like a brother to me than he is. I love you and that's all there is."
"I love you too, Kliment," Svilen smiled.
"See you tomorrow," Kliment gave his friend's shoulder a squeeze and headed back into his house as Svilen rode away.
Helena and Radka were both full of sand and were sent straight to the tub. Iskra had seen the rest of her family come home from across the street. She finished her coffee with her fellow widow neighbor and returned home. Greg had tub duty, though there was little to do as the girls entertained themselves. He checked on them occasionally from nearby in his and Viktor's room, and gave them gentle reminders of why they were in the tub.
Downstairs, the adults who had been to the beach, were still in their beach attire. Kliment took two fresh beers from the fridge, opened them and carried one to his brother.
"Oh, blagodarya," Viktor took the offered MM Varna and touched the neck of the bottle to the one in Kliment's hand before taking a healthy pull.
"Hey, Viktor, do you think we could talk for a few minutes?" Kliment asked in Bulgarian.
"Sure we can," Viktor answered his brother in same. He made no move, but was all ears.
"Can we maybe go outside and sit?" Kliment gestured toward the front screen door. It became clear to Viktor that his little brother want to talk seriously and alone.
"Let's go," Viktor led the way. Kliment followed and they each took a rattan chair. Kliment leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and took another swallow of his beer.
"What's on your mind, Kliment?" Viktor asked in a kind tone, the like of which he almost never used when addressing his brother.
"It's just," Kliment paused. He wanted to talk to the person he looked up to the most, and who would also know the most about this subject, but he didn't know the words to use. "A lot happened today."
"I would say so," Viktor raised his eyebrows. "And you handled everything really well, just in case you were wondering."
"Thanks," Kliment slowly nodded. Such an endorsement from his older brother was the greatest treasure.
"You didn't expect to find out that Svilen is gay," Viktor led.
"No, I sure didn't," Kliment admitted. "I mean, I don't care that he is. That doesn't matter to me at all. The church has a lot of crap to say, but anyone who knows gay people, knows that you're no different from us. You have loving relationships. You're partners, fathers," he gestured toward Viktor, "footballers. It's just one tiny aspect that's not quite the same. If anything, it makes me feel closer to Svilen."
"Tell me why," Viktor prodded.
"There are a lot of assholes here. It just makes me want to look out for him," Kliment looked down at his beer.
"Svilen is lucky to have you, Kliment," Viktor stated.
"I feel kinda bad though," Kliment went on.
"About what?" Viktor asked.
"Svilen crushing on me. I guess I just don't understand that part. Why me? You know? Did I do something to lead him on, make him feel that way?" Kliment questioned.
"We look a lot alike, you and me. How could any gay boy resist?" Viktor joked and wapped his brother on the arm with his knuckles.
"So this is the face of every gay boy's wet dream? Is that what you are saying?" Kliment smiled.
"Svilen has good taste is all," Viktor took a swig. "Seriously, Klim, you are a good and honest and caring man, aside from being nearly as handsome as me. It's not surprising that Svilen loves and wants you. It's nothing that you did. Don't blame yourself and don't feel bad about it."
"What should I do about it though? I don't want this to change anything between us. We've always changed clothes in front of each other. I don't want to stop doing that. It would make him feel bad, but I also don't want to encourage it. Should I just let him blow me if he wants? I don't know what the right thing is to do here," Kliment expressed.
Viktor considered a moment. "We should maybe talk to Grigor about this. He is much smarter than I am."
"He is not," Kliment countered.
"He really is," Viktor assured.
"I want to talk to you. I want my brother," Kliment stated.
"Well, I think that you shouldn't do anything. Letting him blow you, which no doubt he would love, is changing things between you. That's not friendship anymore. That seems to me something more. And that could only encourage his crush on you. If you want things to not change, then you don't change."
"Gay guys like to suck dick, huh?" Kliment asked with a smile.
"And we're good at it," Viktor assured with a cocky smirk.
"Grigor gives good head?" Kliment enquired.
"Grigor gives good everything," Viktor affirmed. "I was so, so lucky to find him."
"We're all glad that you did. You know that, right?" Kliment asked.
"I know what a loving and supportive family I have, Klim, and I am very grateful for all of you," Viktor put a hand on his brother's bare shoulder.
Kliment smiled and nodded. "Hey, can I ask you something else?"
"You can ask me anything. Just ask," Viktor took another chug of his beer.
"How did you know that you're gay?" Kliment queried.
"The same way you know that you're straight, Klim," Viktor answered.
"Okay, but, have you ever been with a girl?" Kliment continued.
"I have. A couple of times," Viktor was honest.
"You didn't like it? Are you bisexual?" Kliment went on.
"I'm not bisexual," Viktor stated.
"So you didn't like it?" Kliment pressed the point.
"I didn't like it. I'm not going to tell you that it was horrible, but it was, just, mechanical, I guess. I did it because I thought I was supposed to. I knew that I didn't have the desire or enthusiasm for it that my friends did. Then I realized that what I saw in the team locker room looked damn good to me. I realized that when I looked at naked guys, I felt the desire that my friends talked about with girls," Viktor explained. "You know what looks good to you when you see it."
