"I wonder if you know just what you got yourself into," the brunet grinned, settled his glass on the ground, leaning forward and supporting himself with his hands as he kissed Misha's lips softly.

"Come, let's go inside," Misha smiled and offered his hand to Joni to help him stand up, together they walked back to the house. "Now, you can just sit and relax while I will make dinner." He smiled and kissed Joni's cheek, glancing at his bare chest quickly.

"Can't I help?" Joni asked, leaning closer, arms wrapping around him.

"I want to spoil you this evening," Misha whispered huskily, his hand reaching to caress Joni's cheek.

"I thought you considered me spoiled enough..." Joni whispered in return, brushing lips against Misha's looking up into his eyes.

"No... I think... I think I would like to be the one to indulge, pamper or spoil you," Misha's hand moved to Joni's hair, the brunette still didn't have his shirt on and he craved to touch him more thoroughly.

"Then indulge me with the pleasure of cooking with you," Joni asked, a soft smile gracing his full lips. Even the tone of his voice sounded sexy and suggestive to Misha's ears. "And first pamper me with a proper kiss." It could not be denied; Misha leaned forward catching Joni's lips in a slow gentle kiss.

"This evening I won't deny any of your wishes," Misha promised and Joni grinned at this.

"You don't know what you got yourself into..." The younger man snickered and stole another kiss.

"I am not afraid," Misha smiled. "Now, you can dress your shirt back on and then come into the kitchen with me." Joni slowly let go, cocking his eyebrow.

"So, no naked cooking, huh?" He joked and smiled at the slightly shocked expression that formed on the blond's face. "I guess it could be dangerous...You know, getting skin burns and all." Joni grinned and turned towards the stairs, almost snickering on the way. Misha did want him!

Misha took a deep breath before entering the kitchen, this was going to be a HARD evening, Joni's behavior certainly was confusing, but surely he could not be over what Chris had done. Or could he? Misha hoped that he could, but still, he knew it was dangerous to venture that path just yet.

Joni returned with a whole new outfit, looking sexy as ever, only the very light bruises on his arms and cheek could remind what had happened three weeks earlier. "What are we cooking?" The younger man asked walking closer to him.

"Beef, garlic potatoes, and fresh salad," Misha replied. "There's not much to do anymore, the potatoes are in the oven, the beef needs to be cooked and the salad needs to be cut."

"I can do the cutting," Joni offered. "Can I have a drink?"

"Sure, what would you like?"

"Wine please," Misha poured both of them a glass and then got the salad ingredients out from the cool closet. "We can do this together," Joni whispered while starting to cut the cucumber into pieces. "You can help me to cut even pieces," he added and glanced at Misha over his shoulder. "Show me," he smiled, managing to look almost innocent as he held the knife and the cucumber over the chopping board.

"Show you? Just cut whatever size you'd like..." Misha chuckled confused.

"I might hurt myself," Joni said tilting his head and Misha gulped as he got the idea. Hesitantly he walked closer, standing behind the shorter man who smiled and looked up. Misha brought his hand closer to Joni's which held the knife, his other reaching on top of the one holding the cucumber, he studied Joni's face carefully to see if such closeness would bring signs of discomfort, and he saw none.

"I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself..." Misha whispered to Joni's ear as they started to cut the vegetable slowly together. "Like this, slowly, carefully, there's no hurry..." He continued as his body pressed slightly closer, his mind was getting cloudy. "Small pieces..." He listened to Joni's breathing, sniffed his hair, and gently kissed the top of his head. 

His thoughts were escaping in the forbidden direction and if this continued soon he'd have to take a cold shower with some excuse. "There you go, good..." When Joni looked up at him again, Misha swallowed, he hadn't felt such strong affection or desire towards anyone other before. "I will cook the meat now, you finish that salad." He said letting go, trying to think of something boring and unsexy to calm himself down.

Joni kept glancing at Misha while preparing the salad. "Why did you trick me into thinking you'd be busy the whole evening?" He asked seeing now that Misha had everything planned.

"Because then it wouldn't have been a surprise, right?" Misha smiled and took a sip of his wine glass and Joni smiled at his answer.

"I feel happy now," Joni said, mixing the salad in the bowl.

"I'm glad, it was my aim," Misha said and for a moment they looked at one another. "Go and take a seat, I'll serve," he added then and Joni nodded.

