Look what I found in my comments.... Meridae fic

Meridae is writing this and secreting it in comments. It’s adorably sweet.
For reference: Part the first Part the second



"C'mon, Aerin, it's good for you!" Sven smiled broadly, nodding suggestively in the direction of his groin.

"Oh really?" Aerin lifted one unconvinced eyebrow, his attention only momentarily shifted from the latest fad diet book he was reading. Sven really wanted to rip the book out of his boyfriend's hands and burn it, but that hadn't gone down so well the last time he'd tried.

"Yup, full of vitamins . . . minerals . . . protein . . "

"Uh huh . . . "

"Low carb, fat free . . . bet it doesn't even have any calories!"

"I seriously doubt that!" Aerin snorted and went back to reading his book.

Sven humphed in displeasure. It was ridiculous! Aerin did NOT need to lose weight. No, he didn't have a ripped eight back of steel, and his butt was nicely rounded (and Lord, didn't Sven just love getting his hands on it), and he didn't have the well defined, bulky muscles that he thought were the epitome of masculinity. But he was small and compact, padded in just the right places to make him a solid armful and a delight to hold close at night, and really, it was about time that Aerin realised Sven loved him just the way . . .

Wait, what???

Sven swallowed. And stood. And stared at Aerin. Then swallowed again. Staring. Thinking. Realising.

Well.

Sven tested the thought. Poked it. Prodded it. Turned it around in his mind.

Yup. Still there. Still true. And maybe, just maybe, the exact thing Aerin needed to hear right now. *Before* he risked his health by embarking on another drastic 'lose 500 pounds in five minutes' escapade.

And even if it didn't work, it still deserved to be said, and Aerin certainly deserved to hear it.

Stealing his resolve, Sven took the few steps separating him from his gorgeous, shapely and not!fat boyfriend, and plopped himself in Aerin's lap, firming and most definitely between the man, and whatever ridiculous piece of crap Aerin was convinced would make him worthy of Sven's love.

Sven settled himself in Aerin's lap, immediately swooping down to claim his boyfriend's lips in a searing kiss. He made sure it was deep, expressing all the love, desire and attraction that he felt for the other man.

He pointedly didn't touch the diet book that Aerin still held - now dangling somewhat - in his left hand.

"What was that for?" Aerin gasped as Sven broke the kiss and cupped Aerin's cheek tenderly in one hand, his gaze catching and holding the other's as he searched the depths for a return of feeling.

It was there, oh lord it was there. Aerin didn't avoid his eyes, didn't try to break the contact, just returned everything Sven gave him and more - more anxiety, fear and uncertainty than Sven had realised existed.

"Did you know . . ." Sven began, speaking out loud as well as signing the words (because everything was more intense, more believable when said in two languages at once) ". . . that I love you?"

"No . . . wait . . . what?" Aerin gulped, and his faint accent - more a speech impediment really, the only sign he'd been born deaf and learned to speak later after a cochlear implant - thickened along with his emotions.

And, if Sven was judging aright, something else deep down in Aerin's pants.

"I love you," Sven repeated - aloud and in sign - simply.

Now Aerin gulped and looked away. "Don't be stupid, Sven, you can't fool around and say shit like that."

Sven used the hand resting on Aerin's cheek to grip the man's chin and pull his gaze back towards him. "I'm not being stupid. I'm not fooling around. I'm serious. I love you. Just as you are, right now, right weight, right body, right boy. You, Aerin, I love you."

"Uh . . . right . . . okay then," another gulp, and a dull thud as Aerin's book fell to the floor. "Um . . so . . . you still want that blow job?"