(A discreetly "lemon", New-German fairytale)
...in Musterstadt, a Persian family lived there for generations. They had a long-established carpet business, were known throughout the country and were held in high esteem by the community.
Now it happened that after many years of hoping and worrying, the Pavus family was given a son. At last a progenitor, heir and successor was born. The parents rejoiced, especially the father, since daughters were a blessing, but sons meant the future.
The little rascal grew up splendidly. His silver-grey eyes became prettier with each passing year and looked ever more curiously into the world.
He went to school, was a clever boy, but he often got into trouble. He had few friends, but the ones he had meant everything to him.
And so life in Musterstadt took its course. Dorian had become a breathtakingly beautiful man. His silky, shiny dark hair and distinctive dark complexion contrasted so intriguingly with his bright eyes that he was a pure joy to look at. He loved to sing and discuss and this trained his voice to such an extent that people got goosebumps when they heard him speak, so clear and intelligible, gentle and masculine was his timbre.
Yes, Dorian was a model son. Well-trained, perfect teeth, eloquent, charming and handsome. He was a "good match", so to speak.
But... there are two sides to everything good.
The young Pavus trained as a wholesale and retail salesman and also studied carpet provenance. He wanted to become a professional and take over the business of his ancestors. But on the other side he also wanted to live, he was young, wealthy and looking for fun. Unfortunately, to the displeasure of his parents.
Again and again he heard reproaches that he should finally find a girl, a pretty German was just as welcome as a cute Iranian girl.
Not infrequently, befriended families with daughters Dorian's age were invited or even flown in from Iran to present the beau with an impressive selection.
But the boy only had eyes for guys - shock horror!
The shop was in a prime location in the middle of the pedestrian zone. Beautifully decorated, most of the ideas came from Dorian himself, gorgeous carpets in the display attracted young and old to the shop. And there was always laughter while enjoying chai - father and son were a well-coordinated team, charming and full of wit, lively and real merchants.
The business never stopped running splendidly, it was glorious, only Dorian was unhappy and often stood languishing at the front door.
Across the street a bistro had opened. It smelled wonderful of little Italian snacks and delicious Mediterranean food. He often ate there, he loved Italian cuisine very much. And the owners loved Dorian, because he was a nice man and also generous.
One fine morning he stood at the front door and saw the street slowly coming to life. The bistro across the street was getting drinks delivered. Since it was a narrow passage in the street, suppliers usually brought their goods with pallet trucks and sack trucks.
And then Dorian saw him for the first time. Medium height, shoulder-length chestnut hair tied in a ponytail, handsome figure, not too thin and not too fat, trained muscles on his arms and thighs like tree trunks. Pavus Junior couldn't make out the face, but he liked the rest.
Dorian tried to look without gawking, his silver-grey eyes glittering enthusiastically in the early morning light.
At some point he got distracted, had to go inside and lost sight of his crush.
At lunchtime, his father, a few well-known businessmen and he were sitting having espressi in the pretty bistro. Suddenly a young couple came by, two charming young ladies, they held hands and giggled.
Dorian knew one of them, she was the granddaughter of a friendly lady who also had a shop here in the street. He liked her and he knew, as they followed each other on Instagram, that she was queer too.
One of his father's acquaintances leaned over to Dorian and whispered something about "nasty lesbians" and "they just needed someone to ride". Pavus Junior was speechless. He just stared into the businessman's eyes in disgust.
"Only fags are worse" the man continued, this time not even whispering, "they are mentally ill and should be locked up". But there was more. The man in the fine suit turned up the heat and asked Dorian's father questions such as "shouldn't it be punished" and "isn't it even punishable and a mortal sin in Iran and for Muslims in general".
Halward Pavus did not speak a word, but nodded to some of the questions. Dorian blushed and jumped off his chair and ran into his father's shop.
Young Pavus tossed and turned, nightmares not allowing him to rest. But suddenly the situation changed. He saw himself standing stark naked on a balcony. He smiled. There were a thousand stars in the sky and not a sound could be heard. Suddenly, two strong, slightly hairy male arms reached around his bare chest from behind, under his arms. Very close, the male body pressed against his. Dorian felt naked flesh against his skin. A damn good feeling! They began to sway to the beat of inaudible music. Delicately, the breath of the man behind him brushed his neck. A kiss, unreal and gentle as the flutter of a butterfly's wings, breathed itself onto the skin under Dorian's left ear.
Pavus slipped from the embrace and whirled around. He had to look the man in the eye.
But by the time he had turned, his beloved was gone and with a violent flash that jolted through his whole body, Dorian woke up.
So the days passed, exciting and always new, Pavus Junior liked his job.
Dorian sat having an espresso in the cafe across the street during his lunch break and casually asked the owner if she was happy with the drinks supplier. The friendly Italian woman just raved about the nice staff at the beverage shop. They were very helpful and really funny guys.
Dorian pricked up his ears in delight.
