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“The mermaid was always a little sad.” Mads starts telling his story, with his original deep and made-for-telling-stories voice. Although, he has to admit that Mihael’s wasn’t too bad. It was the content in it that was the problem. “He was a pretty nice mermaid, according to his friends and family. So why he was always a little sad?”
The kids stare at him with wide eyes, and Mads can’t help but glance at Wunder. He is improvising, after all, and kids eager looks make him doubting. But Wunder… Wunder is staring at him too. And he has the most charmed expression ever.
What is the problem now? It’s only a mermaid…
“The mermaid has, as a matter of fact, a problem: he never finds love. He has heard about it for years but love just doesn’t seem to be interested in coming to him.” Mads drops his voice into a sad whisper.
Well, I guess this will be a little self-reference mermaid…
“Oh, NO!” Marcin exclaims, and is promptly shushed by the other kids. Tim turns and glares at him angrily, causing Oskar to growl at Marcin. The latter hides a little against Luka on Wunder’s lap, and Luka can’t help but glare at Oskar with a raised eyebrow, challenging him to try that again. Oskar snorts at Luka, and hugs Tim a little tighter. Mads and Wunder have to avoid each other’s gaze to not burst out in laughter.
“But the mermaid never knew that he was searching for the wrong thing all this time!” The kids gasp, renewing Mads’s self-esteem. “He never realized it, but he had a beautiful Kraken by his side all the time.”
What the hell are you doing?
“Can a Kraken be beautiful?” Luka frowns, disappointed.
“Oh, don’t be silly! He can be beautiful inside! It’s the power of love that makes the mermaid realize how beautiful the Kraken truly is!” Mihael shushes his brother, gently patting his hair.
Saved. Thank you, Mihael.
“Oh, I don’t know about that! I wanna see it with my eyes!” Luka protests, obviously not convinced at all.
“Easy! Now, the Kraken and the mermaid will kiss for you!” Mihael crosses his arms, stubborn. Then, all the five kids stare at the two adults, making it very clear what they want.
Why do I even hope that my life can be normal at this point?
“The mermaid is very shy…” Mads tries to continue his story, but at that, even Tim whines in protest.
“The Kraken, fortunately, is not.” Wunder rises, laying the three kids one by one on Mads’s couch behind him before doing that. Then, he walks to Mads, grabs Oskar and Tim, again one by one, and does the same. Mads’s heart is about to implode.
Won't he want to…?
With the five kids on the couch, Wunder stretches his hand towards Mads, who grabs it without thinking twice.
What is going on?
Wunder helps him stand up, and there they are, in the middle of the living room, eyes glued together. Then, his colleague smirks, and, grabbing Mads all of the sudden, he makes Mads fall into his arms, as if he was a princess. Turning them so that the kids can’t actually see their faces, he imitates kissing sounds, so that their audience can’t help but cheer. Mads giggles, out of breath.
This is quite a solution.
He squeezes Wunder’s biceps to keep himself from falling down. But Wunder would never let that happen anyway, no?
Their eyes meet again, blue mixed with blue. Wunder’s sparkling, amused. Mads’s trembling, excited.
Well, I wouldn’t complain if he really kisses me… Mads shivers at the strange thought. Since when has he had these types of thoughts about… Wunder?
The door’s bell saves him from his brain.
***
In the end, Rasmus and Martin managed to order their dinner. And yes, even if it sounds very lame and cringe, they opted to share spaghetti.
Like the Lady and the Tramp.
And Martin’s heart raced the whole time while they struggled through eating the slippery pasta, colliding their forks doing it.
Rasmus never stopped talking to Martin’s delight. And Martin for his part kept up with the conversation too. They were so curious about each other that to an outsider their conversation would probably sound like a teenager movie. But, really, who cares. He was having the time of his life.
Every little thing gets to know about Rasmus feels like it slowly starts to fill a void inside him.
They even shared a dessert, something named Tiramisu or something like that. And Martin left the last bite for Rasmus, because he was enjoying it so much that the only thing Martin wanted to see was his bright smile after having finished it. And really, that smile was so bright that it definitely was worth doing it.
“We should go, shouldn’t we?” Rasmus says after the waiter, Fabian maybe, has come and cleared away their table.
