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Seeing Dawson and Sven together to me was a far better match than he and Dieter. I never really trusted Dieter but not for any particular reason. Don't get me wrong, I like Dieter but sometimes he is deceitful.
I hope that episode of Dawson's life is over. Sven is so patient with Dawson, in ways like an older brother but not. I know he is five years older than Dawson but that's not that much. He is funny to me because he tries so hard not to show how much he adores Dawson...and I hope Dawson is beginning to realize the gemstone he has in Sven. Loyal, honest and giving, but then Dawson introduces me to Angelo.
Angelo is Italian, a very good-looking Italian boy who happens to speak French but with a terrible accent! I did not like him instantly. He was to shifty-eyed, too covert, and too similar to Dieter except worse. Poor Sven, I could literally feel his heartache, but he said nothing and acted his normal comical self...
We have lived in Sircusa, Sicily for nearly nine months and still Dawson does not see what I see. There have been a string of potential lovers he has gone through each time he breaks up with them there is still one person who is there by his side, the ever patient Sven.
Sven is so intelligent. He has been learning investing from me and has caught on very quickly he's a natural at this business because he doesn't get emotional about it. It's strictly business, cold logical business. I have tried to talk to Sven about Dawson and his love for him but he insists that Dawson is like a younger brother. Today, I got angry with him.
Dawson has yet another boy on the line who he is madly in love with. It makes me sick. It was really making Sven sick and I could see that I could feel it.
"I wish Dawson would stop seeing Roberto," he sighed. My god! The first time he's ever spoken out against someone Dawson was `in love with', "he's just going to get hurt again. All Roberto wants is Dawson's ass. I've watched him eyeing Dawson. I swear every time Dawson bends over the guy has to adjust himself!"
"I agree you should tell Dawson. I don't like Roberto either; I just don't understand Dawson, he's looking for that special someone to make his life complete and he doesn't even see that what he has it right in front of him."
"You're not going to tell me again that..."
"You two are so stupid! You especially! You spoil him! I know you really love him and yet to lie to me and give me this bullshit about brotherly love! Don't you see it he's looking for someone like you! And I know deep down he loves you and why he doesn't just tell you that and why you don't tell him that I don't know!"
"Claude! It's not true! He doesn't love me like that! He loves me like a brother, because that's all I am to him!"
"And is that what you want? Is that all you want in life is to be his brother? Answer me!"
"Fuck you, Claude!" he yelled as he ran out of the room crying. I knew I was right! Now maybe he'll do something.
I couldn't believe Sven. He told me to dump Roberto. And the things he said sounded more like a jealous lover than a brother. I don't think Roberto is a bit like he says I think he's the one...the one I've been looking for. I was walking down the street towards the market when I spotted Roberto with a tourist I guest she was a woman in her thirties quite attractive. I stopped. She was obviously trying to pick him up as I saw her hand caress his cheek. He kissed her hand. I decided to find out exactly what was happening and ran up to them.
He looked surprised, "I thought you were going to see old ruins with Sven and your papa?"
"No, plans changed. I thought I spend the day with you instead."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you but I am otherwise engaged."
"But I thought you..."
"What you think is stupid stuff! I'm not a gay person how many times do I have to tell you! You're a nice kid but not my type, I prefer women. I don't understand this boy madly in love with me and I'm not the slightest bit gay like him," he said to the lady, "Later, kid."
I was shocked and pissed off. Damn, Sven was right!
I was on my way back and I guess I'll have to apologize to Sven. He was right, I basically told him to keep his nose out of my business, and I know it upset him. I don't know why I treat him that way - I guess it's because I wish he were gay. I wish he really did love me like Claude keeps trying to convince me of, but we've talked and it's just brotherly love.
I loved it the other day we went to see this ruin and he explained to me how the Greeks were here and he called the ruin a simple Doric structure and went on to explain what Doric meant we spent three or four hours imagining how it was like and mocking up things like the Romans and Arabs coming here to conquer. He was a world of historical knowledge that I had never encounter he showed me how they sculpted the various statues. I asked him did he study that all in school and he said some but most he just knew or figured out. I understood that because I experienced the same thing in art.
I got home, went into Sven's and my room, and found him packing. I was already to tell him he was right again, but I saw him crying.
"Sven, what's wrong?"
"I'm packing. Now just go find Roberto and talk to him and I'll be gone by the time you return."
"He doesn't love me you were right again, Bro."
"Tell me what's wrong?" I was getting worried he was really going to leave.
He just kept on packing. I went over to him and put my arm on his shoulder. "Bro, come on, please tell me. I said you were right as usual about Roberto. I was wrong. You were right. Bro, you're always right!" I force a laugh.
"I'm not your Bro! I'm not your brother and I can't pretend any more! Okay! I've got to go cuz I can't, I can't go on pretending I'm something I'm not!"
"NO! Sven you can't leave me! Please! Please, I'll change! I'll do anything! I love you!"
"No. I'm going because there will always be another Bill, or Roberto or Dieter, but ...never, never a Sven, never me."
"NO! It's always you! But you're straight! I keep looking to find someone like you but that is gay like me!"
"I'm not straight! I love you! I have since that first day!"
"But you said you were!"
"I know. I thought I was and then I realized I loved you and if I loved you then I must be gay."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to and then when I worked up the courage you were in love with Dieter. I-I wanted you to be happy and you seemed so happy at first...I couldn't stop loving you...I needed you in my life; you were my catalyst. What could I offer you? I couldn't complete with the Dieter's of the world - I'm not exactly model quality. Anyway, I better go."
"You dumb Swede!" I yelled tackling him and he fell onto the bed with me on top of him, "I love you! I've loved you ever since that first night we spent together when you told me about Johan. I thought you were straight. I love you!"
