Since Sören read The Silmarillion, Mark is sure that Sören figured out he was Feanor in a past life. Every now and again Mark will look at Sören, and Sören will give a quick little nervous smile before glancing off to the side, like something's up. Mark isn't going to press it, giving Sören time to sit with the information and process it - Mark knows in particular realizing they're technically in an incestuous relationship is probably a lot to swallow - and if on the odd chance Sören didn't put the clues together, it's going to be the most awkward conversation ever.
But he's almost positive Sören knows, and that it will be a gamechanger in some way, when Sören is able to address it.
In the meantime, Mark has other things to worry about. It's Tuesday, and Anthony is flying back to the States - he's on a non-stop which will take approximately eight hours. Mark is driving himself and Sören down to Logan Airport to meet Anthony, so he doesn't have to get a cab home - and so Sören and Mark can spend at least two of those eight hours on the road, not pacing back and forth, and have the reassurance of seeing Anthony face-to-face, knowing he's alive and OK. Having lost his family one by one so traumatically, Mark is trying not to be hysterical about a plane flight which people do every day, thousands of flights without incident, but he still can't help freaking out a little and he knows Sören is too.
Anthony left his car keys so they can take his Prius - they leave early to recharge the battery and because Boston traffic tends to be a nightmare - and on the way down to Boston they listen to an 80s playlist. During "Shake Me" by Cinderella, Sören gets one of those "sudden clarity" looks on his face.
"What?" Mark asks.
"I just realized, you were, like, there for the 80s." Sören facepalms. "Yes, I know, that's obvious, but..." Sören looks over at him and cracks up laughing. "That costume you did for Halloween, you looked like that all the time in the 80s, didn't you?"
Mark looks out the window and gives a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I did."
"Were you in a hair metal band?"
Mark gives Sören a look. "No."
Sören got stoned before they left to handle the anxiety of his husband flying - knowing that takeoffs and landings are the most dangerous parts of a flight - and Sören leans back, laughing harder. "Maybe there's, like, an alternate universe where you were in a hair metal band."
"Hells."
"Called Hells. Or maybe not Hells. Maybe... Silmarella." Sören gigglesnorts, pleased with himself; Mark groans. Then Sören says, "Or maybe... maybe there's an alternate universe where you were the other guy from Wham."
As if on cue, the playlist starts up with "Everything She Wants". Mark groans loudly, but he's truthfully not annoyed - he finds Sören's teasing banter endearing... and comforting, reminiscent of the way Fëanor bantered with his brothers and sons.
Mark and Sören park in the economy parking offsite and go on the shuttle bus to pick Anthony up at Terminal E. Mark's heart beats faster and he tries not to think of Fëanor mortally wounded by the Balrogs... Fingolfin facing Morgoth in single combat... Finarfin's death in the War of Wrath. But at last there he is, raising a hand in greeting, dark hair mussed, green eyes tired.
Despite his asthma, Sören runs with outstretched arms, and throws his arms around Anthony's neck. Anthony scoops Sören up and spins him around, and Sören squeaks. Anthony kisses him hard, not caring who sees two men kissing in public, and Mark smiles, then marches over. He takes them both in his arms and buries his nose in Anthony's hair, breathing in his scent.
"How was the flight?" Sören asks.
"Long." Anthony's voice is raspy.
"You need water?" Sören cocks his head to one side.
Anthony nods. "I tried not to drink too much on the flight so I wouldn't have to go, I hate trying to use the bathroom on a plane."
"I have a reservation for us at Wahlburgers," Mark says, and puts a hand over Anthony's mouth before he can protest about money.
Anthony is quiet on the shuttle to the parking lot, just leaning on Sören. Every now and again Mark pets Anthony's hair. The people on the bus are staring at three men being obviously affectionate - even in a liberal city like Boston, Mark knows people who are OK with gay people aren't always OK with polyamory, and this is the opposite of keeping a low profile, but Mark doesn't care. One of his mates is in distress. Anthony looks like hell - delicious hell - and Mark wonders how much sleep Anthony has gotten over the past week.
There are plant-based options at Wahlburgers, which is part of why Mark decided to treat them there. Anthony picks at his food, even though Mark is sure Anthony hasn't eaten on the plane, and finally Mark asks, "Is everything OK? The food, I mean."
