Just before dawn, Anthony's bladder woke him up. But as he looked over and saw Sören laying there next to him - naked - he decided not to get up just yet, and lay there awhile, watching Sören sleep... basking in the deep satisfaction that they were finally together.
Anthony felt that fierce, tight ache in his chest, studying Sören - the mane of dark curls tousled, long lashes framing his cheeks, the full lips slightly parted, breathing slowly. More than ever, Anthony found his beloved the most beautiful thing in the world, and it seemed perfect that their first morning was here, in this wild place full of natural wonder.
Last night had also been perfect. Anthony warmed to the delicious memories his mind's eye played for him - they'd made love all night long, Anthony guessed he'd only gotten a few hours of sleep. He could still smell the musk of their sex. He could still taste Sören, as ravenous as he'd been last night, eating Sören to climax after climax, fingering him until Sören squirted all over his face. And Anthony's body ached from having fucked and fucked, especially when Sören was on all fours and Anthony on his knees, their cunts slapping together, making absolutely obscene suctioning sounds, dripping into a wet spot on the sleeping bags. He thought of how, when he'd spanked Sören's ass, Sören had squirted again, calling him Daddy, and the sweet, sweet euphoria as Sören's contractions set off his own release, feeling so powerfully male.
Anthony was too sore and spent to wake Sören up and invite him to have morning sex, despite the hot mental images of their night of passion. He brought himself back to the present, continuing to gaze upon the man he loved, so grateful that love was returned.
His bladder nagged him again. With a reluctant sigh, Anthony got up, and quietly made his way out of the tent, over to the portable toilet. After he did his business, he stood outside for a few moments, naked, yawning and stretching, watching the twilight fading. As he got back in the tent, Sören sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Anthony said. "I tried to be quiet -"
Sören blinked, and glanced up and down Anthony's naked body, then he let out a wolf whistle. "There are worse things to wake up to than this, elskan."
Anthony laughed, feeling flustered - he enjoyed how much Sören desired him - and then for good measure he turned around and gave a sassy butt wiggle before climbing next to Sören. Sören leaned in and gave him a kiss.
They lay back, face-to-face, holding each other. Anthony tenderly stroked Sören's cheek and tousled his curls, and Sören kissed the tip of his nose. Anthony traced Sören's lips with his thumb, booped his nose, and skritched Sören's beard like a cat. Sören giggled and snuggled closer, and Anthony gave him a squeeze with a happy sigh.
"So, we're really doing this," Sören said softly. "We're together now."
Anthony nodded, smiling. "I can't believe it took us this long to say something. I feel like such an idiot for being afraid you'd reject me, not knowing you felt the same way."
"Well... better late than never." Sören leaned on his shoulder. "I love you, Anthony."
"I love you, Sören." Anthony squeezed him again, and resumed petting Sören's curls. "Thank you for loving me." Anthony closed his eyes and silently prayed, Thank You, Hashem.
They took turns yawning, and laughing at it, and then Sören said, "Now it's my turn to pee. Dammit..."
"And it's my turn to ogle you." Anthony grinned and whistled at Sören's naked ass, even though he was still too spent from last night to do much about it.
After Sören came out of the pop-up tent with the portable toilet, he lingered outside, watching the breaking dawn. Anthony decided to step out and join him. They stood together, naked, hand-in-hand, enjoying the rising sun and the birds greeting the day, the cool breeze. Anthony reflected that there was something pure and innocent about this moment - not in the sense of being without carnal desire, but all the struggles of their lives and troubles of the world seemed far away here, returning to nature, clad with nothing but the sky. Anthony felt all the closer to Sören for sharing this perfect, sacred moment, and Sören seemed to sense it too, putting an arm around him before lowering his head and closing his eyes, whispering a quiet prayer.
When Sören opened his eyes they widened and he pointed off a few feet away, in the direction of the pond. "Look!"
Anthony's jaw dropped and he made an excited little squeak. "SWANS!"
Not thinking, just feeling, caught up in the moment, Anthony rushed over to the pond. He slowed down as he got closer, not wanting to frighten the birds away. There was a mated swan pair with a wedge of fuzzy little cygnets, floating on the small pond. Anthony's eyes teared up. He was an avid birder, when he got time for it, and swans were his very favorite. He didn't even think baby swans were ugly, but cute in an awkward kind of way.
Sören arrived, standing next to him. "Awwww."
"I love swans." Anthony felt sheepish - Sören already knew that, they'd been friends for years - but nonetheless, it felt right to say, as if he was telling the swan family he loved them even though they didn't understand a word he said. His heart filled with joy as the swans continued to glide, at last approaching the end of the pond, and the swan parents ushered their cygnets along into the grass, looking for insects.
