It was the evening of Wednesday July twenty-fifth. The first couple of days back from Brighton, the peaceful, easy feeling from the weekend away lingered and Sören was in a chipper mood at work. But now the stress and exhaustion was setting in, and feeling even more intense than usual because he'd been relaxed, and he was restless and itching for the promised holiday at the end of August. He badly needed an extended vacation.
More than anything else, he wanted to take time out to be with Anthony. Sören was working overnight tonight, which was always difficult not just because they were shorter-staffed and things could get crazy, but he missed sleeping beside Anthony... missed the sleepy cuddles, the two of them holding each other, tangled up together, cozy and content.
He missed Anthony enough that when he had a lull between patients, he decided to fire off a text around the time he knew Anthony would be going to bed - later than normal this week since Anthony had a difficult case he was working on.
I love you, Corn.
A few minutes later, the cell phone chimed in his pocket. Sören took it out and smiled at Anthony's response:
I love you too, IKEA.
Sören sent another text: I wish we were snuggling right now.
Anthony replied with: Me too.
Sören sighed and got back to work. The night wore on, and frequently his thoughts turned to Anthony, the ache for him getting stronger and stronger. Sören was feeling more and more tired, wanting desperately to just go home.
He had an hour break at five on Thursday morning, and even as badly as he needed to get off his feet and zone out for awhile, the feeling of being on the verge of collapse was even more intense as he sat, every part of him hurting. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the next two hours he was scheduled - knowing two hours would likely become four, five, even six. It had happened before.
Sören's eyes were heavy. His entire body hurt. He felt too tired to even go over to the coffee maker and fix himself a cup of coffee. He set the alarm on his cell phone to wake him up in a half-hour, and closed his eyes.
He sensed someone coming into the break room, but was too tired to open his eyes and see who it was. He made a noise in a half-hearted attempt at greeting whoever it was. Then he heard the sound of shoes across the floor - brogues from the sound of it - and he felt a tap on his shoulder. Sören jumped, opened his eyes, and there he saw Anthony standing over him. Anthony smiled at Sören and held out a thermos.
"Good morning, Brown Eyes." Anthony's free hand stroked Sören's face and rubbed his head.
"Oh, elskan." Before Sören could take the thermos from Anthony, he reached out, wrapped his arms around Anthony's waist, and buried his face in Anthony's suit, making tired noises.
Anthony reached over Sören to put the thermos of coffee down on the table, and then his arms were around Sören as well, petting and rocking him.
Sören finally looked up. "It's early for you, já?" Five AM was usually when Anthony got up, never mind being fully dressed in his suit and tie and brogues, hair neatly combed and gelled, looking like he was on his way to work.
"I wanted to come see you when I knew you were having your break," Anthony said, his arms tightening around Sören. "Made more sense to go to work after I'm done here."
"Well, you look good." Sören always thought Anthony looked handsome; today he was wearing a black suit with a black waistcoat, a white shirt and the navy tie Sören had given him for Christmas.
Anthony smiled, rubbed Sören's shoulder, and then he took a seat next to Sören at the table.
"Did you even sleep?" Sören took the thermos of coffee - fixed the way he liked it - and took a sip.
"I did." Anthony nodded. "But not well. Stress from the case but also..." Anthony stroked Sören's face again, skritched his beard. "I sleep better when you're in bed with me." He gave a shy little smile. "You're my blankey."
Sören put the coffee down and threw his arms around Anthony again, laughing and crying a little, touched by those words and also hurting for him, feeling guilty that he wasn't there... feeling deeply loved, that Anthony missed him this much.
They just held each other for a few minutes, no need for words. Then Anthony guided Sören's hands back to the thermos. "You need your caffeine," Anthony said.
"God, you have no idea." Sören drank.
"I think I have some idea. This is going to be one of those days when I need an IV drip."
"When are you going to court for this guy?"
"Tomorrow morning." Anthony made a face. "Can't be done with this soon enough."
"And it's over tomorrow afternoon?"
Anthony nodded solemnly. "I'll be returning to chambers around three, then going home at five."
Sören made a mental note of that. He had to work overnight again Thursday into Friday, going home sometime late Friday morning or during Friday afternoon, depending on how busy it was and who else was on. Then he had off all of Saturday.