"I guess that makes sense," Kliment nodded and took a swig.
"Have you ever been with a guy?" Viktor countered.
"No!" Kliment was firm. "The thought of touching another guy, or letting another guy touch me," he gave a shudder.
"What about Svilen?" Viktor asked.
"I love Svilen. If he really wanted to blow me or something, and I thought it would help, I would let him," Kliment stated. "But I wouldn't like it and I would never be able to do it back."
"I bet you would like it, but I still don't think you should do it," Viktor said and drained his bottle.
"Hmph," Kliment thought for a moment and finished his beer as well. "Viktor, how come we've never talked about this before?"
"Were you ready to talk about this before?" Viktor asked back.
"Of course I was. I'm not some dope just coming to terms with his brother being gay. I've known that you're gay since I was like, I don't know, ten. It's never mattered to me. You're my brother, my big brother. I love you and I look up to you," Kliment read the grin on Viktor's face. "And you're such an asshole! And so am I for ever admitting that to you."
"Kliment," Viktor put his hand on his brother's shoulder again, "we've never had this talk because, I guess, I didn't think we needed it. The last time I slept with a girl, and the first time I slept with a guy, I think you were seven. That's not a conversation you have with a seven year old. I was still figuring myself out then anyway. I moved to England when you were thirteen and in all the times I've been back, I never thought to sit down and have a heart to heart with you. I should have had more respect for you than that, and for that I am sorry," he squeezed his brother's shoulder.
"It means a lot to me to hear you say that, Viktor," Kliment nodded.
"And you know what else?" Viktor continued. "I'm sorry that I was not here to watch you turn into the man you are. I'm sorry that I could not have been more a part of your life. But I do want to tell you that I am very proud of the man you have become, Kliment. You are a really good man. I know I don't ever tell you, but I am proud of you," Viktor watched his brother's eyes grow wide and mouth drop open as he expressed his admiration. He even thought he saw Kliment's eyes glisten. "Come here," Viktor stood. Kliment rose from his chair into his brother's embrace.
"I love you, Kliment," Viktor held his little brother tightly.
"Thank you, Viktor. I love you too," Kliment squeezed his eyes shut as a tear escaped.
"Is that what we're doing now, stripping down to our underwear and hugging it out in the street?" Petar asked as he walked up to the house. He had found parking for the Fiat Croma up the block. The Engineer wore the snug tan pants, white shirt and now loosened tie that was his uniform. And this was very much the wrong thing to say to these two.
"That is exactly what we are doing," Viktor confirmed as he reached for Petar. Viktor pulled Petar's tie off of him.
"Time for you to join us," Kliment tugged Petar's shirt out of his pants.
"No, no, no," Petar laughed.
"Oh, yes," Viktor unbuttoned the second button on Petar's shirt.
"Okay, I'm not helping you undress another guy," Kliment raised his hands and stepped back.
"Vladimira, your brothers are stripping me!" Petar called.
"I'm not!" Kliment protested.
"Alright, knock it off," Vladimira appeared in the doorway. "I need no help ridding my husband of his clothing, thank you very much," she held open the screen door for Petar to pass and gave her brothers each a smack on the shoulder as they followed.
"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Kliment protested.
"Well, you're good for it," Vladimira stated.
Upstairs Greg had two little girls wrapped in big fluffy towels when they heard Petar come into the house with the other men.
"Tatee!" Radka threw off her towel and went running.
"Cheecho!" Helena enthusiastically followed.
"Girls!" Greg called after them. He picked up the discarded towels and followed out of the bathroom.
"Tatee!" a streaking child flew into her father's arms as he squatted down to receive her.
"Cheecho! a second blonde one joined the first.
"Such reception!" Petar laughed and kissed them both repeatedly. Helena turned then to her father who eagerly picked her up even as Radka's did the same with her. Vladimira and Kliment stood by with broad smiles. Greg came down the stairs to find two naked children wrapped around their fathers.
"Did you get away from daddy?" Viktor asked the nuzzling daughter in his arms.
"We did! Radka heard her father come home and I wanted to greet him too!" Helena informed. "But I would rather hug you," she added in a whisper. This only made Viktor kiss her more and she giggled as he did so.
"Alright, you bashful little things, let's put some clothes on, shall we?" Greg put their towels around them even as the men still held them. Viktor and Petar put them down.
"Go with cheecho," Petar bid his child.
"Anything in particular you would like her to wear?" Greg asked.
"She have one outfit left only," Vladimira knew what she had packed.
"Ah. That settles that, then. Come along, ladies," Greg herded his charges back up the stairs.
"Mmm," Petar took in the sight of his wife in only her bikini top and the wrap about her hips. He pulled her close with an arm around the small of her back. Petar ran the tip of one finger along the edge of the top, across her breast and down into her ample cleavage. "You have tan line under here, Malko Maika?" he asked. It made Viktor and Kliment smile when their sister's husband called her 'little mother'.
"Ne, Petar," Vladimira wapped her arms around her tall husband's neck and conformed her body to his. "But you should check," she added in Bulgarian.
