Part 4

Olli woke early to the dawn chorus of birds gossiping outside the window. Glancing to his right he drank in the sight of his lover lying sound asleep next to him, those luscious lips slightly parted, cheek rumpled against the pillow.

Christ he was stunning, Olli reflected as he laid his head back down next to him, studying the lines on his face- a face that had seen and done too much for one so young, he thought sadly. So many things he wanted to say, to do, to make him smile, make him happy, to let him know how much he loved him. But he didn’t want to scare him off. Just gently, softly, allow him the space to grow.

He knew he had to move or he’d not be able to resist the urge to touch him, wake him up with small kisses, so he quietly rolled off the bed and moved into the kitchen.

The fire had pretty much died out, so it took a while to heat the water and brew the coffee, but eventually Olli was stepping out onto the veranda and settling onto the step with a warm mug in his hands.

A light mist was rising off the lake in front, as the first rays of the morning sun warmed the earth. Ducks flew across, cutting through the haze like feathered ghosts fleeing a scene. Olli sat and watched the colours changing slowly on the trees as more light danced off branches, the brilliant green of the grass reflecting up to the darker evergreen above. The only sound in the still air was that of the birds still calling out their morning greetings to one another.

For the first time that week Olli felt at peace. It’d been a strain to hold in his emotions, to not be hurt by Christian’s actions- after all, he’d been the one to tell him to keep their relationship a secret. But he hadn’t really thought of the implications- the sneaking around, the public rejections, the taunts and abuse from that fat prick, but worst of all, he’d not thought about the strain it was taking on Christian- the look of hurt in his eyes every time he had to laugh with Wolle when Olli knew he just wanted to punch his teeth out.

Oh why was it always so difficult?

Olli pushed the thoughts to the back of his head and concentrated on the here and now. A yoga teacher who’d come on one of the cruises had taught him meditation techniques- amongst other things- and he began deep breathing, focusing his mind on nothing. All he could do was support, he reflected, to not put Christian under anymore pressure. He could bear it, he’d borne worse. And his own coming out had not be so far away that he’d forgotten how difficult and dis-orientating it was.

He would rise above.

He would be there when Christian needed him.

He would resist the urge to smack the fat slug in the face.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a warm body pressing up against his back, legs sliding around the outside of his and strong arms wrapping around him. Soft lips pressed against his neck and he leant back smiling to receive more kisses as their scents intermingled. Opening his eyes he looked up into bright blue eyes shining at him.

“Morning sleepyhead!”

Christian pouted.

“Well, if you hadn’t kept me up all night with your demands…”

“But you’re supposed to be the young, fit one here” Olli grinned.

Christian laughed and pulled Olli in tighter, relishing the peace, the freedom to be able to act the way he wanted, not having to look over his shoulder. He rested his chin on Olli’s shoulder and they sat like that for a long while, limbs melting into each other’s, neither speaking, just looking out over the lake, both lost in their own thoughts. Wordlessly Olli offered Christian his coffee and they shared the cup together, the strong brew gradually waking them up.

Eventually, reluctantly, Christian stood up and stretched.

“Wow, I’m really stiff...” he started, catching himself as Olli grinned at him “Watch it! Any comments Mr and I’ll make you run twice as far today!”

Olli groaned “You can’t be serious? We are alone, in the middle of a forest and all you can think about is training?” He stood up, slipping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, grabbing his bum and pulling him off balance, into him. “Can’t you think of anything better to do with the time?” he said with a grin.

Christian laughed, lightly kissing his partner. The offer was sure as hell tempting, he’d like nothing better than to be naked with Olli all day, but the sportsman in him was screaming for discipline. It was like he needed it, needed the routine, needed the energy fix or his body didn’t feel right.

It was hard to explain, but sport had always been his constant, since his teens when he’d realized what his dad was really like. It had been his escape, the one area in his life where he had control, and right now, he felt like that again. Like his life was spinning out of control. This new love, like an awakening, with Olli, combined with the double-edged sword of opportunity and deceit with Wolle, was overwhelming at times. And at those times he ran, or punched a bag- anything to escape. He wished he could find the words to explain this to Olli, but he’d never been good with words, he could only hope Olli understood.