"Oh, yeah, no, the food is fine," Anthony says. "I'm just." Anthony makes a vague hand gesture.
Sören gives him a stern look, then cuts up Anthony's veggie burger into bite-sized pieces and starts doing the "airplane". Anthony laughs and lets Sören feed him a few bites before he feeds himself.
On the way back to Maine, Sören offers to take the backseat so Anthony can stretch his legs out in the passenger seat, but Anthony opts to lay in the backseat, covered in a blanket. Mark thinks about playing something more mellow and ambient for the return trip, but Anthony is in a tired-but-better-spirits mood after the meal and being reunited with his partners, and Mark doesn't want to accidentally make him sad, knowing sometimes more relaxing music can slow the brain down just enough for emotions to surface; tears are better at home. So Mark puts on upbeat late 1980s-early-to-mid-1990s club music.
When "Good Vibrations" by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch comes on, Sören snickers. "We just took Marky Mark to Wahlburgers."
"Eru," Mark says, rolling his eyes, trying to hide his smile.
"There's a Calvin Klein ad I'd like to see," Anthony mumbles from the backseat. Mark gives into smiling.
"Everybody Everybody" by Black Box comes on and Sören says, "Ow," and for some reason this cracks Anthony up, which makes Mark laugh too, relieved and happy that Anthony can find humor in something. "Sören, don't ever change," Anthony says.
The traffic out of Boston is better this time, now that it's later, and Mark breathes a small sigh of relief when they cross the Maine state line. "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C+C Music Factory starts and Sören dances in his chair and Mark tries to focus on the road and not laugh too much.
Finally they get home, feed the cats, and hug some more. Anthony departs to use the bathroom and then take a long shower after his long flight, while Sören and Mark curl up and watch more Joy of Painting. When Anthony is in fresh pajamas and smelling clean and fresh, he joins them in the living room and Mark makes chamomile tea to soothe Anthony's frazzled nerves.
"I missed you so much, Daddy," Sören says, petting Anthony's hair. Sören rains little kisses over Anthony's face, and Anthony kisses the tip of Sören's nose.
"We both missed you." Mark kisses Anthony's forehead and slides his nose down Anthony's nose; they rub noses and steal a kiss. "I want to say 'I hope the trip went OK' but I know that's the wrong word for it."
Anthony nods. "It was good to catch up with Uncle Nige and Uncle Steve, and yesterday I did some stuff around London with my cousin Judith, who wants to come visit this spring after I've healed up from the hysto. And... I met my mother's best friend, Nicholas." Anthony smirks. "He subscribes to us on OnlyFans, but didn't know he was subscribing to his best friend's son."
"Oh my god." Sören giggles. "Is that..."
"The SaintNick69 guy who gave us a two hundred dollar tip a few months ago, yes that's him." Anthony pulls out his phone and shows some photos of Nicholas with Anthony's late mother, and then a couple selfies of Anthony and Nicholas at Brighton and in London.
Sören whistles. "He's hot."
"Yeah, he is." Anthony grins and turns beetroot.
Mark nods; he's always liked beards on Men, and while the short lifespan of humans makes him sad, he still thinks older people look interesting, with character in their faces, and their hair going white in the winter of life. "He's very handsome." Mark studies the face then and realizes Nicholas looks a lot like a late middle-aged to early senior version of Fingolfin, but with dark brown eyes instead of blue - the intense gaze is part of what gives it away - and Mark sits there with his mouth open for a moment. The world seems to stop.
"You OK?" Anthony cocks his head to one side. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"More like a vampire," Sören says. "He looks like that guy who played Count Dracula a bunch of times, what was his name? Ah." Sören snickers. "Drac could bite me if he wanted to."
Anthony facepalms then he tousles Sören's hair. "He kind of wants to, but I told him I need to talk it over with you guys and let things settle first before we can introduce new play partners."
"That's fair," Sören says, and Mark nods, screaming internally. Knowing he's been reunited with his father and one of his uncles - and half of Anthony's life is over, presuming he doesn't have other health problems - is one thing. Knowing Fingolfin is out there, and closer to his own mortality...
"Want to watch LazyTown?" Mark asks, needing to distract himself with something ridiculous and fun before he loses it.
