“our room of course,” isak glanced back with a sheepish grin. god, what a sight to see. even as even bounced along his mattress like a little kid in a candy store, he was still the most attractive guy he had ever truly seen. isak climbed into the bed, pressing his back against the plush pillows for guidance and posture.
his eyebrows arched up in faux surprise, a wicked grin he found to hold back by biting his bottom lip. “hva??? no way dude?? you’re totally lying!” he looked over the boy’s features— full of mystery and giddiness that he was sure resembled his own physique too. “even, it’s not just a laundering scheme. it’s a drug deal company. they call the store, do their shitty little lingos and drug talk, and the ‘managers’—“ isak stated, putting up air quotes and a roll of his eyes, “place the money under the specific mattress that they’re calling for,” isak giggled at the look of astonishment that had morphed entirely on even’s porcelain face. “really?? you live in oslo and you didn’t know that?? how do you think mahdi has so much green on him?” isak barked another laugh, folding his arms behind his head.
“breakfast in bed?? even, you don’t owe me any of that.” he meant it sincere and he was sure the permanent shade of pink his skin had taken akin too could give that away. “but, if you absolutely must, i’m a sucker for pancakes and strong batch of coffee.” he reached over to push the blankets out from under the pillows, hoping that would make a signal for even to snuggle up next to him. god, isak was needy. needy for that fucking beautiful man who somehow found himself involved in isak’s world. it was a magical experience— isak was still trying to adjust.
the golden haired boy pulled out his phone the same time they both received a ding. isak mustered the best look of concern he could, biting his bottom lip as he glanced up to even. “this could get bad,”
and as if on cue, the group chat dinged with a plethora of messages from stoned friends.
jonas: halla, hope we are not bothering you lovebirds. just wanted to say halla. miss u issy. i’m so faded bro.
mags: parties are not the same without you isak.
mahdi: i dont know why these fucks are being so needy, we’re literally havinggg a great time. 😎
isak laughed wide at that and before he could reply, a string of unknown numbers were also replying to the chat— but isak could guess just who exactly they were.
mutta: broooooo. these dancer chicks are H-O-T
isak was quick to type a reply to the buzzing groupchat, “shut up, we’re trying to enjoy some time alone.”
mags: hva????? can i come back over???????????? i wanna join????
jonas: right bro 😎 have fun kids 🤫
isak tossed his phone back onto the side table, “we’re probably going to have to mute our phones, magnus is a serious drunk spammer.” the boy slipped down in the bed, pulling the covers up and under his chin as he looked to even. “sooooooo, you haven’t shut up about me huh? what about me? is it my stunning looks?? my curly hair that resembles a greek prince??” isak turned on his side, resting his face comfortably on his palm, “enlighten me about the wonders of your thoughts, even bech næsheim, i’d love to hear what’s on your mind.”
all the while, isak watched even’s reaction like a hawk— searching for his prey. he watched the way even’s ocean orbs crinkled as he smiled. his pearly whites that shined almost too bright for any good intetion. even licked his lips as he seemed to “think” about what was so infatuating about isak and man was isak already a fucking goner. he hadn’t known where his boost of confidence had came from, but rather out of the blue, isak’s fingers had connected with even’s soft locks. he trailed paths— resembling farmers’ work on soil and fields. isak tucked a few loose strands behind even’s ear, before his fingers trailed softly down even’s jawline.
fuck, that shit could cut the coldest of cheeses.
rather absent-mindedly, isak’s thumb was now grazing even’s bottom lip. a bare touch— the lightest of pressure but still enough to make his own stomach rupture with something magically explosive. his eyes were on even’s eyes, but as he spoke, he was glancing repeatedly back to the words that left even’s soft lips. fuck.
how surreal the man of his dreams had found his way into isak’s bed, when not even two weeks ago, isak was completely unaware of his existence.
sleeping alone. wishing for someone to pamper him. wanting a connection. fantasizing about men he’d seen in passing but never actually having a real, emotional feeling for anyone.
not until he first saw even crash his party just a mere week ago.
some things were predictable. ‘like clockwork,’ you’d say. but even didn’t know what isak’s next move would be---- physically----- amidst the idle chatter. would he stay at the doorway and await an invitation? would he join even at the end of the bed? it was a crap-shoot.
as if defiant to both of even’s outcomes, isak came around the side of the bed and sat down in it properly----- head & shoulders resting against pillows.
the string of text messages that following the birth of the joint group chat were nothing short of charming. well, the typical genre of charming you’d expect from that particular amalgamation.
“don’t worry, you have my full attention.” another audacious grin. winks weren’t even needed anymore, the amount of subtext in every exchange was damn near ridiculous. as a display of his verbal promise, even powered off his phone and placed it on the floor at the foot of the bed---- the entire performance was wrapped up with a twinkle of his fingers, much like a magician.
he skirted himself up the bed until he was flush with isak’s frame. the boy had tucked himself in and was now staring sideways at even with the wonderment of a child waiting for a bedtime story.
“sooooooo, you haven’t shut up about me huh? what about me? is it my stunning looks?? my curly hair that resembles a greek prince?? enlighten me about the wonders of your thoughts, even bech næsheim, i’d love to hear what’s on your mind.”
it was all said as isak transitioned to his side, melting into a pillow.
this was his chance to formulate a response that would exhibit how he felt about isak.
but before he had the chance to speak, isak’s hands were on him. stroking his hair, unearthing every delicate line that vexed his complexion.
“i told them how much of an idiot i was for leaving you on friday. i knew it was the biggest mistake i’d ever made.” his eyes shuttered closed, voice soft. “i didn’t think i would get another chance.”
this was getting dismal at an alarming rate.
time to take control of the situation.
he grabbed isak’s hand mid-flight--- as his thumb outstretched to skate across his cheek. “but your stunning looks were definitely part of it.” the comment was made with such a grave expression, it was almost difficult to decipher if it was a compliment or not. his eyes had morphed from solemn to hungry, the transition was so abrupt----- no intermission.
the hand he had seized from isak was now intertwined with even’s, fingers laced together like a victorian corset. they were both on their sides now, facing each other. one hot breath separating their faces.
even’s unhampered hand was tasked with providing visual cues for the dialogue that followed. “soft curls,” a gentle tug. “those eyes,” a sweeping thumb. “those lips...” an outline of a perfect cupid’s bow. “and how fucking good they tasted.” that one hot breath that separated them? yeah, it was more like half a hot breath, now. more like a quarter.
obviously he hadn’t told any of his friends about these intimate details. but that didn’t matter anymore. it was all pure seduction now. shameless temptation.
fingers still braided together, even managed to perch himself up on one hip----- gradually floating until he was on two knees. isak turned over onto his back, as if it were instinctual. but even didn’t straddle him yet. he just hovered atop the boy in the anticipation. even was pushing isak’s hand down into the mattress----- he had one arm on each side of the boy, framing him in.
“and once i tasted those lips,” he leaned down, placing the most delicate, and the sloooowest, of kisses on panting lips. “i knew i had to feel that pulse in your neck.” his mouth traveled south, tongue flicking out just enough to paint a trail from the dip of his sternum to hinge of his jaw.
“and don’t get me started on how good you looked in my sweater.” eyes rolled back in lustful appreciation.