"Oh, I intend to check very carefully," Petar informed in same.
"I only have a tan line from the bottoms I left on," Vladimira stated.
"I intend to check very carefully there as well," Petar smiled at that thought. Pressed against her husband as she was, Vladimira felt the effect that thought had on his body.
"I need to take a shower before supper. Do you need a shower after your long, hard day at work?" Vladimira asked with obvious intention.
"Oh, yes. Yes, I do," Petar nodded with conviction. His wife stepped back from him and took his hand to lead him up the stairs. Petar did not care one bit that his erection was obvious in his pants in front of his brothers-in-law. They were all sexual creatures and they all knew it.
Viktor looked to Kliment and gave a shrug. "There goes all the hot water," he too spoke in Bulgarian as the English speakers were upstairs.
"Maybe not," Kliment countered. "If we hurry, we can shower out back and get some hot water before they use it all."
"Out back? Is that thing still hooked up?" Viktor asked. He remembered the showerhead and tiny partition his father had built on the back of the house well before Vladimira or Kliment were born, for days when their father came home so dirty he didn't even want to come in the house.
"I use it all the time. In the summer that is," Kliment gestured toward the back door.
"I'll get Grigor. You don't mind showering with us?" Viktor asked.
"Not at all," Kliment shook his head. "As long as all we do is shower," he amended.
"Govnarche," Viktor put his hand on Kliment's shoulder and shoved him. Kliment laughed at this. His big brother's playful teasing took on a whole new meaning after their intimate chat.
"Grigor!" Viktor charged up the stairs.
"In here, Vik," Greg, like Viktor and Kliment, was still in his bathing suit. He was in Helena and Radka's room as the girls finished getting dressed.
"Vladimira and Petar in shower," Viktor informed as he leaned in the doorway.
"I thought I heard them," Greg commented.
"We get hot water for shower only if hurry. Come," Viktor bid and dashed across the hall to their room.
"How is that, then?" Greg asked as he followed. He shut the door behind him as Viktor dropped and stepped out of his swimsuit.
"There is shower out back. We shower with Kliment, but have to hurry," Viktor picked up their towels and wrapped his about himself.
"Oh, my," Greg pulled his tee shirt off over his head and pushed down his bathing suit as well.
"You mind shower with Kliment?" Viktor asked as he picked up their toiletry bag.
"I don't so long as he doesn't," Greg wrapped his towel around himself.
"It Kliment idea," Viktor took Greg's hand and opened the bedroom door. Kliment also emerged from his room at that moment, like them wrapped in only his towel. They could hear the water running in the bathroom and knew it was only a matter of time.
"Come. It like school!" Kliment laughed and led the way down the stairs.
"Not quite. At my school all the plumbing was indoors!" Greg stated as they descended the steps and went through into the kitchen.
"Oh! What you do?" Iskra asked as three of her sons appeared before her clad in only bath towels.
"We shower outside before hot water gone, Maika," Viktor answered. Kliment opened the back screen door and led the way out.
"Where children?" Iskra called after them.
"Upstairs, Maika," Greg gave the answer as he followed last out the door. "They're playing in their room," he added. Greg turned then and found that at the bottom of the three aged stone steps, the Krum brothers were already naked. It struck Greg in that moment how very much alike Viktor and his brother were physically, with the one exception of shaving and trimming. He quickly put that thought from his mind as he descended the steps to join them.
Just adjacent to the small back porch was a showerhead sticking out of the stone back wall of the house. A single wooden partition stood between it and the back porch, only high enough that an adult could peer over it if they wanted to. The other two sides were open to the small back yard where a few chickens wandered aimlessly. The yard was enclosed by a fairly tall stone wall which gave relative privacy from all but the windows of the houses behind and to the one side. Kliment turned on the water and as the hot water heater was much closer to this showerhead than the bathroom, they had hot water almost instantly. Kliment was first into the spray. Greg took off his towel and threw it over the partition like Viktor and Kliment had done.
"You bring shampoo?" Kliment asked as he stepped out of shower.
"Da, in there," Viktor motioned to the small toiletry case he left on the steps.
"Here, Kliment," Greg opened the bag and handed his brother-in-law the shampoo bottle.
"Blagodarya," Kliment poured some shampoo into his hand. "You careful have soap in eye and grab huia, it right one," he applied the shampoo to his head. "You know what is huia? I no know Angliysky word."
Greg knew perfectly well the Bulgarian word for dick. "You mean, like this?" Greg asked and did just that. Kliment laughed and jumped away as the Brit's hand took hold of his soft cock.
"You ask for that," Viktor stepped out of the water to make room for Greg and took the shampoo bottle from his brother. Viktor washed his hair as Greg got wet. When Greg made room for Kliment to rinse his hair, Viktor poured shampoo into his hand again and applied it to Greg's hair for him. Greg closed his eyes and made a point of taking hold of the huia that actually belonged to him, while his lover washed his hair for him.
"Da, you hold that one," Kliment instructed when he opened his eyes and saw that Greg was holding his brother's dick. "Where soap?"
"In bag," Viktor motioned with his chin. Kliment dug into the bag while Viktor moved himself and Greg into the spray. Kliment found a bar of soap within a plastic box.