It was a small shop, but with good service and fair prices. And just the people alone would definitely be worth it to continue to have this shop as a supplier.
Pavus Junior had an idea, he had to talk to his father immediately.
Actually, they didn't need a drinks delivery service, but Dorian put it in a friendly gesture, for the benefit of the staff. There should be free water for all employees. Glass bottles with a deposit were also more sustainable than everyone handling one-way plastic bottles.
Pavus Senior was persuaded, and they put their money where their mouth was. A lucrative deal was negotiated with the small drinks shop. And Dorian was happy, smiling even more than usual. Was his plan going to work?
Simultaneous delivery to the neighbours across the street.
Dorian was jittery, pleasantly excited, maybe even a little fuzzy.
The car had to park in an adjacent side street, as usual.
He pricked up his ears, his pulse rose, he heard sack trucks.
Pavus Junior stood in the front doorway of his father's shop, grinning.
Around the corner came the other beverage store employee. A friendly man, younger than Dorian and slightly overweight, he pushed his cart with the filled water crates cheerfully in front of him. Even from a distance he nodded at Dorian and smiled. It was an extremely nice and honest smile, there was no doubt about that, yet Dorian was disappointed.
When the delivery man arrived, he was greeted in a friendly manner and invited inside by Pavus Junior.
A few words were spoken, jokes were made and there was an immediate good mood in the shop.
A few minutes more than expected must have passed when the delivery man suddenly took off at lightning speed, saying he was running late. Dorian heard a person with a sack barrow moving away from across the street as well. And Dorian recognised the person from behind - it was his crush.
Well... maybe next time, the carpet dealer's son thought to himself.
And so days and weeks passed again. The bistro across the street got drinks more often than the carpet shop, of course, but time and again Dorian only saw the man with the chestnut hair from behind.
Then it was time for a delivery again. Again anticipation on Dorian's part, but this time too the nice guy from the first time came. And the following time too.
Dorian just had to know! He asked the delivery man as he was leaving, and as if in passing, whether he got on well with his colleague and whether they also swapped deliveries now and then. The friendly fellow first answered him amusingly and politely, then he whispered. His colleague, David by name, would be uncomfortable bringing deliveries here. He had heard homophobic remarks from his father's friends and customers and therefore did not want to cause discord or even an éclat.
Dorian nodded in agreement and worried....
A new millennium, a world full of technology, Germany, a country of security, prosperity and peace.
And yet people were not accepted as they were.
Everything made sense now!
David didn't come to them and never spoke to the guests in the bistro because he was queer and just didn't want any trouble.
And Pavus Junior was furious!
He wanted to make an example!
Dorian woke up, lolling with pleasure, a slight stiffness in his groin making him grin frivolously.
Stretching one of his arms to the side, he gently touched a body.
He immediately withdrew his arm and looked incredulously in the direction of the resistance.
Facing away from him lay a naked body. Shapely curves presented themselves to him in the semi-darkness of the room. Pale skin, hairy in pleasant places, literally beamed at him. Dorian heard a slight purr, not a snore, but the person appeared to be fast asleep. Auburn hair, about shoulder length, flowed around the sleeping person's unseen face.
Pavus Junior liked what he saw, a lot. He felt playful. Should he dare to wake the gentleman and ask for a round of sinking ships?
How Dorian would have liked to run his fingertips delicately and almost unreal over the body's skin until the person just had to wake up and was ready for a little ...
A deafeningly loud bang jolted Dorian out of his dream. Just another dream! But the bang was a sign.
Dorian Pavus was a young, bright, friendly and attractive man. He wore a cheeky moustache, lower lip beard, undercut, delicate makeup and the finest clothes.
Today he wore a dark suit in aubergine, with a rainbow-coloured tie.
His father eyed him but said nothing.
It was the day of the water delivery and Dorian asked a staff member to receive the goods. He himself wanted to wait in the alley and finally speak to his crush. Blatant or not - David had to know about his attitude and true feelings! And more importantly, Dorian was going to ask David out if there was interest. Pavus Junior was going all-in today. No matter what the cost!
Once upon a time in Musterstadt, people of different backgrounds, opinions, religions, skin colours and preferences lived there.
People died, such as Mr. Pavus Senior, but his business, his legacy remained. The business was now run under new management. The employees liked working there, little changed.
Two good-humoured people sat opposite each other on a mild late summer afternoon in the small fine Italian bistro, sipping their espressi. They smiled at each other, stroked each other's hands delicately, and they were planning their wedding and honeymoon.
The street scene had changed somewhat, the shops around had become more colourful, fresher and bolder. Some of the clientele had stayed away since then, things in flux bring change, to the benefit of some and the displeasure of others. But Musterstadt remained Musterstadt and this was a good sign.
This is a fairytale, yet in fiction there is always a spark of reality.
As said, it is a fairytale and who doesn't LOVE happy endings...
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