“C’mon” he said, bumping his hip against his partner’s, “I’ll make you a deal. If you can catch me I’ll do anything you want for, or to, you…”
“Anything?”

“Yup, anything..”

Olli leant his head to one side, as if assessing the offer, then laughing he leant forward and kissed his lover back, this time lingering, sucking slightly on his lower lip, before he pulled back. “Sounds like a deal” he smiled.

Part 5

The late afternoon sun caressed Christian and Olli’s skin as they lay naked on the grass, limbs lazily intertwined, skin against skin, both men enjoying the luxury of privacy, the time to just be with each other, beyond prying eyes.

They’d lain like that all afternoon, watching the sun chase clouds across the sky, talking about nothing and everything. Christian thought with wonder about how Olli seemed to make him open up. “I’ve never talked to anyone about my dad” he’d said, and meant it. Olli had simply nodded and held him close, both of them feeling the trust between them.

It had been the most wonderful day either could have hoped for. They’d run for hours through the forest, stretching their aching limbs and working up yet another sweat. Olli had tried and tried, but not managed to beat the younger man- he’d always manage to just edge away, his competitive edge so much stronger than the calmer older guy’s.

Olli couldn’t have cared less- he knew that there were few things Christian was confident in, so he was happy to be beaten- plus it afforded him a great view of that delicious ass, so high and round, like a firm peach waiting to be bitten into.

Hey, everyone has their own motivation, he thought.

By the time they returned the sun had climbed high in the sky, beating down on the young men’s skin as they stripped off their soaking clothes and dove into the lake. Olli surfaced first, spluttering and shivering slightly with the shock of cold water against his flesh. All complaints had died on his lips when he watched Christian break the water’s surface, appearing like some kind of Greek god, hair falling in soft curls, framing his face in the sunlight. He’d swum straight over to him and they’d played in the water, ducking each other under, pulling legs, kissing, touching, movements turning from boys playing to men desiring and back again. Finally the desire had won and they’d emerged from the water to slowly make love right there on the grass with only the animals to watch. Like a nature channel in reverse. Finally they’d dozed off, warmed by their bodies and the sun’s touch.

Christian had never felt so safe, so cared for. He traced his finger along his lover’s bottom lip, as if learning every contour, every line as the fading sun played out different colours across his face. He shivered as the older man’s tongue came out to meet his finger, licking him with the same assurance as last night.

“You amaze me” Christian whispered, as if unwilling to break the solitude. Olli looked at him with a question in his eyes, so the younger man continued.

“It’s just… it sounds like a tacky cliché, but… I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Never realized that THIS” he proclaimed, touching his hand to his chest, “is what it’s all about. That I could feel this much, be this happy and trust you so deeply… it amazes me. You are incredible.”

The two men stared at each other, lost in the other’s gaze, in the pure happy romance of the moment, before lips met, tongues dancing together as their hands caressed cheeks, hair, arms.

Olli rested his head on his lover’s chest. Slowly he began to speak, looking up at his lover.

“You know… it’s not a tacky cliché, not when I feel the same. Christian… you have to know I’m crazy about you, I’d do anything for you, anything. I don’t think you know how incredible you are, how much you give to other people- not just to be, but your brother, what you did for your dad- not many people would do that, or be that brave. You just have so much in here” he said, placing his hand over Christian’s on his heart, “and you don’t know it. You’re the bravest, most honest person I’ve ever met…”

Christian gave a hollow laugh.

“Brave? I can’t even tell that arsehole Wolle about us because I’m so scared of him killing my career before it’s started…”

“But you wanted too…”

“But I didn’t…” he replied sadly.

“But you wanted to” the older man repeated, fixing his gaze, “And that’s what’s brave. But you’ve also learnt to be wise too…”

Christian sighed in frustration.

“Look where that’s got me huh? Having to sneak off here to be with you, to have to hide you like you’re something I’m ashamed of? To have to lie to my brother, to ask Judith to say we’re all in Koln together, just in case Gregor wonders, or if Wolle finds out?”

“It’s just for now, not forever…” Olli tried to calm him, reaching up and stroking his hair.

