The Cardmaker and the Caretaker - 12. Chapter 12 Romantic night

The intimate time we’ve all been waiting for.
Do I need to do a ‘sexual content’ warning? No? That’s what I thought.  

This time Michael didn’t object when his dad took him into the guest room. Grethe followed, after saying good night to Patrick, and the cardmaker managed to keep cool and act normally. As soon as she disappeared into her room, he rose, switched off the lights and went upstairs to get ready for bed. A quick shower ended his preparations and he slipped into the silk briefs he’d bought on the way back from the solicitor’s office. He came out of the bathroom to find his lover waiting for him in the corridor.

The blond Dane immediately fixed his compelling azure gaze on the expectant brown eyes and the tension spiked within seconds. Neither man spoke, but went into the bedroom together. A large candle on the chest of drawers was lit as was the far bedside lamp, creating an intimate atmosphere. The top of the blue bedspread was turned down, revealing the two pillows and duvets in unfamiliar pristine white linen with a subtle geometric pattern.

Peter closed the door behind them, and the sound of the lock being turned was loud in the anticipatory quiet of the room. There was no doubt his partner wanted to be undisturbed and in charge of the situation which suited Patrick perfectly. He let himself be lead over and seated on the bed and Peter sat down next to him. From somewhere behind him he produced a folded piece of paper, a small black box, and a single red rose.

“Patrick, my love, I’m free to make love to you the way we want. The test results from the clinic are on here, if you’d like to see them.” He waved the paper slightly, and Patrick shook his head. Of course he trusted his lover. His attention was on the black box, which had an unknown name embossed in gold on the top.

“You’ve already agreed to marry me, making me the happiest man in the world. But I’d like us to be engaged the Danish way.” He opened the box to reveal two identical rings, and Patrick gasped at the beauty of them. They were white gold with a small heart-shaped ruby flanked by two diamonds inset in the wide and fairly thick bands. “They are meant to be worn on the left hand and changed over to the right when we marry. At that time we’ll have them engraved with names and the date.”

He took out the slightly smaller of the two rings, and Patrick held out his left hand, which was shaking from excitement. Peter slid the ring on his finger, making sure the pointed end of the small ruby heart was innermost. He held out the box and Patrick managed to wrest the other ring from the velvet grip.

“I love the rings, and I love you, Peter.” He pushed the ring onto his fiancé’s left hand and moments later their lips were crushed together in a long, intense kiss.

As they parted, Peter held out the rose, which was slightly flattened from being caught between them. “I love you, and I want us to be together forever.”

Patrick took the rose and inhaled the soft perfume from the red petals. He loved how Peter romanced him without apology for being soppy at times. The rose would be dried and kept as a cherished memento of this night, and they would wear sister blooms at their lapels when wedded. A fleeting vision of that future event teased his inner eye, but Patrick pushed it away. The present moment was too important.

His fiancé was claiming his lips again and their tongues entwined. Peter pushed him back on the bed and his hands caressed Patrick’s chest and hip. “Mmm, I love the briefs, but I want you naked in our bed. Can I take them off?”

“Yes, but only if I get to see you naked first.”

Peter laughed and stood up. All he was wearing was a T-shirt and loose boxers. He peeled the top off and dropped the underwear before Patrick could do more than gasp. For the first time he saw his lover completely naked in all his glory and the sight was breath-taking and arousing. Peter was fully erect and his thick manhood rose impressively from a nest of dark blond curls. The foreskin was half retracted from the glistening tip and Patrick salivated at the thought of sliding the smooth head into his mouth and tasting.

But he also wanted to play with the abundant chest hair and the nipples poking up underneath. Not to mention the taut muscular buttocks which were displayed as his lover slowly turned a full circle to let him feast his eyes on the tantalizing body.

Next thing he knew, Peter had jumped on the bed. “Now I get to unwrap my Valentine’s gift and taste every delicious part, yes?”