Martin sighs but nods too. Beautiful things can’t last forever, right?
“Oh, come on… Don’t make it even harder for me! I want to stay here forever!” Rasmus waves eagerly to stress his point, almost pulling the tablecloth in the process and risking a disaster. Martin chuckles. Rasmus’s clumsiness never fails to warm his heart.
“No, it’s ok, we have taken advantage of poor Mads and Wunder enough. And, after all, I am missing Tim and Oskar. But… Yeah, I don’t want this magical evening to finish either.” They smile at each other, understanding perfectly.
They stand up and Rasmus, overly eager to take Martin’s hand, stumbles over his feet. Martin shakes his head affectionately. What a quintessential Rasmus way to do it.
Rasmus grins at him and pays the bill, but not before arguing with his date about it.
“Don’t you dare, Martin. This was on me. You can pay back anytime you want, anyway!” Martin inhales softly at that, while Rasmus chuckles nervously at the realization of what he implied. But it doesn’t sound far from the truth, and Martin is more than happy to know it.
They take a cab. And Martin’s heart starts to beat faster. Time is running out, and there are so many other things he wants to do, to ask, to say… They continue to chatter all through the journey, obviously, but it isn’t enough, not really.
Martin figures he wants more.
When they get off the cab, Rasmus opens the car door for him again, making Martin feel like he would never be as good as the Dane at being a boyfriend. He feels important with every little action Rasmus performs. The cab has left them quite far from Mads’s house, but the Swede doesn’t care, as long as he can hold Rasmus’s hand a little more. They haven’t let go since they left the restaurant, and Martin’s heart skips a beat at the realization.
Ok, then. What do you want to do, making this date finish this way?
He freezes, making Rasmus almost fall. Thankfully, his grip on him was firm enough to prevent it. He turns to the Dane, smiling slightly. Even though he dives into open fires all day at work, he has never been so afraid.
“So, uhm…” He starts, coming closer to Rasmus. Standing face to face with each other, the Swede can feel the warmth of their bodies together. He lets go of Rasmus’s hand to trace the profile of his cheekbone with his fingers. He chuckles nervously, out of breath and out of words.
Rasmus’s eyes seem to be a lighthouse in the fog, and he is the desperate sailor searching for them and being lost in its light.
“Our speed, our rhythm?” Rasmus asks, softly, after clearing his throat. His eyes plead with Martin silently.
Martin whines eagerly, throwing away every doubt keeping him away from the kiss.
He cups Rasmus’s cheeks with his palms, with so much enthusiasm that Rasmus yelps and has to grip the collar of his jacket.
But then, their lips meet, and everything surrounding them seems to explode into sparkles and fairy lights.
They only part after a whole minute, breathing heavily and still holding each other. Martin presses his forehand to Rasmus’s, giggling happily. Rasmus joins him, shaking his head, as amazed as him at the captivating kiss.
Our first kiss…
“Martin! I wanted to kiss you first, you… you didn’t leave me enough time!” Rasmus seems like a puppy who has been denied his favourite toy. Martin bursts into laughter, blushing.
“Do you dislike that?” he teases, kissing the Dane’s nose.
“No, I dislike that if I could have imagined it would be so magical I could’ve kissed you before! Like, the second I met you! I lost so much time!” Rasmus makes the cutest sad face ever, and Martin can’t help but coo and pinch his cheeks: “You can kiss me first anytime you want from now on, that’s a promise!” He whispers, kissing the Dane on his lips again.
“Oh, shit, I did it again! Oops! I can’t help it apparently!” Martin chuckles, while Rasmus whines in protest at how the kiss stopped too soon.
“Now I’ll show you, you big tease…” Rasmus grips his neck and, by standing on his tiptoes, kisses him so eagerly that the Swede has to hold him to avoid losing balance.
As soon as they separate they chuckle happily, holding each other tight.
“So… What about our first kiss?” Martin teases again.
“What about the million I am going to give to you?” Rasmus fires back, kissing his cheek. They begin to walk again, holding their hands and stopping every few steps to sneak another kiss.