Sören turned to Anthony. "You want to go for a dip?"
As the sunrise blazed the sky with gold, Sören and Anthony took to the water. It was a bit colder this early in the morning but still felt refreshing after working up such a sweat last night. Sören splashed handfuls of water over himself, getting his hair and beard wet, and then moved in closer. Once again Anthony savored that sweet feeling of connection and sharing as he watched the wildflowers sway in the breeze, and a couple of butterflies flit through them.
"I need to paint this," Sören said. He made a vague hand gesture at the forest around them. "Of course, it would be more 'inspired by', because my paintings take on a life of their own, but..."
"I'd love to see it." Anthony kissed his cheek. "And it would be a nice souvenir."
"Our paradise," Sören said, and pulled Anthony into a kiss.
Anthony put a hand on Sören's heart, and looked into those warm brown eyes - artist's eyes, painting dreamscapes, the worlds of a beautiful soul. "You are my paradise."
They managed to make it back in a timely manner so Rae wasn't waiting for them very long. Rae had to work today, so on the way home they dropped off Alyx, then Rae.
Once they got home, Anthony started a load of laundry, then helped Sören clean the house, including taking care of the catboxes. The cats pretended that they had never been fed over the weekend, but still had most of a plate's worth of food; Solly and Snúður were happy to see them, while Shmuel was offended by their absence at first, but Anthony bribed him with treats and soon Shmuel was loving up on them too. They took Maimonides for a walk, and when they came back they checked the grocery list and decided a shopping trip was in order.
Chores and errands were a sign that the weekend had come to an end and tomorrow it was back to the daily grind. But things were still different - they would be starting the week as boyfriends... partners. Anthony and Sören walked around the supermarket hand-in-hand, not caring who in 2024 might still disapprove. Anthony relished every moment of togetherness, after waiting so long.
Though they didn't eat the healthiest on their camping trip, Anthony was tired enough, and needing to recharge for tomorrow, that he took Sören down the frozen foods aisle. "You OK with pizza?" he asked.
Sören nodded.
Anthony texted Rae to make sure they were also OK with it, and then he grabbed two pizzas. As he did, Sören retrieved a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and Anthony smiled when he brought it over. "My favorite flavor," he said. Then he leaned in and stole a kiss from Sören. "Actually... you're my favorite flavor."
Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip, and kissed him back.
After their shopping trip and putting the groceries away, it was time to decompress. Anthony and Sören curled up on the couch together, looking for something to watch, and decided on Goncharov, playing on one of the movie channels. Halfway through the movie, Sören got the ice cream and two spoons. They ate it straight from the carton... and took turns spoon-feeding each other. Sören got flirty, licking and sucking the spoon in a sensual, deliberate manner, a promise of what he could do with his lips and tongue. It led to kissing between mouthfuls of ice cream - Rae came back from work to find them kissing, and clapped and cheered.
"It's about fucking time," Rae yelled.
Anthony grinned.
Then Rae made gagging noises. "You guys are gonna give me diabetes, though."
When the movie was over Anthony and Sören took a break to go do their respective things - Anthony checked e-mail and the news, and Sören worked on an art project. Eventually it was time to start dinner, where Rae talked about their workday and Alyx's visit, and then Rae said, "So um... after Dad's phone call, I've been thinking that I want to legally change my name. Not just from Rhiannon to Rae, but I want to take your surname and get rid of his. I'll keep my middle name, since Taylor is pretty gender-neutral."
Anthony nodded, feeling an ache in his chest, wishing once again that Steve wasn't Rae's father... and feeling pride at the person Rae was becoming, more confident in themself. "I'm not going to pressure you to take my surname, that's entirely up to you, but I'd be honored if you did. Though Hewlett-Johnson will take longer to fill out on forms, than Pemberton."
"I know, but it's a small price to pay for just... being done with that, and acknowledging you."
Anthony gave them a hug, and a nose boop. "Let me know how much the change of name will cost, and I'll pay for it."
"OK, thank you. I would have been willing to do it myself -"
"I know, but you can consider it a present. We'll even go with you to see the judge." Anthony glanced over at Sören, who nodded.
Rae cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher, and then they joined Anthony and Sören to play a game of Scrabble. Anthony won thanks to the word "quartz" on what Sören dubbed a "triple nerd score", and Rae shook their fist and promised "I'll get you next time." Anthony stuck his tongue out and Rae made a fart noise.
Anthony and Sören took Maimonides for a walk in the park, enjoying the sunset together, and when they came back, Anthony and Sören traded yawns back and forth. "I think we better call it an early night, since we didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night and I have to go back to work tomorrow," Anthony said. Sören was a remote worker who kept flexible hours, but he nodded.
