parents."
"I noticed." Jørgen grinned down at him, then wrapped his arms around Frey's waist and pulled him close. "I like them. They seem nice."
"You did? That's good." Frey leaned into Jørgen's broad, hard, warm chest. "I'm glad." It passed through his mind that he never would've simply leaned into anyone like that before, but after the trauma of the day before and the morning's activities, it felt good and right. Jørgen's arms felt so right around him.
"Can you believe they actually liked Jonathan?" Jørgen chuckled. "I didn't even know nice was a part of his vocabulary."
Frey looked up at Jørgen's face. "You seemed to like him well enough when you two were sleeping together," he dared comment, but his voice was low, barely audible.
Jørgen tilted his head down and what Frey thought was a guilty look passed over his face. "Well, it wasn't so much about liking or disliking, as the fact that he was the only one available for sex." He shrugged. "Although, yeah, I do like Jonathan. He's an okay bloke once you get to know him and get past his arsehole behaviour. It's just that he doesn't make a good first impression."
Frey's stomach fluttered nervously at being so close to Jørgen. His man. That was what Jørgen was now, right? He was Frey's. "Are you ready to go in there? It's going to be a nut-house."
Jørgen chuckled and leaned down to peck Frey's lips. "I think I can handle it."
Chapter Six
"Since this, apparently, is a day to meet the family, how would you feel about meeting mine?" Jørgen looked at Frey enquiringly as he got into the driver's seat of his car.
Frey was sitting buckled up in the passenger seat already, his crutches at his side. He bit his lower lip as a result of Jørgen's words. "Are you sure? That you want me to meet them, I mean."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure." Jørgen smiled, then reached over and squeezed Frey's thigh. "It's okay if you don't want to. Yesterday was a long day and today's been pretty exciting too."
They'd had dinner, then Frey's parents had left to stay with Varg and Jonathan. Jørgen had been absolutely truthful to Frey, because he had liked his parents. They'd been unconventional, sure, but they'd been nice and quirky and all-in-all well-rounded people who seemed to love their sons, and Andreas, a heck of a lot.
It made Jørgen miss his own parents, but they'd been gone a long while. They'd been good parents though; even if they hadn't quite been comfortable with his homosexuality, they'd tried their best. It was too bad they'd died so early. Jørgen thought they'd actually like Frey, even if they'd been pretty reserved about the few boyfriends he'd let them meet through his years of dating.
"I do want to," Frey said. "I just worry."
"You have nothing to worry about." Jørgen really wanted Frey to meet his kids and their mothers. They were Jørgen's family now that he didn't have any other relatives left.
Frey's lips inched up into a tiny smile. "Let's go then."
Jørgen grinned and put the car in gear. It didn't take long to drive to Karina and Sara's house. They lived only a minute's drive from Frey's flat, about four from Christian and Andreas' house.
"Jørgen?"
"Yeah?" Jørgen kept his eyes on the road.
"I really enjoyed this morning," Frey whispered.
That did bring Jørgen's attention around to him for a couple of seconds. "I did too. I liked it very much."
Frey started squirming in his seat as Jørgen drove up the stretch towards the little house. "What if they don't like me?"
"It'll be fine," Jørgen assured him. "They'll like you just fine. What's not to like?" Jørgen parked the car and squeezed Frey's hand. "Come on, let's get it over with." He grinned and got out.
He walked around the car to help Frey get out without putting too much weight on his injured leg. When he turned around again, Karina was standing on the front steps.
"Hey, girl." Jørgen greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "This is Frey."
"I know who he is, Jørgen." But Karina
"I noticed." Jørgen grinned down at him, then wrapped his arms around Frey's waist and pulled him close. "I like them. They seem nice."
"You did? That's good." Frey leaned into Jørgen's broad, hard, warm chest. "I'm glad." It passed through his mind that he never would've simply leaned into anyone like that before, but after the trauma of the day before and the morning's activities, it felt good and right. Jørgen's arms felt so right around him.
"Can you believe they actually liked Jonathan?" Jørgen chuckled. "I didn't even know nice was a part of his vocabulary."
Frey looked up at Jørgen's face. "You seemed to like him well enough when you two were sleeping together," he dared comment, but his voice was low, barely audible.
Jørgen tilted his head down and what Frey thought was a guilty look passed over his face. "Well, it wasn't so much about liking or disliking, as the fact that he was the only one available for sex." He shrugged. "Although, yeah, I do like Jonathan. He's an okay bloke once you get to know him and get past his arsehole behaviour. It's just that he doesn't make a good first impression."
Frey's stomach fluttered nervously at being so close to Jørgen. His man. That was what Jørgen was now, right? He was Frey's. "Are you ready to go in there? It's going to be a nut-house."
Jørgen chuckled and leaned down to peck Frey's lips. "I think I can handle it."
Chapter Six
"Since this, apparently, is a day to meet the family, how would you feel about meeting mine?" Jørgen looked at Frey enquiringly as he got into the driver's seat of his car.
Frey was sitting buckled up in the passenger seat already, his crutches at his side. He bit his lower lip as a result of Jørgen's words. "Are you sure? That you want me to meet them, I mean."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure." Jørgen smiled, then reached over and squeezed Frey's thigh. "It's okay if you don't want to. Yesterday was a long day and today's been pretty exciting too."
They'd had dinner, then Frey's parents had left to stay with Varg and Jonathan. Jørgen had been absolutely truthful to Frey, because he had liked his parents. They'd been unconventional, sure, but they'd been nice and quirky and all-in-all well-rounded people who seemed to love their sons, and Andreas, a heck of a lot.
It made Jørgen miss his own parents, but they'd been gone a long while. They'd been good parents though; even if they hadn't quite been comfortable with his homosexuality, they'd tried their best. It was too bad they'd died so early. Jørgen thought they'd actually like Frey, even if they'd been pretty reserved about the few boyfriends he'd let them meet through his years of dating.
"I do want to," Frey said. "I just worry."
"You have nothing to worry about." Jørgen really wanted Frey to meet his kids and their mothers. They were Jørgen's family now that he didn't have any other relatives left.
Frey's lips inched up into a tiny smile. "Let's go then."
Jørgen grinned and put the car in gear. It didn't take long to drive to Karina and Sara's house. They lived only a minute's drive from Frey's flat, about four from Christian and Andreas' house.
"Jørgen?"
"Yeah?" Jørgen kept his eyes on the road.
"I really enjoyed this morning," Frey whispered.
That did bring Jørgen's attention around to him for a couple of seconds. "I did too. I liked it very much."
Frey started squirming in his seat as Jørgen drove up the stretch towards the little house. "What if they don't like me?"
"It'll be fine," Jørgen assured him. "They'll like you just fine. What's not to like?" Jørgen parked the car and squeezed Frey's hand. "Come on, let's get it over with." He grinned and got out.
He walked around the car to help Frey get out without putting too much weight on his injured leg. When he turned around again, Karina was standing on the front steps.
"Hey, girl." Jørgen greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "This is Frey."
"I know who he is, Jørgen." But Karina
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