“Oh, Rasmus? By the way, the first time we met, you would have fallen to the floor if I hadn’t been there to prevent it, as well as many times tonight. So, how could you really imagine yourself kissing me first on that occasion?”
“…whatever.”
***
“Love? ‘Fonso? Love it’s late, we should pick up the three little monsters…” Jesper’s voice seems to reach Alfonso from so far away.
What is he talking about? Now I get up, and when he wakes up I will be ready, bent on my knee asking…
Alfonso’s thoughts are interrupted by a yawn from his boyfriend. The Spaniard opens his eyes, uncertain of what is happening around him.
With a soft noise, the package with the ring inside Alfonso’s pocket falls down on the floor, waking him from his nap.
Wait… Jesper is awake and the ring is on the floor?
Alfonso jumps, panicked, grabbing the little box at his feet and shrieking loudly while doing it. Then, he hides his back against the wall on the other side of the room, in front of Jesper. Jesper just yawns again and opens his eyes slowly.
The Spaniard’s heart skips too many beats to count.
Has he seen something? Have I ruined it?
Alfonso’s eyes start to fill with tears. He knows it’s stupid, but he can’t help it. He cares too much about his proposal.
“’Fonso? What are you doing over there?” His boyfriend wonders, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “N-nothing.” The Spaniard tries not to panic more. His expression must be eloquent, however, because Jesper, finally completely awake, stares at him, concerned.
“Love… I am so sorry about this…” the Dane reaches him, and he has to hide the little box in his pocket as fast as he can, making sure to distract Jesper by staring straight into his eyes. “I… I wasted our spare evening…” His boyfriend bites his lower lip. Alfonso shakes his head, too relieved that his proposal isn’t ruined to worry about anything else.
“No, love, you have not. I can swear…” He kisses the Dane on his lips, gently, making him release a breath that Jesper didn’t realize he was holding. “I… I needed it too!” That was half a lie, but for sure now Alfonso knows which mistakes he needs to avoid in a proposal plan. So, at the end of the day, that was not totally useless. And, after all, being held by his boyfriend is always worth it.
“Well… let me do something for you before bringing home the kids, ok?” Jesper teases him. Then, he bends down on one knee. Alfonso’s heart drops.
OH, NO FUCKING WAY, YOU STUPID IDIOT…
“Can I have this dance?” His boyfriend asks, smiling widely. Alfonso’s heart stutters, then starts beating again (albeit faster than normal). He nods, relieved.
Jesper holds his hand, then plays their favourite song on his phone, and starts conducting him in wholesome circles around the living room.
The Dane knows the Spaniard loves it. And, while Alfonso relaxes in the grip on his boyfriend and lays his head on his shoulder, he can’t help but be eagerly happy.
Alfonso wonders if the perfect moment has finally come.
But, in the end, he decides he’d rather just enjoy the moment.
There is still time. And I can come back to the original plan, if this idiot will stop messing with it!
He giggles, even more when Jesper makes him perform a pirouette.
He has no clue. And I love him for that.
***
Eventually, Martin and Rasmus arrived at Mads’s house.
On the way to the door, they meet Alfonso and Jesper, busied by holding three kids at once. However, little Luka seems not to care that he has to walk instead of being held. He clearly would rather sacrifice his little legs than have his brother and best friend have to endure walking. Martin finds it really cute, and he smiles at the kid widely. The said kid, however, sticks out his tongue at him and crosses his arms over his chest, sneering.
Martin blinks at that, wondering if he is imagining things. Rasmus’s kisses probably have made him drunk. No way a kid can hate him at first sight, right?
They greet the group, and Martin can’t help but think they seem very happy.
Maybe they will get married… He wonders, sighing at the thought. He loves marriage.
Meanwhile, Rasmus rings the doorbell, arousing Martin from his thoughts. Quickly, before the door can open, he steals one last kiss from Rasmus, who yelps in the surprise. Martin giggles at that.
“Welcome again!” Mads smiles at the couple. “Have you enjoyed your evening?”
“Have you enjoyed your evening more than those two fools?” Wunder pops up from over the other Dane’s shoulder, seeming disappointed. Martin and Rasmus glance at each other before staring confusedly at the two teachers.
