The Orchestra - Sinfónia Lifsins - 17. Genius Plan

“Anyway, I’ve been spending so much time with you and kissing you and hugging you that I think I got addicted to it. I have a crush on you. And I want to be your boyfriend. Do you want to go out with me and make all the stuff we have already been doing official?”

The scene was like this: Gunni was on my lap, lying quietly and cutely like an overgrown baby. We were sitting on a log passing for a bench outside the restaurant. My hand touched his messy bangs, more because I liked to touch them than out of any sense of OCDness. He looked cuter when his hair was messy and his face blushed like it wanted to store the world’s supply of red ink.

“Go out? As in… dating?” he asked in his shyest tone, like he was afraid of finding out the answer. He shouldn’t be afraid of me. It wasn’t right.

“As in ‘being my boyfriend’. And dating, obviously. It’s loads of fun. Though I haven’t actually dated anyone in Iceland yet.” The scene changed to Gunni getting curious about this timely hint of my past. His eyes widened and he bit his lip, like he was trying hard to keep quiet. I wanted to kiss his cute face so bad. “What is it? Something you want to ask?”

“Well…” Gunni was trying to not look at me. I flashed my best encouraging smile and stroked his hair for good measure. It wouldn’t do for my boyfriend to be afraid of me. “I haven’t even answered your first question yet…”

“If you have an answer, I’m happy to hear it anytime. If you still want to think about it, we can change the subject for a while until you feel more like it.”

“Ok.”

“See? No worries. I’m a nice guy. And I’m not just saying it so you’ll feel like you have to say ‘yes’ to me.” I laughed. Gunni didn’t follow, but he finally smiled. “Now, ask something. Preferably about my past relationships. I’m in a mood for epic revelations today.”

“Have you really never dated anyone in Iceland?”

The scene changed again. Gunni seemed a lot more comfortable after the laughing and smiling; his body was completely relaxed on my lap.

“Nope. I mean, I came over because my then-boyfriend promised to marry me here, but after we broke up I didn’t feel like seeing anyone. You’re the first guy I feel like dating in three years. Isn’t that cool?”

“Why me? Do you really like me that much or…?”

“I kind of like you, yeah. Not as much as you like Siggi, but enough that I feel it would be fun getting together.” Gunni had to stop to think after this. His eyes scanned my face and his hand played with the fabric of my sleeve. He was probably thinking of Siggi again. Poor guy. He needed some help. “You know, I said I don’t want to force you to do anything, but if you and I are an official couple, it would give you lots of excuses to go to my house and stay with us. It would be the perfect opportunity for you to spend more time around Siggi and crack his stubborn overcoat of anger once and for all.”

“You want me to date you so I can make Siggi like me? But if you like me too, then that means…” Poor Gunni was even more confused. I stroked his hair again, using it as an excuse to get closer to his face. We ended up in that kind of pose of ‘Prince Charming about to kiss Snow White’, and he blushed a little, but didn’t do anything to indicate he wanted me to back off.

“Well, the way I like you is different from the way you like Siggi. For your crush to resist all of his arseholeness, it must be something a lot stronger. So if I get to have some fun with you for a while and help you to get the love of your life in the process, I think we all get something out of it.”

“But if Siggi and I get together, what will you do?”

“The same as usual: find someone to fuck, drink some vodka, fuck again. I’m not made for lasting relationships anyway, so I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so…” Gunni was smiling, if only a tiny bit. He probably didn’t even realise it.

“So, is that a ‘yes’, then? Can I call you my boyfriend and make a huge announcement to everyone else?”

“Ah…” And his face became fully red again. His neck and ears followed suit. “I don’t know about public announcements…”

“But it’s a yes, though? You’re talking like it is.”

“If you don’t mind me liking Siggi…”

“I wouldn’t have asked you out if I did.” I couldn’t wait to see Siggi’s face when he heard the news. Or Karen’s.

“Then I suppose… yes.”

“Aw, Gunni, I’m so happy! Can I kiss you?”

Gunni was smiling very happily when he nodded. I made sure our first kiss as a couple was the best we’d ever had. It was so passionate Gunni ended up grabbing my neck and shoulder to stabilise himself. It put Prince Charming and Snow White and their boring child-friendly kiss to shame.

“Wow, that was…” Gunni had that expression of surprisingly happy shock when we finally pulled apart. He kept holding onto me, though, and I made sure I was holding him tightly too.

“And there’s much more where this one came from!”

“Ah…” Gunni was hesitating again. It wasn’t very hard to figure out what he was thinking. Not when one of my hands was fully latched onto his ass.

“Hey, don’t worry, just because we’re dating it doesn’t mean I won’t let you set the pace anymore. We won’t do anything you don’t want to, and you don’t have to feel pressured into going for anything you are not ready for.” My hand came out of his ass to his cheek. He liked when I touched his cheek for some reason.

“But aren’t you always doing… you know…?”

“Well, I was thinking that we could have a kind of open relationship, so I’m still free to fuck people if I want, and you don’t have to think I’m desperate for sex with you.”