Christian bit his lip.

“I know but…”

“But what…”

“It sounds stupid, but all my life, no matter what else I’ve done or been, I’ve always been honest…”

Olli nodded, it was one of the main reasons he loved him.

“And for the first time in my life I’m happy, truly happy, and I have to lie about it. It sucks. Everyday I have to smile at my brother and hide my feelings from him, push him away. I have to work with that prick Wolle and laugh at his “queer” jokes. When he says shit about you I’m screaming inside because I love you and everyday I have to betray you and I can’t take much more, I just feel like… like..”

Christian paused for a moment and looked at his lover. His expression confused him.

“Why are you smiling so much?”

Olli burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry, I know I… I am listening…”

“So then what?” asked Christian, feeling defensive.

“It’s just… you just said you loved me..”

The younger man froze for a moment. How could he have fucked up such an important thing? Just blurting it out in anger.

“I did?”

Olli nodded again, cupping Christian’s cheek with his hand. The younger man felt embarrassed and freed at the same time.

“Well… I do… I thought you knew that?”

“Hummm… yes, it’s just that you’ve never actually, y’know… said it…”

Christian placed hands on his lover’s cheeks, drew his face close to his.

“I love you.”

He kissed him. Softly, with love.

“I am IN love with you.”

He kissed him again. Forcefully. With passion.

“Completely and utterly.”

The third kiss didn’t finish until the sun bled red and orange across the sky, its fat body squashing like a ripe tomato against the horizon.