"Oh, smell so nice," Kliment held it to his nose and then began to wash himself.
"English lavender," Greg informed.
"We all smell like gay boy," Kliment rubbed the bar through his armpits, over his chest and abdomen, and down to his hairy crotch. "You give lavender soap, make drink pink wine. I marry Svilen and move to Paris when you done," he teased as he soaped his cock and balls.
"I can certainly think of worse fates, mate," Greg chuckled. Kliment was not done teasing his brother-in-law.
"Wash back," Kliment handed Greg the soap and turned his back on him.
"Why of course, young man," Greg applied the bar to Kliment's back and soaped him up with both hands. He exchanged a smirk with Viktor as he rubbed ever lower. "How do you manage to get clean by yourself, I must wonder."
"He no ever clean before," Viktor commented.
"And shall I wash your arse for you?" Greg dipped the bar of soap, and his fingers, into Kliment's crack. The younger Krum laughed and jumped away again, much further this time.
"Ne, ne!" Kliment cried and when he turned around, found that his sudden leap away had caused Greg to drop the soap. All three men just stood there for a moment looking at each other and the soap lying on the stone tiles. Kliment stood well away from the shower covered in soap.
"I no pick up," Kliment pointed and shook his head.
"Let me get, Slunchitze," Viktor stepped in front of his partner and made a show of pressing his ass into Greg's crotch while he slowly bent down to pick up he soap.
"Oh, thank you, Vik. Just like that," Greg ran his soapy hands over Viktor's broad back while his lover remained bent over before him. Kliment covered his mouth and giggled at this performance. Viktor raised only slightly and handed Greg the soap over his shoulder while keeping his butt pressed onto his lover's thickening joint. Greg applied the soap over Viktor's muscular back and right down to where their bodies were pressed together.
"Stand up," Greg bid. Kliment watched in both fascination and horror as his brother stood up and reached behind himself to put his hands on the back of his partner's neck while the Brit washed the front of his body. Greg ran the bar and his soapy hands through his lover's pits and over Viktor's broad pecs. He soaped Viktor's abdomen and stopped only when his fingers encountered the trimmed pubes.
"Shall I wash your arse for you?" Greg enquired.
"Da, molya," Viktor answered as he close his eyes. Greg knew the words for 'yes, please'. He used both soapy hands to run the bar through Viktor's crack and took hold of his lover's cock and balls at the same time. "Hold this," Greg bid and handed his partner the bar of soap.
"Hmm," Viktor murmured as Greg's soapy fingers freely teased his hole and fondled his growing bone. Greg gently rolled Viktor's heavy testicles around in their loose, smooth sac and slid his fingers up the waking serpent's neck.
"Ne, ne, ne," Kliment rushed past them to get into the stream to rinse off. "Ne, ne, ne, ne," he shook his head. They had pushed the straight man past his limit. Kliment did not want to see his brother with an erection and he was only seconds away from just that.
"Come, Kliment, we're just getting started," Greg teased as he let go of Viktor.
"I just finish," Kliment rinsed off as quickly as he could. "But no let stop you. I close door. Take all time you need," Kliment grabbed the closest towel, which happened to be Greg's, and dashed up the steps. He dried off on the back porch in full view through the screen door, before wrapping the towel about himself and going through the door.
"I think we may have gone too far," Greg confessed.
"Give taste of own medicine. Good for him," Viktor concluded and set about washing Greg just as his lover had done for him. Greg closed his eyes and reached back for Viktor as he luxuriated in the loving, soapy hands that caressed him. He gave a sigh as he grew to full, fat hardness in Viktor's slippery fingers. He felt Viktor grow fully erect against his butt as the aroused Gunner stroked him. And then the water against Greg's leg ran cold.
"Oh, Viktor, hurry! The hot water's giving out!" Greg pulled them both into the stream. In the few seconds it took to rinse off, the water turned fully hot, ran completely cold. As the soap rinsed away in the rapidly cooling water, so went their erections. They shut off the water and Greg grabbed their towels, while Viktor packed their soap and shampoo away. They dried off and headed into the house with their towels wrapped about them. In the kitchen they found Iskra and Kliment, who was still also in just his towel, with a fresh beer in his hand.
"You done so fast?!" Kliment was wide eyed.
"Hot water no more, or could be out there for hour," Viktor stated as he opened the fridge to pull two out two more beers.
"Oh!" Iskra hit her older son with the towel she had in her hand. "Go put on clothes, all you!" she commanded and hit her younger son with the towel as well. Only Greg escaped, whether from being out of reach, or because she didn't want to hit him, he would never know. Viktor snickered and dashed out of the kitchen with Greg and Kliment close behind. Upstairs the water was no longer running in the bathroom, but the door was still firmly closed. Helena and Radka giggled and prattled away as they played contentedly in their room.
"You know you have my towel," Greg pointed out to Kliment as the younger Krum stood in the doorway to his bedroom. Kliment looked down at himself and pulled the towel off. He ever so casually took a swig of his beer as he stood naked in the hall and held out the towel to Greg.
