Germanic Rarepair: Spain and Austria
It was late, but Spain was still looking over his maps, intent on understanding what Columbus had found. It had been one thing when it just seemed to islands, but recent explorations had revealed a rich continent. If he could have control of all of that, then that would be worth every risk.
Austria appeared in his peripheral vision wearing his night shirt and a look of haughty impatience. Spain suspected that it was because he was not yet in bed where Austria wanted him to be.
Austria confirmed his suspicion when he said, “What are you doing? I don’t want to fall asleep alone.” He never liked being alone, and Spain found it incredibly endearing.
He answered the question, “I am thinking about how rich I could be if this land has even half the gold it is rumored to have.”
He could feel himself smirking as he said it. The thrill of being powerful and influential was incredible, even if it was only imaginary for the time being. But, as he glanced up at Austria, he felt like he was missing out on something.
Austria replied, with something like a pout, “Didn’t our marriage make you rich already?”
The question felt like a trap, like the wrong answer might lead to him sleeping in another bed for a few days. He looked up with what he hoped was a charming smile, and said, “My dearest Rodrigo, a man can never have too much money. The richer we are, the more power we could have.”
He reached out and put his hand on Austria’s waist, and pulled him closer. Austria didn’t resist at all, which told Spain that he wanted to be closer. He pulled him into his lap, and then laid his hand on Austria’s thigh. He was surprised that his aristocratic husband didn’t object to the impropriety. The years of affectionate marriage seemed to have softened his insistence on procedure and propriety.
As he looked at the map, Spain said, “Think about the future. We could rule so much of the world.” He would gesture at the map again, but both of his hands were busy holding onto his husband.
Austria put both of his hands on Spain’s face and gently turned his gaze away from the map. Once their eyes met, he said, “I know you’re ambitious, and I’m sure you’ll get everything you set your heart on. But tonight I want you to come to bed. Ruling the world can wait.”
Then he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Spain’s. His touch was perfectly clear about what he wanted, and it wasn’t just sleep. As they kissed, he moved his hand up Austria’s thigh. He felt the other man stroke his cheek encouragingly with his thumb in response.
When he pulled away, Spain said, “You don’t just want someone to hold you while you sleep, do you?”
He could see the answer in the way Austria was looking at him. It was clear that he wanted to be touched and kissed.Austria answered, “If I said that I wanted to feel your hands all over me would you come to bed?”
He leaned in and kissed Spain softly on the lips again to make his point. It was certainly a persuasive argument, and Spain had nothing to refute it. The promise of his husband waiting for him in bed was more appealing than thinking about future riches.
He smirked and replied, “It will. How could I ever resist am offer like that?”
Austria chuckled and replied, “It’s not an offer. It’s your duty as my husband. I promise I will make it a pleasant one.”
Spain gave him another light peck on the lips and said, “You always do. Go to bed, and I’ll meet you there.”