Part 6 This chapter kind of imagines there's a weekend break (this fic) in the converstation that Wolle and Christian had- basically the point between Wolle telling c to not live with "the fag" and then C telling him to stick it...enjoy! Olli frowned and tried hard not to look across at his lover, instead focusing on the same line of the magazine he’d read and re-read for the last 20 minutes. Maybe more. The tension building in the air was bothering him more than he wanted to admit. The day had been amazing. Waking up and lazily making love, exploring each other’s bodies, discovering secrets, the dark-haired man couldn’t have wished for more from this weekend. But for the last hour or so, the man next to him had become more and more remote, more twitchy, and he had no idea why. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. Putting down the mag he turned to his partner. “What’s wrong?” ‘Great’ he thought, ‘nothing like being utterly blunt’ as he saw a troubled look cross the younger man’s face. Christian looked back at him, holding his gaze for a moment before dropping his head with a bashful grin. “You’d just laugh...” he muttered into his sweater, biting at his thumb in that way he did. Olli smiled, it touched him every time he was reminded exactly how little confidence the younger Mann brother had- total opposite to his brother. Reaching his hand under his chin, he pulled his gaze back to his own. “Try me” he said lovingly. Christian’s face creased into a smile as he finally admitted what was on his mind- “It’s just… this cabin has no electricity.” Olli felt confused, he’d thought that that was part of the reason they were there- to escape the city? Oh God, was Christian bored of him already? Was he wishing there was a DVD or Xbox to divert him? He started to panic. Christian saw the confusion and panic on his partner’s face, and guiltily continued. “It sounds stupid but… I’d totally forgotten Germany are playing tonight…” The younger man hung his head, feeling like a bad boyfriend. He’d wanted to focus entirely on Olli, and had done until he’d remembered the game, now it was all he could think about, what the score was, whether Ballack had scored, how the back four were holding up... Olli laughed, “God, is that all?” he said with relief, kissing his lover, “I thought…never mind. Ok, this is something we can fix.” Christian looked at him, with a quizzical expression dancing on his face, “How so?” Olli grinned. “Wait there…” and ran off, returning seconds later with the car keys and more sweaters. “But Olli, we’re miles from anywhere, we’ll have missed it all if we drive anywhere- besides, this weekend is just about us...” Christian began to protest, silenced only by the darker man’s lips meeting his. “Just come on…” the older man said, grabbing his lover’s hand and pulling him out into the crisp night air. The two young men ran across the grass to the car, shivering slightly against the chill. Pulling on sweaters they climbed into the front seats and Christian turned to his partner. “Now what?” Olli grinned again. “The magic of electricity” he replied, as he put the key in the ignition and the radio blasted out. Flipping through the channels quickly, the voices of commentators soon filled the air. “Only 20 minutes in!” Olli announced proudly, his eyes meeting Christian’s as the younger man shook his head and leaned towards him. “I love you!” he murmured, pulling him into a deep kiss, his hand snaking around Olli’s neck, fingers lightly gripping the soft hair as his other hand felt its way up Olli’s taut chest, muscles moving against his touch as the older man leaned into the kiss. The moment was only broken as Christian pulled away to yell at a missed opportunity at goal. “Sorry!” he shame-facedly said as the moment passed, “I just get a bit carried away!” “Let’s just listen...” Olli laughed, pulling Christian into his arms. The rest of the match was spent with the two men huddled up, Christian occasionally yelling into the darkness as his lover regarded his face, the emotions passing as the state of play changed. It was amazing, Olli thought; as inward as Christian was, how much expression he had in him. He’d never felt happier, so… content. When he was younger sure, he’d had relationships that had made him almost as giddy, as “in love”, but never with this feeling of total contentment. That he’d finally found the one- one who loved him back as much as he loved him. As he watched him scream and yell and go wild with the first goal, he took a mental snapshot, to remember this perfect moment. Christian was on a total high, as Germany scored. The thrill, the feeling of pride, the love he felt for his country right now could only be equaled by the strength of feeling he had for the man next to him. Before he’d found love, only sport had made him feel this good, it wasn’t just his escape, his release, it was what made him believe in happiness, in better times. He couldn’t really even describe it himself- it was as important to him as breathing. In quieter moments of play he snuck glances at Olli, reveling in the handsome profile, the kind eyes illuminated in the moonlight. If someone had told him at the beginning of the year he’d be here now, in love with a man, and more than that, the most in love he’d ever been, he’d have called them a fool. Or punched them. And yet… here he was. So in love he wanted the world to know how amazing the guy next to him was- this man who seemed to understand him, the way he felt or thought, even before he did. He wanted to tell him how he felt, but words always seemed to come with difficulty. “I…” he started, just as Germany scored again, sealing the fate of the game, making Christian yell loud enough to wake up the nearest village, miles away. Olli laughed as the younger man leapt out of the car: “I LOVE PODOLSKI!!!” He proclaimed to the night sky. Olli climbed out and grabbed his waist. “Ho ho, do I have competition then?” Christian held his lover’s face in his hands, still shaking from excitement. “Never” he answered, before pulling him into his arms, wrapping him tightly as the game drew to an end, resting his cheek against his lover’s, feeling him breathe against his chest, in perfect unison. Olli stood there, melting into the embrace, enjoying the warmth of his lover’s arms, until he felt a wetness on his face. Pulling back he looked up, surprised to see Christian crying. “Hey…” he said softly, reaching up his hand and wiping the younger man’s cheek, “what’s wrong?” Christian shook his head, unable to speak. Olli felt at a loss, he’d no idea what had brought this on. All he could do was simply hold him, so he did, resting his forehead against his lover’s whilst Christian fought to find the words. Swallowing hard, the taller man tried to organize his thoughts. Finally he began to speak. “I guess… I’m so frustrated. Pissed off. Just now I felt so happy, so exhilarated, that we won, and it reminded me… this is how sport SHOULD make you feel, y’know?” He looked at Olli, searching for understanding in his eyes. Olli nodded and stroked his cheek softly, letting him know silently that he was there for him. In all ways. “When Wolle offered me that contract, I felt like a King, like all my dreams had come true. Finally it was something I could be proud of, that I’d achieved something, that I could put the past- prison- behind me. That I was honouring my father, that Gregor would be proud of me, I could become the best boxer Germany has ever seen.” Olli smiled as Christian paused for breath, both of them surprised at this outpouring. Finally the younger man continued, softer, slower this time. “But then…then came all this secrecy and lies and betrayal. Of you, of us…” Christian searched for the words to explain his heart. “This isn’t how being an athlete is supposed to make you feel, Olli, it’s shit. Being the best I can be, winning, all that is supposed to make me happy, proud of who and what I am- but how can it, when all the time I’m lying to everyone? How can I feel proud of achieving, when I’m having to pander to that arsehole the whole time? Hiding you, us, like it’s something I’m ashamed of- when I’m not. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I hate that Wolle is stopping me from enjoying that. That he’s making me feel trapped by my sport, not proud.” Both men fell silent, thinking about what had just been said. Eventually Olli spoke up. “So… what do you want to do?” “I have to break this contract.” Olli opened his mouth to argue, but Christian silenced him. “Olli, I don’t want to box without being honest. So- I can’t work with that arse. I’d rather not box at all than box for him. And this isn’t just for you- I know you’d support me, and I love you even more for that- but this is for me. Do you get it?” Olli nodded, pulling Christian into his arms again. Biting his lip he held his fears within. He knew the younger man wouldn’t blame him for losing this opportunity- but something deep within him told him, he might blame himself. But for now, he just wanted to enjoy being right here, in his arms, in the cold night air.