The young man sat down in front of the set table, feeling butterflies in his stomach when seeing how nicely everything was set. He sipped his wine and followed Misha with his eyes thinking to himself how handsome the blond was and how lucky he was to have Misha's affection and care.

 Everything looked promising, the future seemed hopeful that evening and as they ate, chatted, shared a few laughs, and drank the wine Joni felt better and better, the alcohol relaxed him and Misha's full focus on him flattered and nourished his wounded self-confidence.

"Dinner was delicious," Joni said, smiling as his feet reached closer to Misha's under the table, his toes tickling Misha's leg suggestively. Misha who also felt a bit more relaxed because of the wine felt a spark of arousal from the gesture.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, we still have dessert," he smiled, emptying his wine glass.

"Oh, what is it?" Joni asked with curiosity leaning slightly forward.

"I'll get it, just a moment," Misha said, got up, and walked to the fridge. He had made some dark chocolate mouse and cut some strawberry pieces to go along with it. He served Joni who looked pleased. "You have a little sweet tooth, don't you," Misha grinned and couldn't resist the urge to touch his face with affection.

"I confess," Joni grinned back. "Thank you."

"More wine?" Misha asked and Joni nodded eagerly.

"Yes please."

When Misha sat back down, Joni grinned, dipped one piece of strawberry in the mouse, and then leaned over the table to feed it to him, his fingers lingering over Misha's lips for a moment, long enough for Misha to kiss them. Joni sniggered, his eyes sparkled, Misha thought he looked so absolutely beautiful, he repeated the same feeding action to the brunet, and felt another wave of arousal as the warm tongue touched his fingers. 

It was getting more and more difficult to remember that there still was a trauma that Joni hadn't had proper time to handle just yet. "It's good," the dark-eyed man whispered and leaned closer to kiss him. "You taste the best though," he grinned after, which made another crack in Misha's self-control.

"I have something for you, a gift," Misha said as they parted, trying to regain his cool composure.

"But you already gave me one?" Joni wondered and Misha smiled.

"I wanted to give you your real gift tonight," he said, got up, and went to get the present.

He returned shortly after with the gift, giving it to Joni and then pulling his chair beside him. The dark-haired man grinned looking at him and then at his gift with curiosity, feeling the box with his fingers before opening it. The Russian man carefully studied Joni's expression, smiling to himself, his finger reaching to touch the other's thigh, caressing slowly.

"Oh this looks nice," Joni said, taking the necklace from the box, feeling the leather lace and the silver plate.

"It's from that Kalevala collection, called Warrior. I thought it would suit you perfectly and I've seen you wearing bracelets before so I got that as well..." He shrugged and Joni leaned closer to hug him tightly.

"Thank you!" The brunette grinned, kissed his both cheeks, and finally his lips, longer this time, causing a moan to escape from Misha's lips.

"Well, this is a nice thank you..." The blond murmured and received another kiss soon after.

"Can you put the necklace for me?" Joni asked with a hushed voice.

"Sure," Misha smiled, stood up, and attached the lock behind Joni's neck, who at the same time slipped the bracelet over his left wrist. Misha couldn't resist the urge to kiss Joni's neck and ear. "You are handsome," he whispered and Joni looked up at him smiling.

"So are you, very handsome, sexy..." Joni said standing up as well to face him, they were both already tipsy and Misha wondered if the safest thing would be to stop drinking at that point, if he would get drunk it would be even more difficult to resist the urge, they did have that history... Joni's lips were over his once more, his hands traveling over his back and Misha's own hands rested on Joni's hips.

"I thought we could watch a movie together," Misha finally said as the kiss broke off.

"Sure, it would be nice," Joni nodded thinking of the possibility of cuddling more on the couch. Misha was addictive, he decided and he was so wonderful to him that Joni wanted to be wonderful to him as well.

"Popcorn?" Misha suggested and again Joni nodded, another kiss, Misha was sure he'd at least have his hand busy later that night while alone in bed. "Okay, go take a seat I'll go and make the popcorn. What would you like to drink?"

"Can I have a beer?" Joni asked. One more wouldn't hurt, right? Misha wondered and agreed.