Anthony is tired enough from his flight - and the emotional exhaustion of grief - that after a few episodes of LazyTown he falls asleep on the couch. Mark carries him down to the bedroom and then he and Sören change into pajamas and climb into bed. No shenanigans tonight, just holding Anthony while he sleeps.
Anthony is jetlagged the next day, and Sören and Mark try to convince him that he can take the day off and they can run the shop without him, like they've been doing, but Anthony insists on coming to work and trying to get life back to normal as quickly as possible, and Mark thinks to himself that stubborn runs in their family. Still, two hours before close, Anthony looks ready to keel over, so even though Sören is submissive in the bedroom, he takes charge and flips the CLOSED sign on the door after their current wave of customers has left, then he makes Anthony sit down, Sören and Mark do their usual closing routine, and they bring Anthony upstairs.
Mark decides they all need something comforting and nourishing on a cold winter's night so he makes a vegetable stew of root vegetables, lentils and mushrooms, with buttermilk biscuits on the side.
"I'll still never get over Yanks calling these things biscuits," Anthony muses over dinner.
"I'll never get over how many things the English call pudding," Sören says.
Mark smiles at their banter. For all of Anthony's annoyance at the word "biscuits", he still has seconds, and Mark is pleased they like it. He enjoys cooking for them... taking care of the family he lost, and found again.
After dinner they watch TV and smoke a bowl, and Sören starts kneading Anthony's shoulders and rubbing his scalp. Anthony leans into Sören's touch with a look of bliss on his face. "Mmmmm, that's nice, sweetheart," Anthony purrs.
Sören nuzzles Anthony's neck. "Would you like a massage, Daddy?" Sören glances over at Mark.
Mark nods. "Let us love you," he says softly.
Anthony follows them to the bedroom. They decide to make it into a video, since their subscribers have been deprived of Anthony content for a week. Once the cameras are set up, a sheet protector on the bed, and candles lit, everyone gets naked, then Anthony lays on his stomach and Sören and Mark get to work, pouring oil over his back and ass, rubbing and caressing, rolling and kneading away the knots... soothing and arousing him with their touch. Sören's fingers sensually brush down Anthony's spine and walk back up, then brush down again. Sören and Mark kiss here, lick there, making Anthony sigh and flex his fingers and toes like a contented cat.
After awhile Anthony rolls over and they work on the front of him, oiling his chest and stomach and thighs, then working the oil over him, hands rubbing, sliding, stroking. Anthony is breathing harder, every now and again letting out little moans as Sören and Mark continue to kiss and lick at him, lavishing love all over him, wanting him to feel how loved he is, wanting to take him to a better place for awhile where everything is pleasure and nothing hurts.
Even though Anthony has said his nipples lost most of their sensitivity after top surgery, his nipples are still tantalizingly hard. Mark starts rubbing his cunt against Anthony's hairy thigh, getting his pussy oiled up, and then he grinds his pussy on Anthony's stomach and chest. Mark sinks down to rub his hard little cock against Anthony's right nipple. Anthony gasps, eyes wide, and then he moans. "Holy shit, that's fucking hot," Anthony calls out, runs his hands down his face, flops his arms to his sides, and laughs.
Mark smiles and reaches out to pinch the other one, then he reaches down and gives Anthony's cock a few strokes and sticks his finger in Sören's mouth, who sucks obediently. "I did this to your husband a few times while you were gone."
"He did, Daddy," Sören says, and nods. "He rubbed it just like that and made himself come on my nipple, Daddy." Sören puts a finger to his lips and pouts a little. "One of those times I touched myself while he did it and I came too and it was so wet and messy. We didn't get any of it on video, though. Oopsie."
Anthony groans and smacks Sören's ass, then he slaps Mark's ass. "You fucking sluts." Anthony shakes his head. "Teasing brats, making those naughty videos and sending them to me." Anthony laughs, face lit up.
Mark rubs his cock on Anthony's nipple a little faster and grunts. Anthony's breath hitches, watching Mark fuck himself. Anthony slaps Mark's ass again and Mark moans, dripping his juices onto Anthony's nipple. Anthony growls and reaches up to pinch and tug Mark's nipples, hard. Mark almost comes and bites his lip, growling back.
"I think you teasing sluts should give me an orgasm," Anthony rasps.
