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we’re going to do this. I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want you giving up your life in London either.”
Ruben sighed and shook his head. “Aleks, my life in London consists of my job. Nothing more. I work and go to sleep. I’m living in London because it’s where I grew up and have been too lazy to search for another place. To me, it doesn’t matter where I am. As long as you’re there, too.” When Aleks didn’t grasp that soon, Ruben would threaten him with Olga. Or hit him upside the head.
Aleks’ mouth snapped shut, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “I’m not stupid, Ruben. I know under normal circumstances it’d be too soon for us to live together permanently after such a short time. If we both lived in London, we wouldn’t consider moving in together after a few days. No matter how much we love each other. We’d go on dates, get to know each other.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess.” Ruben didn’t like Aleks’ train of thought. Not at all.
Aleks sighed. “So, what’s going to happen next?”
“Well, I’m going to go back to London. For a while.”
Aleks moaned and let his head fall back onto the cushion. “Ruben, you’re going to be the death of me!” It wasn’t just a line. The man’s expression was pained and he’d curled his hands to fists. Ruben felt like an ass.
“Oh baby, no.” He hurriedly smothered Aleks with kisses. “No dying! I’ll come back home to you, I promise. But my personal stuff is in London and I have to arrange a load of things with my job and shit. Do you understand?” He looked at the man, anxiously awaiting his answer. Ruben hated to cause his lover pain.
“Did you say you’ll come home to me?” Aleks’ eyes were wide as saucers.
“Of course. I may go back to London for some days or weeks, but this cabin is my home. I told you I’m willing to leave London for you. Could you please get this info into your thick skull?”
“I...” Aleks began, but then stopped. Ruben could practically see the wheels turning. “You know what? Fuck it! I love you. And I’ll do anything to keep you. So, if you want to give up your flat in London for me, I’m going to wait for you with open arms. I’ll clear one of the other bedrooms so you’ll have an office to draw. Hell, I’d do anything for you, Ruben.”
Ruben squealed and nearly hugged the stuffing out of his man. Yes, yes, yes! Aleks was his!
“Take me upstairs.” Ruben rubbed his ass on Aleks’ thighs.
“Ruben.” His lover—no, his boyfriend—let out an exasperated sigh but scooped him up and carried him into their bedroom. Best vacation ever!
Chapter Five
Day Eighty-Five
Aleks sat on the steps leading up to his house, a mug filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows in his hands. Recently, he’d consumed plenty of the sweet stuff. Marshmallows felt like home, like Ruben. Olga perched on a tree, ogling him with interest. The damn bird considered the clearing where his cabin was located her home and came back every day. It wouldn’t be so bad if Olga wouldn’t remind him of Ruben so much. God, he missed him. Every day.
Eighty days. Ruben had left for London eighty days ago. It was hard. Some nights, when the pain got too much, Maike came over to cheer him up with a bottle of wine and ice-cream. Aleks would be fat soon if he continued battling his heartsickness with sugar. But what else was there to do for him?
Olga shu-huued and he shot her a glare. “I miss him too, you know? Stop bitching and eat your squirrel.” She flapped her wings and turned her back on him. Great. Now he’d offended an owl. His grumpiness was getting the better of him with each passing day.
Aleks looked around the clearing, taking in the lively green, colorful flowers, and buzzing insects. It was cheery and happy and everything he didn’t feel at the moment. Winter had gone and taken the tourists with it. Then spring came and brought lots of new tourists using the woods to go
Ruben sighed and shook his head. “Aleks, my life in London consists of my job. Nothing more. I work and go to sleep. I’m living in London because it’s where I grew up and have been too lazy to search for another place. To me, it doesn’t matter where I am. As long as you’re there, too.” When Aleks didn’t grasp that soon, Ruben would threaten him with Olga. Or hit him upside the head.
Aleks’ mouth snapped shut, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “I’m not stupid, Ruben. I know under normal circumstances it’d be too soon for us to live together permanently after such a short time. If we both lived in London, we wouldn’t consider moving in together after a few days. No matter how much we love each other. We’d go on dates, get to know each other.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess.” Ruben didn’t like Aleks’ train of thought. Not at all.
Aleks sighed. “So, what’s going to happen next?”
“Well, I’m going to go back to London. For a while.”
Aleks moaned and let his head fall back onto the cushion. “Ruben, you’re going to be the death of me!” It wasn’t just a line. The man’s expression was pained and he’d curled his hands to fists. Ruben felt like an ass.
“Oh baby, no.” He hurriedly smothered Aleks with kisses. “No dying! I’ll come back home to you, I promise. But my personal stuff is in London and I have to arrange a load of things with my job and shit. Do you understand?” He looked at the man, anxiously awaiting his answer. Ruben hated to cause his lover pain.
“Did you say you’ll come home to me?” Aleks’ eyes were wide as saucers.
“Of course. I may go back to London for some days or weeks, but this cabin is my home. I told you I’m willing to leave London for you. Could you please get this info into your thick skull?”
“I...” Aleks began, but then stopped. Ruben could practically see the wheels turning. “You know what? Fuck it! I love you. And I’ll do anything to keep you. So, if you want to give up your flat in London for me, I’m going to wait for you with open arms. I’ll clear one of the other bedrooms so you’ll have an office to draw. Hell, I’d do anything for you, Ruben.”
Ruben squealed and nearly hugged the stuffing out of his man. Yes, yes, yes! Aleks was his!
“Take me upstairs.” Ruben rubbed his ass on Aleks’ thighs.
“Ruben.” His lover—no, his boyfriend—let out an exasperated sigh but scooped him up and carried him into their bedroom. Best vacation ever!
Chapter Five
Day Eighty-Five
Aleks sat on the steps leading up to his house, a mug filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows in his hands. Recently, he’d consumed plenty of the sweet stuff. Marshmallows felt like home, like Ruben. Olga perched on a tree, ogling him with interest. The damn bird considered the clearing where his cabin was located her home and came back every day. It wouldn’t be so bad if Olga wouldn’t remind him of Ruben so much. God, he missed him. Every day.
Eighty days. Ruben had left for London eighty days ago. It was hard. Some nights, when the pain got too much, Maike came over to cheer him up with a bottle of wine and ice-cream. Aleks would be fat soon if he continued battling his heartsickness with sugar. But what else was there to do for him?
Olga shu-huued and he shot her a glare. “I miss him too, you know? Stop bitching and eat your squirrel.” She flapped her wings and turned her back on him. Great. Now he’d offended an owl. His grumpiness was getting the better of him with each passing day.
Aleks looked around the clearing, taking in the lively green, colorful flowers, and buzzing insects. It was cheery and happy and everything he didn’t feel at the moment. Winter had gone and taken the tourists with it. Then spring came and brought lots of new tourists using the woods to go
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