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Adult ++
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21
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3,509
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5
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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
In the beginning, when someone asked n abn about Erik, he used to say the boy was his son. As Erik grew older he had to start referring to him as his younger brother instead. Really, he had wanted everyone to know that Erik was his lover, but that was almost impossible.
At age age of 29, Erik had spent a few years at college, reading theoretical physics, advanced mathematics and organic chemistry. It had been hellish for Erik to be away from Logan, seeing him only during the weekends and holidays, and sharing a room with some stranger who didn’t know he was gay, and probably wouldn’t have stayed if he’d known. He endured it, though, desperate for an education, and spent almost four years at the university.
He had returned home when he was 28; a fresh graduate, hoping to find employment somewhere.
Logan had been so proud of him when he finally came home for good; his Erik, his darling had finally gotten the education he wanted and needed. Logan insisted on buying Erik something that he really, really wanted for doing so great, and finally decided to take Erik on a trip somewhere. Erik got to choose the location.
Erik instantly knew where he wanted to go; Europe. Despite living in Canada for eighteen years, Europe was still his place of birth, where he had his roots.
Logan didn’t object to his choice, and understood how Erik felt. He had saved as much money as he could spare for this, and was going to give Erik the trip of his dreams. Hopefully.
They travelled to Europe in the summer of 1962. Erik had always been interd ind in ancient Greek philosophy and mythology, so first they went to Greece. The ancient Greeks had never interested Logan very much, but he did it for Erik, since this trip was his gift, after all.
They went to see Acropolis in Athens, the Palace of Knossos on Crete and many other famous ancient structures.
They stayed in Greece for two weeks, travelling around the country, living in hotels and enjoying the mild Mediterranean climate. After two weeks Logan thought it was time to move on, though, and asked Erik where he wanted to go next.
“Maybe France…” Erik said slowly, having a hard time choosing between all the countries he wanted to visit. “But I don’t know the language, I’m afraid, and French people aren’t supposed to speak any English.”
“I know some French,” Logan said.
“You do?” Erik asked in surprise.
“Yep. I’ve been around for a while, and Canada is a bilingual country.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oui, je parle Francais, un peu,” Logan chuckled. “But not very well, I’d guess. So what makes you wanna visit France?”
“I’ve heard they have good wines there. And then I’d like to visit Paris and see the Eiffel Tower, and Mona Lisa, or “La Joconde” as they say in French. They have got a lot of culture there. I thought it would be interesting.”
Logan almost groaned. Culture. Who gives a fuck, anyway? This *was* Erik’s trip, but Logan honestly didn’t want to spend the time going to museums and other boring shit. He wanted to do something a little more…exciting.
“England would be fun too,” Erik added. “Perhaps visit London, and go to Madame Tussaud’s waxworks museum. That would be great. They say some of the models there look so authentic that you could mistake them for real people.”
Logan grimaced. “Honestly, I think that’s creepy. I would wanna spend a day walking around on a place full of wax dolls. Ugh.”
Erik rolled his eyes. “So, where do you want to go?”
“You haven’t thought about visiting Germany? Maybe...-”
Erik shook his head and said abruptly, “No.”
“I’m sorry,” Logan apologized. “I know you still think about…that.”
“Yes, I do. Please don’t make me remember all that again. I want to be happy on this trip.”LogaLogan sat down next to Erik and placed his arm around his shoulders. “Of course we won’t go to Germany,” he said softly. “How could I be so stupid? I’m sorry, Erik. I hope you’re not sad.”
Erik rested his headinstinst Logan’s shoulder. “No, I’m alright,” he replied. “I’m very happy that you’ve taken me here. I really am.”
“That’s good, angel.”
Logan pulled his fingers through Erik’s hair, and rested his cheek on his lover’s head, inhaling the fragrant scent of his newly washed hair. Erik was still a very beautiful man, and Logan was more attracted to him than ever, but he was an adult man, not the naïve, credulous innocent young boy anymore. His appearance hadn’t changed much; maybe his features were a little bit more rugged, but that was it. He had managed to keep his slim, boyish body, and his eyes, so pale blue that they were almost transparent, always managed to make Logan shiver with desire and need for him.
But he wouldn’t bed Erik tonight, not now. They were leaving tomorrow, and after a night of lovemaking Erik was always tired the morning after. That would have to wait. He just kissed his dark-haired angel on the mouth and decided that it was enough, before lying down with him in the hotel bed.
“So, where are we going next?” Logan asked.
“How about Scandinavia? I’ve always wanted to visit Norway.”
