Happy Birthday

“It’s hot.”

Finland fell back onto the bed, smiling. The heat was a welcome exchange from the cold temperatures back home, and he was glad to be somewhere else for his birthday—was glad to be experiencing December in a different climate. He sighed, content, and looked over to where Sweden was standing awkwardly with their things.

“Wanna go swimming?” he asked cheerfully, appalled that Sweden was still dressed in his jacket. It was a good 30 degrees outside and Finland had only just switched on the air conditioning, listening to it hum pleasantly. Sweden still didn’t answer and Finland started to fidget nervously, afraid that he’d done something wrong. “Aren’t you hot?”

“’ little...”

Finland sat up, smiling nervously. “Take your jacket off or something,” he tried to reason, “you’re making me uncomfortable.” Sweden did as he was told, folding his jacket on the chair nearby and sitting next to Finland suddenly. “Y-you could have told me to move if you wanted to sit here.”

“Not really.” Sweden brushed a hand over Finland’s cheek softly, staring at him.

/Oh, so that’s what this is about…/

While it was true that Finland had wanted for a long time to go somewhere warm on vacation, that hadn’t been the only reason they had decided to leave home for the weekend…

“I-It’s starting to cool down a bit, huh?” Finland commented nervously, trying to maintain an air of ignorance. As much as he’d grown used to Sweden and his oddities, he still managed to make Finland feel nervous. Especially when he stared like that…

“Aa.”

Sweden continued to caress his cheek, watching him intently. He wasn’t entirely sure what he should do, as the very thought of asking made his cheeks flush. He doubted Finland would say anything, and even if he did Sweden was fairly sure he would still die of embarrassment.

/Oh well, it’s not so bad…/

Finland smiled and covered Sweden’s hand with his own, blushing.

“You’re not tired at all?” he asked sweetly, turning to kiss the palm of Sweden’s hand. “It was a long trip.”

Sweden replied by tackling his lover to the bed, holding him stubbornly without a word. Sometimes, he could be so ridiculously cute. “Love you, Su-san.”

It had taken too long for Finland to realize just how it was he felt and since then the two of them had been walking on eggshells around Sealand-kun. This was the first chance that the two of them had had to be alone—having to escape halfway around the world for the opportunity.

“L-love you, too.” Sweden had buried his face in his hands suddenly, embarrassed. That was part of what Finland found so endearing about him—the shy, awkward man hidden beneath that cool, intimidating exterior. Suddenly he didn’t care about the rest of the island, or the heat. He just wanted to be close to his lover.

“Su-san, kiss me,” he pleaded, pressing close to Sweden and prying his hands away softly. Sweden took Finland’s hands in his in response, kissing his forehead. Finland wasn’t satisfied with this and he moved to capture Sweden’s lips with his own.

Sweden rubbed Finland’s hands affectionately, kissing his fingers when they finally parted.

“Love you,” he repeated more confidently, pulling Finland closer and kissing him again. He watched him intently, only closing his eyes when Finland let out a soft noise and wrapped his arms around him.

“Your glasses,” Finland muttered softly, pulling back to remove Sweden’s glasses carefully. “Can you see?” Sweden nodded, sliding his hands under Finland’s shirt cautiously. He felt Finland’s body shiver under his fingertips, his own body heating up and tingling with the excitement.

“Su-san,” Finland breathed, moving to help Sweden remove his shirt and folding against him. Lazy and content he fumbled with the buttons of Sweden’s shirt slowly, exchanging languid kisses with his lover. He moaned as Sweden’s hands ran over his back slowly, finally undoing the last button and staring mesmerized at his exposed chest. He seemed to purr under Sweden’s caresses, arching his back and sliding his hands under Sweden’s shirt to circle around his back.

“Finland…” Sweden was absolutely enthralled by the sight, hardly able to believe that he was the reason Finland was behaving this way. “Fin…” Sweden kissed him sweetly, letting out a surprised gasp as Finland pressed tightly against him and took control. They both moaned as the kiss grew more passionate, holding each other tightly. Sweden’s hands drifted ever lower, grabbing Finland’s ass and squeezing gently as he pressed their hips together, glad to feel that he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself as Finland’s forming erection pressed against his.

Breathing his lover’s name softly, Sweden bent to kiss and nip at Finland’s neck.

“Su-san…” Finland tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to further exploration. His breath caught as Sweden ran his tongue over the side of his neck, sucking at the junction where his shoulders met his neck. He held tighter to Sweden, fingers digging into his back encouragingly.

He was slowly moved to lay on his back, Sweden kneeling over him. He felt his cheeks burn hot, suddenly shy of Sweden’s attention. He didn’t have time to protest, however, as Sweden took his breath away with a sudden kiss, his eyes sliding closed to savor the sensation. He could hardly think as hands moved up over his sides, and Sweden moved to kiss softly at the dip in his collarbone as calloused fingers ran over his chest lovingly. He cried out in surprise as fingers latched unto his nipples, rubbing and pinching the sensitive nubs.

The sensation was intensified as he could feel Sweden’s gaze intently focused on him, making him self-conscious. Slowly he opened his eyes to stare pleading up at him, whimpering.

“Su-san, i-if you don’t stop…” He could hardly believe how sensitive his body had become, but each touch of Sweden’s lips and fingers made his whole being shudder, and he didn’t know how much more he could handle.

Sweden seemed to understand, kissing him softly and moving to unfasten his lover’s pants. He let his shirt slide off his shoulders as he unfastened his own pants, watching in fascination as Finland slid out of his.