Sören drank the rest of his coffee and then he returned to the fortress of Anthony's arms, the achy tension in his body soothed away as Anthony pet him. Sören felt a pang about working overnight again tomorrow, the night before Anthony was set to battle in court, but it couldn't be helped. And in the meantime, he felt overwhelming, wanting-to-cry-relief at Anthony showing up unexpectedly on his break, as if Anthony had sensed how much Sören needed this. Needed him.
"I still can't believe you got up early to come over here," Sören said.
"I had to." Anthony kissed the top of his head. He cupped Sören's chin in his hand and tilted Sören's face up to look into his eyes. His thumb began to trace Sören's lips; he gave a little groan, heat flaring in his eyes, when Sören started sucking his thumb.
Sören wanted to suck something else, but there wasn't really much time for that. They went back to cuddling together, quiet and cozy, until the alarm on Sören's cell went off in his pocket. Sören swore under his breath in Icelandic as he took out the phone to shut off the alarm.
"You have to go back?" Anthony asked, frowning.
Sören nodded. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's OK. I knew you only had an hour." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "I hope it helped."
"It did." Sören got up and stretched. He was still tired, but he didn't feel the bone-deep weariness of earlier; it was as if Anthony's presence gave him a little boost he needed to make it through the rest of his shift. Anthony got up too, and after Sören was done stretching, Anthony pulled him into a tight hug, raining kisses over his face. Sören giggled, feeling flushed and fluttery, and tweaked Anthony's nose. "I love you."
"God, I love you, Sören." Anthony kissed Sören's brow. "So very much."
Their mouths met, and as their tongues played together they both moaned into the kiss, craving more. But Sören really did have to get back on the clock, so they reluctantly pulled apart, and Sören gave Anthony a quick peck and Anthony gave Sören a little swat on the ass, then Anthony was off; Sören blew him a kiss and Anthony caught it.
As Sören scrubbed in before his next patient, he was humming.
After working the overnight shift from Thursday into Friday and being kept well into Friday afternoon, Sören was dead on his feet. But as much as he wanted a shower and a nap, he wanted to see Anthony even more.
Just before he left work, he took his satchel into the bathroom; he'd brought a change of underwear - a lacy red thong - and a bottle of lube with him, and the buttplug. He lubed up the plug, and pushed it inside. As he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror, he gave himself a mischievous grin and couldn't resist a sassy little butt wiggle as he headed out.
Straight from work, he made his way to Garden Court Chambers, still in his scrubs, his hair still in its loose, messy bun. He fidgeted nervously in the waiting room until Diana Traynor came out, looking elegant in a dark navy pinstripe skirt suit, and once again Sören found himself looking at her legs and having the briefest twinge of missing sex with women... though not enough to rock the boat with Anthony. With a warm smile, Diana led Sören back to Anthony's office.
When Sören came in, Anthony rose from his chair to greet him. He'd worn his wig and robes earlier that day - Sören saw them in a bag near Anthony's desk - and now Anthony was wearing a charcoal grey suit with a white shirt, and of course the tie from Sören. Anthony looked very, very tired, but he managed a smile as Diana went off, closing the door behind her, with Sören walking to him. Anthony came to meet Sören halfway and for a moment they just looked at each other.
Then they fell into each other's arms, Anthony hugging him tight, rocking him a little, and Sören rocked Anthony too. "How did it go?" Sören asked.
Anthony made a noise.
Sören sat at Anthony's desk, in one of the chairs meant for clients. Anthony went over to his water cooler and brought Sören a cup of water. Sören accepted it with a "takk", and Anthony sat back down. Sören turned over the framed picture on Anthony's desk - the doodle Sören had made months ago of George the Wig and barrister wigs multiplying out of control, making babies like Tribbles, with a cartoon Anthony looking exasperated. Sören smiled at it fondly, and then also smiled at the painting of the two ravens on one of the office walls. Anthony smiled back at Sören.
"I'm glad to see you," Anthony said. "It's been... a day."
"That's why I came." Sören nodded.
"You must be exhausted."
"I am, but you're important to me."
Their eyes met, and Anthony reached across the desk to take Sören's hand. "You take such good care of me," Anthony said.
"Well, we take care of each other." Sören took Anthony's hand and kissed it. Then he put the water down and got up for a minute, reaching for Anthony's bag by the desk.