“But isn’t it cheating?” Aw, poor Gunni was still so new to the facts of life. It would be my pleasure to teach him all about it.

“It’s not cheating if we both know what’s going on and don’t mind it.”

“Ok…” Nope, he still wasn’t happy. The scene was changing in a direction I didn’t like at all.

“You don’t like the idea of me fucking other people when you aren’t around?”

“I’m not sure. I didn’t think it was possible to do it without cheating, so I’m a bit…”

“Overwhelmed?” Gunni nodded and buried his face in my coat. He shouldn’t be so scared of disappointing me. I wasn’t a scary communist bear. I tried my best to cheer him up by tightening my hold on him and putting on my best confident smile; the kind that made Siggi rolls his eyes but that Gunni seemed to like a lot. “That’s fine. Take your time digesting that information.”

“You’re going to do it, then? Fuck other people?”

“I can’t live without fucking, Gunni. This is the one thing I can’t give up no matter what.”

“Ok… I guess it can’t be that bad.” The scene changed again, this time for the best. I smiled like I had just won the lottery so he could see my delight and be more convinced he had made the right decision, but Gunni still looked like he needed some convincing. I wanted to kiss him. And maybe give him some cake. Hopefully he liked chocolate cake.

“It isn’t. And it means you can be sure I won’t be dying to release all my sexual energy on you, which means you’ll call the shots in bed. And other places too.”

“Ok… I guess it can’t be that bad.” Gunni’s face shone bright red, but he was definitely smiling happily now. Mission accomplished! The cake would have to wait now.

“Shall we seal this agreement with another kiss, then?” The kiss, on the other hand, had become an urgent matter. He was far too cute smiling and blushing to not be kissed or at least groped.

“You said I’m calling the shots. Then shouldn’t I decide when we kiss?” What was that expression I could see on his face? Was it an evil smirk of cock-blocking?

“I’m just giving you a suggestion.” Yes, it was. Gunni was still grinning. He was just crossing the line between cute cute and cute sexy. This was going better than I ever dreamed.

“Then I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to take it…”

The scene changed again. We did the Prince Charming and Snow White Adult Version kiss and Gunni didn’t seem bothered that I was grabbing his ass all along. I made us shift positions so that I was lying on the log and he was sitting on top of me, unwittingly pinning me down with his weight. He looked gorgeous from this angle.

“I don’t mind if we stay that way for the rest of the night.”

“But don’t you want to eat?”

“Do you want to go back there and face Siggi while I tell everyone of our elopement?” Gunni lay on top of me with his head just under mine as soon as he felt his usual blush coming back. I hugged him for reassurance. He was really fluffy with his thick purple wool jumper. It looked cute on him too.

“Can’t we skip that part?”

“You’ll have to face him sooner or later. The sooner the better, usually.”

“He won’t like it, will he?”

“Not at first, but as soon as we put our plan into motion he will change his mind.” Gunni hugged me. I kissed his forehead. And then I messed with his hair until I felt his body melt against mine.

“When should I talk to him?”

“Whenever you want. If you’re still up to it, I can make it so the two of you talk today before the party is over. It was our original plan, after all…”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

“You most definitely can.” The scene changed just slightly. I ran my hand over his back and watched him relax again, closing his eyes and smiling just a tiny bit. “Siggi needs to learn a few things about dealing with people, particularly those close to him. He needs a reality check, and it’s about time he gets one.”

“Then why don’t you do it?”

“Because he won’t take me seriously. And because I would want to fuck him before I finished.” Gunni lifted his head to look at me with that face of a child who has just realised his parents had to have sex in order for him to exist. “Hey, we were sucking each other off not that long ago. You shouldn’t be that surprised.”

“Sorry. I’m still not used to…”

“To how much sexy fun there is in my life?” Gunni nodded. By now it probably should go without saying that he was blushing considerably too. “You’ll get used to it soon enough.”

The scene was like this: Gunni lay over my body, hugging me by the neck and resting his head comfortably over my chest. I had one of my hands in his hair and the other hugging him around the middle of his back. There was not much noise apart from our breathing and the echoes of thirty-odd people enjoying delicious food behind closed doors. The night was calm, Gunni was having a good time and I was glad things were going so right.

(...)

Things went even better when Gunni took a level in badass and finally said some things Siggi desperately needed to hear. Our cuddling was probably behind it somehow. When the three of us went outside he seemed a lot more confident and sexy than when he stepped out for the first time. Siggi was royally pissed, but that was the fun part. Besides, he looked absolutely adorable with Gunni’s coat over his shoulder. He should wear colourful clothes more often. The dark blue and dark green and black and gray of his everyday clothing was getting too repetitive and depressing. He needed some yellow and red stuff too. Maybe I should get him some for Christmas.

But I had promised him a new butt-plug. I guess I would have to get both.

It was a shame Gunni and Siggi’s first face-off didn’t have that much impact. Gunni came back even clingier; Siggi had probably been very mean to him. He looked quite scared when he looked at me too. Maybe I should ask him exactly what they were talking about.