"Cheeky little wanker," Greg said as he took the towel. Kliment just gave a grin with his shrug and walked into his bedroom without, as usual, closing his door. Greg did close their bedroom door behind them as Viktor dropped his towel. The Gunner fell to his knees before Greg and pulled the towel off his lover.
"I want pick up with mouth where hand leave off," Viktor informed as he cupped Greg's soft cock balls in one hand. "I want lick my sexy slunchitze all over."
"Oh, no, sir," Greg bent over and took his lover's face in his hands. "I am saving myself."
"For what?" Viktor asked with a furrowed brow.
"Have you not heard, then? Your darling sister is having the whole family over to her place for the whole day tomorrow. Everyone that is, but you and me," Greg informed. Viktor's eyes went wide. He was quickly back on his feet.
"Slunchitze!" Viktor took hold of Greg's head with both hands. "At last! I want make love with you all day!" he covered Greg's mouth with his own. Greg closed his eyes as he welcomed the invading tongue into his mouth. Viktor probed his lover's mouth as deeply as he was able and thrilled at the moan this forced from Greg. They both felt themselves grow almost painfully erect between their bodies. Greg caressed his lover's strong tongue with his and followed as it retreated back into Viktor's mouth.
"Mmm!" Viktor really liked it when Greg got aggressive with him. He allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed and Greg came right down on top of him. Greg wrapped his hands around Viktor's neck and pressed his thumbs down on the prone Gunner's adam's apple as he shoved his tongue down Viktor's throat. Viktor moaned into Greg's mouth as he lay spread eagle beneath his lover. Their cocks throbbed against each other where they were trapped between them. Greg at last broke their kiss and released his grip on Viktor's neck as he sat up. Both men panted.
"How was that?" Greg asked.
"Nice, but upior no come out in day," Viktor pointed out.
"Ah, well then, we shall pick up where we left off after nightfall," Greg moved to get off of Viktor, but the stronger man grabbed hold of his ribs to hold him in place.
"I like tongue in mouth, but now I want cock," Viktor stated.
"No, sir. You have to wait," Greg teased and planted a small kiss on the tip of Viktor's nose.
"I no wait," Viktor announced. Greg was not able to resist Viktor's superior strength as the Gunner moved him up over his body until the quivering British organ was in his face. Greg gasped as his prick was engulfed in Viktor's mouth.
"Ugh," Greg squeezed his eyes shut as Viktor gripped his ass and held him balls deep in his mouth. Viktor loved the feel of his lover's thick cock in his mouth as it stretched his lips and plugged the back of his throat.
"Hoh!" Greg whimpered as Viktor's tongue began to move against his sensitive cum tube. "My God, Vik."
Viktor moved his hands to Greg's hips and ever so slowly lifted his lover's body up to pull the fat bone out of his mouth. He licked his lips as he regarded the throbbing penis in his face. "I want you make love to me and fuck me so good, but hard to resist suck you off now," Viktor confessed.
"You certainly make it very hard for me," Greg did not intend a pun as he fell over onto his side on the bed beside Viktor.
"Hey, what you do in there?" Kliment pounded on the door with a fist. "You finish what you start?"
"We wait for you," Viktor called back. They heard Kliment's laugh as he walked away from their door.
"We probably should get dressed. Lene walked in on me earlier. She could be in any second now. I don't relish explaining just why it is we like to hold each other's pricks in our mouths," Greg stated.
"I like to hear that one," Viktor laughed and sat up. Greg leaned over, wrapped a hand around Viktor's big dick and gave a wet, lingering kiss on his lover's frenulum.
"Umm," Viktor very much enjoyed that.
"Come on," Greg patted his lover's solid thigh. They rose from the bed and dressed slowly so as to give their erections time to subside. Once in cargo shorts and tee shirts they emerged from their bedroom. The door to the bathroom was still closed. Viktor carried the beers that he had obtained when they came in from their shower back to the kitchen and finally opened them. He handed one to his grateful partner.
"Hey, how come you no pound on bathroom door, ask what they do?" Viktor asked his brother.
"I know what they do," Kliment gave a shrug.
"Oh! No more pound on door!" Iskra commanded as she worked at the stove.
"You want know so bad, no pound, come in. We show you," Viktor grinned.
"Oh, ne," Kliment held up his hands and shook his head. "I see plenty outside."
"What you do outside?" Iskra asked.
"We wash each other, Maika," Viktor answered.
"Da, they wash each other good," Kliment added. Iskra just chuckled and turned back to her work.
Dinner progressed uneventfully after Petar and Vladimira finally emerged from their hour plus sojourn in the bathroom. They both had a relaxed glow about them and were both markedly thirsty. Kliment cracked his brother-in-law a beer and watched him gulp down the whole thing with a loud belch and satisfied sigh. Kliment and Viktor just smiled at each other. Petar poured Rakia with the shopska to begin their meal. Iskra opened a big jar of cauliflower, red peppers, carrots and celery that she had pickled herself in curry, vinegar and salt. Helena did not care for this, but everyone else did. Radka, like all of the adults save Greg, had been raised on it. The tsarska turshiya was followed by the traditional bob chorba, a bean soup made with white beans, onions, tomatoes and carrots. It was all delicious, but Greg most especially raved about the pulnena chuska, baked bell peppers stuffed with lamb and rice, and served with cool yogurt. The ladies preferred a glass of red wine with their meal while the men switched back to beer.