"You-you, love me. Really, love me? You love me more than a brother?" he asked.
"Oh, way more!" I said as I gently kissed him on the lips. It was a simple kiss, but that was the most wonderful kiss I had ever experienced.
"You mean all this time you've love me and I've loved you and we never knew how each other felt?"
"We are both so stupid! Claude tried to tell me but I just figured he was a hopeless romantic!"
"That's why I was leaving because he tried to tell me you really loved me and knew that it was more than just being brotherly love!"
We started laughing so hard we were crying. But then that ended in a passionate kiss. I couldn't get enough of him and I wanted all of him. I unbuttoned his shirt as he unbuttoned mine, neither of us saying a word. We both knew what we wanted and that was each other. I peel off his shirt, took off mine, and commence kissing him gently on the chest and then teasing his nipples and driving him crazy before I worked my way down to his navel meanwhile undoing his jeans. I pulled them off.
"Take yours off too," he said softly.
I smiled and did as he requested and pulled off my boxers too. I stood there totally naked. He slipped off his own underwear, I crawled back on him, we commenced kissing again, and I worked my way down to his penis. I started licking along his harden but so soft, soft skin. I pushed his foreskin back revealing his cock head, which I kissed gently. He pulled on my leg and I move to a sixty-nine position. I wanted to do this and my past inhibitions didn't seem to matter or stop me as they had with the others. As I made love to Sven he made love to me. I could tell that he was building to a climax and so was I and then it happened - oh! Did it happen! We both came and came and came at the same time. I swallowed it all as if were precious nectar from the gods. I switched around and we kissed letting the remaining traces of our love juices co-mingled. "I love you, Sven and definitely more than a bother!" I giggled.
"Dawson, I love you and I will always love you." We lay on the bed in the after-glow of our first time to make love neither of us saying anything. I remembered the first night we spent together when I had my arms around him...I giggled.
"You remember when that woman interrupted my shower?"
"Oh, yes, that was funny."
"Well, when I was jacking off - I was thinking about doing what we just did. I was thinking about making love to you."
"You know what the idea of you in the shower naked was a part of so many fantasies."
We lay there a while longer then he giggled.
"What?" I asked.
"I sculpted a statue of you, just the head and shoulders."
"You did? You never told me!"
"I was too shy. I used to kiss you good night every night."
I thought that was so sweet. "Oh, that is so sweet. I love you so much. You'll never have to kiss that statue again, because now you have the real thing." I kissed him, we made love again, and this time was even better.
"Yes, my love."
"Will you go with me to Sweden, tomorrow? I want my parents to meet you, uh, their future son-in-law."
I looked at him. I couldn't speak. I hugged him and kissed him as my tears fell upon his chest. Finally, I managed, "Yes."
"Good. Then let's get up and take a shower and go talk to Claude."
We had sex again in the shower, got dressed and went to see Claude.
As we walked into the living room holding hands Claude smiled. Sven had a smile across his face that wouldn't stop and so did I.
"You were right Papa Claude," he said looking at me and giving my hand a gentle squeeze, "I'm so sorry for what I said to you!"
"No need for apologies, my boy, seeing you to together is enough for me."
"Well, I have something to ask of you," said Sven.
"Sure, what?" Claude replied. Sven let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"I would like you son's hand in marriage, sir."
Claude sat spellbound as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh! I'm sorry, me a grown man crying! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" he reached out his arms to us and we ran to fill then.
Claude took us all out that night to celebrate he even let me have a glass of champagne. We had an early night - meaning we got back home early. Our flight to Stockholm was around ten a.m. Flying to London first then via Swissair to Stockholm. We only made love once that night as we were both worn out.
I had to call my parents after we talked to Claude to let them know that Dawson and I would be arriving tomorrow evening. To say the least I was nervous, even though I knew my mom had probably known I was gay. I never came out and said mom I'm gay. Dawson was sitting right next to me. I knew he was a little scared in case they hated him.
"Hello son. It's good to hear from you. How are things going?"
"Really, good Mom! Really good...uh, yes, really good." I was chickening out as Dawson would say.
"How's your friend, Dawson?"
"Oh, he's is really great Mom, uh, he's here you want to talk to him."
"You sound a little nervous, son, what's up?"
"Here talk to Dawson."
"Hello, Mrs. Petersen. This is Dawson."
"Yeah, he is a bit. Yeah, me too. Uh...uh...yes ma'am...I am. Yes, ma'am. Yes." Dawson was blushing. Oh, god! What was my mom doing to him? "Yes, more than anyone else. Yes. Thank you, I can't wait to meet you too. No ma'am that's why we're calling. You want to speak to Sven?"
He handed the phone back to me and then leaned in and kissed me.
"So, you love him?"
"Oh, mom more than anything in my life! How do you think Dad will take this?"
"You're his son, he's known since Johan died that you were gay and it didn't bother him then why should he mind now and besides we know you have been this boy's constant companion for how long? Or at least wanting to be" she giggled. I was crying.
"Son, are you all right?"
"Uh-huh. It's just I never thought Dad would be fine with me."
"He loves you, he's your father and you are his pride and joy - you always have been and always will be. Now, when do we get to meet Dawson? And what is his last name?"
"Phillips. He's American and he speaks French and now Italian fluently. He's fifteen and lives in Paris with Papa Claude, I mean his dad."
"Son, he was speaking to me in English so I realized he was American," she laughed.
"Oh, yeah, duh! Well, we'll be home tomorrow because I want you to meet you future son-in-law."
"It's that serious, huh?"
"And he's serious too?"
"Well, you know your dad will give him the third degree. So, just warn Dawson. You know how your dad can be."
"Yes, ma'am. Well, we have to go eat and then pack."
We said our good-byes and hung up.