"Oh shit, I slept twelve hours?" Sören groaned as he looked at the clock through bleary eyes, then at Nicholas, standing over him in a robe. "I'm so sorry -"
"I told you to rest, did I not? You were a good pet and did as you were told." Nicholas chuckled. "Clearly, you must have needed the sleep."
"God." Sören rubbed his face and sat up. "I am exhausted constantly."
"I imagine so. Well, this weekend is for you as much as it is for me. What would you like for breakfast?"
"You," Sören leered.
Nicholas laughed again. "You need actual food to fuel all that fire, my dear." He tousled Sören's curls. "Omelette, perhaps?"
"Oh, that sounds lovely."
Nicholas brought him breakfast in bed - a perfectly light, fluffy omelette with cheese and leftover peppers, onions and mushrooms from the skewers last night, and there was melon to go with it. Sören giggled when Nicholas fed him forkfuls of omelette and spoonfuls of melon, smiling and petting him indulgently.
After breakfast Sören sniffed his armpit and made a face. "I need a shower, after all the sex and all the sleep." He shook his head. "I still can't believe I slept twelve fucking hours..."
Sören expected to shower alone, but once he'd been in the shower for a few minutes, lathering, Nicholas joined him. They sensually lathered each other and kissed under the spray as they rinsed off, hard cocks rubbing together.
When Nicholas took him back to bed, they spent awhile just kissing, looking into each other's eyes, and Sören asked one of the things he'd been curious about but had not felt bold enough to ask. "Why are you still single?" He crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip. "Because you shouldn't be."
"I thought you said to me on the phone you're not looking for a relationship with this," Nicholas said, tracing Sören's lips with his finger.
"I did say that, yes. But..." Sören hated that he was starting to reconsider that stance. He didn't want to fall for someone again... and after the night of passion they shared, Sören was dangerously close to falling.
Nicholas nodded. "I used to be a Roman Catholic priest. I resigned after a decade because I was uncomfortable with the abuse they were covering up... the hypocrisy... especially with regards to people of my persuasion. When I went back to a secular life, it was just in time for the AIDS crisis, so I was forced to live like a priest all over again. Eventually the threat of death lessened and I was able to pursue my appetites with other men. But there is a difference between finding a partner for sex and finding a partner for love."
"Já, I think I get that." Sören sighed.
"You do and you don't. You may be a surgeon, but your life is not a cold, sterile operating room. Your heart is a forge. It needs fire. Like the kind of fire you showed me last night, and will show me again shortly. I'm used to being alone, I've been alone for a long time... lovers like passing ships in the night. But you are not. I am like ice, you are like fire. You say you didn't sign up for the charity auction to find a partner, but it was a step in that direction. And... I saw your soul in those paintings. I was captivated. You... thawed me." Nicholas's lips quirked. "You might have burned my ships and ruined me for other men."
Sören was both amused and slightly distressed by that wording - not because it sounded too good to be true, but even though he'd known Nicholas very briefly it felt like they'd known each other forever, somehow. It felt like they were meant to meet each other, and that unnerved him. "You talk too much," Sören teased.
Nicholas put the collar around Sören's neck and clipped the leash through, and pulled Sören towards him on the leash, into his arms. For a few moments Nicholas just held Sören on his lap, petting him, as Sören snuggled, comforted by being held, the best feeling in the world.
"That's a good boy," Nicholas said softly.
Without thinking, the word slipped out. "Daddy..." Sören was mortified, hoping Nicholas wouldn't think he was some sort of incestuous pervert.
But Nicholas just smiled indulgently. "That's right. You're Daddy's good boy, and Daddy is going to take care of you."
Nicholas kissed him, and Sören melted into the kiss. One kiss became another, and another, and soon Sören was laying back against the pillows and Nicholas was kissing him all over, making him moan and writhe, sensitized flesh thrilling to Nicholas's tender loving care.
Their eyes locked as Nicholas took Sören's cock into his mouth. As he began to suck slowly, Sören bucked and cried out, clutching Nicholas's head. "Daddy," Sören panted. "Oh god, Daddy..."
"Mmmmmmmmm." Nicholas pulled Sören's cock out and gave it a few licks. "As you know, Daddy takes care of his good boy."
"Oh, fuck." Sören shuddered and gave an urgent little whine.
Nicholas continued sucking Sören's cock, slowly, teasingly, getting Sören closer and closer to that edge but just out of reach, taking his sweet time watching Sören fall apart. Sören loved it, whimpering, begging, losing himself in pleasure. What Nicholas was doing to his cock didn't just feel incredible, but the look of lust, the look of want in those dark chocolate eyes was one of the sexiest things in the world to Sören.
Even sexier was that silver chest hair when Nicholas came up to kiss Sören, before Sören could come in his mouth. Sören wanted to return the favor and worship his lover, pushing Nicholas onto his back and kissing, caressing everywhere he could reach, going down Nicholas's body then back up, paying special attention to Nicholas's sensitive nipples and the delicious pelt. "Fuck, I want you," Sören growled. "You're so sexy, Daddy."