“Anything you want.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Logan and Erik spent the following week in the Nordic countries, travelling through Sweden, Norway, and finally Denmark. Erik liked the Northern climate and the beautiful landscapes, and hoped it would not be his last visit to Scandinavia.
From there they went to England, spent two days in London, and Erik got to visit Madame Tussaud’s waxworks museum, although he to ato agree with Logan that it was a little…well, creepy.
After that Logan’s holiday money had been almost spent, and they had no choice but to travel home to Canada. Logan had to admit that he missed his little house in Baileyls, ls, despite that it appeared as insignificant and picturesque compared to all the magnificent and impressive edifices they’d seen on their trip. But there was no place like home, and Logan was almost glad he didn’t have any money to continue the journey.
They went back to Canada by boat, across the Atlantic sea, and Erik couldn’t help thinking about Titanic and the iceberg that made it sink. He knew that there were probably no icebergs here in the middle of the summer, but still…
“Logan,” he said on the second night they spent together in their berth. “Do you think we’re going to sink?”
Logan, who was sipping his beer, looked up with a surprised expression. “Sink? Erik, love, why do you ask that? This boat ain’t gonna sink. It’s as solid as a rock.”
Erik smiled. “So was Titanic, and see what happened.”
“Titanic, yes…” Logan murmured. “I actually remember when it sank. But it was the captain’s fault, though. If he’d stayed on the given route it never would have happened. But he was foolish and chose a faster one, because he wanted to impress everybody with Titanic’s speed. I bet no one’s gonna make that mistake again.”
“The grandest ship ever, and it went down on its maiden voyage. And 1500 people lost their lives. Because of one man’s folly and a single iceberg.”
“Yeah.”
There were two beds in their cabin, but Erik slept in Logan’s bed, tightly pressed against the older man. It was slightly uncomfortable, considering it was a single bed, but they both needed closeness and physical contact. Erik had had enough of sleeping alone at the university, and would never do it again if he could help it.
Unfortunately they couldn’t have sex, because their neighbours were right next door, and might start wondering if they heard weird moans and cries through the walls.
That was the good thing about living in a house – there was no one next door who gave a fuck about what you did inside. Anyway, sex would have to wait until they got home. Both Logan and Erik agreed on that.
TBC
In the beginning, when someone asked n abn about Erik, he used to say the boy was his son. As Erik grew older he had to start referring to him as his younger brother instead. Really, he had wanted everyone to know that Erik was his lover, but that was almost impossible.
At age age of 29, Erik had spent a few years at college, reading theoretical physics, advanced mathematics and organic chemistry. It had been hellish for Erik to be away from Logan, seeing him only during the weekends and holidays, and sharing a room with some stranger who didn’t know he was gay, and probably wouldn’t have stayed if he’d known. He endured it, though, desperate for an education, and spent almost four years at the university.
He had returned home when he was 28; a fresh graduate, hoping to find employment somewhere.
Logan had been so proud of him when he finally came home for good; his Erik, his darling had finally gotten the education he wanted and needed. Logan insisted on buying Erik something that he really, really wanted for doing so great, and finally decided to take Erik on a trip somewhere. Erik got to choose the location.
Erik instantly knew where he wanted to go; Europe. Despite living in Canada for eighteen years, Europe was still his place of birth, where he had his roots.
Logan didn’t object to his choice, and understood how Erik felt. He had saved as much money as he could spare for this, and was going to give Erik the trip of his dreams. Hopefully.
They travelled to Europe in the summer of 1962. Erik had always been interd ind in ancient Greek philosophy and mythology, so first they went to Greece. The ancient Greeks had never interested Logan very much, but he did it for Erik, since this trip was his gift, after all.
They went to see Acropolis in Athens, the Palace of Knossos on Crete and many other famous ancient structures.
They stayed in Greece for two weeks, travelling around the country, living in hotels and enjoying the mild Mediterranean climate. After two weeks Logan thought it was time to move on, though, and asked Erik where he wanted to go next.
“Maybe France…” Erik said slowly, having a hard time choosing between all the countries he wanted to visit. “But I don’t know the language, I’m afraid, and French people aren’t supposed to speak any English.”
“I know some French,” Logan said.
“You do?” Erik asked in surprise.
“Yep. I’ve been around for a while, and Canada is a bilingual country.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oui, je parle Francais, un peu,” Logan chuckled. “But not very well, I’d guess. So what makes you wanna visit France?”
