I'll Love You When You're Ready [2/?]
anonymous
October 25 2009, 20:03:18 UTC
"Where's P'ter?" he asked, half to break the silence and half because he genuinely hadn't seen any sign of his son that morning.
"Oh yes, sorry, I forgot to mention that he's staying with Raivis tonight."
"Hm?"
"I-is that okay? He asked this morning while you were still sleeping, and I didn't want to disturb you..."
"Fine b'me," Berwald said with a shrug, smoothing the worried frown from Tino's brow. He was more concerned with how he fretted over something as simple as asking his permission when he was the boy's 'mother' after all. Still, there was a little movement in his wife's deliciate hands that told him that wasn't all that was troubling him. He sat his spoon down gently, "S'methin' wrong?"
"Oh! It's nothing, really..." he said at once, with a dismissive wave of his hand. However, he quickly wilted under Berwald's steady gaze, "It's just - well, it's just I'm a little bit worried."
"..."
"I mean, Peter's only young and so are Raivis and Eduard and - and what if something were to happen? After all, they are so close to Russia, and you know what he's like especally now Toris has left them. I-I should call him, tell him to come home for dinner or something..."
"It'll b'okay," Berwald said reassuringly, knowing full well that Tino's worries were well founded but couldn't stand to see him so distressed, "P'ter's a clever boy, 'nd Ravis 'nd Eduard're good 'nd kind. He's m'kin' new friends, he needs that. R'member, they're j'st across th' water. He'll b'fine, I promise."
"You're probably right. Yes, yes, Eduard is very trustworthy. Oh Su-san - I just can't help but worry about him sometimes, he's so small..."
"He's tougher th'n you or me anyway," he said, but his wife didn't look any happier. Tears pricked those bright eyes, and a pain twinged deep in his chest at the sight of them. He wished that he could have scooped him up and simply kissed away his concerns rather than fumbling with ungainly, clumsy words but once again he swallowed down his surging emotions with another spoonful of hot plain oatmeal. Tino blinked back the threat of tears and took a deep breath to regain composure, his small hands twisting fretfully in the clean white linen of his neat apron.
"I'm making köttsoppa for lunch," he said levelly - almost brightly again - as he turned back to his chopping board. Berwald nodded even though he couldn't be seen and wolfed down the last of his breakfast. He was certain it would be absolutely delicious as always but the less time he spent with Tino at that moment, the better. He stood quickly and excused himself before swiftly making his escape.
"Yes, I think those bilberries will make a lovely blåbärssoppa."
Berwald's step faultered at the door, just by the place he had been hiding before. He turned and stared at the narrow back of his spouse feeling desperately torn. He groped for something to do, anything short of ordering Peter home.
"I'll...I'll go phone Toris 'n' Feliks. Ask 'em to keep an eye 'n the boys. That'll be enough."
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Well that's all I have for now (I thought I had more, whoops). I hope it's okay, if you're enjoying it I'll post more soon-ish.
Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [2/?]
anonymous
October 25 2009, 22:12:44 UTC
Oooh. This one's already got me absolutely hooked, and we're only halfway started. This tab stays up until the fill is finished, even if it takes forever.
I'll Love You When You're Ready [3/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:09:16 UTC
With leadened limbs, Berwald climbed the wooden stairs to the top floor of their cozy little house. He walked right past the first door to the one at the far end of the hallway, into a small room that was cold and bare but clean. In it, there were two single beds, a bedside table and a lamp . He lit the lamp and shed his clothes before falling gracelessly into whichever bed was closest, feeling exhausted but wide awake. Once again sleep was not going to come easily and could already feel his thoughts starting to tick over as he frowned at the ceiling. It had been a pleasant enough day in it's own new awkward way. After breakfast Berwald had thrown himself headfirst into a pile of paperwork and by lunchtime had finished all of it - even the stuff that didn't require his attention at all. Lunch itself was just as delicious as as he had predicted, and the stilted small talk about the economy as he desperately avoided eye contact could have been worse. After hurriedly clearing the table Berwald had locked himself in his workshop, industriously making more furniture to fill up their already too-full storage. When he reappeared hours later sore-backed and stiff, he found a note on the kitchen table, telling him his dinner was in the oven to keep it warm. A hot fluttering feeling had burst inside him then, and he could have cried from sheer frustration.