They showered together, both to save time with getting ready for bed and also because it was a cozy, tender moment - though they were both still worn out from all the sex last night and it was more snuggly than sensual, they had ached for each other's touch for so long that it was just good. Towards the end of their shower they held each other close, leaning on each other, rocking together as the warm water rained down on them, soothing sore muscles. It was the perfect end to what had been a perfect weekend.
A perfect start.
Sören giggled to himself as they toweled off.
"What's so funny?" Anthony asked.
"Oh, you know, we're both trans guys, and we hooked up for the first time in Mansocket." Sören gestured down to his vulva.
Anthony snickered and then swatted Sören's bare ass with his towel. "You're such a fucking dork."
"Thank you. So are you."
"Yeah, we're down with that hot dork-on-dork action." Anthony kissed Sören's nose. "So... speaking of, I'm too tired tonight."
"Hi Too Tired Tonight, I'm Sören."
Anthony rolled his eyes - then he realized there had been a distinct lack of Sören's dad jokes over the last few days, and that was probably because of how nervous Sören had been, waiting for the right time to confess his feelings, and the thought that Sören had longed for him just as much as he'd been pining was like a sucker punch to his heart. Anthony quickly composed himself, not wanting to get choked up right then, and went on, "But I'd like to sleep with you. To sleep. If that's OK."
Sören nodded slowly. "I was gonna ask at some point if you wanted to, like, start sharing a bedroom now."
"I would, if you're OK with that."
"More than OK with it. I really liked when we spooned the other night."
"Good." Anthony cocked his head to one side. "My bedroom or yours?"
"We could share your bedroom, and maybe turn my bedroom into a studio for my art or something?" Sören shrugged. "Pretty neutral on it."
"OK. Well, I like the idea of you having a dedicated space for your beautiful art." Anthony touched Sören's face. "Maybe we could see about getting you some more art supplies, soon, since you'll have more room for them."
"Oh, Anthony..." Sören swallowed hard, and hugged him tight.
"But for now..." Anthony took Sören's hand, and led him to his bedroom. Their bedroom, now.
It started to rain not long after Anthony and Sören went to bed, and all three of the cats joined them on the bed. The sound of rain and purrs quickly lulled Anthony to sleep, and he slept like a log that night.
Anthony woke up an hour before his alarm went off - the usual call of nature, but when he returned to bed he realized he was also ragingly horny, as if his body was compensating for no sex last night, with Sören's body in such close proximity. But Anthony was reluctant to wake Sören up, sleeping so peacefully, so after he got back in bed he tried to quietly, discreetly take care of himself, hand down his boxer-briefs, thinking about their night of passion on the island.
Despite Anthony trying to keep as quiet and still as possible to not wake Sören, when he got more into it, pawing himself harder, breath ragged, Sören's eyes opened. Sören made a little grunt, squinted at the time, then at Anthony. "You OK?'
Anthony still continued touching himself below the sheets, more slowly. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up..."
Then Sören's nostrils twitched and his bleary eyes widened. He glanced at Anthony's shoulder moving and then he smirked. "Are you jerking off?"
Anthony gave a sheepish laugh and stopped. "Yeah. Like I said, I was trying not to wake you..."
Sören leaned in and kissed him. Then Sören's smirk became a grin. "It smells like pussy in here." He licked his lips.
Anthony's cunt twinged, almost coming. Taking that remark as an invitation, he pulled his hand out of his underwear and brought his slick fingers to Sören's lips. Sören sucked Anthony's fingers slowly, their eyes locked, and Anthony groaned, cunt throbbing again.
Sören licked Anthony's fingers clean. "Delicious," he purred, and then he peeled the covers back. He tugged at the hem of Anthony's shirt. Anthony took his shirt off, and as he did that Sören pulled down Anthony's boxer-briefs. Sören was still wearing his own T-shirt and boxers, but before Anthony could suggest that Sören get naked too, Sören gently pushed him back and his hands began roaming, caressing, making Anthony shiver beneath his touch, breaking out in gooseflesh. Sören kissed here, licked there, meeting Anthony's eyes between kisses. "You are so, so fucking sexy."
Anthony smiled. "You're fucking hot yourself."
"Mmmmm." Sören licked at Anthony's chest hair, arm hair, the hair on his thighs, fingers walking, tracing. "So masculine." Sören reached out to stroke Anthony's hard clit with his index finger, and Anthony groaned, his clit twitching in response. "I love your bottom growth."
"It loves you."
Sören laughed, and then he leaned in and drew Anthony's clit into his mouth.
Sören sucked slowly at first, teasingly, then after a few minutes he began bobbing his head back and forth, sucking it hard, rolling it around in his mouth. Watching his clit glide back and forth between Sören's lush lips, like a cock getting a blowjob, made it even hotter. Anthony bit his hand, trying to muffle his groans so Rae wouldn't hear.