He could only nod and surrender to the warm hands which eagerly caressed him, the blue eyes admiring him, and the mouth which kissed and licked each body part. All the time Peter murmured his appreciation of his lover’s smooth skin and responsive nipples, the taut stomach with a ticklish navel, the slender hips and strong legs. The litany went on and on as he worshipped Patrick’s body with fingers, lips and tongue. He finished by nibbling at ‘your delicious, tasty neck’ before once more taking his fill of his lover’s lips.

Finally, Peter removed the last barrier, and Patrick sighed in relief and anticipation as his precum-soaked briefs were pushed down. He wanted to beg for his lover’s touch, but knew too much attention to his dick would probably cause his aching balls to unload immediately. Not to mention how he’d react to being engulfed by a hot, wet mouth.

“Oh fuck, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. But I’m grateful you’re long rather than wide,” Peter whispered.

The brunet had no time to warn Peter who ran his tongue from base to tip of Patrick’s manhood and sucked the head in. As one hand enclosed his balls and the other his shaft, the desperate brunet moaned and bucked his hips. Peter’s tongue prodded the slit and circled the glans ridge once, and he was rewarded with a hoarse ‘oh, no, no, ahhhh’ and a burst of tangy cream in his mouth. Patrick cried out in helpless ecstasy as he spurted again and again and felt his lover swallow every drop.

When it was over, he tried to apologize, but Peter chuckled. “Don’t be sorry, I knew exactly what would happen. I wanted to taste you and take the edge off. Now we can take our time and explore, before we make love.” He gave him a slightly salty kiss and fondled his ass. “I particularly want to spend time on this part of your sexy body, and I have the feeling you’re ready for me to do so. But, please tell me honestly: do you want to pop my cherry first?”

Patrick looked up into his lover’s anxious blue eyes. He knew Peter probably wasn’t prepared for this step, the way he had done before his shower. But more importantly, he wanted to bottom before he topped, because he needed to gain experience before being in charge. However, he decided to voice the main reason he had no objection to going first.

“Thank you for the offer, babe. I look forward to making love to you too. But the truth is I’ve wanted to feel you inside me ever since the first time you kissed me. I’ve dreamt of and longed for the moment you take me, make us one.” Patrick whispered the last part shyly. Peter’s hot body was pressed against him, and he knew his lover could feel he was still erect. There was no denying the thought of being fucked excited him immensely.

“To sjæle, én tanke[1] or Great minds think alike, eh? I want to be inside you so badly.”

It was like a dam broke, and Peter’s need for him, emotionally and physically, flooded the cardmaker’s senses, making him gasp and tighten his hold on the strong body next to him. How wonderful to feel his fiancé’s longing, to know he wasn’t the only one to feel such wanton desire. But most significant was the realisation that a huge part of his man’s overwhelming need was to cherish and pamper and take care of Patrick. Letting Peter do so wasn’t selfish, easy surrender, or passive; it was answering some deep and urgent instincts and to deny him would be tantamount to pushing him away.

“I love you, Peter. Please make love to me.” No more needed to be said. He rolled over on his front and eagerly spread his legs, when Peter pulled on his hips to get his ass in position.

His hunky Viking had already been caressing the taut buttocks in a possessive manner, but now he spread them to expose the hidden bud, making a shiver of anticipation run down Patrick’s spine. The hot mouth placed kisses on his ass, travelled over both balls, nibbled its way along his taint and found the most intimate place. Moist breath tickled and a wet tongue licked and prodded, until Patrick thought he might explode from need and lust. He knew about rimming in theory, but he’d never expected to like it this much.

The foreplay went on for a long time, and as predicted, Patrick ended up pleading for his Valentine to take him. He felt no shame over being desperately eager to be fucked and telling his man so. “Please, Peter. I need you to fuck me. I love you.”