Berwald rolled onto his side. His glasses pressed uncomfortably into his face but he didn't care. He stared at the soft glow of a light from downstairs intruding beneath his door letting him know that Tino was still awake and probably would be for some time. Voices and the sound of laughter followed the light to intrude on his peace and he pressed his face further into the pillow. He was probably watching TV, or maybe he was on the phone to Jökull again. Or Lars, god curse that pasty eating moron. He could always make him laugh. Restlessly Berwald rolled onto his other side so he was facing way from the light and wondered if Tino would be in bed already if he knew he would be sleeping alone tonight. He couldn't bring himself to spend another night in such a cold bed, as far away for the other nation as possible without being on the floor. Heaven forbid he should accidentally roll over and throw a sleepy arm around the fitfully slumbering young man. Tino was always such a light sleeper - would a kiss wake him up? Not on the lips. The cheek maybe, or throat laid bare by tossing and turning. Yes, it probably would wake him up. Berwald could imagine those violet eyes wide and wild in the dark - he'd seen it a dozen times before in their early years of their tentative time together when neither trusted the other enough to sleep through every bump in the night. He had given him enough cause to be scared of the dark before they became man and wife, and after too. Sometimes Berwald couldn't help himself, conditioned by centuries of pillaging freely and that's why he couldn't trust himself around Tino anymore. How easy it would be to invade now with bodies softened and weapons blunted by an age of peace and prosperity, how sweet to raise the old standard again!
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Thanks for the positive feedback so far. I'm pretty nervous about this.
I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:12:35 UTC
Already Berwald was palming himself gently, half-hard and only getting harder as one hand gripped himself firmly and the other twisted in the sheets by his side. He had burned for Tino for as long as he could remember and was reduced to stroking himself with increasing urgency alone in the guest bedroom. He had only just begun, but already his breath was coming in light pants. He closed his eyes and imagined that it wasn't his hand, large and work-calloused but small and pale and almost delicate instead. Slowing down he loosened his grip, teasing himself with the slightest twist of his wrist and lightly brushing his thumb across the head with each stroke. A small groan escaped his lips. Yes, he wanted Tino's body - so lithe and so beautiful - more than he could ever say, almost as much as he wanted all the warm in that smile just for him. To melt away years of ice and uncertainty, there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't give for just one hot kiss. Berwald's toes curled, and his knees jerked a little closer to his chest as he curled in on himself. His pace increased once more, and he tried to muffle his quiet sounds of pleasure with his free hand. It's all for you, he though, feeling the pleasure jolt though his body like electricity, Tino, oh god, it's all for you...fuck, I'm so close, Tino - Tino, I'm going t--
"...Papa?"
Berwald felt the mattress dip behind him before he even registered the small voice, filled with uncertainty. Immediately he stopped with every nerve in his body screaming at him to just keep going, and slowly half rolled over. His face was flushed and his shoulders were shaking slightly. He was even slightly out of breath. Peter was kneeling on the edge of his bed in his pajamas, looking slightly worried.
"Are you okay, pa?"
For a moment Berwald was at a loss for words to say. His mind was struggling to recover, but he was singularly aware that his young son had just walk in on his furiously masturbating. He prayed to god that the boy was still too young to figure out what he was doing.
"'M fine. Bad dream," he grunted dismissively. He rolled over properly and Peter seemed to take this as a sign to climb onto the bed beside him. Berwald was thankful the heavy blankets were thick enough to hide his stubborn erection, "What're y'doin' home? Thought y'were at Ravis's house?"
Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:23:17 UTC
Auther!Anon here - oh dear, I just notice repeated "slightly" about a hundred times in that. That will teach me to post after midnight!
Some notes so far (just to clear up): köttsoppa - a type of stew blåbärssoppa - bilberry soup Jökull, Lars - Because I don't believe they have official names yet, this is Iceland and Denmark
Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 15:15:10 UTC
Oh wow. Peter's appearance actually startled me. Do you know what it takes for a story to startle me these days? A lot.
My heart absolutely aches for Berwald, because I understand exactly what he feels like. Well...since I never lived in the viking ages, I've never made anyone afraid of me...but still. I just want to give him a gigantic hug.
Ah, Peter. Now the interesting part begins. My only hope for this fic is that it stays just as wonderful as it's been thus far...including the pacing. This is a story that needs time to build, I can tell, and I just love some delicious tension with my delicious fic.
All the above can be summed up in two words: Keep. Going.
"Where's P'ter?" he asked, half to break the silence and half because he genuinely hadn't seen any sign of his son that morning.
"Oh yes, sorry, I forgot to mention that he's staying with Raivis tonight."
"Hm?"
"I-is that okay? He asked this morning while you were still sleeping, and I didn't want to disturb you..."
"Fine b'me," Berwald said with a shrug, smoothing the worried frown from Tino's brow. He was more concerned with how he fretted over something as simple as asking his permission when he was the boy's 'mother' after all. Still, there was a little movement in his wife's deliciate hands that told him that wasn't all that was troubling him. He sat his spoon down gently, "S'methin' wrong?"
"Oh! It's nothing, really..." he said at once, with a dismissive wave of his hand. However, he quickly wilted under Berwald's steady gaze, "It's just - well, it's just I'm a little bit worried."
"..."
"I mean, Peter's only young and so are Raivis and Eduard and - and what if something were to happen? After all, they are so close to Russia, and you know what he's like especally now Toris has left them. I-I should call him, tell him to come home for dinner or something..."