The goodbyes would’ve been a very sad affair if Gunni’s deliriously hot cousin hadn’t appeared out of thin air to pick him up. He could’ve been a knight on a white horse, if his posh car could be considered a four-legged animal.

“Hi, there, I’m Dmitri, nice to meet you. I’m impressed; hotness must run in your family.” I wanted him in my bed. We could have so much fun together. I didn’t even need to close my eyes to image his wonderfully strong arms pinning me down the bed…

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too. Gunni has told us a couple of things about you.”

“Just a couple? Well, you’ll get to know a lot more from now on, ‘cause as of tonight, we’re officially in a relationship.”

“Oh, are you?”

The scene was quite entertaining: Eiri, Gunni, and I were outside in front of the knight’s horse. My boyfriend had been just standing beside me until that point, but when his cousin turned to him with an air of incredulity and amazement, Gunni decided to answer by grabbing my arm, nodding and burning his cheeks once more. His cousin laughed and I joined in.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you. Jó will love the news! You must come for a party at some point.” We shook hands like boring businesspeople, though all I really wanted was to jump on his arms and take him home for the night.

“Definitely. You set a date and I’ll be there!” And if by then Gunni was still not ready for real fucking, we would definitely have an orgy for the over-twenties of his household.

“Around the new year is probably best. We’ll be busy until then, but…”

“That sounds great! We’ll be on our break too, so nothing will stand in our way.” Nothing could ever stand in the way of a threesome.

“Great, that’s settled, then!”

And on that happy note I said goodbye to Gunni for the day. He didn’t want passionate kisses in front of his cousin, but at least I managed to discreetly grab hold of his ass. The knight of the motored horse left with my dear boyfriend and all I could do to not die of desperate desire for that sexy demon of a man was to grab Siggi as soon as he was done and make out with him all the way home.

All that sexiness was followed by a not-really-sexy-but-thoroughly-amusing moment of Karen trying to deny she was no longer a young adult for the past two weeks. Then it was back to the bedroom and to regularly scheduled fun sexiness.

Siggi was disappointing as a top. His dick was ok size-wise, but he lacked the attitude. He put his ass up the air like no one else I knew, and even his rides weren’t bad, at least when they didn’t involve rivers of blood or extreme allergic reactions. I had put him in the hospital twice now, though neither of those times was entirely my own fault.

Though I suppose I could have done more to stop him…

Either way, another night with him trying to top wouldn’t be too much fun. We needed something different and I knew exactly what I wanted.

“You’re taking ‘self-fucking’ to a whole new level.”

Evidently, dear Siggi, evidently. Being fucked by my own dick was fun, though it made me kind of envious of the people who got to feel the real thing.

Siggi and I had made the dildo moulded after my real deal, out of curiosity at first. Siggi was curious to see if he could take two of me at the same time. Long story short, he didn’t. It was too painful beyond the first few seconds.

Maybe I should be thankful Siggi didn’t think of doubling the amount of dick on his suicidal stunt. There had been enough blood with just one of them.

(...)

“Do you know if Kresten will be coming this year too?”

Karen and Gísli had been eating breakfast for a while when Siggi and I got there. I had dreamed of bloody dicks again, so I wasn’t properly awake yet. I needed vodka. Lots of it.

“He always comes. He loves us.”

“He loves you guys, he doesn’t even look at the girls!” Aw, Karen, sorry if the hottest Danish tenor in existence happened to be gay. You should snog your sorrows on one of the thousands of straight opera singers who came to be our soloists. At least one of them was bound to like you. Sure, you were getting older now, but most of the guys were in their forties anyway. And there were always the lesbians.

“I think his like is specifically for Dmitri.”

“Nah, he has fucked you too, Siggi.” I was there, I remembered it very well. Particularly when I was alone in bed. Or more generally bored and in need of a wank.

“He fucked me in my first year only. Last time he didn’t even look at me.”

“That was because Dmitri kept him busy.” Right I did, Karen. So busy I could hardly sit on my chair after the break. And later almost couldn’t walk out of his hotel room.

The man was strong. And sexy as hell.

“I don’t think it was only that. Dmitri gave him plenty of attention in my first year too.”

“Are you trying to imply something?” Gísli made a cute face of wonder that wasn’t really that much wonder, but more like disguised certainty.

“Other than the fact that Kresten likes to have fun with new blood and that it could potently end very badly for a certain kid we happen to have taken on board, no, I’m not implying anything.”

“I’m going to talk to Gunni today about it. It’s my duty as his awesome boyfriend to warn him of potential sex maniacs roaming around the Christmas Concert.” Not that Kresten would try to force our leader to do anything, but still… If Gunni wasn’t properly warned, he would blush so much at the tenor’s first inappropriate sexual advance, he would probably have a heart attack.

“Someone should warn him about you, then.”

“Well played, Siggi, well played.”

Siggi grinned and I threatened to throw peanuts at him. He gave me the finger and I put it in my mouth.

Things escalated quickly from there. Like the good old times. Like it should always be. Though the poor breakfast table probably disagreed.