Later they sat on the couch, Joni had snuggled over his lap, his head resting over his shoulder, holding the bowl of popcorn and his beer, at times feeding the popcorn to him, grinning and kissing, Misha was beginning to enjoy it a little too much and he had to adjust his position from time to time so that Joni wouldn't feel just how much he was beginning to like this, it was.... difficult. He also couldn't deny Joni's request for another drink, quite frankly his sensible thinking was quite a fading effort at that point.

Misha couldn't later tell the point where they had stopped watching the movie and ended up kissing on the couch at Joni's initiation. Misha felt his body trembling from pure desire, he wanted nothing more than to continue, but his sense kept arguing that he should make them both stop.

 Joni was drunk, he was tipsy at least and it was just... early... But there he had this sexy, lean body on top of his own, drowning him with eager kisses, showing no signs of wanting to stop. But Misha had to be stronger now! It was just three weeks, he kept reminding himself as he finally cupped Joni's face, pulled away from the kiss, and smiled gently at the confused expression that Joni's beautiful face espoused.

"There's no hurry, you know that right?" Misha asked with a soft tone, Joni nodded looking at him quietly and Misha wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

"I do want you, very much so, but we can take this slow."

"I want to go to the sauna with you," Joni whispered and kissed his lips.

"Uh..." Misha uttered and moaned into the kiss. Sauna? Naked, sweaty Joni... naked together, gods! Did Joni intend to torture him?! 

"Sauna," he chuckled then. "Haven't you been complaining about how hot it is outside and now you want to go to the sauna?" Misha grinned brushing Joni's hair back with his fingers, hoping that the brunette would change his mind because honestly right now seeing Joni naked and sweaty next to him might very likely kill all his rational thinking.

"Yes," Joni grinned back. "It's different in a sauna. I want to go...You said I can wish for anything tonight," he pulled on a fake pout. "Please?"

"Okay," Misha sighed. "If you so wish," he smiled then and Joni got up so that he could move. "I'll go and turn the stove on, and be right back." While Misha was gone Joni emptied his glass and got up, walking towards the bookshelf where there were some photo albums, he took one and walked back over to the couch, sat down, and carefully started browsing through the pages.

Misha returned and Joni looked up at him grinning. "This is you right?" He asked, pointing at one picture, Misha walked closer to look, and he nodded. In the picture, he was five and sitting on his grandmother's lap. "So cute," Joni said looking at the picture. "Who is the woman?"

"My grandmother, from mother's side," he answered and sat down next to Joni.

"Oh yes, Dima has mentioned her. She's the one sending you all woolen socks for Christmas, right?"

"Yes, every year," Misha grinned. Joni looked at him.

"She doesn't know you're gay? Or that Ivo..."

"No, she doesn't. Not many of our family there know. Ivo was the first one I ever told, by then I had discovered that he is bisexual."

"I guess your whole family knows?" Misha asked.

"Yes, I've never even tried to date girls or anything, they can be so annoying, you know?" Joni shrugged and Misha couldn't help but grin as he watched him. "I mean, not all of them are annoying, like when they are your friends and stuff, but when they try to be more and especially when they think they can make you un-gay, as if! And some are quite perverted, I was like fourteen when one of my uncle's wife's friends tried to hit on me. You know, like... touching private places and suggesting to take my virginity, okay she was drunk and just ew! I mean seriously that woman was like forty then! Made me want to puke, I did tell her that though...."

"I bet you did," Misha grinned against Joni's neck. "Your dad, how did he react when you first told him that you're gay?" He asked then.

"He took it well. Perhaps he had already guessed something? I told him when I was in seventh grade. There was this older boy I had a crush on, and we had some arguments at school. I don't even remember what started it, but he called me a gypsy," Joni gave Misha an amused look. "Then he called me gay or told the truth or whatever. Anyway, we fought. I was more upset about the gypsy thing... We got detention and talked with the principal and our parents. Later at home, I told my dad. I guess I should thank that boy, he's the reason I decided to come out, and thanks to Dad, I felt no shame in it."

"Your dad is quite awesome," Misha smiled.

"He is," Joni admitted. "I know I'm lucky, " he added. "He took it well then, but I think he was still quite shocked when a year later, he caught me kissing my cousin's friend."

"Ah! Mr. Wondrous hands!" Misha remembered and Joni playfully punched his arm. "Ouch, but the same guy right?"