“Su-san, p-please don’t stare…”

“S’ry.” Moving to hold Finland against him lovingly, Sweden reached between them to take hold of his lover’s erection, moving his hand slowly. Finland gasped and covered his mouth to muffle his moans, resting his head on Sweden’s shoulder. “Sea-kun’s not here,” he whispered softly, removing Finland’s hand from his mouth and sucking on a slender digit as he continued to stroke his shaft carefully, sliding his thumb over the slit.

“Ah! I…I….”

Sweden let Finland’s finger slip from his lips, stopping his motions to dig through his pocket, removing the bottle of lube he had placed there earlier before removing the last of his clothing.

“Lay down,” he instructed carefully, closing his eyes as Finland reached to stroke his erection. “Fin…” Finland smiled, stopping his motions and laying down as he was instructed, spreading his legs shyly. “Further.” Finland blushed darkly, spreading his legs wider. “”Un.” Sweden opened the bottle and poured a large amount over his fingers, dropping the bottle beside him and covering his face as he massaged the tight hole presented to him so shamefully.

Finland breathed his name, pulling the hand from his face and smiling at him shyly.

“Feels good,” he assured him, lacing his fingers with Sweden’s lovingly. Slowly Sweden began to push a finger inside him, watching him carefully as he did so. Finland’s grip on his hand tightened, but he could tell how seriously Finland was trying to stay calm and loose. He didn’t look like he was in pain, and so Sweden continued to press inside, massaging the muscles inside carefully. Kissing Finland softly, he began to move his finger in and out of him, watching as Finland’s brow furrowed in concentration, his lips parting to let out heavy breaths and whimpering moans.

“Adding ‘nother.” Finland nodded, bracing himself for the pain—and it came. It wasn’t at all like he had expected, and so he relaxed quickly. It wasn’t unbearable, just a sharp stinging sensation that persisted at the edge of his sensation. “Ya okay?” Sweden asked in concern, watching Finland’s face for signs of discomfort. He let go of his lover’s hand and began to stroke his waning erection once again, concerned as Finland moved in response, his face scrunching as Sweden’s fingers shifted inside him.

“I’m all right,” he reassured him, smiling shakily. “I’ll be fine.” Sweden smiled and moved to kiss to head of Finland’s cock teasingly, staring at Finland and licking precum from where it had smeared on his lips. “Oh God, Su-san…” Finland was mesmerized by the sight, his eyes glossing over as he stopped thinking about their situation.

Sweden removed his fingers slowly—careful not to hurt him on the way out—and picked up the bottle that lay beside him, frowning as he realized that a small portion had leaked unto the bed sheets. Choosing to ignore it for the time being, he applied a fair amount to his own erection, moving to once again slide his fingers over Finland’s asshole before pressing the head of his cock against the small entrance.

“I’ll be fine,” he repeated, both to himself and to Sweden. “I’ll be fine…”

This was enough for Sweden, and he slowly pushed inside, stopping in order to let Finland adjust. It was more painful than Finland had thought it would be—far more painful than any fingers could have been. Tears formed in his eyes unwillingly, and he fought to keep them back—telling himself that everything would be better once they really started. If he cried now, Sweden would stop—he knew that for a fact.

“I’m fine,” he said mostly to himself, closing his eyes and focusing all of his attention on keeping himself relaxed. There would be time to enjoy this sensation once the pain had subsided, and he bit his lip as Sweden pressed in deeper, telling himself over and over to relax.

“I’m stopping.” Sweden began to pull out, concerned for Finland’s comfort. It felt amazing—he wasn’t going to deny that—but it wasn’t worth it if Finland was in this much pain.

“No!” Finland wrapped his legs around Sweden and stared at him in disbelief, tears falling from his eyes unbidden. “Y-you can’t stop. If you stop…” Finland wiped his eyes furiously, glaring at him. “It’s not going to change. If you stop now, we’ll never do it.” Sweden was about to protest, but Finland stopped him. “I want to, Su-san. It hurts, but… I wanna do it, too.”

“Finland…” Sweden couldn’t think of the right way to apologize, realizing that he hadn’t really taken Finland’s feelings into consideration. Slowly he continued, resting a hand on Finland’s knee as he continued to press inside him, stopping only when he was buried as deep as he could go.

“See, I’m fine,” Finland tried to reassure him, between heavy, controlled breaths. “Give me a minute and I’ll be fine.” It seemed much longer than a minute when Finland finally spoke again, removing his legs from around Sweden.

Sweden was glad to hear Finland’s encouragement, pulling out slowly and pushing back inside.

“All right?”

Finland nodded, pressing back against Sweden as he thrust again. As their pace quickened the pain began to fade away, leaving Finland in a pleasant, dreamlike haze. With each thrust he moaned, calling his lover’s name. He could hear Sweden calling his name as well, and was overcome with the amazing sensation that coursed through his body with each thrust.

There was nothing frantic in their lovemaking, and his orgasm came in that same haze—physical sensation and pure emotion gathering slowly and strongly in the center of his being, releasing in a sudden flood of sensation that left him breathless. He cried out as he felt Sweden’s climax filling him up, coating his insides and touching parts of him that had until then remained beyond their reaches.

As he lay there basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Finland continued to shower Sweden with words of love and adoration, his senses dulled and yet never sharper. He was convinced that this—this feeling right now—could only be love in its purest form, no longer clouded by insecurities and self-importance. This warm, comfortable, all-encompassing feeling.

Thoughts of his lover were the only clear thoughts in his mind, even as their bodies were pulled apart and a warm, wet substance slid from between his thighs.

“I love you.”

Finland looked up at Sweden’s peaceful face—no longer hidden behind his hands in shame—and smiled contentedly.

This was the gift he had truly wanted this holiday.