After dinner was cleared away and cleaned up, the adults remained around the table to chat over their drinks. Petar switched to coffee after he was finished eating. He wanted to be very sure he could see his wife and child, the most important things in his world, home safely. By the time Petar and Vladimira were ready to go, both Helena and Radka were sound asleep on the living room floor amidst their expansive coloring project. Vladimira packed up her bags while her husband picked up their sleeping daughter from the floor. With promises from Vladimira to see them in the morning, she and her family were off. Iskra retired to her bedroom at that point with a kiss and an approving pat on the cheek for both her Bulgarian sons and her British one.
"One more beer?" Kliment asked when he was alone with Viktor and Greg.
"I think it might perhaps be best to turn in myself. I shall need all my strength tomorrow," Greg smiled at his lover who smiled right back.
"Oh! Finish what you start outside?" Kliment found himself very funny.
"Da," Viktor put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "When we no have neposlushen to annoy us with pound on door."
"So when have gay boy alone time, who is woman?" Kliment could not keep the smirk from his face.
"There is no woman, Kliment. I thought you understood how the gay thing works. Let me run over it briefly for you, shall I? Boys," Greg stepped beside Viktor and grabbed his partner's crotch, "have penises."
"I mean what you do them?" Kliment ignored Greg's simpleton lecture.
"I take Grigor big, fat cock in my arse, Kliment. That what you want to know?" Viktor answered. "When we get to Vladimira house tomorrow, I probably not be able sit down."
"Grigor," Kliment put a hand on the Brit's shoulder and spoke with awe, "I whole new respect you."
Greg laughed. "Goodnight, Kliment," he gave their little brother a kiss on the cheek.
"Leka nošt, Grigor," Kliment said the same in Bulgarian. Viktor took a fist full of the front of his brother's shirt and drew back his other fist. In the time it took for Kliment to gasp in fright, Viktor pulled his startled brother into a tight hug.
"Oh!" Kliment hugged Viktor back. "You scare me for second!"
Viktor just chuckled and gave his little brother a smack on his butt as he let him go.
"Ne do that! This arse no for you!" Kliment teased.
"Come on, you two," Greg got down on his hands and knees to gather the coloring books and crayons. Viktor said nothing, but scooped their daughter up in his strong arms. Greg watched Helena's little head come to rest on Viktor's shoulder. Her Bulgarian father tilted his head to rest it against hers as he turned to carry her up to bed.
"You know, it just melts my heart everytime I see them like that," Greg confessed from where he knelt on the floor.
"My brat good tatee," Kliment agreed with a nod.
"That he is, mate. You'll find none better," Greg made a single pile of books and pages. "As I have no doubt you will be too one day, Kliment."
"Da," Kliment agreed. "I think I be good tatee."
"Unless you already are," Greg slipped crayons into their slots. "You don't have any little ones hidden round out there, do you?"
"Ne," Kliment laughed. "I use condom. I no have little one till I ready," Kliment assured.
"Very responsible. Yet another reason your brother should be proud of you," Greg stood with his arms full.
"Viktor tell me proud of me today," Kliment beamed.
"Did he? I'm so glad, Kliment," Greg smiled. "I wondered what you two were talking about. He only said that you had an earnest chat that was long overdue. You are a good and kind man with a generous spirit. Even if you do quite consistently find the exact moment your brother is about to go down on me, to pound on the bloody, damn door!"
"Ho!" Kliment laughed. "I sorry, Grigor!"
"I don't think you're sorry at all, you little git," Greg teased while his brother-in-law continued to laugh. "Anyway, see you in the morning. I'll know you're up just as soon as your brother puts his mouth on me."
Kliment continued to laugh as the Brit headed up the stairs to bed. He shook his head and set about making sure the doors were all closed and locked before he turned in as well. Upstairs Greg quietly placed the coloring books and crayons in his sleeping daughter's room before he crossed the hall to the room he shared with his life partner. The bedside lamp was on, but all Greg could see was the breathtaking naked Bulgarian on the bed. Viktor lay on his back in the center of the bed with his legs spread wide and his arms up behind his head.
"Viktor Krum," Greg shut the door behind him, "how am I ever going to get any sleep tonight?"
Viktor smiled as he watched Greg run a hand down over the expanding crotch of his shorts. "Come to bed, Slunchitze. I waiting for you," Viktor ran one hand slowly down over his chest and abdomen. He bypassed his own bloating cock and ran his hand down onto his thigh.
"Oh yes, my beautiful Viktor. There is no place I would rather be," Greg yanked off his clothes and left them lay where they fell.
"I want my beautiful Grigor," Viktor countered. Greg climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees between Viktor's wide spread legs. The ever expanding Bulgarian snake lay over Viktor's hip.