Sören bats his eyelashes and gives Anthony that innocent-but-naughty face again and Mark can't help laughing. Mark drapes his arm across his forehead. "Twist my arm," Mark says, and Anthony responds by smacking Mark's ass again.
Sören and Mark kiss their way down, split Anthony like a peach, and Mark laps at Anthony's cock while Sören tongue-fucks him. Anthony arches to them, grabbing Sören's hair with one hand and Mark's with the other, breathing harder. "That's it, sluts," he says.
Mark sucks on Anthony's cock like he's starving for it - indeed, he's hungry after all these days apart - and Sören's tongue lashes faster inside him. Anthony gets more vocal, rolling his hips, pulling their hair. When Anthony lets out a particularly loud moan, Mark and Sören stop what they're doing to kiss each other, then rub their tongues together to tease Anthony even more. They trade places, Sören's tongue on Anthony's cock while Mark works his tongue inside him, savoring the stronger, muskier taste. Soon Sören is slurping away, bobbing his head as his luscious lips suction Anthony's cock, while Mark's tongue rubs and swirls, and Anthony rocks his hips, fucking himself on Mark's tongue. Sören and Mark finger each other as they work on Anthony more insistently, bringing him closer and closer. Just before Anthony can come they kiss each other to tease Anthony a little more; Anthony lets out a snarl as Mark and Sören kiss open-mouthed, tongues playing, and then he yanks their hair and they get back to work, Sören sucking, Mark tongue-fucking. Anthony bucks, moaning, "oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod I'm so fucking close..."
Anthony loses it, coming with a cry. Mark moans at the sight of Anthony's contractions and Sören laps at the gushing juices, then kisses Mark deeply, sharing it. Anthony gasps for breath, his face in ecstasy, and then he pulls his lovers up by the hair and kisses each of them in turn, before three-way open-mouthed tonguing, the teasing promise of more.
Sören and Mark snuggle with Anthony, letting him recover from his orgasm, but they're all pent up from eating him out and soon they start making out with each other, fingering each other again, and Anthony finally notices. "You two sluts can't keep your hands off each other," Anthony says with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
"Uh-uh, Daddy. He makes me so horny," Sören says with a giggle, and Mark and Sören rub their tongues together again, then Mark sticks his slick fingers in Sören's mouth and Sören sucks them slowly with that naughty look in his eye again.
Anthony sits up, then he gets up, walks over to their toy chest, and comes back with leashes and handcuffs. He puts them each on a leash, then he ties Sören's leash to the bedpost and handcuffs him. "You were especially slutty, so you have to watch."
"Oh, Daddy, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease I need to commmmmmmmmmme," Sören whines; Mark can't help smiling at Sören playing up the bratty sub role.
"That's what naughty boys get," Anthony says, lifts up Sören's legs to smack his bottom, and then he grabs Mark's leash. He wheels the camera with one hand and holds Mark's leash in the other, marching Mark across the room to the St. Andrew's cross. He ties Mark's leash, then takes out a flogger and a riding crop. "And as for you... dominating my husband while I was away... now I'm in charge again and don't you forget it, slut."
Mark smiles demurely - a teasing challenge.
Anthony turns Mark around and starts flogging Mark's back, buttocks and the backs of Mark's thighs. Mark moans with each sting of the leather tails cracking against his skin, seething through him. He loves to feel Anthony's power like this, Anthony re-establishing his place in the hierarchy of dominance. Mark yields to him, deeper and deeper as his skin sears with each lash, his cunt twinging, dripping, craving more... craving the thrill of surrendering, trusting, being conquered by one worthy, claimed. Each stripe across his back and backside is a catharsis, making him feel alive again, his body a living song.
Anthony turns Mark to face him, pushing his back against the cross, then the riding crop slaps Mark's left nipple, then his right. Slaps Mark's cunt, making Mark cry out, almost coming again. Anthony slaps Mark's right nipple twice, then his left. "Slut," Anthony growls. "You teasing fucking slut."
"Yes," Mark breathes.
"And you knew you would get punished, and that was what you want... isn't it, you naughty thing?"
"God, yes."
The riding crop slaps Mark's pussy again and Mark yelps, the flutters building, so dangerously close. Anthony grunts with approval and does another round, slapping each nipple, then another slap at Mark's pussy. Mark makes a hissing noise, his thighs quivering, knees buckling as he tries not to give in and come without permission. Then Anthony slaps Mark's left nipple three times, and the right nipple three times, the stinging pain transmuted to pleasure, arousal so feverish Mark feels he could die of it.