“Just ignore him. He’s annoyed by the fact that Alfonso didn’t propose to Jesper as he should have tonight.” Mads sighs, clearly sad at the thought.
“Annoyed?! Annoyed, he said. After the awful evening we endured...” Mads stamps his foot on his colleague’s and keeps smiling widely.
“Aww, they want to get married?” Martin asks, ignoring whatever Mads is doing.
“How adorable!” Rasmus interjects happily.
“Yeah… whatever! He didn’t propose!” Wunder groans.
“Well, but he will, no?” Rasmus bites his lips. At that, Mads and Wunder stare at each other, realizing that the evening that just concluded could happen again. They seem pretty much terrified, but they nod.
“Guys… Thank you again for babysitting our kids!” Martin can’t help but say, guilty.
“Oh, no problem! No problem at all! They were not the problem, anyway…” Mads mutters the last sentence under his breath.
“Can I remind you who found the rope?” Wunder grins. He complains about them all the time, but he really does like his three little monsters. No one can insult them in his presence. Maybe Mads, but just a little.
“…the rope?” Rasmus wonders, not aware if he really wants to know.
The teachers chuckle nervously, avoiding the question.
“Oh! How cute!” Mads coos, glancing on the inside, trying to change the subject. “They fell asleep huddled together!”
Martin and Rasmus peek in to see them, and they can’t help but melt at the view of the two kids, tangled together on Mads’s sofa. Oskar is holding Tim tight, as if he wants to protect him no matter what, both in real life and in their dreams.
“Oh, I don’t wanna wake up them…” Rasmus whispers, his lower lip trembling. Martin smiles at this, having the perfect solution.
“Call a taxi, then. I can hold them. We can make it to our apartment without waking them!” Martin grabs the two kids carefully, and exits the house, while Rasmus, stunned, just watches him. As a matter of fact, the two kids settle themselves in his arms, still sleeping. Rasmus wonders if Oskar will ever let go of Tim again.
“Thank you again, guys, really!” Martin says softly over the two kids in his arms, wanting not to wake them up. Rasmus is calling the cab, so he simply waves at the two teachers, who nod back.
It was only while waiting with Rasmus for the cab that Martin realises that he’s just prolonged their evening without thinking by having Rasmus and Oskar come over.
Well, the Dane is smiling brightly, and he leans his head on Martin’s shoulder.
So, it seems everything was fine after all, no?
Our speed, our rhythm.
***
As soon as Mads has closed the door, he and Wunder lay on the muddled couch, sighing. They are clearly exhausted, and the living room is messy. They sigh again, this time simultaneously.
“Well… we survived.” Mad says after about a minute of silence. He is a kindergartener teacher. He should be used to it, but today was still exhausting and he’s frankly amazed they survived. Wunder groans and wiggles around on the couch to adjust his head on Mads’s lap. The latter shivers a little, but he is too tired to do anything about it.
“Please, cuddle me. I need it. I think I’ll die if you won’t.” Wunder moans dramatically.
“Oh, that is a reason why I should not to.” Mads teases, smirking. But, nonetheless, he starts running his fingers through Wunder’s hair. They are so soft that he sighs at the touch. Wunder closes his eyes, pleased. They stay in silence for a while, enjoying the peace.
“What… What are we doing?” Mads wonders, his eyes barely open. Normally, he would freak out at displays of affection much less overt than this. But… it feels so good, why does he have to interrupt it?
Why am I petting my colleague? Am i just that tired?
Wunder remains quiet for a few moments after that.
“I… I should probably go.” Wunder says after a pause. Abruptly he stands up and walks towards the door, gathering his stuff on the way.
“What?” Mads blinks, a lump forming in his throat from the unexpected turn of events. Wunder is holding the door’s handle at that point, but pauses for Mads’s sake. He turns on his heels, glancing at Mads shyly for a second.
“Apparently, the Kraken is brave only in your story. In reality, when he sees a chance, he’s too scared to take it. Forgive him, please.” Wunder smiles awkwardly, then opens the door.
Wait… what?
Mad's heart starts to beat faster, while the cogs in his brain turn frantically to try and assess the situation.
Oh… OH!
Mads shoots to his feet finally aware of what his mind (well, mostly his heart) has been trying to tell him the whole evening.