Part 2

Night had well and truly fallen by the time the car pulled up to the cabin. Climbing deeper into the mountain area just north east of Dusseldorf, Olli had found himself nodding off as the twists and turns of the road rocked him asleep. Christian looked down at his dozing companion and chuckled.

“Hey, Sleepyhead…” he shook his partner’s shoulder, smiling as eyes drowsily opened. “We’re here!”

Olli shuffled upright in his seat and looked around. Peering into the pitch black, he could just make out the edge of the building ahead of them.

“Wow. I’d forgotten just how dark it is here…”

Christian laughed,

“Ah, is the city boy scared?”

Olli smiled back at him and stuck out his tongue.

“Not when I have such a strong, handsome man to protect me…”

The younger man smirked, he loved it when his lover was so cheesy. It was one of those traits that many would find irritating as hell, but he found endearingly funny. One of the reasons he loved him, and oh God did he love him. Staring back at those cat-green eyes he wondered if he’d ever be brave enough to tell him. To lay his heart on the line.

A cloud passed over his face and, sure enough, Olli read him exactly. Putting a hand to his boyfriend’s cheek, he stroked the skin gently as Christian leant into his touch.

“You ok?”

Christian nodded.

“C’mon- let’s get this crap inside…” He jerked his thumb towards the hastily thrown stuff on the back seat. Gathering it up, the men slammed the doors shut and began to pick their way across the grass, Christian cursing inwardly for forgetting the torch. His feet felt the porch step gingerly and he fumbled with the key in the lock as his thoughts were broken by a dull thud and barrage of swearing behind him.

“FUCK SHIT PISS BASTARD!!!!”

As the door swung open he turned to see Olli jumping and hopping in circles behind him, clutching his foot.

“Couldn’t. See. Fucking. Step.” He explained through gritted teeth as the pain continued to shoot up his foot. “Trust me to fuck up a romantic moment” he was also muttering in his head, but felt secretly pleased to see how concerned Christian looked.

Dumping his stuff just inside the door, Christian turned back and helped Olli hop into the room and to the nearest chair.

“Hang on”

The younger man shuffled to the kitchen drawers and searched for some matches. Finally finding some he lit a couple of the paraffin lamps and took one back to the table. He saw how green Olli was looking and felt a new sense of worry sweep over him.

“Let me take a look.”

Olli watched as his partner took control, pulling up a chair and easing off his shoe and sock. He even forgot about the pain in his toe as he observed his lover’s hands moving over his skin, relishing the touch, until they contacted with the source of pain.

“OOOOOOWWWWWW!!!”

Christian looked up and smiled.

“Don’t be such a baby!” he said gently, placing Olli’s foot on the stool and grabbing a kitchen cloth under the cold water. Returning to his seat he gently wiped the cold towel over the foot, holding it down for a moment on the toe. He could feel his partner wince and he looked up, reassuring him with his eyes.

“I’m just feeling for any breaks. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

Olli tried to concentrate on thoughts of Christian in the shower as he poked and prodded at his toe. This only had the effect of now making his groin as well as his toe throb. A different kind of pain, much more pleasant.

Finally satisfied Christian placed the foot back on his lap.

“It’s not swelling so I don’t think it’ broken, it’s just going to be badly bruised.”