"...What are you doing?"
Sören took out the wig. "Hi, George. Were you a good boy today at court?"
Anthony facepalmed, and shook with silent laughter that became less silent as Sören began petting the wig like it was a cat. "Yes, that's a good George," Sören cooed, skritching the wig. "That's a nice George."
"Sören..." Anthony gave Sören a look of mock exasperation.
"Jæja?"
Anthony laughed harder. "You're terrible."
"Takk."
When they calmed down, Sören put the wig on Anthony's desk and finished the water. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Sören said. "I would have called first but I wanted to surprise you."
"It's a good surprise." Anthony stroked Sören's hand across the desk. "And no, not anything particularly important. I was handling some post-court paperwork but it's not dire."
"So was it really that bad?"
Anthony made a noise again. "I told you when we first got together there are times I question my sanity for going into this line of work. This is one of those times." Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. "This week was one of the cases where I feel like a shitty person for defending him. I did it anyway because it had to be done, but..." Anthony gave a little shudder of revulsion. "I'm glad it's done, and I'm glad I lost."
"Oh, elskan." Sören got up, and came around the desk, and pulled Anthony close. Anthony returned the hug, and they rocked together for a minute.
Then, stroking Anthony's face, Sören said, "Well, remember, I still think you're a good man for following your conscience, even when it's rough."
Anthony sighed. "Yeah. My conscience wishes I didn't have to defend people like this guy, just the same."
"I know. But like you said, it had to be done. And..." Sören made the wig hop across the desk. "George thinks you're good, too, right George?" George wagged, and Sören made the wig nod, and then let out a bark.
Anthony laughed again. "Oh, so he barks now?"
Sören barked again, and then he said, "MEOW. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
"Oh my god, Sören." Anthony doubled over, turning beetroot, tearing up.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
Anthony got up with a start, grabbed Sören, and kissed him hard, making Sören breathless. As their tongues teased, Sören's cock sprang to life, and Sören was reminded of the buttplug inside him. The kiss deepened, heated, Anthony crushing Sören against him, and now Sören could feel Anthony hard through his trousers, too. Sören reached down to palm the hard bulge and Anthony groaned, sucking on Sören's lower lip before kissing him again.
Sören had been hoping to accompany Anthony home and make him take a detour for sex in the back of the Audi. But now Sören couldn't wait that long. Not thinking, just feeling - hungering - Sören kicked off his Doc Martens and yanked his scrub pants down. He guided Anthony's hands to the waistband of the lacy red thong he'd put on before leaving work; Anthony moaned into the kiss as he peeled the thong off of Sören and watched Sören's hard, already-dripping cock spring free. Then after Anthony took Sören's cock into his hand and gave it a few strokes, Sören gently removed his hand and turned around, showing Anthony the plug inside him.
"My god." Anthony's breath caught. "You didn't... wear that all day, did you?"
"Well no, I can't wear that when I'm performing surgery. Too distracting." Sören gave a throaty chuckle and then he wiggled his ass. "I put it in before I left work." Sören's voice was husky as he said, "I wanted to be ready for you."
Anthony moaned again, and pulled the plug out of Sören's ass. It was Sören's turn to moan as he felt the emptiness and his hole twitched, wanting to be filled back up with something else.
Sören took off his satchel and produced the lube, and turned back around to undo Anthony's trousers and briefs, letting them pool to his ankles. Then Sören took his hair down and shook his curls out, and dropped to his knees, taking Anthony's cock into his mouth. Anthony groaned and tugged Sören's curls as Sören swallowed him down, and Anthony tried to keep his voice down as Sören sucked him slowly, really working his tongue both to tease Anthony and to get his cock nice and wet. Sören's own cock throbbed as he sucked, turned on by Anthony's lust and pleasure, as well as the naughty thrill of doing this in his office.
After a few minutes Sören let Anthony's cock slip from his mouth, and reached for the lube on the desk. He poured it over Anthony's cock and stroked it, working it in, still on his knees, looking up at Anthony adoringly. Then at last Sören got up, shoved Anthony down in his chair, and straddled Anthony's lap, facing him. He held onto the back of Anthony's wingback leather chair, and with Anthony's arms around him, holding him steady, Sören sank down, impaling himself slowly on Anthony's cock. When Anthony bottomed out inside him, they kissed again, deep and hungry.