“Wunder!” He shouts. His coworker turns again, still shyly looking at the ground. He’s awkwardly standing with a foot out of the house, hesitant to stay but also hesitant to leave.
“If… If you… In the near future… Were to hypothetically ask me out… I would definitely say yes!” He blushes, glancing at his feet to hide his flushed cheeks. Wunder looks up instantly. Then, he gifts Mads with the widest smile ever, causing Mads to giggle.
“Well… I am sure we have a spare evening on Halloween. What do you think?” Wunder has begun to smirk again.
Mads nods enthusiastically, his heart already seeming less empty.
***
“Oh, I definitely don’t want to wake up them now!” Rasmus frowns, staring at Martin with the two kids holding up in his arms. Meanwhile, he struggles with the key Martin gave him to opening the door. Martin chuckles, amused.
“You know…” He begins to say, as they enter the apartment. “…it’s not so late yet. They can rest a bit in Tim’s bed while we…” The Swede stops, flushing red.
“While we…?” Rasmus teases, still eyeing them. The view of Martin holding their kids is so perfect, anyway.
“Well… We can watch a movie! Or… just talk! Or… continue to kiss, you know…” Martin grins sheepishly at Rasmus, his dignity lost. Rasmus giggles, delighted.
“Fine. Can Oskar borrow pyjamas so he can sleep better? I will keep it tonight and give it back on Monday for sure!” The Dane rubs his son’s cheek. In response the kid turns away and squishes his face into Martin’s chest.
“What a traitor!” Rasmus hisses, still trying not to wake the two kids. Martin bites his lip to prevent him from bursting into laughter, then begins to search for two sets of pyjamas with his eyes, wondering where he can lay the two kids.
“No, no. Let me search for the clothes, please. You’re holding them both anyways, and, well, I love watching you hold them.” Martin shivers again at how well Rasmus seems to read his mind, and at how cute the boy his. Martin nods. With only a few difficulties, they manage to snuggle the kids, still sleeping, in Tim’s bed. Tim didn’t even open his eyes or protest, sound asleep. But, after all, with Oskar by his side nothing can truly worry him. Oskar, on the other hand, opens his little blue eyes a little, glaring straight at Martin, whose heart skips a beat.
“Hi, Martin…” He murmurs sleepily before burying his forehead against Tim’s and falling right back asleep. Martin bites back a squeal at that wholesome view.
“I can’t believe it!” Rasmus whispers while they close the door of Tim’s room.
“Oh, Rasmus, I am sorry… I seem to be liked by him, but he really likes you too, of course! You’re his father!” Martin tries to cheer him up.
“What? Oh no, he is a little traitor, no matter what. But yeah, he loves me, I know. I was referring to the fact that he usually gets sleeping paralysis. But Mads told me he never gets it in kindergarten, and now it seems the same…” Rasmus rubs his head, thoughtful. “Oh, well, it has to be Tim. Or, probably a more scientific conclusion I really do not want to think about now, because I like my conclusion more!” He concludes, kissing Martin’s nose. The latter closes his eyes, sighing at the touch.
“So… movie?” Rasmus raises one of his eyebrows, wondering. Martin nods, even if he would much rather prefer other types of activities.
Stupid mouth and stupid movie.
He turns on the TV, and he and Rasmus sit on the couch, lazily flipping through channels. They are not truly paying attention to the images passing by, however, and the Dane makes that fact even more clear when he stretches an arm around Martin's shoulder. Martin sighs happily at the contact and lays his head on Rasmus’s shoulder.
Still, it seems to not be enough. Martin sighs, reminding himself the promise he and the Dane have made to themselves.
“Rasmus…?” He whispers, sounding more needy than he wants to. Although if he’s being honest, if it’s attention from Rasmus he is pretty needy.
“Yeah, I want to kiss you too.” His date replies, looking at him. The light from the TV makes his profile softer, and Martin wants everything from him, right now. The Swede moves to reach the other guy’s lips, but Rasmus stops him, gently pushing his chest away.
“No way, Martin. This time I will kiss you.” The Dane smirks, then straddles his lap, tangles his fingers in Martin’s hair, and kisses him passionately. Martin can’t help but hold Rasmus’s waist, swept up by the other guy's attitude.