"Mmmmm, I have such a talented boy." Nicholas pet him. Sören rubbed his nose in the chest hair and then Nicholas closed his eyes and shuddered as Sören licked it some more. "Such a good boy."
Every time Nicholas called him a good boy, it went straight to his cock. Sören whimpered as he rubbed his hard cock against Nicholas's thigh. "Please, Daddy, I want it in me so bad."
"What do you want in you, darling?" Nicholas had a smug little smile on his face - he knew perfectly damn well what.
"Daddy's cock."
Nicholas groaned - now Sören smiled at the way Nicholas's hard cock leapt - and he pulled Sören up with the leash, then rolled Sören back onto his back. "I suppose," Nicholas said with an eyeroll, but then he smiled, his eyes teasing. Sören loved the way they crinkled at the corners when he was amused, and he reached up to touch Nicholas's face, smiling back.
They kissed as Nicholas readied them both, and then Nicholas was inside him. Once Nicholas bottomed out, he tugged on the leash and pulled Sören into another kiss. When the kiss broke, they rubbed noses, and Nicholas looked into Sören's eyes with such love it made Sören's breath catch. "You feel so good, sweetheart." Nicholas began to thrust, slowly, and he groaned. Sören moaned too, loving the slow, teasing rubbing inside him. "Oh, sweet boy." Nicholas kissed him again. "So very good."
"Oh, Daddy." Sören shivered, and bit his lip, moaning. "You have such a nice cock, Daddy. It's so big."
"Mmmmmmm." Nicholas kissed the tip of Sören's nose and then he gave Sören a wicked look. Nicholas nibbled on the sweet spot where Sören's neck and shoulder met, thrusting just a little faster. He licked where his teeth had been. "Are you Daddy's little slut?"
"Oh god." Sören whimpered, raking Nicholas's back, rocking his hips back at Nicholas, urging him on faster. "Oh god, Daddy. Daddy, fuck me..."
"Mmmmmm, that's a good boy." Nicholas nibbled on Sören's shoulder and tugged the leash. "Daddy's good boy -"
"Fuck!" Sören's nails raked Nicholas's back again. He whined, almost sobbed, completely overcome by lust at the way Nicholas was being possessive like this.
"Daddy's boy." Nicholas kissed him, fiercely.
Sören whimpered into the kiss and Nicholas groaned, thrusting harder. Soon, Nicholas was pounding him into the mattress, playing with the leash, a feral look in his eyes that drove Sören mad with frantic, white-hot need. "Daddy's boy." Nicholas started kissing Sören's neck again, a thumb straying to play with Sören's hard nipple. "Daddy loves your beautiful, delicious body -"
"Oh, fuck, Daddy, more..." Sören whimpered and scratched down Nicholas's back again, hips bucking, matching Nicholas's rhythm, Nicholas's cock stroking him just right, Nicholas's words in that deep, velvet voice threatening to undo him any second, but he wanted to stay lost in this moment of belonging, being owned, claimed. "More, Daddy, more..."
Nicholas shuddered and groaned before his mouth latched onto the nipple he was playing with. Nicholas slammed into him and Sören grabbed Nicholas's head, the sight of Nicholas hungrily suckling his nipple sending him right to that edge and locking him there. "More, Daddy, more! More, give me more, oh god, more, I need more, I need more, Daddy, more..."
Nicholas groaned. He took a few licks at Sören's nipple before suckling again, then turned to feast at the other one, moaning as he sucked, making Sören pant and moan. Sören whimpered just before Nicholas kissed him, and Nicholas's hand reached between them, stroking Sören's precum-slick cock. "More," Sören begged. "More, Daddy, give me more, give me more, I need more, more..."
"That's right, sweetheart," Nicholas rasped, kissing Sören's throat. "Daddy's boy..."
"Daddy! Daddy! Pabbi..." Sören shuddered, and he looked into Nicholas's eyes, giving a desperate little whimper as he felt himself rush to that point of no return. "Pabbi. Pabbi. Daddy. Don't stop, Daddy, I'm so close, don't stop..."
"Does my boy need to come, hm?" Nicholas gave him an amused look before kissing him again, hand speeding up on Sören's cock. "Mmmmm, Daddy wants to make his good boy feel so good -"
"DADDY!" Sören lost control, shooting, a high-pitched noise turning into a deep growl as he shook with the pleasure throbbing through him.
Two thrusts later Nicholas's eyes widened and he gasped. "Good boy." Nicholas trembled, and Sören moaned at the feel of hot seed spilling into him. "Good boy. Good boy..."
Tears came to Sören's eyes - good tears. Nicholas tugged on the leash as they kissed deeply, and they sighed together as their orgasm continued to pulse, euphoria after the sorrow. In moments like this, Sören could believe everything would be OK, somehow.
Sören passed out once more after sex. Nicholas woke him up for dinner, a Spanish-style chicken and rice dish that Sören profusely complimented.