Peter’s mouth was replaced by fingers with lube preparing and stretching. All the time he felt kisses and caresses and small bites on his thighs, buttocks, back and neck. Peter guided him to lie on his back and took a few moments to add more lube, while licking Patrick’s cock teasingly.

“I want to see your eyes when we make love.”

Patrick agreed wholeheartedly but could only express it by spreading his legs and moaning, brown eyes huge and staring beseechingly up into heated blue orbs as Peter slicked up his cock and moved into position. Their gazes never faltered as the blond man slowly pressed inside his virgin Valentine.

Patrick had read plenty of stories about the pain of penetration and he’d experienced the initial discomfort of using a dildo. But his body welcomed the intrusion and the thick shaft filling his ass brought nothing except an exquisite joy. Slowly stretching his slick tunnel and sliding over the sensitive spot inside him, Peter’s manhood made his own cock lurch and dribble precum. Withdrawing just as carefully and once more pushing deep inside, his fiancé went on to fulfil every dream he had of making love.

Peter’s naked torso was raised above him on two strong arms, and his lover was looking down at him with blue eyes full of desire and love. Patrick tore away his gaze and dropped it down to their joined bodies to see his legs spread wide, accommodating Peter’s hips as his lover thrust into him, again and again. Back up to the handsome face, he took time to admire and touch abs, pecs and blond chest hair shining with sweat, tracing the broad shoulders and muscular arms.

“So hot, so tight. It’s too good. I’m not going to last.” The strain in his voice told Patrick how close he was. “I love you.” The intense blue eyes closed for a moment, and Patrick pulled his Valentine down and kissed him.

Thank God he wasn’t alone in losing control from the fabulous sensations created by their lovemaking. As his cock was trapped between their stomachs, he bucked up in time with the rhythmic thrusts of his lover. His hands grabbed Peter’s ass to keep him close enough to grind against and he barely managed declare his impending orgasm.

“I’m there, just let go. Please. I love you. Oh god yes, yes. Yeeesss.”

Patrick had never known how loud he could get. But having Peter swell and come inside him in wet pulses, just as he fell over the edge and unloaded between them, caused both men to utter hoarse cries of exquisite enjoyment. His partner’s face was hidden against his neck and he was mumbling and panting heavily as they slowly came down from the heights of passion. Patrick had nothing to say. If this was what sex was like, he’d never get enough.

He couldn’t help the spasm of his well-stretched hole at the thought of being fucked again. Both men grunted, as his sphincter contracted around a slowly deflating cock. The blond Dane pushed up on one arm and used his other hand to grab some paper towels from the nearest bedside table. Sharing them, the two men managed to extract and wipe themselves without soiling the bed.

After a quick visit to the bathroom they switched off the light, including the candle, and cuddled in bed. This time Patrick noticed the soft smooth feeling of the sheet and the covers, which had to belong to Peter.

“This bed linen feels nice, luxurious almost.”

“I bought the set and the sheet in Copenhagen and washed them before I came back. Moster Grethe ironed them for me this morning. It’s Georg Jensen Damask, the highest quality Danish bed linen available. Only the best is good enough for you, especially your first time.”

To his dismay the words made him giggle. “Peter, you’re even more romantic than I am.” He quickly added, “But I love it. It’s wonderful. I thought I was hopelessly old-fashioned and soppy about love. It’s nice to meet a kindred spirit.” A relief actually, since it meant he might act on various ideas he had.

Peter shrugged. “I suppose pampering your lover is romantic, though I didn’t think of it like that. To me the rose was the only soppy bit. All the rest is done for my benefit too.” He was disarmingly candid.

“You need to be cared for, and I want to have a lover to spoil and cherish. You may think me primitive for my protective urges, but I can’t help it. Please let me indulge myself.” Patrick nodded, secure in the knowledge that his Valentine Viking meant every word.