Sören began to ride, bouncing on Anthony's lap. They kissed and kissed, trying to keep their voices down, but as Anthony's cock rubbed away at that sweet spot inside him and their tongues played together and Anthony's arms held him tight, his hands caressing Sören's ass and the small of his back, it got harder for Sören not to moan. Anthony tugged on the hem of Sören's shirt and the long-sleeved undershirt and scrub top came off too; it became downright impossible not to moan as Anthony's hands slid over Sören's arms and bare chest, his thumbs and fingers teasing the nipples, pinching and brushing and plucking. Anthony began to kiss Sören's neck, and when his tongue licked down Sören's throat, Sören let out a little cry, not able to help it.
"Shhhhh." Anthony chuckled. "You have to be quiet." His mouth met Sören's and kissed him fiercely, Sören moaning into the kiss as Anthony slapped his ass.
Then Anthony was kissing and licking Sören's neck again, his right arm around Sören, his left hand wandering, caressing Sören's chest, stomach, hip and thigh, fingers walking over his cock, fist grasping it and playing with it a few dozen strokes before his hand slid over Sören's body once more. "God, you're beautiful," Anthony husked. He nipped Sören's lower lip and sucked it, then kissed Sören's mouth, tongues dancing, fucking, before Anthony's mouth was on his neck once more, his shoulder.
As Anthony kissed, licked and nibbled the sweet spot where the neck and shoulder met, and his finger and thumb pinched and rubbed and pulled on Sören's nipples, played with the rings before rubbing some more, Sören tried not to moan but he heard himself whimpering, and then crying out again. Anthony growled and shoved his middle and index fingers in Sören's mouth, watching Sören suck on them with lust in his eyes before he resumed kissing and licking Sören's neck, Sören's moans muffled by the fingers he sucked on.
There was something so hot about this, Anthony still mostly clothed, looking sharp in his suit, while Sören was completely naked, riding him in his desk chair, with Anthony's fingers in his mouth as he kissed and licked and bit Sören's neck and shoulder. Sören rode harder, faster, feeling his balls tighten, getting closer and closer, driven to frenzy by desire and sensation. He loved that forbidden thrill of being in Anthony's office where they could potentially get caught - being so shameless in their need for each other that they would do this here. Sören felt so wanton, having worn the thong and the plug here, and now riding Anthony with abandon, wanting this beyond reason, not caring if someone might walk in on them, the only thing that mattered was the two of them and their passion, their fuck. Sören loved feeling out of control like this, wild and free after having been so afraid for so long. Here was life, and he grabbed it and took it for all it was worth.
"I love you," Anthony rasped between kisses at Sören's neck. "I love you... love you. Love you."
"Mmmm," Sören moaned around the fingers in his mouth.
Anthony removed his fingers from Sören's mouth, grabbed him and kissed him as hard as Sören had ever been kissed, held Sören tight as he could, and Sören rode him madly, worried for just a minute he might break the chair. The perfect rhythm on his prostate pushed him to that edge, Sören trembling, and Anthony seemed to sense he was right there. Anthony kissed him again and again, and then, he took Sören's chin in his hand, stroking the beard and Sören's lower lip with his thumb, and with Sören's cock in his other hand, he whispered, "Come for me."
Anthony kissed Sören again and Sören gave a muffled cry into the kiss as he began to shoot; Anthony aimed Sören's cock away from his suit, so Sören's seed spilled over Anthony's hand and over his own flesh. A few seconds later and Anthony nibbled Sören's neck with a growl, spending into him. Sören moaned into the kiss, throbbing intensifying at the feel of Anthony coming inside him, filling him. The kiss broke, the two gasping for breath, shaking, and then Anthony gave him one last kiss, arms holding him, rocking him. At last Anthony pulled Sören against his chest, his chin resting on the top of Sören's head, and he rubbed Sören's back; Sören closed his eyes and let the world slip away, just melting, drifting.
Sören came back to himself with Anthony patting his ass. Sören heard himself give a throaty giggle, picking his head up and stealing a little kiss before carefully climbing off Anthony.
"Wow." Anthony grabbed a wad of tissues and handed them to Sören, and then another handful to wipe his own cock. "Wow." He laughed softly.
