Alex and his Beloved -
A very short fic that is a bit of dreamy summertime in this cold blizzardly wintertime. NC-17
Once Upon a Time when all was fair in love and war was far, far away, children ran hither and yon, giggling through the heavily populated Skarsgård vacation home on an island in the Archipelago of Sweden. Unhurriedly busy, Alex stopped organizing the water ski equipment and gazed at his most precious standing at the stove humming a Christmas tune (it was certainly July) and oblivious to the living, admonishing the pot and its contents to cook just right. Alex’s One was intent. Alex observed the purposeful stirring that rippled throughout his One’s taut body. Alex was hard and calmly getting harder. He moved his cock in his shorts for comfort and didn’t move his hand away. He had long ago given up trying to understand his singular attraction to this One, who likely hadn’t noticed he was in the room and yet had given him a raging hardon.
Summer afternoon delight reprise