"It'll b'okay," Berwald said reassuringly, knowing full well that Tino's worries were well founded but couldn't stand to see him so distressed, "P'ter's a clever boy, 'nd Ravis 'nd Eduard're good 'nd kind. He's m'kin' new friends, he needs that. R'member, they're j'st across th' water. He'll b'fine, I promise."
"You're probably right. Yes, yes, Eduard is very trustworthy. Oh Su-san - I just can't help but worry about him sometimes, he's so small..."
"He's tougher th'n you or me anyway," he said, but his wife didn't look any happier. Tears pricked those bright eyes, and a pain twinged deep in his chest at the sight of them. He wished that he could have scooped him up and simply kissed away his concerns rather than fumbling with ungainly, clumsy words but once again he swallowed down his surging emotions with another spoonful of hot plain oatmeal. Tino blinked back the threat of tears and took a deep breath to regain composure, his small hands twisting fretfully in the clean white linen of his neat apron.
"I'm making köttsoppa for lunch," he said levelly - almost brightly again - as he turned back to his chopping board. Berwald nodded even though he couldn't be seen and wolfed down the last of his breakfast. He was certain it would be absolutely delicious as always but the less time he spent with Tino at that moment, the better. He stood quickly and excused himself before swiftly making his escape.
"Yes, I think those bilberries will make a lovely blåbärssoppa."
Berwald's step faultered at the door, just by the place he had been hiding before. He turned and stared at the narrow back of his spouse feeling desperately torn. He groped for something to do, anything short of ordering Peter home.
"I'll...I'll go phone Toris 'n' Feliks. Ask 'em to keep an eye 'n the boys. That'll be enough."
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Well that's all I have for now (I thought I had more, whoops). I hope it's okay, if you're enjoying it I'll post more soon-ish.
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Berwald rolled onto his side. His glasses pressed uncomfortably into his face but he didn't care. He stared at the soft glow of a light from downstairs intruding beneath his door letting him know that Tino was still awake and probably would be for some time. Voices and the sound of laughter followed the light to intrude on his peace and he pressed his face further into the pillow. He was probably watching TV, or maybe he was on the phone to Jökull again. Or Lars, god curse that pasty eating moron. He could always make him laugh. Restlessly Berwald rolled onto his other side so he was facing way from the light and wondered if Tino would be in bed already if he knew he would be sleeping alone tonight. He couldn't bring himself to spend another night in such a cold bed, as far away for the other nation as possible without being on the floor. Heaven forbid he should accidentally roll over and throw a sleepy arm around the fitfully slumbering young man. Tino was always such a light sleeper - would a kiss wake him up? Not on the lips. The cheek maybe, or throat laid bare by tossing and turning. Yes, it probably would wake him up. Berwald could imagine those violet eyes wide and wild in the dark - he'd seen it a dozen times before in their early years of their tentative time together when neither trusted the other enough to sleep through every bump in the night. He had given him enough cause to be scared of the dark before they became man and wife, and after too. Sometimes Berwald couldn't help himself, conditioned by centuries of pillaging freely and that's why he couldn't trust himself around Tino anymore. How easy it would be to invade now with bodies softened and weapons blunted by an age of peace and prosperity, how sweet to raise the old standard again!
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Thanks for the positive feedback so far. I'm pretty nervous about this.
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"...Papa?"
Berwald felt the mattress dip behind him before he even registered the small voice, filled with uncertainty. Immediately he stopped with every nerve in his body screaming at him to just keep going, and slowly half rolled over. His face was flushed and his shoulders were shaking slightly. He was even slightly out of breath. Peter was kneeling on the edge of his bed in his pajamas, looking slightly worried.
"Are you okay, pa?"
For a moment Berwald was at a loss for words to say. His mind was struggling to recover, but he was singularly aware that his young son had just walk in on his furiously masturbating. He prayed to god that the boy was still too young to figure out what he was doing.
"'M fine. Bad dream," he grunted dismissively. He rolled over properly and Peter seemed to take this as a sign to climb onto the bed beside him. Berwald was thankful the heavy blankets were thick enough to hide his stubborn erection, "What're y'doin' home? Thought y'were at Ravis's house?"
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Some notes so far (just to clear up):
köttsoppa - a type of stew
blåbärssoppa - bilberry soup
Jökull, Lars - Because I don't believe they have official names yet, this is Iceland and Denmark
Sleep now, try and post more tomorrow.
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Keep up the good work.
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My heart absolutely aches for Berwald, because I understand exactly what he feels like. Well...since I never lived in the viking ages, I've never made anyone afraid of me...but still. I just want to give him a gigantic hug.
Ah, Peter. Now the interesting part begins. My only hope for this fic is that it stays just as wonderful as it's been thus far...including the pacing. This is a story that needs time to build, I can tell, and I just love some delicious tension with my delicious fic.
All the above can be summed up in two words: Keep. Going.
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Beside I totally understand his frustration. It's never funny to feel like this. :'(
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