“I’ve heard they have good wines there. And then I’d like to visit Paris and see the Eiffel Tower, and Mona Lisa, or “La Joconde” as they say in French. They have got a lot of culture there. I thought it would be interesting.”
Logan almost groaned. Culture. Who gives a fuck, anyway? This *was* Erik’s trip, but Logan honestly didn’t want to spend the time going to museums and other boring shit. He wanted to do something a little more…exciting.
“England would be fun too,” Erik added. “Perhaps visit London, and go to Madame Tussaud’s waxworks museum. That would be great. They say some of the models there look so authentic that you could mistake them for real people.”
Logan grimaced. “Honestly, I think that’s creepy. I would wanna spend a day walking around on a place full of wax dolls. Ugh.”
Erik rolled his eyes. “So, where do you want to go?”
“You haven’t thought about visiting Germany? Maybe...-”
Erik shook his head and said abruptly, “No.”
“I’m sorry,” Logan apologized. “I know you still think about…that.”
“Yes, I do. Please don’t make me remember all that again. I want to be happy on this trip.”LogaLogan sat down next to Erik and placed his arm around his shoulders. “Of course we won’t go to Germany,” he said softly. “How could I be so stupid? I’m sorry, Erik. I hope you’re not sad.”
Erik rested his headinstinst Logan’s shoulder. “No, I’m alright,” he replied. “I’m very happy that you’ve taken me here. I really am.”
“That’s good, angel.”
Logan pulled his fingers through Erik’s hair, and rested his cheek on his lover’s head, inhaling the fragrant scent of his newly washed hair. Erik was still a very beautiful man, and Logan was more attracted to him than ever, but he was an adult man, not the naïve, credulous innocent young boy anymore. His appearance hadn’t changed much; maybe his features were a little bit more rugged, but that was it. He had managed to keep his slim, boyish body, and his eyes, so pale blue that they were almost transparent, always managed to make Logan shiver with desire and need for him.
But he wouldn’t bed Erik tonight, not now. They were leaving tomorrow, and after a night of lovemaking Erik was always tired the morning after. That would have to wait. He just kissed his dark-haired angel on the mouth and decided that it was enough, before lying down with him in the hotel bed.
“So, where are we going next?” Logan asked.
“How about Scandinavia? I’ve always wanted to visit Norway.”
“Anything you want.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Logan and Erik spent the following week in the Nordic countries, travelling through Sweden, Norway, and finally Denmark. Erik liked the Northern climate and the beautiful landscapes, and hoped it would not be his last visit to Scandinavia.
From there they went to England, spent two days in London, and Erik got to visit Madame Tussaud’s waxworks museum, although he to ato agree with Logan that it was a little…well, creepy.
After that Logan’s holiday money had been almost spent, and they had no choice but to travel home to Canada. Logan had to admit that he missed his little house in Baileyls, ls, despite that it appeared as insignificant and picturesque compared to all the magnificent and impressive edifices they’d seen on their trip. But there was no place like home, and Logan was almost glad he didn’t have any money to continue the journey.
They went back to Canada by boat, across the Atlantic sea, and Erik couldn’t help thinking about Titanic and the iceberg that made it sink. He knew that there were probably no icebergs here in the middle of the summer, but still…
“Logan,” he said on the second night they spent together in their berth. “Do you think we’re going to sink?”
Logan, who was sipping his beer, looked up with a surprised expression. “Sink? Erik, love, why do you ask that? This boat ain’t gonna sink. It’s as solid as a rock.”
Erik smiled. “So was Titanic, and see what happened.”
“Titanic, yes…” Logan murmured. “I actually remember when it sank. But it was the captain’s fault, though. If he’d stayed on the given route it never would have happened. But he was foolish and chose a faster one, because he wanted to impress everybody with Titanic’s speed. I bet no one’s gonna make that mistake again.”
“The grandest ship ever, and it went down on its maiden voyage. And 1500 people lost their lives. Because of one man’s folly and a single iceberg.”
“Yeah.”
There were two beds in their cabin, but Erik slept in Logan’s bed, tightly pressed against the older man. It was slightly uncomfortable, considering it was a single bed, but they both needed closeness and physical contact. Erik had had enough of sleeping alone at the university, and would never do it again if he could help it.
Unfortunately they couldn’t have sex, because their neighbours were right next door, and might start wondering if they heard weird moans and cries through the walls.
That was the good thing about living in a house – there was no one next door who gave a fuck about what you did inside. Anyway, sex would have to wait until they got home. Both Logan and Erik agreed on that.
TBC