Gosh, it is so perfect… But…
After a few moments, while they’re catching their breath, Martin decides to go for it completely: “Rasmus, I really want to carry you to my bedroom right now. Are you ok with it?”.
Rasmus gasps, staring at him in disbelief. “Are you a real person? Are you an angel? A dream?” Martin laughs, rubbing Rasmus’s spine.
“So?” He wonders again, impossibly excited and happy yet.
“Our speed, our rhythm? Yes, yes, yes!” Rasmus stammers, still stunned by Martin’s words. The latter kisses him one last time before standing up.
“Oh no! I have a condition first!” Rasmus stops him, half-way to the bedroom.
“Rasmus, there is no way I will let you go after entering my room, just so you know. So, decide what to do first, please. I don’t like people that leave after… Well…” Martin's cheeks are burning in the dark.
“…I wanted to ask if I can have homemade breakfast tomorrow morning.” Rasmus caresses his cheek, reassuring him. “I will stay. If you want me to, of course. That was my plan since you asked to carry me to the bedroom, truly.”
“What makes you think I can cook?” The Swede replies, kissing the Dane, thankful for his reassurance. He needs it, he really does.
“You are the man of my dream, you have to!”
As a matter of fact, Martin is quite a good cook.
***
When Rasmus wakes up, the morning after the best date of his life, the only thing he wants to do is shout to the world how over the moon he feels.
The feeling of overwhelming happiness, though, fades away as soon as he rolls over to the other side of the bed and finds it empty. A sneaking sense of panic replaces his joy.
Was it just a dream?
Moments from the amazing evening and the stunning night he shared with Martin pop in his mind, vividly impressed in his memory.
Martin’s turquoise eyes sparkling across the table.
His laughs warming his heart into the cab back home.
His breath hitching a moment before kissing for the first time.
His arms around him, scooping him up effortlessly.
His tattoos, ink spreading towards his upper limbs and over his back and chest.
He jumps up from bed and runs to the door, searching for the charming protagonist of his thoughts.
But, as he exits Martin’s room, wearing only a large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants he’s borrowed, he almost stumbles on little Tim, who is glancing confusedly in the direction of the kitchen. As a matter of fact, Rasmus can hear voices coming from there.
“Oh! Morning Tim!” He steps back, worried that he’s scared the little kid, who is now staring at him curiously. Tim tilts his head; then, with a last glance towards the kitchen, which apparently he considers too far from his current location, he stretches his tiny arms towards Rasmus. The latter’s mouth opens out of disbelief.
“Wait… are you sure?” Rasmus asks, while cautiously approaching the tiny boy. Tim blushes, but nods firmly, clearly deciding to prove himself and his courage. Rasmus’s heart melts. He carefully picks up the kid, holding him as if he’s made of glass.
“Where… Where is Oskar, anyway?” Rasmus suddenly remembers the situation he and the Swede have to deal with. What did the kids think about waking up in such strange circumstances? Anyway, Tim doesn’t seem too bothered about it; he even lays his head on Rasmus’s shoulder, while pointing to the kitchen with his tiny finger. Rasmus follows his direction without question, cradling the tiny body to his chest. He can’t express how excited he is about Tim trusting him, but he’s prevented from enjoying it fully by his concern about his son and his date.
As soon as they reach the kitchen, Rasmus is practically blinded by the wonder of the scene in front of him.
Martin is making pancakes. He is flipping them, while Oskar, tiny hand gripping Martin’s pants tightly, is cheering.
“Martiiiin!” Oskar shrieks, after Martin makes the pancake fly to the plate with the previous ready ones. “You are a hero! You’re so good! You are… you are my idol!” Oskar bounces up and down, excitement practically radiating from his little body.
“Aww, honey, thank you!” Martin rubs the little kid's head, and Oskar nuzzles up into his hand like a puppy. “But… You will make your father jealous!” Martin giggles.
Rasmus’s heart is considering leaping into the sky.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Oskar turns his voice down, as if he is telling Martin a secret, “I think he feels the same way as me about you!” Oskar nods eagerly. Martin’s cheeks flush pink. “Oh, Oskar…” he sighs, clearly moved.