After dinner there was strawberries and whipped cream again, but this time Nicholas took it into the bedroom, the two eating strawberries and whipped cream off each other's naked bodies, which turned into Sören laying on his back as Nicholas sucked him to climax, and then Sören returning the favor, sucking Nicholas's cock until Nicholas flooded his mouth. Sören dozed off again and woke in the middle of the night to Nicholas spooning him, and asked Nicholas to take him just like that. With Nicholas's arms around him, Nicholas's chest against his back, thrusting slowly until the very end with a fast, hard finish, Sören came again and fell back into sleep.
Sören slept in again, waking late on Sunday morning. After crepes for breakfast, Sören joined Nicholas in the tub, drinking champagne. They cuddled together in the heat and bubbles and when Sören had prune skin and he was thinking about getting out but didn't want to just yet, he said, "Thank you for this entire weekend."
"The pleasure has been mine." Nicholas took a deep breath. "Would you like to continue past this weekend?"
Sören hesitated - he was terrified of getting too attached and getting hurt again - but he also couldn't deny the sex had been wonderful, and what little glimpses he'd gotten of Nicholas the person, he admired. So he nodded.
Nicholas cocked his head to one side. "You're not just saying that to be polite, are you?"
"No," Sören said, and gave a nervous little laugh. "I told you, I was in an engagement. It ended."
"Yes, I'd got that. And it's been over a year?"
Sören groaned. He knew he wasn't going to get out of this unless he said flat-out he wasn't talking about it, and he hadn't talked about it to anyone. It was time for some free therapy. "He cheated."
"Oh." Nicholas's eyebrows went up. "That's... surprising. I can't imagine anyone with you would feel the need to cheat, as hungry as you are, they can have all they want."
"Well..." Sören gave a bitter laugh. "I was working a hundred hours a week to pick up the slack for one of the neurosurgeons that died. I was microsleeping and missing stops on the Tube, blanking out during conversations. I had a short fuse where every little thing was getting on my last nerve, my husband-to-be had asshole friends and I stopped wanting to go out and socialize with them, I withdrew into my art when I wasn't sleeping because it was keeping me sane. I tried to give what I could, but it wasn't enough, and he ended up getting a Grindr account behind my back and I came home to him fucking another guy. And I blew up at him, and he reacted, and..."
"I see." Nicholas frowned. "Forgive me for saying this, but I don't understand serial monogamy."
"To be honest, I don't really get monogamy either. I wondered a few times over the course of our relationship if I should broach the topic of an open relationship just to make sure he got his needs met, because he's an animal like I am. It wasn't him shagging someone else that was the issue, it was the dishonesty, going behind my back - I would have given permission if he'd asked. I would have said 'hey, get vids'. I would have even suggested it be someone we could, you know, share, have threesomes with sometimes when I had time again. It's also the lack of communication. At no time on his end did he give me any indicator things were less than fine. I thought, and he acted, like this was just a bump in the road and after our wedding, my hours would calm down a bit and we'd be back to normal. But he was doing that goddamn British stiff upper lip thing with pretending like everything was perfectly all right, no chaos here, no problem, and it wasn't until that day I came home and found what I found that the mask finally cracked and he broke down and cried and told me how terribly lonely he'd been and I felt like a fucking monster, like some selfish ass who put career above the relationship. I work NHS instead of private sector for conscience reasons - I'm Scandinavian, socialized medicine is important - but you bet your life if he'd had told me any of that instead of cheating, I would have gone private sector posthaste. I wouldn't have been entirely happy about it, but I'd have done it for him. And instead it was just... nope, you're a good man, Sören, I admire your convictions now if you'll excuse me I have to go bang Scotty2Hotty over here." Sören flexed his toes in the water, suddenly self-conscious about how much he'd let out. "Jesus, I'm sorry -"
"No need to apologize, my dear. I asked, I wanted to know."
"OK." Sören nodded. "But... there you have it. There's the sad, tragic story as far as why I took a moment to say yes. I'm afraid of having my heart stomped on again."
Nicholas tutted. "The fact that you signed up for the charity auction is a sign that you need some sort of companionship in your life. If all you have going for you in your life is your job, and it runs you ragged like it does, sooner or later, and probably sooner, you're going to burn out. You speak of practicing medicine out of conviction. You do the greater good no favors if the NHS becomes short a provider because you fall apart. Self-care is important, my dear." Nicholas narrowed his eyes. "If your relationship with this Anthony had been open from the start, do you think it would have made a difference?"
Sören considered, and then he nodded. "We'd probably still be together now."
Nicholas took a deep breath. "What if we agreed to non-monogamy up front, and that we will tell each other if there is someone else we want to be intimate with? For the record, I don't see myself pursuing relations with anyone else anytime... soon. But at least you know if that changes, I will be honest with you."
"OK." Sören felt a small wave of relief. "You have a deal. We can give this a try."
"Good." Nicholas smiled. He poured out the rest of the champagne into their flute glasses and raised his glass. Sören clinked glasses and leaned back, flexing his toes.
The small wave of relief became a bigger wave, and Sören tried not to cry. It felt like there had been non-stop rainstorms in his mind since Anthony had cheated, and suddenly light was streaming through the clouds. Sören looked into Nicholas's dark eyes and thought to himself, Day shall come again.
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