Convergence

Now Shaun stood next to me, on the familiar doorstep leading to cousin Janne’s apartment block. It was a charming gothic hulk, with crenellated roofline and a great stone arch over the front door. He would let us spend the night on the futon, maybe I’d get laid if Shaun was in the mood, and then get a good night’s rest before we embarked on the last leg of my journey... Vienna.

Gunnar waited there, I was sure. Did he suspect I was on my way to him? Would he be excited to know, or fearful? And what about Shaun? He thought he was playing the guardian angel, rescuing the hot but helpless Kurt. Hah! Did he know that he was part of the plan? Did Shaun have any idea where this adventure as the Good Samaritan would lead him?

Schoneburg seemed like a nice enough place, but the overall ambience was too garish for Shaun’s tastes – he wasn’t much into the “gay scene.” Kurt, on the other hand, seemed very much at ease – more than that, he seemed at home. Shaun was glad that Kurt didn’t suggest stopping by one the clubs in which the young roughneck had surely spent many drunken nights. Shaun definitely wasn’t in the mood to party. All he wanted to do was kick back and relax, get his thoughts together… maybe talk Kurt into giving him some more of that thug loving. He really loved the fucking Kurt gave him the night before, but was the roguish young man willing to give a repeat performance?

Kurt’s behavior had been hot and cold since the minute they met – friendly one minute, cold and distant the next. Kurt seemed eager to let Shaun buy him some food and he readily accepted Shaun’s offer to drive him to Berlin. It didn’t even take a lot of seducing to get his dick out of his pants into Shaun’s cumhole. But he never really seemed to open up. Shaun wasn’t foolish enough to think that they’d have this immediate bond, but he started to wonder if Kurt had any feelings for him at all. Was Kurt even attracted to him? Was the incredible sex they’d had just way to show his gratitude for Shaun’s generosity? It didn’t feel like it. Nobody fucked like that if they weren’t into it. Did they? Maybe, he thought, it was just his desire to have a deeper relationship with Kurt that made him think there was more to their coupling than just physical gratification. He had no objections to a meaningless fuck with someone as sexy as Kurt, he would have even accepted having Kurt as a regular fuck buddy. What he really wanted, though, was a companion.

It wasn’t such a farfetched dream. Their lives weren’t so different really. As a hired gun, Shaun had seen and done things that would make most hardened criminals cringe, and he did them with ruthless accuracy and indifference. Most of his targets were slimy bastards, who deserved to die, but it was guys like Kurt, who were just down on their luck, that made Shaun’s heart bleed and made him seem foolish and weak. And he was. He would have done anything to make Kurt happy as evidenced by the ridiculous trip to Vienna.

He followed Kurt into the building where his cousin lived. It was quaint… comfortable… clean. He didn’t require much else. He didn’t even need a bed. They walked up the flight of stairs to Cousin Janne’s apartment and knocked on the door with the crooked number 7. A few minutes later, a young man answered the door.

“Kurt? Is that you?” Janne swept Kurt up into a warm embrace then stepped back to look at his noticeably younger cousin. “What are you doing back in Berlin? I’d heard that you’d gotten into...” Janne looked at Shaun, and then looked back at Kurt.

“Janne, this is my... friend, Shaun.” Janne and Shaun shook hands and shared brief pleasantries. Then Janne invited his cousin and his cousin’s “friend” in.

“Are you back for good?” Janne asked.

“No,” Kurt replied, “We’re leaving for Vienna tomorrow... I was hoping you’d let us spend the night here.”

“Yes, of course you may spend the night, but... why are you going to Vienna?”

Kurt glanced at Shaun. “I’m going to stay with Ludwig for a while... just until I get back on my feet.”

Janne’s brow wrinkled with contention. He opened his mouth to argue then choked back his words when he remembered he was in the presence of a stranger. Instead, he ushered his cousin and his guest deeper into his apartment, to a cozy little sitting room.

“I don’t have much room... I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the futon.”

“This will be perfect,” Kurt answered before Shaun could object – not that he was going to. “We just need a place to lay our heads down for the night.”

Janne smiled and nodded his head. “It is really good to see you, Kurt,” he said.

“It’s good to see you too, Janne.”

They sat down – Janne in a well-worn, leather armchair, Shaun and Kurt side by side on the futon – and the cousins caught up on current happenings and reminisced about old times. Kurt seemed a little uncomfortable having Shaun there. He’d never felt close enough to anyone to share the intimate and often embarrassing details of his past, yet there he was revealing talking about his life in front of a stranger with whom he had questionable feelings. Shaun noticed Kurt’s discomfort and tried to downplay his interest in his companion’s life even though he desperately wanted to know everything there was to know about the enigmatic German. Kurt and Janne talked through the afternoon and into the evening. Shaun listened in feigned disinterest and watched the sky change from blue, to amber, to black. It was close to 11:00 when Janne decided he should let the road weary travelers get some rest.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay on the futon?” he asked, handing his guests some pillows and a blanket.

“We’ll be fine,” Shaun assured him.

Janne restructured the futon, bade them goodnight and left the room. Kurt was the first to get undressed – making quick work of his leather jacket and T-shirt before fumbling with the hook and zipper on his jeans. Shaun turned his back to Kurt as he slowly undressed. He wiggled out of his gray turtleneck, trying to remove his gun holster at the same time without letting Kurt see it. He had no idea how a man with an obvious criminal record would react, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be good. Shaun turned around and finished stripping down to his briefs.

Kurt was standing by the side of the bed watching Shaun undress. The lump in his boxers made it very clear that he liked what he saw. Shaun blushed slightly. He wasn’t used to someone staring at him so licentiously although he liked the way it made him feel. Kurt turned out the lights. Everything in the room was bathed in the cool, blue light of the moon. Shaun spread out the blanket and slipped under it. Kurt shimmied out of his underwear, crawled into bed, and snuggled up to his partner. He was unapologetic in his desires to fuck Shaun again, moving in and taking what he wanted.

Shaun felt Kurt’s angry cock poking against the back of his thigh and his rough hand sliding across his hip.

“You sure we should do this in your cousin’s living room?” Shaun asked.

“It’ll be okay as long as we’re quiet,” Kurt whispered. His fingers slid under the waistband of Shaun’s underwear and pushed them off his hips. Shaun kicked out of the briefs and tossed them on the floor beside the bed.

Now Kurt’s dick lay nestled between Shaun’s firm butt cheeks. It was a familiar sensation, one he’d experienced less than 24 hour prior when he poked him in the hotel room. He longed to be in Shaun’s tightness again, listening to his muffled growls as he pounded that pristine asshole.