mistakes than we dare to imagine at this moment. But right now you did nothing wrong. I want you

excited and wanting me so much you’re forgetting everything else. So, are you getting us naked any

time soon?”

“Anything my husband desires.”

Even with Daniël taking time and care to undress first Steve and then himself it’s just a few

minutes before they sigh in deep contentment.

“If simply holding you in my arms feels this good, I’m not sure if I’ll survive making love to

you,” Daniël whispers in Steve’s ear. “You make me so hard for you.”

Carefully Steve wraps his fingers around Dan’s shaft. “Want me to use a bit of lube? We’ve

also got plenty of oil.”

Quick as anything, Daniël gets up from the bed, grabs the basket, and holds it in front of Steve.

“Strawberry-flavoured lube?” Steve suggests.

“Just as long as you don’t have to actually taste the vile stuff, it’s pretty good.” Daniël puts the

basket beside the bed, opens the small bottle, squirts a bit of its contents on the palm of Steve’s hand.

A few strokes, a long kiss, a deep sigh and it’s done.

“Fuck, didn’t even realise I was that worked up.”

Steve licks the drops from his hand, swipes the rest from Daniël’s belly, and licks that too.

“Never let a good thing go to waste. But you’re right about one thing: strawberry-flavoured lube

should come with a warning: not to be used in combination with oral sex.”

“What about I open the champagne? You relax a bit and I get to admire how hot you look. Or

we can try out that turbo super shower. Perhaps you want to taste the champagne while in the

meantime, I fill the bath.” Daniël’s voice trembles. He abruptly sits straight up, one eye on the

champagne bottle.

But Steve stops him. “Danny?”

“Yes?” His eyes don’t meet Steve’s.

“It’s okay to be nervous, dear boy. I’ve been ready for you for quite a while, and I know you’re

ready for me. I want to feel you inside me. So, yes, I would like to have a glass of champagne and a bit

of a rest, then we take a shower and after that you’re going to make love to me and it’s going to be

wonderful.”

Daniël blushes. “Am I that obvious?”

Steve takes one of the boy’s hands into his own and presses a kiss against the palm. “There’s a

reason I married you. A reason for the inscription on our rings.”

So they sit side by side on their bed, pillows propped up behind them, agreeing the champagne

has been bought by someone who actually went for taste and not necessarily for the most expensive.

“Gael,” they both say at the same time, and start to laugh.

“Bet he had a sample bottle with Matthew, just to be very sure it’s the right one.” Daniël turns

his head sideways and kisses Steve on the lips. “By the time we get under that shower I’m hard again.

Never going to make it to... I’m doing it again, don’t I?”

“You’re not seriously worried you won’t have an erection by the time you are finished

preparing me, are you? You might be able to get fucked by using a bit of spit and spreading your legs,

I’m definitely not. Don’t look so concerned, you know how much I enjoyed having two of your fingers

in me when we had sex during the last couple of weeks. You think I won’t welcome your cock with at

least as much joy? But, I do need a bit more, perhaps even a lot more time and preparation than you.

Put your glass down, please.” He takes Daniël’s hand once more, but this time leads it between his

legs, past his filling cock, until the fingers brush the tender skin between the cheeks.

“I want you.” Daniël’s fingers tremble a bit, but his voice doesn’t.

“I can’t help but wish opening my legs for you and a dollop of lube and your fingers will be

enough. But my body has become a stranger I’m still trying to get to know, my mind a friend I hardly

recognise on most days. During some moments, I can almost fool myself into believing everything is

like before. But it never is.”

“You see a clock anywhere in this room? Yes, I’m nervous, but even that doesn’t matter all

that much. Feel like giving that super deluxe shower a try?”

In the circle of Daniël’s arms and under a gentle summer rain, of the kind that almost never

happens in reality, Steve feels all tension slip from his body.

“You made a good home for us. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Daniël kisses Steve’s forehead. “It’s been a good day. Good months, too. I

loved being active on the pitch more than I was ready to admit when I thought my career was over.”

“It means so much to me seeing you playing regularly again, even if it was as a substitute for

the last thirty minutes during about half of the matches. You’re going to sign a new contract if they

offer you one?”

“As long as you’re happy in this house, in this city, yeah, I guess I will consider it.”

“Good.”

“Want to go back to bed? I’m sort of, well, getting horny again.” Daniël holds Steve even

closer, sliding his hand over his buttocks.

“I kind of guessed it,” Steve teases. “Love your hands there.”

Daniël grins. “Yes?”

“Oh yes.”

Daniël towels Steve dry and helps him on the chair. “Fuck, can’t even take a shower with you

without getting a rampant hard-on.”

“And that’s a problem how?”

“It’s not. But I want to concentrate on you for the next hour or so. Give a nice massage, no

hurry at all, slowly opening up that sweet arse of yours.”

“Spoil me a little and let me taste you?” Steve licks his lips. “I want your cock like mad. First

in my hand, now in my mouth and after that you’re going to fuck me so deep and good, I’ll know I’m

truly claimed by you.”

“Bed. Now.”

Kneeling on a pillow between Daniël’s widespread legs, Steve closes his eyes to fully

concentrate on the clean slightly musky scent of his very much aroused lover. He licks the first drops

of pre-come, using one hand to retract the foreskin. Then he uses the very tip of his tongue to tease the

tiny slit. Daniël moans.

When there’s enough spit and pre-come, Steve uses his thumb to touch the same area, gently,

very gently, while he uses his tongue to lap the scrotum.

Daniël moans even louder.

Finally, because he knows his lover can’t take much more, he takes the head in his mouth and

slides down in a slow, but steady pace.

“Please, give me your fingers.” Daniël fumbles with the lube, while Steve stretches out his

hand. “Try three?”

The short stabbing motion of three fingers in combination with a real hard suck proves to be

too much and Daniël erupts so hard and fast Steve has trouble swallowing everything.

He takes the boy, always his boy, in his arms to let him rest for a bit. He thinks Daniël even

sleeps for a few minutes.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

Daniël opens his eyes at the sound of Steve’s voice and kisses him lazily. “I heard that. Love

you too. And not just because you give the perfect blowjob and finger fucking combination.” He lets

his hand travel over Steve’s body. “I want to give that brave, gorgeous body of yours a lot of loving

attention. Shall I use vanilla oil? It’s a good one, very subtle scent. But, again, don’t lick it off.”

First, Steve lies on his back and enjoys the experienced hands of his lover. Daniël knows when

he has to be as gentle as possible, or when to use a bit more pressure. He doesn’t deny the reality of

the scars, but simply integrates it into the loving treatment of his husband. He finishes with a short

flick of Steve’s nipples, a teasing up and down stroke of the now fully-formed erection. “Other side?”

Steve turns on his belly. And again, his muscles get treated like royalty.