"Yeah..." Joni admitted. "Hey, can I get a new drink and I'll tell you?"

"Hmm..." Misha hesitated, watching him carefully. "Are you sure you feel ok?"

"Of course I do! I might be tipsy but I am not drunk!" Joni was slightly annoyed. "I'm twenty now, I want to celebrate," he continued and made that cute pouting face that Misha found difficult to resist.

"Alright, what would you like?"

"Vodka," again it was that almost disturbingly innocent look, Misha grinned and shook his head.

"Okay, I'll get you some vodka..." He walked into the kitchen and fixed them both vodka drinks with cranberry juice. When he sat back next to Joni, the younger man lifted his other leg between his, taking a comfortable position. Misha wrapped his arm around his shoulders, this closeness that they now shared did feel nice. "So, he caught you kissing?"

"Yeah and he was so red in the face, you see we weren't just kissing, we were making out on the bed. When Timo saw my dad at the door he looked like he would have a heart attack and my dad screamed at him, you know how he is," Joni rolled his eyes. "And yeah, I was embarrassed, but tried to remain calm, after dad started talking awkwardly about safe sex, hormones, and me being too young for sex." Joni drew a deep breath and looked at Misha. "Have you ever dated a girl?"

"Yes, I was fourteen at that time. Her name is Galina and we're still friends. We meet almost every year, either there or here."

"Did you sleep with her?" Joni asked, feeling curious, Misha sipped his drink and grinned looking down at him.

"Yes, I lost my virginity to a girl," Misha confessed.

"Wasn't it icky? Did you like it?" Joni made a face that caused Misha to chuckle.

"Nah it wasn't icky, but... different and... well... I did imagine someone else in her place." Misha kept looking at Joni stroking his hair.

"Who?"

"Curious, huh?" Misha grinned. "Someone I used to go to school with, in Russia."

"What did he look like?"

"Slim, brunet..." Misha kept a small pause. "Not as handsome as you," the comment made Joni grin happily, almost smugly, which Misha found cute. "You are the most handsome guy I know." He decided to add, it was true, the alcohol made him honest and it was just fun to compliment Joni and nourish his self-confidence to its former level.

"Thank you," Joni snuggled closer. Misha rubbed his nose against his.

"You like compliments don't you, you little brat..." Misha whispered, the tone was gentle, not offensive in any way.

"I do," Joni grinned. "I'm a model."

"Indeed you are."

"Who was the first guy you were with?" Joni asked then.

"At sixteen, the guy was the same age, we met online, chatted for some time, met, and he wanted sex we had sex, but that was it, we were too different. I've had one-night stands when I was younger, but I prefer sex in a relationship much, much more." The brunette smiled at this and kissed him.

"Let's go to the sauna now?" Joni said and offered his hand which Misha took.

They entered the changing room; Misha felt his pulse speeding up as Joni slowly took off his bracelet and necklace, settling them on the counter. The youth smiled at him, Misha smiled back slightly nervous in a situation that he usually would have been confident in, where he wouldn't have hesitated to take control. He wanted to take control, be in that normal situation, but Joni... Just three weeks earlier his ex-boyfriend had done that terrible thing to him. 

The younger man took his shirt off and Misha followed the example, the way Joni looked at him, the way he smiled, it was dangerously easy to forget, to fool himself into thinking that everything was fine, that what had happened in the cabin was just a nightmare and not real. This was real, Joni and him, there alone, the youth's slender hands opened the top button of his shorts, then the zipper, the motions seemed slow, a look, soft laughter, Joni grinned almost shyly and turned his gaze away.

Misha swallowed opening his belt, his hands trembled slightly, Joni was there, his skin revealed, and the fabric slid down on his well-formed buttocks, this was torture! Joni glanced at him from over his shoulder before stepping into the shower room. Misha finished undressing, he heard the shower running, and looked down, he was already half-hard. This was insane! He almost wanted to laugh, he wanted, wanted so badly... The running of the water stopped and the door to the sauna opened. Misha followed and wetted his hair quickly in the shower before following Joni into the sauna.

The sauna room was quite small, only three, perhaps four depending on their size could fit into it, with small steps and a top bench. Joni sat in the corner, hugging his knees close to his chest, chin resting on top of them, his hair and body were wet and he was smiling. There was nothing that Misha could do to hide his