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This entry is in the series Holiday exchanges<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Author's Note:<\/strong> Yuletide pinch hit for yeats. When choosing a prompt, I was genuinely torn, but in the end it came down to me having watched \u201cHawaii\u201d only once (to date) and therefore not feeling quite as confident writing Martin and Eugenio. Very much hope you enjoy my take on the further adventures of Bruno and Pablo\u2026 \ud83d\ude42 Title from Bruno and Pablo\u2019s Peter Pan conversation on the beach. Warning: present tense and shifting POVs.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Outright laughter is not the reaction either one of them expected.<\/p>\n

They show up at Ana\u2019s birthday party with varying degrees of nervousness, both of them taking and dropping the other\u2019s hand multiple times, followed by shared looks of wry amusement. Bruno is probably slightly more on edge, since it is mostly his friends they\u2019re facing, but it\u2019s Pablo who shies away at first when Bruno slings an arm around his shoulder. After a second, however, he relaxes into Bruno\u2019s embrace and even presses a quick kiss to his boyfriend\u2019s lips, an apology of sorts that\u2019s completely unnecessary but appreciated nonetheless. They have a lot of moments like this.<\/p>\n

Still, it\u2019s this kiss, innocent as it was, that leads to the laughter. Ana laughs the loudest, but everyone else also seems to find it very hilarious, the only exception being Vincent, who of course knows all about them but who remains in the background, smirking around the neck of his beer bottle. Bruno swears at them all, looking rather offended, while Pablo buries his face in Bruno\u2019s hair and whispers, loudly: \u201cWell, what did you expect? We did pretend to be boyfriends before, after all\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it\u2019s different now!\u201d Bruno complains, throwing up his hands theatrically, after which Pablo simply has to kiss him again, letting his lips linger until Bruno\u2019s pout dissolves and their audience begins to cat-call. Dimly they can hear Vincent dissolve the crowd by gruffly shooing everyone away from \u201cthe lovebirds\u201d, but neither one of them feels like breaking the kiss for several more minutes.<\/p>\n

Later that night, after everyone has stopped sniggering and Pablo has stopped blushing, a group of them are passing a joint around in Ana\u2019s bedroom. Bruno and Pablo have claimed the bed, Bruno taking up most of the space, lying with his head in Pablo\u2019s lap and laughing up at his boyfriend, his face soft and open with more than beer and weed. It makes Pablo wish for his camera, and he closes his eyes as he deeply inhales the smoke, taking a mental picture instead. The next moment he is roused from his thoughts when Javier jostles them to make room for himself and Ana, which is only fair since it is their bed, after all.<\/p>\n

Bruno grumbles but levers himself into a sitting position, although he ends up more than half-way in Pablo\u2019s lap, boneless with lazy contentment. The smile on Pablo\u2019s face proves irresistible, and Bruno leans in for another kiss, swallowing Pablo\u2019s small, half-embarrassed laugh when Ana squeals in delight. She\u2019s not alone in this, most of the girls in the room seem to watch them with something close to glee. On the other hand Bruno notices out of the corner of his eyes that Javier, along with a majority of the guys, is pointedly looking elsewhere, trying to appear nonchalant, unbothered by the sight of two men kissing.<\/p>\n

Bruno remembers feeling like this, trying to push down the uncomfortable sensation itching under his skin when confronted with intimacy between guys, but it seems like a strange dream now, the feel and taste of Pablo having long done away with any remnants of discomfort. He would quite happily have gone on kissing, giving everyone a bit of a show just because he can, but Pablo breaks away, face red under his tan but grinning defiantly at their spectators: \u201cStop gawking, everyone, we\u2019re not the entertainment! And Bruno, maybe we better continue this at home, hm?\u201d<\/p>\n

His smile turns inward, intimate and wicked, and Bruno\u2019s stomach does a slow somersault. Ana slaps his hip and he forces his eyes away from Pablo and to her flushed face and bright eyes, dancing with amusement: \u201cAs much as I enjoyed the show, I think your boyfriend is right. You take care of this one, I like him!\u201d<\/p>\n

Pablo knows he\u2019s blushing again and hopes against hope it\u2019s not showing under his stubble, but he is pleased nonetheless, glad their first outing as a couple has gone so well. Their friends are a mostly urban, well-educated crowd who are all in favour of gay marriage, but still, they both know it could have gone differently. Maybe it still will in another setting, with other people, but for now Pablo gets to relax and forget he\u2019s now officially out as gay, bi, or whatever. He also gets to push Bruno down on his bed and cover him with his body, all flat planes and coarse hair where he\u2019d been used to soft curves and smooth skin, differences that are no longer disconcerting. Instead there is pleasure to be found in knowing exactly how and where to touch Bruno to make him curse, in not having to worry about hurting him accidentally, in the way it\u2019s completely okay to go to sleep almost immediately after they\u2019ve both come.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re no big post-coital cuddlers, either one of them, but Bruno loves that Pablo always gets a wet cloth to clean them both before moving to what is now his side of the bed and falling asleep. In the morning, after waking up curled around Pablo more often than not, Bruno reciprocates by making them coffee, and serving it to Pablo, who\u2019s barely more than a sleepwalker, in bed, along with a kiss. These little rituals remain unchanged whether they\u2019re at Bruno\u2019s or Pablo\u2019s, and Bruno has more than once prepared two cups even when they hadn\u2019t spent the night together. He kind of loves that, too, and so does Pablo when he tells him, his eyes shining with the same light they had when he first saw Bruno\u2019s bedside table.<\/p>\n