"You think I'm beautiful," Greg closed his eyes as he ever so lightly ran the tip of his nose across the base of his lover's cock where Viktor's scrotum began. Greg opened his eyes and licked his lips as he watched the luscious head of Viktor's penis emerge from it's cowl. Greg was near crazed with lust as he looked up at Viktor. He moved up the bed and knelt by his lover's head.
"Oh, da!" Viktor was more than a little enthused when Greg took hold of his thick crank. Viktor opened his mouth wide in anticipation of the cock he craved.
"No," Greg shook his head. He put his free hand on Viktor's forehead to hold him still.
"I want," Viktor stuck out his tongue toward the prize his lover presented, but held just out of reach. Greg used his hands to hold his cock steady and Viktor's head in place on the pillow, as he moved his hips just slightly forward. He very carefully brushed his frenulum over the tip of Viktor's outstretched tongue.
"Mmm," Greg let it be known how good that felt. "Close your mouth," he instructed. Viktor did as he was commanded and closed his eyes as Greg proceeded to rub the thick, hard bone over his face. Greg ran the head of his cock over Viktor's nose and carefully traced the light goatee around his lover's mouth. Viktor opened his eyes and looked up at Greg as the Brit drew the fat dick across his lips. Greg watched Viktor's lips slowly part as he continued to rub his hard penis over his lover's face. Viktor could not help himself as he snaked his tongue out to bring it into contact with the most perfect cock he had ever known.
"Ugh," Greg felt more than saw Viktor's tongue touch him as he continued to rub his hardness over his lover's face and mouth. Greg gave himself a stroke and saw the string of precum that he painted from Viktor's upper lip to his chin.
"Umm!" Viktor tasted the sweet syrup as the head of Greg's joint moved across his tongue. He could stand it no longer. Viktor took hold of Greg's wrist and removed the restraining hand from his forehead. He lifted his head and closed his lips around the big head of Greg's cock.
"Hoh," Greg gave himself another stroke into Viktor's mouth as his lover suckled the head of his prick. Greg closed his eyes to enjoy this sensation for a moment and then pulled himself away by sitting back on the bed.
"Grigor, I want suck you so bad," Viktor confessed as he leaned up on his elbows.
"Slide down on the bed. Let your knees hang over the edge," Greg instructed. Viktor was quick to comply for there could only be one reason Greg would tell him to do that. He looked expectantly to his lover and watched as the pale Brit moved to straddle him on all fours. The cock he so desperately needed to suck hung in his face. Greg looked down on his impressive Bulgarian footballer. The prone man was so hard his bone would not even lay on the rippled and furry abdomen, but quivered above. The big Bulgarian eggs lay heavy in their loose, smooth sac between Viktor's legs. Greg took hold of the impressive weapon and held it up. He gently ran his tongue through Viktor's wet slit.
"Hmm," Viktor lay beneath Greg awaiting his lover's pleasure. There was only one thing he liked more than when Greg sucked him off and fucked his face at the same time, and they would get to that tomorrow. "Suck me, Grigor. Take all me," Viktor begged. And Greg did. He took Viktor's cock deep in his mouth. Viktor's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself sink down Greg's throat. The great moan he had no ability to stifle, Greg did by plunging his thick cock down into Viktor's mouth. Greg took the big Bulgarian snake down his throat until his nose met scrotum. He let his pelvis rest against Viktor's face with his fat bone buried in his lover's face. Greg let his body just relax atop Viktor. Viktor did not relax. His entire body flexed, he was so powerfully aroused. He brought his hands to the pale British butt above him and massaged Greg's glutes. Viktor could not breathe anyway with the head of the thick British pole plugging the back of his throat, but he loved the way Greg's full, shaved sac lay across his nose. Greg was also well beyond the ability to get air with Viktor's big dick lodged down his throat. Both men's joints flexed and leaked into the other's throat. Neither man wanted to let the other go, even as they grew lightheaded. But suff
ocate the man he loved with his cock was not Greg's plan. Viktor felt Greg's thigh muscles tense as he prepared to lift himself. He felt Greg's lips begin to slip up his length. Viktor reacted quickly. He wrapped a strong arm around the small of Greg's back and with his other hand pushed down on the back of Greg's head to hold his lover firmly in place. Greg had not the chance to lift himself, or pull up enough on the big dick to catch a quick breath through his nose, when Viktor held him and shoved his mouth back down to trimmed pubes. Both men's nuts pulled up toward the base of their cocks. Greg loved it, even as his lungs burned for oxygen. They were both dizzy when Greg felt Viktor's tight hold on his lower back and the back of his head loosen. Greg pulled his mouth up Viktor's crank even as he lifted his own thick joint up out of his lover's mouth. Greg let himself fall over onto his back on the bed beside Viktor, tip to toe. Both men gasped for air for a long moment.
"I like you choke me with fat cock, Slunchitze," Viktor put a hand to Greg's abdomen and let his fingers draw light circles as he caught his breath.
"I am in heaven with your beautiful cock down my throat, Vik," Greg answered.
"Let's do again," Viktor patted Greg's tummy. "I want come like that. You swallow around me, I come."