Olli grimaced.

“Great way to start the trip, I end up hobbling! So sexy huh!”

“You’re always sexy…”
“Even like this?”

Christian nodded. Leant in closer, so their faces were just inches apart.

“Especially like this. You know I love it when you’re helpless and at my mercy!”

“Mmm”

Both men shivered as their lips touched, hungry for that connection, that bond. Olli slipped his hands around Christian’s neck and fingers found their way into the soft hair that he loved to touch. Tongues intertwined as the kiss deepened, Christian sliding his hands around Olli’s slim hips, feeling his muscular torso under the light cotton. Olli’s lips left his and traveled south to his neck, kissing along the line of the sinew as the younger man’s hands traveled up his lover’s chest. Olli couldn’t stop a soft groan escaping as he was teased by playful fingers, his nipples growing hard under the touch. Hot breath hit his ear as Christian licked and kissed at his most sensitive of spots.

“God I want you” the young man’s voice was urgent, passionate. Without warning he stood up and in one swift move he picked the darker man up in his arms. The domination and desire turned Olli on like crazy and he felt his cock straining in his jeans as he was carried across the room.

Christian felt drunk, crazy as he carried his lover across the room, kissing, biting, grabbing at each other. No woman had ever made him feel like this, had made him just want, no NEED to be with them as much as the man in his arms. With a sense of urgency he kicked the door open.

“Time to really have that Brokeback Mountain moment!” he grinned at his lover.

Part 3 Olli sat up on his elbows and enjoyed the view before him, as Christian quickly removed his clothes, never once taking his eyes from those of the older man watching him. Sometimes, in moments like this, he almost felt he had to pinch himself. That he was really here, with this man who he’d dreamt of for so long, not thinking that anything would, could, ever happen- well, to him it was a miracle. Finally his lover was standing before him naked, unashamed and so obviously turned on, and Olli moved to take off his own clothes, eager to feel skin touching skin. The taller man moved forwards and straddled him, masculine thighs gripping him, pinning him down and covered his hands with his own. “Let me” he ordered, looking deep into his lover’s eyes. Between stolen kisses he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, following the buttons with his tongue, right down to the waistband, before tugging it out and pushing it off his shoulders. His moves were slow, deliberate- designed to tease and delight the older, more experienced man. For Christian, every time he was able to touch his lover like this still gave him the feeling of being a kid in a chocolate shop, not knowing what delights to sample first. Olli squirmed with delicious agony as Christian wriggled down his torso, placing his hands on the bulge in Olli’s jeans, squeezing gently, causing the older man to groan again, throwing his head back in pleasure. Painfully slowly he popped each button on the jeans, kissing the exposed cotton, his hot breath reaching the darker man’s cock and causing it to swell and dance before him. Finally he yanked the jeans and boxers down and off, his eyes following the line of exposed skin, taking great care to not touch the damaged toe, despite the distraction of Olli’s cock bouncing to life in front of him. Olli reached forward to tug at his lover’s boxers, but found his hand slapped away as he felt the weight of Christian straddling him again. He looked up, puzzled as his partner just stared at him in silence. “You are… so beautiful.” Christian finally spoke. The look of sincerity made it worth every bit of shit that Olli had put up with that week and despite feeling his cheeks growing redder he managed to reach up and pull his lover to him, kissing his reply back as mouths clashed in an emotional underlining of their feeling. “I never thought I’d ever say that to another man. But you are…the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Olli heard whispered in his ear as Christian kissed and licked, driving the older man wild with desire. The words and the work of Christian’s soft lips, hot tongue, the wetness of the trail he was licking down to his groin had Olli begging him softly to take him in his mouth, moaning gently as the younger man did so, licking at first, then taking the whole shaft in his mouth. As Olli ran his hands through the soft brown hair, his eyes met Christian’s and for one brief moment it seemed every part of them, every atom was perfectly connected- there was no other way to describe it. Making love with previous boyfriends, with the countless shags he’d encountered at sea- none of it came close to this. He felt himself coming closer to the edge and held himself back long enough to gasp out a warning to his lover- Christian had always pulled away- but this time the younger man paused long enough to say; “I want you to” And, for the first time, Olli allowed the pleasure to flow over him as he came again and again in that hot, wet mouth, Christian taking every last drop before pulling away. “Fucking hell, that was incredible!” Olli managed to whisper as Christian came back to place a soft kiss on his lips. Christian looked pleased, but also slightly nervous. “Really? Was it? Was I ok?” Olli grinned and kissed him again, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in. “Oh yes… you’re definitely learning fast…!” “Fuck off!” Christian laughed back and the guys tussled on the bed, Christian, as always, ending up on top, staring down with intensity. He knew what he wanted to say, he HAD to say it for fuck’s sake, Olli had said it days ago, but something held him back. As he cursed inwardly at his inability, Olli took pity and flipped the pair of them over, taking Christian by surprise. “Ha!!! Now who’s the strong boxer, huh?” Olli teased, placing his hands on Christian’s chest, playfully tweaking his nipples. Feigning defeat Christian threw his hands over his head. “Okay, I give up… I’m at your mercy…” “Good… because there’s a few things I’d like to do…” Christian felt his body tremble as Olli began his slow descent down his body, returning the favour. Oh it was going to be a long night- for all the right reasons…