Anthony tugs Mark away from the cross, leads him back to the bed, shoves him down, and then he gets his strapless strap-on. When he arrives at the bed, wearing it, he commands, "Get like a dog for me."
Mark obeys, getting on all fours. Anthony kneels behind him, grabs Mark's hair again, the leash in his other hand, and takes him. Then he fucks Mark hard, the dildo vibrating inside him, their hips slapping together, Anthony's grunts and snarls followed by Mark's gasps and cries. Mark's sloppy cunt is almost as loud as his voice and Anthony growls, fucking him harder, faster, pounding him, their hips smacking wildly. "Take it," Anthony commands. "You want to be such a slut while I'm gone, you're going to get fucked like a slut."
"Yes, yes, yes," Mark calls out, so close to orgasm, needing so desperately to come... needing to keep fucking, keep feeling him, keep taking it, giving himself, owned, belonging. "Yes, please, fuck this whore."
Anthony smacks Mark's ass and keeps thrusting, until Anthony is panting himself, letting out little broken cries, and Mark knows Anthony's about to come again too. Anthony lets go of Mark's hair, reaches around, and gives Mark's pussy a few slaps before he vigorously rubs Mark's cock. "Show me how much you love getting this slut pussy punished and come for me. Come for me right now, you fucking slut -"
Mark comes with a whimper, and two thrusts later Anthony collapses onto him with a fierce cry, heaving and spasming with the strength of his orgasm. Anthony frantically reaches for the remote control to turn the vibe off, and the two gasp to catch their breath as they come down. Mark's cunt keeps pulsing, the contractions so strong they almost hurt... and euphoria crashes through him, making him laugh with delight. Anthony gives a deep, contented sigh, then turns Mark's face so they can kiss.
Sören whines like he's in heat, and Anthony glances over at him and laughs. "Oh, you poor dear," Anthony says.
"Please, Daddy, fuck me," Sören begs. "Please, Daddy, please..."
Anthony pulls out, takes off the dildo, and then he ties Mark's leash to the bed. He uncuffs Sören... and then he cuffs Mark. He produces a remote-controlled vibe from the bedtable drawer - one part to go inside him, the other to buzz against his cock. Anthony turns the vibe to its lowest setting. "You better not come till I tell you to come," Anthony orders Mark. Then he turns to Sören. "As for you..."
Sören lays on his back, his right leg hooked on Anthony's shoulder, and Anthony rubs against him hard and fast, making those filthy wet slurping, suctioning sounds that drive Mark wild. The slow, soft purring of the vibe is torment as Mark is made to watch Anthony fucking Sören, cunts kissing, smacking, sloshy sounds louder and louder, Sören letting out high-pitched noises and Anthony replying with deeper, animalistic ones. They fuck and fuck, cock grinding cock, until they're both breathless, shaking. Anthony puts his hand on Sören's throat, giving him a predatory, almost angry look, sweat pouring down his body, chest hair damp, as he works his hips in circles then back and forth, growling, snarling. The look of worship in Sören's eyes, lips parted, makes Mark fight back an orgasm. Anthony's hand presses Sören's throat just a little harder, not enough to hurt or choke him, just enough to be rough, demanding. "Whose boypussy is this?" Anthony asks.
"Yours," Sören breathes.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You, you, I'm yours, Daddy, yours..."
Anthony lets go of Sören's throat, hooks a possessive finger through the O-ring of Sören's collar, and says, "Come for me. Come right now, you little bitch -"
"Daddy! Daddy!" Sören throws his head back and screams, and Anthony cries out too, shuddering. Mark moans appreciatively - they're so beautiful together. Then Mark lets out a little sob of frustration; he needs to come too.
Of course, it won't be that easy. Anthony and Sören kiss until they're worked up enough to go another round. Anthony rides Sören again, and Sören rocks his hips, matching Anthony's rhythm, pussies slapping, sloshing, both of them moaning louder and louder. "Yeah, you teased me and now I'm going to show you what naughty sluts get. Gonna fuck your slutty pussy till you're sore and you can feel how hard I've fucked you, reminding you who you belong to with every step -"
"Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, more, Daddy, more!" Sören bites his lower lip and bucks harder, faster, nails digging in Anthony's sides. "Daddy, Daddy, more, Daddy, more..."