If the reward for years of loneliness and longing for love was pampering by a handsome, loving man for the rest of his life, the cardmaker considered it well worth the wait and the heartache. He snuggled closer and breathed in the intoxicating mixture of scents from the warm body next to him.

“Mmmm, that’s fine with me, stud. You can take care of my needs any time you want.”

There was a short silence and then Peter cleared his throat. “Okaaay, uhm, what kind of needs are we talking about here? I mean apart from…” His voice hovered between laughter and desire.

“Oh, I have a looong list, but don’t worry. You fulfil most of them simply by being here.” Patrick moved enough to be able to kiss the warm lips and run his hand through damp blond locks.

“Tell me, please, and I’ll reveal my needs in return.”

“You give me love, a family, friendship, company. My home is no longer empty, nor is my life lonely. You care about me, desire me, support me in every way. You share your thoughts, your joys and sorrows and you take part in mine too. You give me trust and a purpose in life, confidence to try new things and open my mind and soul to others. You are the answer to every dream of mine – including the wet ones.”

Peter looked almost embarrassed while he spoke, but when Patrick added the last part, his lover grinned and nodded. “Mine too. I guess we fit each other perfectly, because you give me all I need; sometimes almost before I know what I want myself.”

The two voices urging him in the back of his mind were hardly necessary; the cardmaker knew he’d been presented with the perfect opportunity.

“Uhmm, about that; I do have a special advantage.” He couldn’t help tensing up; he’d never discussed this with anyone, not even his parents. But this was Peter, the man who had thrown all caution to the winds and asked him to be his Valentine, without them having even acknowledged their mutual attraction. He had entrusted him with his son and his heart, been honest about who he was and what he wanted, taken the news about his wealth in his stride and uprooted his whole existence to be with him. How could he not return such utter trust?

He pulled away to look at Peter, who simply gazed back with caring, questioning eyes. Patrick swallowed once and decided to get it all out.

“I have a sixth sense, not like the movie, but I can somehow read the emotions and intentions of other people when I interact with them. I use it in the card shop to find out what the customers genuinely feel about the recipients of my cards. But apart from that, it’s more a curse than a gift.”

There was a short silence while Peter digested his words. Patrick’s own emotions were running too high for him to get any sense of what the other man was feeling.

“If you knew how I felt about you, why were you so surprised when I asked you to make me a Valentine’s card?” There was no accusation, only puzzlement.

“That’s why it’s a mixed blessing. I didn’t know how you felt until that moment. But once you opened my eyes I felt so much love it swept me away. In a way, I’m glad I didn’t sense your attraction, because I fell in love with you all on my own, even if I tried to stop myself, thinking it was hopeless.”

“And now?”

“Now I get these wonderfully warm, caring, amazing sensations from you whenever my ESP kicks in. They fill my heart and my soul, and I know I’ll never be lonely or unhappy again as long as I have you by my side.” He knew the Dane would understand the ESP reference, since they had discussed Science Fiction books which had involved telepathy and empathy.

“I don’t know what to say.” Peter shook his head, as if in disbelief. But his arm was steady against the cardmaker’s back and he did not pull away.

“Do…do you mind I need you so badly? Or that I have this special sense?”

“Mind? No, of course I don’t mind. I fucking love knowing I mean so much to you. I don’t know what to think about your ESP, but I trust you, Patrick. I’m mainly concerned about you getting into any trouble from having this ability, but you seem to have managed so far. Does anyone else know about this?”

Patrick shook his head, “No, not even my parents knew.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

“Now you’re the one reading minds.”

“Well, it didn’t take a sixth sense to work that one out, just common sense.”

They chuckled together, and Patrick felt a wave of relief. He had ‘come out’ to Peter and his future husband hadn’t freaked or refused to believe or changed his mind about them. It was another miracle.

“I love you so much.” He dove back into their close embrace to claim a kiss, which turned into several. But the momentous events of the night were catching up with them. Both men barely managed to slip into some clothes before drifting off to sleep next to each other.