Sören thought about putting his scrubs back on but instead he just sat on Anthony's desk, naked. Then, feeling silly in post-orgasmic euphoria, he grabbed the wig and lay across Anthony's desk, propped up on one elbow, with George askew on his head. "So... come here often?"
Anthony doubled over, turning red, tearing up, shaking with laughter. He gave Sören a mock stern look. "Sören."
"Oh, are you being overprotective of George?" Sören took the wig off and held it, petting it like it was a cat again. "Your poor innocent wig here..."
"Sören." Anthony shook his head. "Sören."
Sören put the wig back on the desk and with an exaggerated sigh, he got up. Before he could reach down for the thong and scrub bottoms, Anthony grabbed him and pulled him close. "Thank you," Anthony husked, brushing a stray lock out of Sören's eyes, before kissing him hard.
That kiss got Sören going again, and Anthony laughed as he watched Sören's cock rise. He stopped laughing when Sören pulled him into a kiss - he groaned, and Sören reached for Anthony's own cock, hardening up again.
Sören needed more. He felt like he was in heat, caught up in the passion of stealing this moment right in Anthony's office. He found himself bending over Anthony's desk, and Anthony got behind him, grabbed Sören's hips, and pushed into him, taking him from behind.
Their second fuck of the afternoon was just as hard and wild as the one in Anthony's chair, if not moreso. Sören tried to keep his voice down as Anthony slammed into him, savage, punishing thrusts hitting that perfect note of pleasure over and over, driving him to the breaking point of ecstasy. Sören grabbed the edge of the desk, white-knuckled; Anthony tugged Sören's curls with one hand and slapped Sören's ass with the other, the sweet sting twinging through Sören's entire body, even into his cock and nipples, making them throb urgently.
They tried not to moan but they couldn't help panting, accompanied by the slap of their hips together. Sören rocked back at Anthony, giving back as good as he got, fucking himself, needing this like the air he was gasping for. Sören's thighs quivered as he got closer and closer, and when he heard himself moaning Anthony's fingers went in his mouth again. With Anthony's fingers in his mouth, Sören gave a muffled, strangled howl as his body gave into another climax, shooting over Anthony's desk. Anthony let out a shuddery sigh as he filled Sören once more, and Sören smiled as he felt Anthony lean against him, shaking with the force of his release.
Anthony decided to leave work early; somehow Sören managed to put his scrubs back on and make it out to the Audi, where he dozed off on the ride back home. When they arrived, Anthony helped him out of the car and up to the second floor to their flat, and then he picked up Sören and carried him into the flat, which made Sören smile and giggle.
He carried Sören right into the bedroom and began undressing right away. Sören found himself getting horny yet again as he watched Anthony get naked, and Sören let out a little scream, giggling hysterically as Anthony pounced on him on the bed like a giant cat and feverishly tugged Sören's clothes off. When Sören was completely naked, Anthony slid down, and spread Sören's legs, putting them on his shoulders as he knelt between and his tongue speared Sören's channel, licking his seed out of Sören, then just eating at him as Sören writhed and thrashed, grabbing the headboard, losing his mind with the wicked magic of Anthony's tongue rubbing inside him.
Anthony ate him for a long time, Sören getting louder and louder, until he was making inhuman noises, and then couldn't moan or whine at all, just panted, gasped, his entire body shaking as Anthony kept him on that edge, tongue teasing as slow as could please. When Sören found his voice again he begged for relief. "Please."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
Sören's cock throbbed, loving it when Anthony did that, tongue inside him. "Oh god, please."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Please, brother..." Sören panted, quivering. "Please, brother, make me come..."
Anthony's tongue worked harder and faster, and soon Sören came, screaming as his cock erupted, Anthony's tongue continuing to stroke inside him through the pulsing orgasm. When Anthony stopped licking he rested for a moment, then he slid up a little to lick Sören's cock clean, and lick the seed from Sören's stomach and chest, before sliding up all the way, taking Sören's chin in his hand and kissing him hard. Sören groaned at the feel of Anthony's hard cock against his thigh, ready to play again, and when the kiss broke apart, they looked into each other's eyes and stroked each other's faces, then Sören shoved Anthony onto his back and kissed him deeply, fiercely.
It had been a long week, and now they were going to have a long weekend, if Sören had anything to say about it.
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