OK I'm not sure If I'm posting this correctly but... this is an Ollian fic, set in the weekend break when Christian was arguing with Wolle.

The characters of Christian and Olli are not mine and belong to Das Erste- please watch Monday- Friday 6pm...

Anyhow... here goes- it's a bit smutty so X rated i guess...




Chapter1 A Weekend in the Country

Olli sighed the smallest of sighs to himself as he cracked open an icy cold beer and flopped on the sofa.

It truly had been the shittiest week since… well, since he and Tom had…

‘Best not think about that,’ the dark-haired man though to himself, pushing the past back where it belonged. Instead he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the seat, enjoying the feeling of the early summer breeze playing against his hair.

Yup, it had been a bitch of a week.
To be honest, he’d dealt with men like Wolle, and worse, what really bothered him was the effect it was having on his boyfriend. How sad his eyes were looking, and how much he wanted to reach out to him , to tell him everything would be ok, but then there that fat toad was, with his homophobic bullshit, whisking him away.

The sound of the door crashing open snapped his eyes open as his lover came into the room; actually, it seemed more like the room expanded when he was there, to accommodate him.

The younger man bounded into the room with a smile plastered across his face that just made Olli melt. Everytime. He’d always beena sucker for boyish charms, and Christian’s were infectious.

“Hey” he grinned, eager to tell his news to his boyfriend, but not before bouncing onto the sofa and grabbing him for a kiss. Neither of them could stop once they started, those kisses were so more-ish, like a tub of Pringles, once they popped, they couldn’t stop.

Eventually, as hands were starting to travel south and buttons were being popped open, the fairer-headed man leaned back.

“hey, hey…”

Olli pouted.
“but no-one’s in…it’s ok…”

he continued his assault on that long neck, only to be pushed off gently.

“No really!” Christian laughed.

“I have to tell you my news!”

Olli sat upright, still distracted by the flesh in front of him, but eager to listen.

“Well, all I’ve been able to think about these past few days is.. well, you know.”

Olli nodded. Words were kind of pointless. Since that night jogging there’d been a elephant in the room. A fat oily one.

“It’s driving me insane that I have to be this way, to betray you, us, what we have- it feels so dishonest. Olli, it goes against everything I”ve ever been, want to be. “ He paused, swallowed but his mouth was dry anyway.

“Anyway, it came to me this afternoon when I was training. What we need is to get away, just clear out of Dusseldorf , away from Wolle, away from Gregor, Judith, away from all the lies. Just us.”
“Ok….”

“So, remember that cabin? That place where you said you first fell for me…” both guys blushed, their hands intertwining in a soppy moment at the memory.

“Well I checked, it’s available- so I booked it for the weekend- please tell me you can come?”

Olli smiled at the nervousness on Christian’s face.
“Of course… I said I’d support you didn’t I? And anyway, this sounds like a lot more fun than our usual training schedule! When do we go?”

The young man looked sheepish.

“Erm…. Tonight?”