Midnight Sun (Arctic Love Book 3) (6 page)

Jørgen let Kosmo down on the bed and the little puppy cuddled up to Frey. Jørgen sat down on the edge of the bed, uncertain what to do next. Frey had asked him to stay the night, but what else did Frey expect?

"The poachers. Did you see them?" Frey's voice was low and hesitant and frightened. He wasn't looking at Jørgen, instead his eyes were trained on the ceiling.

"I did."

"W-was Radimir—?"

"No. At least I don't think so. I didn't see him or Aleksandr." Jørgen ran his hand over his face, then rested his chin in his palm as he gazed down at Frey.

"I hope not. I know you have a, uh, history with, uh, Radimir." Frey's voice lowered to a whisper at the end.

Jørgen bit his lower lip. "Does that bother you?"

"No." Frey sighed. "Everybody's got a history, right?"

"Yeah." Jørgen sighed. "There's Jonathan too. And my kids."

"I know." Frey smiled slightly. "I know about Jonathan and I know you've got kids."

"I never slept with Karina or Sara. I'm not bisexual. It was artificial insemination."

"I know." Frey's smile widened a fraction. "Andreas likes to talk and I like to listen, so... I know."

Jørgen couldn't help but smile a little too, but recalling the events of the day slowly killed it. "I'm sorry about today."

"It wasn't your fault." Frey rubbed a hand over his eyes and Jørgen could see he was tired.

"You should go to sleep." Frey needed to sleep after the day's trauma. He needed his rest.

"And you?" Frey's moss-green eyes were wide as he finally looked at Jørgen.

"I'll be here." He just wasn't sure exactly where here would be. Would he stay on the sofa?

"Will you be
here
?" Frey's eyes flickered away, but he softly patted the pillow next to his own.

"Sure." Relief spread through Jørgen's chest and he moved over Frey to settle down on the other side of him. Kosmo didn't so much as move an ear where he lay pressed to Frey's side.

Frey yawned.

Jørgen turned on his side and caressed Frey's cheek softly. "Go to sleep. I'll be here."

Frey grabbed a hold of Jørgen's hand and he didn't let go as he turned on his side. Jørgen had no other choice but to inch closer, careful of the puppy that was now pressed to Frey's lower back.

If he hadn't been so tired after the long, traumatic day he'd had, Jørgen might've had difficulties falling asleep with Frey holding onto him like that, and Frey's upper back pressed against his chest, but as it was, Jørgen felt his eyes drop instantly as he settled down.

Chapter Five

Jørgen woke to a tense body pressed up against his own and an aching morning wood. An aching morning wood that was pressed up against the tight arse that belonged to the tense body he had his arm wrapped around.

Jørgen rolled away in terror, hoping he hadn't done anything in his sleep to scare Frey away completely. To his surprise, Frey rolled over too. He had a tentative look in his eyes as he glanced from Jørgen's face, to his groin, and back to his face again.

"I'm sorry," Jørgen mumbled, rubbing at his face.

"Yesterday," Frey started slowly, bowing his head. "I was so scared. You were there for me though through it all, and you're
still
here with me."

Jørgen shut his eyes. This sounded a lot like a
'thank you, but no thank you'
.

"You make me feel safe, Jørgen," Frey continued slowly. "I feel so very safe when I'm with you, whenever you're around. That's why I want to try." He swallowed audibly. "If things had gone worse yesterday and that bullet had hit you instead of the horse. I would've had nothing to show for this." He motioned vaguely between himself and Jørgen. "I don't want to be afraid of being close to you anymore. S-so I want to, uh, try."

Jørgen opened his eyes slowly and blinked at Frey, who still had his head bowed and whose cheeks were flushed bright red. His hand, though, his thin, slender hand, inched up Jørgen's thighs towards his crotch.

Jørgen sucked in a breath. The warmth from Frey's hand felt good, even if it was outside his clothes. But at the same time he was worried. What if Frey couldn't deal with it and balked? What if he reverted to the way he'd been before? What if this ruined everything between them?

"Frey, are you sure—"

"I want to try," Frey murmured. "I want to be normal. I want
you
."

Jørgen's eyes flicked down to stare into Frey's. They were wide, nervous, but also completely sincere. Jørgen's eyes fell further, down Frey's small, thin body and he could see that Frey was aroused as well.

Frey's hand brushed Jørgen's hard cock, but his hand froze there. Either Frey didn't know how to continue, or he was too scared.