“He is right though!” Rasmus interrupts, making the two chefs jump. “Good morning, you two!” He continues, smiling eagerly.
“Rasmus! Good morning!” Martin is more than a little shocked, but still smiles. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, I can really… Wait. Tim?” He gasps his son’s name, amazed by Tim’s position in Rasmus’s arms. Tim waves a hand at him and Oskar, who murmurs a gentle ‘morning!’ in response. Rasmus becomes a little sad at the realization that Tim hasn’t spoken to him yet.
“Well… That’s quite a surprise! Are you going to kiss me good morning or are you enjoying your new friend too much?” Martin grins at his kid, still patting Oskar’s head.
Ok, who in this apartment has not woken up as a cuddler this morning? Apparently, no one.
Tim seems torn. He pulls Rasmus’s t-shirt a little by the collarbone, making the Dane turn to him. Then, blushing, he points at Martin and Oskar.
“Oh! Do you want me to carry you to them?” Rasmus guesses, delighted. Tim nods, looking relieved. Rasmus chuckles and obeys the order.
Leaning forward from Rasmus’s arms, Tim kisses his dad on a cheek. Then he looks down at Oskar, wondering.
“Tim! Your dad is making pancakes!” Tim’s eyes widen, and the kid glances at his father, seeming to realize something. Martin just smiles at him sheepishly and shrugs. After that, Oskar stretches his arms out to Tim, who immediately starts wiggling around. Rasmus, getting Tim’s desire, puts him down, and the two kids hug immediately.
“Ok, kids! Why don't you play a little while I finish making breakfast? And then, we can eat together?” They nod in sync, starting to run in circles around the table, catching each other in turns.
Before doing that, though, Oskar mouthed to his father: “Did you kiss him before midnight?” Rasmus nods, a little embarrassed by the giggling coming from Martin, who has seen the whole exchange.
While the kids are not paying attention, Rasmus kisses Martin on the lips, softly. “Good morning, man of my dreams. You almost caused me a heart attack leaving me alone in the bed this morning, you know?” He chuckles, enjoying the short hug they share.
Martin laughs. “You almost did the same by approaching us that way! I wanted to make you breakfast in bed…” The Swede bites his lips and continues making pancakes.
“Oh, Martin!” Rasmus coos, “You… You will have another occasion, maybe?” Rasmus wonders, grinning. His heart races, waiting for a response.
“I hope so, and you?” Martin answers, blushing a little, focusing on his pancakes.
“Probably a bit too much…” The Dane lays his head on Martin’s shoulder, giggling happily.
What more could I want?
“If you want, I already prepared the drinks! Coffee…” Martin murmurs, his nose buried in Rasmus’s hair.
“Uh, Martin, I don’t really like…” Rasmus begins to say, knowing that he is going to act weird.
“...for me, and the fresh squeezed orange juice for you!” The Swede shushes him. Rasmus looks up, his heart racing. Martin chuckles, shrugging in Oskar’s direction.
“I have my sources, you know?” Martin smiles at him, brightly.
Rasmus was staring at him, completely stunned and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, when he feels a soft tug on his pants. He looks down, meeting Tim’s shy gaze. He smiles at the kid, tender. Tim seems to have something important to say. He flushes red, before saying, in the cutest little voice ever:
“My dad makes pancakes only on Sundays. And not every Sunday, only on the special ones. So… You must have made him very happy yesterday evening! Thank you, you’re magical!” The kid briefly hugs him, before hiding again behind Oskar.
Rasmus needs air. Right now. He is the only doctor in the room and he will die if he hyperventilates right now.
Although Rasmus wouldn’t have disliked Martin trying to save his life by kissing him - er, CPR. He definitely means CPR.
He looks at Martin, his mouth wide open in pure amazement. The latter is staring at him with an adoring expression.
“Well... What can I say? He got me!” Martin smiles widely.
Rasmus isn’t able to speak again for a while after that.
But Tim starts to speak instead of him, trusting Rasmus more and more during the morning.
And during the day, too.
Eventually, during the evening.
Ok, during the whole time from that first morning on.
First times are always special after all, right?
Having so many of them in a few hours sounds even better.