It had been in Bruno\u2019s letter, the fact that the little toy bucket had taken up residence next to his bed, but seeing it was different, and it had somehow resulted in Pablo\u2019s first attempt at giving a blow job. Like most sex things with them, it had been both better and stranger than either one of them had experienced before. Better because the sight of Pablo\u2019s lips around his cock is now one of Bruno\u2019s most favourite things, and stranger because Pablo never in a million years expected to actually get off from sucking another guy\u2019s dick. He doesn\u2019t quite come, but it\u2019s always a close thing, and Bruno likes kissing Pablo while he strokes him until he finishes, the taste of himself still fresh on Pablo\u2019s tongue.<\/p>\n

Obviously Bruno\u2019s prediction, that sex between them couldn\u2019t live up to their imagination, has been proven wrong many, many times by now. Sometimes it\u2019s awkward, and they laugh a lot, more than either one of them ever has with any girl, but mostly it\u2019s good, more than good, and they spend a lot of time just making out like teenagers and then lying side by side, dozing and talking about whatever pops into their heads. They also fuck, although it took them a while to get there, their asses a strange sort of no-man\u2019s land until Bruno admitted that he had quite liked it when some of his more adventurous ex-girlfriends had fingered him. He\u2019s still the one who enjoys bottoming more, urging Pablo to go faster, harder, deeper, although now and then Pablo likes the intimacy of feeling Bruno buried deep inside of him. That also why, when he\u2019s the one getting fucked, they always do it face to face, because the sight of Bruno\u2019s face when he comes is just about the hottest thing Pablo has ever seen.<\/p>\n

He admits as much to Veronica when the three of them meet a couple of days after Ana\u2019s birthday. Having found a table, Bruno kisses Pablo before making his way to the bar, and Veronica watches the way Pablo\u2019s eyes follow Bruno and inquires curiously what they\u2019d been doing before coming here. So Pablo tells her, and she laughs, kissing his cheek fondly, which is when Bruno comes back carrying their drinks. He mock-scowls and wraps a possessive arm around Pablo\u2019s waist: \u201cAre you trying to seduce my boyfriend, woman?\u201d<\/p>\n

Veronica laughs again, but there\u2019s an edge to it: \u201cDon\u2019t you worry, he\u2019s safe with me. But how come you\u2019re all caveman? From what I hear, you\u2019re no model of faithfulness...\u201d<\/p>\n

She\u2019s been Pablo\u2019s friend for a long, long time, but right now he wishes she wouldn\u2019t try to protect him. Bruno is giving him a sidelong glance, but Pablo is avoiding his eyes, instead looking at Veronica darkly: \u201cYou didn\u2019t hear that from me! I haven\u2019t been complaining, so I don\u2019t see why you should even\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine, Pablo, it\u2019s fine,\u201d Bruno quickly interrupts, forcing his boyfriend to face him with a gentle hand on his cheek, the stubble coarse against his fingertips. He lowers his voice, not really caring whether Veronica can hear him or not, only wanting the faint trace of shadows to leave Pablo\u2019s eyes: \u201cShe\u2019s right, after all - you know better than anyone, what with Laura and everything. But with you there\u2019s no one else. I don\u2019t know why, but there isn\u2019t. And if there ever was, I\u2019d tell you. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Okay. And me, too. In case you were wondering.\u201d Pablo is trying to appear impassive, but his pleasure is visible in the way he quickly bites is lip, in the crinkling around his eyes. Bruno was telling the truth, he doesn\u2019t know why he\u2019s not even thinking about going with anyone else, woman or man. But Pablo is still looking at him in that way that spreads warmth through his whole body, and Bruno figures he doesn\u2019t need to know the reason, only that in this, too, being with Pablo is different. Then Pablo\u2019s lips are soft against his, for just a moment, and his voice is laced with laughter: \u201cIt\u2019s probably because we\u2019re 12 years old and don\u2019t share well with others.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bruno barks a short laugh, surprised, except not really, because the way they get<\/em> one another is a big part of why the whole thing happened, after all. Pablo joins in, and Veronica is looking at them as if they\u2019ve gone slightly mad, but they\u2019re kissing again, mouths sliding wetly against each other, and have forgotten her. For all that they\u2019re in public, in the private spaces between their lips, their bodies, they\u2019re traveling together in Neverland, two boys exploring a country full of strangeness and wonder.<\/p>\n

A short while later, an impatient Veronica smacks Pablo's butt non-too-gently, breaking them apart, and laughs when they both look offended. Exchanging a rueful grin, they turn back to their friend and their conversation. If Veronica notices Bruno's hand resting on Pablo's thigh beneath the table, she's polite enough not to tell. At the end of the night she hugs them both equally hard, and back at his place, Bruno takes Pablo apart with his hands and mouth until he's shivering and gasping. Afterwards, Pablo returns the favour by finger fucking Bruno, slow and deep, his eyes never leaving Bruno's face, his voice the trigger for Bruno's orgasm: \"I love you.\"<\/p>\n

Pablo says it over and over while Bruno's whole body shudders, arching off the mattress with the force of his release. Finally, halfway recovered, Bruno shuts him up with a kiss full of sweetness and adoration, but the words never lose their meaning and are repeated in kind, warming the scant inches between their bodies as they both slip into sleep.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

End Note:<\/strong> Gay marriage became legal in Argentina in 2010.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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