"Frey, how about
I
make
you
feel good?" Jørgen rolled onto his side. It was better, he figured, that he did something good for Frey. He doubted Frey had ever had much good done to him.

Frey swallowed, but he met Jørgen's eyes. He bit his lower lip, then nodded. His hand fell away from Jørgen's crotch and he instead fisted the bedsheets.

"Let me know if it's too much for you, okay?" Jørgen ran his hand down Frey's chest, until he reached the hem of his jumper. Frey had fallen asleep in all his clothes and Jørgen gently inched first the thick jumper over Frey's head, then the shirt and undershirt.

Frey's cheeks were tinted red by the time he lay bare-chested, but Jørgen only ran the flat of his hand over the pale skin, caressing him. "You're beautiful."

"Bit of an overstatement, isn't it?" Frey muttered.

"No." Jørgen shook his head, then bent down and nipped gently at Frey's lips. "No, it's not." He moved down Frey's neck, scattering small kisses on the smooth, pale skin.

A small moan escaped Frey's throat as Jørgen sucked a nipple into his mouth, and Jørgen couldn't help the smile that split his lips. He rolled over, insinuating himself between Frey's thighs as he continued his focus on the other nipple. Frey's only response was another low moan and to widen his thighs a bit to give Jørgen more room.

Jørgen slowly moved further south. He took his time caressing, kissing, licking and sucking Frey's skin. Frey was relaxed under him, for the time being, but as Jørgen reached his trousers, he started tensing up a bit.

"I'll make you feel so good," Jørgen murmured as he slowly unzipped the trousers and pulled them down Frey's thighs.

Frey was looking down at him, but he lay quietly. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing a bit more laboured than usual. Jørgen looked back into the green depths for a moment, then he finally, tentatively, cupped his hand around Frey's hard cock through his underwear.

Frey's breath hitched and his eyelids fell halfway shut.

"Does that feel good?" Jørgen wanted to be absolutely sure Frey was comfortable before he continued.

Frey nodded. "Y-yeah."

"Does your leg hurt?"

Frey shook his head. "Not much. Not enough to, uh—"

To stop. Got it
. Jørgen took a shot and pulled Frey's underwear down. Frey's cock bobbed free, hard and leaking. Frey was a bit under the average when it came to size, but that didn't faze Jørgen at all. Instead he simply wrapped one arm around the shaft and started stroking slowly.

A louder moan escaped Frey and now both his hands were fisted in the bed sheets. Jørgen watched his face for a moment, watched how red was still tinting Frey's cheeks. The blush wasn't because of embarrassment though, Jørgen could tell, but because of his body's reaction to Jørgen's touch.

Jørgen flicked his tongue out and licked lightly under Frey's cock-head. Frey gasped and his hips bucked. Jørgen was happy that he was allowed to make Frey feel good, and now he was going in for the absolutely best part. Wrapping his arms around Frey's thighs, he took the head of the hard, leaking cock into his mouth and slowly worked his way down.

"Jørgen," Frey panted, eyes now closed completely.

Jørgen increased speed and suction. He wanted to blow Frey's mind, to show him that there was nothing bad about sex. To show him how amazing sex could be. Whoever had hurt Frey in the past, Jørgen was adamant that he would show Frey what he'd been missing. He'd never hurt Frey, he'd make sure Frey was always feeling good, that he was safe.

"Jørgen—oh!" Frey shot into Jørgen's mouth. It came as a surprise, but not at all an unpleasant one. Jørgen swallowed and continued to suck on the head until Frey didn't have anything else to give him.

Jørgen shimmied up Frey's body. He wasn't sure if Frey would be comfortable kissing after Jørgen had just blown him, so he settled for brushing his lips over a smooth cheek.

Frey's arms wound themselves around Jørgen's neck and Frey kissed his stubbled cheek.

"I want to make you feel good too, Jørgen," he whispered. "Will you let me?"

How could Jørgen say no to that? He was rock hard and pre-come was already leaking through his underwear. He wanted Frey's hands on his skin, wanted to feel Frey's slender fingers around his cock—

The doorbell rang several short times in a row, followed by an incessant pounding on the door.

Jørgen pushed himself up, and he and Frey stared at each other for a long moment before either of them reacted.

"I'll go get it," Jørgen offered, since Frey wasn't dressed.

