I'm so sorry I'm not sure why my brain is like this???
"Shhshhshh" Arvid hushed them both on reflext, breathless with laughter as they tumbled onto the bed together. "My dad would fucking kill me if he found out."
Liam scoffed. "Like mine wouldn't?" He looked around the small room, then back to Arvid, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah," Arvid nodded. His fingers curled into the hem of Liam's sleeves. Nobody ever came to the guest house.
"We're alright," Liam said, leaning forward so his nose bumped against Arvid's on the way to a kiss. Arvid fucking loved kissing Liam. The taste of him, how slick his lips got when they'd been making out for a while, plush and shiny. Even the rasping scrape of the stubble he never did manage to trim down properly.
Liam was on top of him, his body warm, pressing Arvid down into the mattress. One of his thighs was tucked between Arvid's legs, and he rolled his hips forward as they kissed.
"I want you to fuck me," Arvid said.
Liam froze. His eyes slid to meet Arvid's. "That's," he said. "I don't know."
"You know I've been wanting it," Arvid said, though there was a real chance Liam didn't actually know that. "We've got the place to ourselves." He hooked his fingers in Liam's waistband and used the leverage to hold him close as he ground up against Liam's thigh. "Please," he said.
"I don't have any stuff," Liam said, stammering. He pushed up on his hands, bringing his body away from Arvid's.
"I do," Arvid said. He caught Liam behind the elbow and tugged until he lowered back down. "S'alright if you don't want to," he said, ignoring the sharp sting of disappointment in his chest. "Doesn't have to be today, or," he shrugged. "I want it to be you, though," he said. "Happy to wait."
Liam's eyes searched Arvid's face, and for one brief, horrible moment, Arvid thought Liam was about to cry.
"No, it's—" Liam cut himself off. "No, let's do it," he said. He kissed Arvid again, so gently it took Arvid by suprise. "Anything you want," he said.