Mark's weakness is Sören begging for more. Mark bites his lip and moans, trying not to come as Sören begs "more, Daddy, more... more, more..." over the sloppy pussy noises and Anthony's feral growls. He loves watching them go wild, their frenzied, animalistic rutting against each other, like a force of nature. Sören begs "more, more, more, more, Daddy, more, moremoremore give me more, more, Daddy, more..." and Anthony slams against Sören, wet pumping sounds so loud that Mark is dangerously close. Sören begs until he can't make words anymore, only squeaking, squealing, and then Anthony calls out, "WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS, SLUT?"
"Yours, Daddy, yours!"
"Come for me right fucking now."
"DADDY!"
Mark groans, watching Sören shaking, gasping for breath, then Anthony comes too, moaning. Still they aren't done. They fuck and fuck for round after round, Sören begging for more, Anthony giving it to him, fucking furiously, commanding Sören to orgasm. Mark loses count of how many times they rub together to climax, but finally as Sören and Anthony lay there, coming down from another orgasm, the vibe dies and Mark whimpers with protest.
Anthony comes over, takes out the spent vibe, and then he starts fisting him. It doesn't take long for Mark to come, fully dominated, the rhythm of Anthony's hand on his G-spot sending him over the edge. Mark squirts all over Anthony, and Anthony laughs with triumph.
"Good boy," Anthony says.
Mark comes harder from those words - echoes of Finarfin.
Shattered from his intense orgasm, Mark feels like he's floating, even though he's anchored in his lovers' arms. At some point Anthony gets up to turn off the cameras and snuff the candles, and then Anthony is with them again, holding them tighter. "I missed you, Ara," Mark mumbles before he can stop himself - meaning it not just about Anthony's trip to London, but the absence across ages. Before he can care too much about the slip, he drifts into sleep.
Anthony wakes up in the middle of the night crying. Sören and Mark wake up immediately and together they hold him, rock him, pet him. "Shhh, elskan, we're right here," Sören says, his own voice choked up - Mark wants to cry with Anthony too.
"I'm sorry for waking you up," Anthony sobs. "I. I just. I." He falls apart, weeping harder.
They keep hugging and trying to soothe him; Mark aches for him so much, wants to fix things for him and he can't and it makes him feel helpless. "We're here for you," Mark says softly. "Whatever you need."
"It hurts," Anthony cries. "I didn't get enough time, and I wasn't there when she died, I didn't get to say goodbye -"
"Oh, elskan." Sören pulls Anthony into his chest, letting him break. "Let it out, ástin mín. Let it out, we're here."
Anthony cries and cries and Sören and Mark cry a little too, leaning on each other in solidarity, determined to take care of Anthony together. When the storm of tears starts to calm a bit, Anthony crying more quietly, Mark takes Anthony's chin in his hand, wipes his tears, and touches his face. He glances over at the clock and back at Anthony. "You need to get some rest," Mark says. "You want me to play you a lullaby?"
Anthony nods. "OK," he says in a small voice.
Mark carries his harp from the studio to the bedroom and sits down. "Any requests?" Mark asks.
Anthony considers, then he turns to Sören, looking like he can't think of ideas. Sören glances over at Mark and suggests, "Something soothing like Enya, maybe?"
Mark plays "Watermark" on the harp and Anthony and Sören cry a little more together, then calm down, holding each other. Mark follows up with a song that seems appropriate for what Anthony is dealing with.
Who can say where the road goes?
Where the day flows? Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose? Only time
Towards the end Anthony is shaking with silent tears again and Mark considers stopping but he knows too this is a catharsis - good cleansing tears, washing the raw wound of grief. So Mark sees the song through to his end, and at last Sören joins in at the end, but Sören... puts his own twist on it, singing:
Who knows? OnlyFans
Who knows? OnlyFans
Anthony facepalms and howls with laughter. "GOD. DAMMIT. SÕREN."
Mark laughs too - Sören's ridiculousness makes Mark love him all the more. He joins them on the bed. "You're terrible," Mark says.
"Takk." Sören grins.
Anthony tweaks Sören's nose, still laughing. His smile goes right to Mark's heart, a rainbow after the rain.
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