Three days later
They locked the door this time. Their room was bathed in gold from the afternoon sun.
"I want to see all of you," Thomas whispered into Peter's ear when they came back from practicing with Arvid and his band.
"Same here." Peter's voice sounded hoarse. He wasn't sure whether from all the singing or from the excitement of what they were about to do.
No one was at home; they'd have the apartment to themselves the whole afternoon and evening.
They planned on making love without anybody interrupting them, without having to be quiet.
In the background, on the gramophone Arvid had given them, came the sound of a long easy melody form one of their favourite Swing records.
They lay on their sides on the bed, facing each other. Thomas traced a line over Peter's lips with his forefinger. Peter had to close his eyes because the gentle touch gave him goose flesh and got right down to his crotch. He smiled and sighed contently.
"You're beautiful," Thomas whispered and touched his lips to Peter's in a chaste like kiss. Peter snapped his eyes open, staring in the amber ones that were right above his. "Beautiful?" He asked doubtfully, caressing Thomas' full lips with his thumb. "You're beautiful, Thomas." They kissed and stroked each other tenderly for several minutes. They were in no hurry this time and everything was warm and comfortable.
Thomas however, couldn't shake the image of his lover in deep discomfort and pain the other night, when he collapsed in Arvid's hotel room. "I'm so sorry." He repeated the words he'd said so often yet again.
Peter shook his head, knowing what Thomas was thinking and laid his index finger across Thomas' lips, "Shhhh, don't talk about it. You promised."
Thomas nodded and rolled Peter onto his back, bending over him, feeling Peter's hands in his hair, on his shoulder blades. "I want to make you feel so good," Thomas licked the corner of Peter's mouth playfully. "You already do, Swing boy." Peter replied, moving his head upwards and mirroring Thomas' half kiss.
Peter thought for a moment; just moving his hands slowly over Thomas' smooth skin. They stared into each others eyes, not breaking the contact. Peter felt Thomas' erection growing against his thigh, appreciating his own tingling balls.
This was going to be extraordinary overwhelming.
"You told me you survived by thinking of me." Peter barely got the words out. "I survived by imagining you dance," he swallowed, "and smile at me."
"God, you don't know how much I love you." Thomas started to move his lips and tongue across Peter's warm flesh. First over his chin, ever so slowly down his throat, his Adam's apple, murmuring, "Don't move." ...
Two weeks later
"So you're really going to sing tonight?" Willi's voice was full of youthful excitement.
They all were on the way to the Cafe Bismarck. They had even invited their mother, who walked between Thomas and Peter, her hands slung in the crocks of their arms left and right.
"Well, we'll try," Thomas said somewhat shyly. He had a heavy lump in his throat and didn't know if he was able to bring even one note out.
"You'll manage!" Frau Mueller said encouragingly. "I like it most when you sing 'Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen' and the 'Serenade in Blue'." She looked dreamily ahead, lost in memories.
They walked in silence for a while. Willi hummed another famous song.
When they were about to round the corner to the Caf , Frau Mueller stopped and turned Thomas and Peter, so she was able to look at them. "Please, boys, you must promise me something." She swallowed nervously. Both young men fixed their eyes on her curiously. "Well...please don't, you know..." She just couldn't say it and cast her eyes to the sidewalk.
Peter and Thomas looked at each other meaningfully, both realizing what she wanted from them. Peter chuckled and pecked her on the cheek, "No fear Mama, we won't kiss each other on stage. Promise."
The reason why Frau Mueller made this particular request was that both always ended up kissing passionately in her kitchen, when they practiced the songs she mentioned before. They sang it with so much emotion; it was really hard to hold back tears.
"Promise." Thomas held his hand up as though to make a vow.
"Good," Frau Mueller said with relief, and together they walked towards a new joyful experience.
Ever so slowly the demons of the war got buried. ----TBC----- The chapter is so short because I have taken out the graphic stuff. If you are an adult and want to read the full version, please go here: .