Soon Anthony was shaking, panting, lost in the filthy sweetness of Sören's mouth. Sensing he was getting close, Sören began licking at Anthony's clit, fluttering his tongue. Anthony clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a strangled noise, and groaned into his hand as Sören's tongue made streamers with his juices, and Sören smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was doing.
Sören took a few long, slow licks at Anthony's clit, smiling again as it twitched, so close and yet so far. "You're so big, Daddy," Sören whispered. He sucked on it again, slowly, and then he fluttered his tongue some more. "I bet it can fit inside me."
"Oh, fuck." Anthony almost came at the thought of taking Sören... just like so many of his fantasies. He sat up, grabbed a handful of Sören's hair, and pulled him into a kiss, tasting himself. "Is that what you want, then?"
Sören nodded, and lay back, spreading for him. Anthony's breath hitched at the sight of Sören's cream dripping, already so wet.
Anthony got on his knees and straddled Sören's thighs, their cunts lining up. Their clits touched, and Anthony gave a few strokes back and forth before he tilted his hips and moved lower, his hard clit pushing inside Sören's cunt. Anthony gasped and Sören cried out as their bodies fit together, one flesh.
"Shhhh, we have to be quiet," Anthony whispered, laughing softly. Then he groaned at the feel of Sören's tight, velvet walls wrapped aroud his clit-cock... stiffening even more.
Anthony began to rock his hips, thrusting in and out. Nothing had ever felt so good as being inside Sören, like wet silk, kissing his t-dick over and over again. Nothing had ever felt so deliciously male as being inside another man, with his own bottom growth.
And Sören wanted it just as badly as he did - not just acceptance, but desire. Anthony realized that in the urgency of Sören's need to get fucked, he hadn't even taken his shirt off. Anthony lifted Sören's shirt up to get a good look at his beautiful body, running his hands up and down Sören's chest and stomach, playing with the pierced nipples - rubbing, pinching. Sören whimpered and moaned.
"We need to keep it down," Anthony rasped, even though Sören's sounds of pleasure were exciting him. He brought his left hand to Sören's lips and stuck his fingers in Sören's mouth. Sören sucked on his fingers again, moaning softly around them, with a look of such bliss on his face that it was getting harder to hold back.
Anthony grit his teeth, determined to make Sören come first. He pulled out, and rubbed his clit against Sören's clit a few strokes, teasing them both, before slipping inside him again, in and out, the velvet walls rippling around his clit-cock. Each thrust was more and more luscious, building the tension until he was trembling, bucking his hips wildly, their cunts smacking together as his t-dick banged away. Anthony reached in and played with Sören's clit, tugging on it like a cock. Sören whined around the fingers in his mouth, eyes feverish.
Anthony let his fingers slip from Sören's mouth, bringing them down to take over on Sören's clit, his right hand caressing Sören's body, pleasuring his nipples again. "Such a good boy," Anthony whispered.
Their eyes met. "Daddy..."
"Yes, baby." Anthony reveled in it, getting ever closer. "Daddy wants to make you come, baby."
"I'm so close, Daddy."
Anthony continued jerking Sören's clit-cock as his own worked in and out of Sören's juicy cunt, making squishing noises. When Sören whimpered again, eyes wide, Anthony knew he was there, and he gripped Sören's clit harder, giving an encouraging grunt. "Come for Daddy, sweetheart."
Sören gasped, and his mouth opened. Before Sören could let out a scream, Anthony's right hand covered his mouth and Sören sucked on his fingers again as he shuddered. The feel of Sören's cunt pulsing, clenching his clit, set Anthony off, giving a deep groan of satisfaction as his climax began to throb. Anthony sank down into Sören's waiting arms, and sighed with contentment, his orgasm cresting, wave after wave of bliss and relief.
"I love you," Anthony whispered, raining kisses over Sören's face.
"Ég elska þig, elskan mín."
They rubbed noses and smiled at each other. Anthony rested his head on Sören's chest for a little while as Sören held and pet him - the cozy snuggling was just as good as his powerful orgasm. Eventually Anthony glanced over at the clock - it was almost time for his alarm to go off - and he made a disgruntled noise, not really wanting to go to work today and have to disentangle himself from his beloved, but they needed to keep a roof over their heads and there were broken lives to help put back together.
"I don't want to get up," Anthony said, sitting up, rubbing his bleary eyes, stretching and yawning.
"I know. But we have tonight."
Sören sat up too, and Anthony wrapped his arms around him, letting himself just be for awhile longer. After a few minutes Anthony turned to him, stroked his face, and leaned in to give him a little kiss. "We have the rest of our lives."