He carefully disentangled himself from Frey so he wouldn't hurt his leg, then got out of bed. He thumped his hand against his erection, willing it to go down. He was wearing all his clothes though, so hopefully the layers would hide his predicament.

He hurried through the flat, as the incessant knocking still hadn't stopped. He unlocked the door and found himself face to face with Varg once he'd opened it. Varg stared up at him for a second, then pushed Jørgen away and strode into the flat. "Frey!" he yelled. "Frey!"

Jørgen stared after his black-clad back, then turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at Jonathan, who was leaning nonchalantly against the outside railing.

"He just heard about what happened yesterday." Jonathan shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn't he supposed to be on the mainland?" Last time Jørgen had heard, Varg was still back in Oslo, working his termination notice.

"He's back." Jonathan tried to act nonchalant about that as well, but Jørgen could hear the smug undertone. "To stay." And with that Jonathan brushed past Jørgen into the flat as well.

Frey had got dressed again and hobbled out into the living room on his crutches. Varg was currently clutching at him, and Frey awkwardly hugged him back one-armed.

"Bloody hell, Frey. I come back and the first thing I'm told is that you were almost
shot
." Varg pulled back to look at his brother, then dove in for another tight hug.

"
Jørgen
was almost shot. I only fractured my leg. It's not so bad, really. We were lucky."

"You could've
died
." Varg did not seem to want to let Frey go. "Oh my God."

Frey patted Varg gently on the back, but he kept looking at Jørgen. Jørgen couldn't read Frey's expression right then, but he didn't think Frey regretted what they'd just done, at least.

"You can't bloody die, alright?" Varg said, arms tightening even more around Frey's neck. "Jesus, Frey. You can't do risky stuff like that."

Frey patted Varg's back. "You don't believe in Jesus."

Jørgen felt a paw scratch at the bottom of his jeans, and he looked down. Smiling, he bent down to scoop Kosmo up into his arms. Kosmo licked his face excitedly in greeting.

"Varg," Jonathan said. "Remember we have to be somewhere?"

"Oh yeah!" Varg pulled back from Frey, but didn't let him go. "Come on, we have to go."

"You want me to come?" Frey struggled against Varg's tug on his arm. "Where?"

"It's a surprise. Come on!"

Frey looked completely taken-aback as he glanced over at Jørgen. Jørgen shrugged. He had no idea what Varg was on about.

Varg's head turned to follow his brother's eyes and he stared at Jørgen silently for a couple of seconds. "Hey, Jørgen," he said eventually. "You can come too."

"Come where?" Frey asked quietly.

"I told you, it's a surprise. Come on, get ready so we can get going. Now. Chop chop."

Jørgen was just as bewildered as Frey as to what Varg was on about, but they both ended up doing exactly what Varg wanted them to.

*~*~*

"Look who's visiting!" Varg beamed and pushed Frey past the threshold into Christian and Andreas' living room.

Frey stumbled a bit, then was enveloped in a tight hug.

"My baby, it's so good to see you again!"

Frey's eyes widened in wonder.

"Mum!"

He threw his own arms around her, hugging her just as tightly as she was embracing him.

She laughed when she eventually pulled away to hold him at arm's length. Her eyes roved his face, studying him, and Frey took his time studying her too. She was her usual self, with a wide smile matching her continuously good mood. Her long, blonde hair hung braided and heavy over one shoulder. A wide tunic and skirt covered her body, flowing around her. She'd always been a slim woman, but she was plumper now. The tight hug from before hadn't been like they usually were.

"Hey, mum, correct me if I'm wrong, but people in Africa are starving right?"

Frey turned to look at Varg, who was studying their mum with a light frown.

"Yes." Their mum cast him a confused look.

"Then shouldn't you have
lost
weight instead of
gaining
it?"

Frey's hand shot up to cover his mouth. "Varg!" His brother had always been straight-forward, and sometimes he could be downright rude.

"I'm just saying." Varg threw his hands in the air. "I noticed it back in Oslo, when they came home, but in all the flurry of leaving for Svalbard I never got to ask. It was quite obvious now though, when she was hugging
you
."

A smile had spread on their mother's face as Varg talked. "As a matter of fact, there is something we want to tell you." Arms wrapped around her shoulder and Frey looked up at his tall, slender, blond father, who was also grinning widely.

"We're pregnant," he said.

Their mum slapped his hands away from her shoulders. "I was going to be the one to tell them the news, you buffoon!"