Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 16:47:00 +1000 From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor Subject: Ok. 19 This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please don't hold back. If you'd like to send me an email, I look forward to it - addisyn.draco@gmail.com. Thanks to Nifty, who do an amazing job helping writers be read. Donate if you can! Sweden. Naturally, it was necessary to elaborate on the brief explanation we gave Dylin. Honestly, I don't know how I managed to explain it to Toby. It's a difficult thing to tell someone that their entire DNA structure has been altered, and that they'd never be the same again. I mean, sounds simple enough, right? Anyways, when Dyl was caught up on everything, we tucked into our meals and prepared ourselves for Sweden. Toby had a functional knowledge of Stockholm, but that's about where it stops. He's visited Guthenburg and Malmö on tour, but couldn't tell us anything about them, other than that they are pretty. So we basically spent the last hour on the plane joking about how lost we were going to be. The plane finally descends on Stockholm Airport, and we slowly made our way to the arrival's lounge. We already had our luggage, Obi had 'retrieved' it from the plane's luggage storgage. The baggage handler will probably be very confused, but we'll be long gone by then. We were lucky enough to get off the plane and halfway through the airport unscathed, until another group of screaming girls ambushed us. Luckily, I spotted them as they were coming towards us. I mean, they weren't difficult to spot, they were running at full speed and screaming. Hard to miss, really. As they got closer, I noticed Dyl panicking. I knew exactly how he felt. I looked over at Toby, and he was looking at Dyl too. Probably telepathically explaining how many times he's been mobbed. I really didn't want to share Tobes, so I pulled the same trick I did on Laura. We managed to get passed them, mainly because they were standing there, dazed and confused. I wanted to give them a vision of their fiery deaths before I incinerated them, but I decided against it. I'm not evil. Well, not the last time I checked. Dyl looked more confused than before. "What the fuck was that about?!" He asks, looking like he'd just sat through a lecture on string theory. "I mean, first they were screaming and galloping towards us, then they just stopped! Was that one of you?" "Well, yeah. I kinda made them unable to see us. Of course, they still think they saw us, they just couldn't see us as we went past them. It's a good trick to know when your boyfriend is a mega-star." "Tell me about it." Obi pipes in, as he leans over and kisses my cheek. Dyl smiles, but I can't help but sense slight jealousy. I hope things go well with Ulrik, otherwise Tobes and I will have to scour the world for a sexy boyfriend for him. Not that we'd mind, I think we've both kind of adopted him as a brother. Well, a brother that we have sex with... We got out of Stockholm Airport and were met by yet another limo. I look at Toby and he just shrugs his shoulders. "What? I like limos! You can walk if you like." Then he poked his tongue out. I melted, naturally, and we jumped in laughing. Dyl's eyes were as wide as dinner plates when he saw the inside of our 'chariot'. I was kinda shocked too. Leather seats, tinted windows, it was gorgeous. Toby poured champagne and proposed a toast. "To my new friend, and my boyfriend. Let's hope this trip is full of surprises." We all clinked glasses and took a sip. I was a little confused about Obi's toast. Surprises? What could that mean? It's probably nothing, so I put it out of my head. We got to the hotel too quickly again. It would have been nice to stay in it for longer, but we were all jet-lagged and tired. So the hotel was probably the best place for us. Luckily, Toby thought ahead and placed a fake call to the Swedish media, telling them we'd be at a different hotel, so we didn't have to deal with more screaming girls and flashing cameras. It's best not to frighten Dyl off so early. Tobes and I had a room to ourselves, with Dyl's room right next to us with an adjoining door. I don't know if Toby knew we'd have a guest beforehand or something, but I didn't ask. He must have changed the rooms around when he set up Dyl's date with Ulrik. I swear, sometimes Toby is more of a mystery to me than anything else I've ever faced. I know him better than I know anyone, and let him closer to me than I have anyone else. Yet there are things that he does that surprise and confuse me. It's exciting and exhilarating. We decided that since we didn't see New Zealand, bar the hotel room, that we'd have a nap and actually see Sweden. Though the Swedish Hilton was beautiful, Sweden itself is stunning. We slept for a couple of hours, which was kind of ok because it was the late afternoon. We'd left at about lunch time on a Thursday, arrived at about 5:00 on the same Thursday. Weird, right. I don't know how Obi does it. After we'd slept and ordered room service, we were waiting for it to arrive when Dyl piped up and said, "I'm so fucking hungry! I'm going to go pick up my meal from the kitchen. They let me do that right?" "Yeah, that's fine. They're probably used to it, heaps of celebrities stay here." Obi said, being the expert in this subject. I kind of wanted Toby to myself, so I had no objections. As soon as Dyl had left the room, Toby looked at me and said, "I know you were confused when I mentioned surprises. I'm glad, because this had to be a surprise. You are the single most amazing thing on this planet, and the one thing that I need. If I was to ever lose you, I would crumble. I want you to be with me forever, so..." Then he got down on one knee. 'I can't believe this is happening!' I think to myself. "Axyl Darius Kayl, will you marry me?" If those were the last words I'd ever heard, I'd be happy. Then I watched as the most beautiful white gold ring with a diamond the size of a walnut appeared in his hands. He placed it on my finger and I felt the tears that had been forming flow down my cheeks. I said all that I could say, "Yes! A million times! Yes, yes yes!" At least I think I said that. It's kind of all a blur. At that precise point, the door opens, and Dyl comes running in, crash-hugging both of us. "I'm so happy for you! Omigod, show me the ring! Fuck! It's gorgeous!" He babbled, in a kind of incredible high pitched, constant scream. Obi and I giggle like school girls, all the tears we were holding back falling to the floor. "Wait, wait. You knew about this!?" I yell, sarcastically. If it's possible to yell sarcastically. "Yeah, but Toby told me not to tell. He frightens me sometimes." He says, smiling and looking like a timid little puppy. I couldn't stay mad at him. Obi on the other hand... I look my fiancé in the eye and telepathically say, "Min kärlek, you are amazing. But if there are any more surprises like this, I can not be held accountable for what I might do on reflex." I add an evil glint in my eye. He laughs out loud, and Dyl looks at us both, confused. "What are you guys laughing about?" "Nothing, Ax is just telling me how many circles of hell he'll raise if I surprise him like that again." Toby says, walking a very fine line. "Oh. No worries, don't mind me!" Dyl replies, only just holding back his laughter until he finished speaking. Then I swear he howled with laughter. Boys. Can't live without them, can't think of a good enough reason to annihilate them. Realising that we hadn't gotten our meals yet, we all decided to go find them and eat them in the dining room. That way, there's nothing stopping us from seeing the at least a little bit of Stockholm before we go to my home town.