"Oh, no. It was not my intention to play tonight, though my bollocks are quite blue. What I want is to make love to you over and over tomorrow and I shall need every ounce of stamina I can muster to do so," Greg outlined. Viktor considered for a brief moment. He very much wanted what Greg proposed, but they had been apart for so long and so far had only one opportunity to do anything about that. Viktor decided that he would wait not one more second. He rolled toward Greg and took hold of his partner's ribs with a firm grip.
"What...?" Greg started to ask as the much stronger man lifted him. "Oh!" he was not expecting it as Viktor lifted him back in place over Viktor's body.
"No wait. Need cum now," Viktor held Greg in place over him as he captured his lover's leaking cock with his lips again. He moved his hands to Greg's hips and forced the Brit's body down to his face and spike down into his throat.
"Vik!" Greg protested. "I can't take much of that," he warned. Viktor lowered his hands to take hold of his hardness and the back of Greg's head. Greg got it as he opened his mouth and was forced down on the big Bulgarian pole. Viktor held him in place as the rock hard weapon flexed in his throat. Greg took a gentle massaging hold of his partner's heavy stones.
Viktor's eyes would have crossed were they not closed. His entire body flexed with his cock and he swallowed around Greg's post. Greg would have moaned if he could have made a sound. Both men needed this. Viktor held the back of Greg's head and moved his other hand to Greg's rump to encourage him to thrust into his mouth. Greg's intention had been to wait, but his partner had well convinced him not to. He began to give short, deep little thrusts in Viktor's mouth, never quite pulling up enough for Viktor to get any air. And that was just how Viktor wanted it. He held Greg's head in place and with only the little movement his hips could give him, moved his own bone in Greg's throat. Both men's balls climbed quickly into firing position. They were as crazed and horned up teenagers in their need for release.
Greg was the top in their relationship and he was on top of his partner's strong, muscular body now, but he was very much not in control of their sex. The big, Bulgarian bone flexed in this throat as Viktor held him impaled on it. Viktor clutched his stretched lips to the base of Greg's fat post as both men began to tremble. Greg could feel his lover's strong body flex as his own muscles strained. Viktor kept one hand on the back of Greg's head and the other on the small of Greg's back, lest his partner try to stop their lovemaking again. Neither man could breathe as Viktor held them both impaled on each other's throbbing cocks. In this way they both could manage only a little movement, but it was more than enough as they writhed their way to orgasm. Greg's eyes were open and rolled back in his head as he was propelled over the edge.
Viktor choked as semen flooded his throat. He couldn't breathe anyway and didn't want to. He only wanted to drink his lover's cum. Viktor pushed down harder on Greg's head as he lost it himself. Greg was unable to even taste Viktor as the big gun pulsed and unloaded down his throat. Neither man was able to hold his body still through his orgasm. Both men convulsed as their seed blasted down the other's throat. Both wanted to scream in his ecstasy, but neither could and that had been Viktor's plan. He did not want to wake their family.
The house, street and neighborhood were quiet. No one, even in the adjoining rooms or across the hall, would guess that Greg and Viktor were drinking each other's jizz and light headed in doing so. Greg's lungs burned for oxygen, but he didn't care. Their bodies cease to quake as their orgasms waned and Viktor released his hold on Greg's head and back. Greg drew his mouth up the big Bulgarian bone, not so much in a need for air as he wanted to suck Viktor's cock while his spunk still flowed. He lifted his hips to give Viktor the chance to breathe, but kept his still hard joint partially in Viktor's mouth.
"Mmm," Viktor contentedly drew his tongue through Greg's still oozing slit and enjoyed the taste of his lover all the more. Greg wrapped a hand around Viktor's shaft and used both his hand and mouth to milk Viktor of every precious drop of Bulgarian cream the Gunner had to give.
Greg finally pulled his mouth off of Viktor once again and lifted his own cock out of Viktor's mouth. He allowed himself to fall over onto his back beside Viktor again, but this time started coughing. Viktor had to clear his throat as well, but his throat was not as clogged as Greg's was.
"Slunchitze, I sorry," Viktor leaned up on his elbow and rubbed Greg's thigh.
"Heavens," Greg spoke through his coughs, "don't be. That was bloody marvelous."
"I choke you with my cum," Viktor stated the obvious.
"Bloody marvelous it was," Greg repeated.
"I told you I want come like that," Viktor smiled and let himself drop back down to the mattress. "Love come like that."
"Well, I do too. You know I do, but tomorrow...," Greg began.
"Tomorrow, you come in arse," Viktor stated with authority.
"Yes, please," Greg smiled.
"No please, do," Viktor dictated with a pat on Greg's hip. He slid up on he bed and rolled onto his side away from Greg. Viktor looked back when Greg did not move.
"Come, Slunchitze," Viktor bid and patted Greg's leg. With a sigh Greg forced his muscles to obey and sat up. He moved around to spoon his lover. Viktor closed his eyes and gave a soft moan as Greg's cock and balls nestled into the crack of his round ass. He took Greg's right hand and brought it to his chest.
"Mmm," Greg closed his eyes as he nuzzled into the back of Viktor's neck. Both men were soon in a deep, sated sleep.