SKAM

fuck.

isak had no fucking idea how even really thought isak was going to last as he currently was devouring his cock with a wide set jaw and a tongue that sent way too many sensations at once. fuck, fuck, fuck. isak tried to breathe, to relax his screaming nerves, but this was all too fucking much. even was watching him with hooded eyes, blazing blue that captured him in a feverish gaze. “fuck baby,” isak whined, sweat running down his face like he was currently taking a morning shower. disgusting. musky. lush with desire.

he rolled his eyes back with sweet pleasure, but then even’s lips detached from his throb and his lips popped in a satisfying ‘o’.

foil.

unwrapping of a condom.

oh fuck, isak wasn’t going to fucking last at all was he?

even’s beautiful, glistening face was suddenly in front him again, arm muscles framing him once again.

tell me you want it

isak bit back a moan— even earning a low whine instead. “i want it even, i fucking want it.” he forced himself to relax, not let his muscles tighten despite how fucking difficult it was at the current moment. even was prodding his entrance, slow and steady, without any sort of motion.

the blonde boy clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt every slow inch of even’s massive penetrate his virgin ass. fuck, it fucking hurt. but the anticipation was sending shockwaves from his gut to his cock and it was becoming all too much.

slowly, even started to create a rythm and isak was everything but quiet. low moans and throaty whines now resonated against the walls creating a harmony. “fuck even, faster— please” isak breathed out, harsh and a few octaves lower.

even obliged and suddenly their moans sounded like a garage rock band practicing after school. loud, whiny, and forceful. isak was losing his fucking shit, overcome by lust and desire and a pain that was slowly but surely being overtaken by extreme pleasure. their lips locked again, their names being sung into each others mouths like a sweet symphony.

isak pulled back to get air, before reaching his hands and pulling at even’s sandy locks. “harder baby, give it all you got and please don’t fucking stop,”

isak was so fucking close, his cock twitched against his stomach as even slammed against his g-spot, “oh fuck, oh fuck please don’t stop—“ his words were lost by another harsh set of moans, mostly consisting of even’s name and half-hearted demands, “i’m going to—“ isak breathed before he pressed another harsh kiss against even’s lips, toes curling as the sensations and lustful desires became all too much.

even’s rythm came to a lull, riding out the last of their current high, before isak leaned far back into his wet pillow. “fy faen,” isak breathed, trying his best to maintain an in-and-out pattern. “i guarantee you, everyone was probably informed about this,” he grinned, aluting to just how fucking loud they were and how very gossiping eskild can be. “even bech næsheim, i want you in my life forever.”

even had found a tempo, angling his hips high so that each thrust garnered the same warm staccato from isak. he could feel an ache in his arms--- the one that came right before a tremble. but it wasn’t muscle fatigue. it was something else... maybe the deliberate hilt of his hips? it was taking an incredible amount of composure not to come undone at the seams.

and he couldn’t tear his eyes from isak. in one breath the boy was was calling him baby, and the next he was moaning even’s name. a sultry symphony.

and it wasn’t a smooth drizzle, like honey or caramel. nothing at all like poetry would have you believe. no, it was raspy and aggressive, like stucco.

their kisses were just wet lips on wet lips. sloppy and unpracticed. even was now propped up on only one arm, and the hand of his other was on isak’s neck----- right at the base, thumbing his clavicle. he was thrusting hard, a brief pause between each stroke. “i want you to come for me, isak.” a carnal demand as he continued to plunge, up & down, in & out.

and fuck. if he had a hope in hell of holding back his climax any longer before------- any likelihood was tossed out the window at the sight of isak’s cock convulsing and spurting cum as if his abdomen were a fucking canvas.

a loud groan, a tightness that continued to build and build and build, “faen,” the sensation crept up his thighs, to his groin, aching for release. he came, still inside isak, his chest stammering and almost collapsing atop isak’s.

he brought his forearm up to wipe his forehead, dizzy with sweat in the wake of his orgasm only seconds earlier. even could only laugh at isak’s observation, an obvious jab at their volume control. or, lack thereof.

he eased himself out from isak and grabbed a tissue from a box on the nightstand. he wrapped the condom up and pulled two more sheets to wipe isak’s stomach, then discarded them in a bin that was, thankfully, nearby.

“forever sounds good to me.” genuine agreement as he dismounted isak and flopped onto his backside so the pair were side-by-side.

he needed a minute or two to recuperate.

“im not sure your roommates would be too pleased with forever, though.“ a stupid grin. then a trickle of.. sorrow? worry?---------

“is this crazy? am i absolutely nuts? i feel like.. like, i can’t imagine my life without you. tell me im not crazy.” it was jumbled and untidy, but the words came out slowly.

unhurried but without premeditation.

okay,

maybe this wasn’t exactly what isak was thinking—

maybe this wasn’t exactly how he planned to lose his virginity with a boy he met not even a week ago and had interacted with twice,

but damn did this boy make isak feel something fucking special.

every moment felt so complacently right. so perfect. like a fragment in time and space said: “let isak meet his true love this week and let them be together forever”

isak could thank the gods he didn’t believe in right now because the sight before him was better than anything he could ever imagine.

dark eyes dripping with lust.

ripped muscles that flexed with strength as a flimsy shirt was being pulled off even’s toned, breathtaking body.

isak could have came right on spot if even wasn’t already pulling off isak’s own shirt.

fuck.

saturated green eyes rolled back in a pleasured hymn as even pressed numerous, longing kisses on isak’s stomach and chest. this was really how isak would die. then, lips were on his ear— a raspy voice that sent instant shivers right to the tip of his clothed dick.

still— another regain of confidence as a mischevious smirk painted onto isak’s sweaty, pink face. “you just might have to make me.”

even’s face morphed into something hard to decipher— it was close to anger, but isak was sure it was the polar opposite. dominant. powerful. full of filthy lust as he drank isak in. the curly haired boy reached for even’s hand and brought it to his own mouth. he pressed a kiss, maybe two, before his fingers clutched securily around even’s pinky, ring finger, and thumb. another tiny kiss to the tips of even’s index and middle finger and in the next second— his tongue had captured the two and brought them far back into his mouth. green eyes never left blue ones, awaiting a reaction that they both craved.

deliberate, desperate,

passionate,

lustful seducing.

isak lapped at even’s fingers, swirling his tongue around before he brought them all the way back, a grin set on the corners of his lips.

he pulled them back to his lips before adding even’s ring finger into the mixture and repeating the exact motion.

god, he was loving every second of even’s reaction.

but also fuck, was isak already close.

after a good sixty seconds, isak released the fingers from his mouth with a stick pop. he licked his lips and looked from even’s impossibly dark eyes, to the hooded figure in his pants and back.

“what are you waiting for?”

isak fluttered his eyes, a bit too ironically, “don’t you wanna fuck the shit out of me already?”

there was something endearing about the way isak defied him. the char of his words. as if he sought to provoke. even wasn’t a genie, but he could definitely grant isak his wish.

there was still a series of things that had to happen though, and----- oh fuck the way isak was currently swallowing his finger definitely wasn’t helping. they were seemingly past the point of assumptions and even felt warranted in reaching to unfasten the crotch of his own jeans. before he nudged the waistline any further, he began trawling blindly in his back pocket, fingers searching every slot in his leather wallet. aha, there it was. he clamped the foil wrapped condom between his teeth before tossing his wallet somewhere on the floor----- a problem for future even to deal with, surely. even was clean, and he trusted isak entirely. but they hadn’t spoke anything of protection yet--- and well, now definitely didn’t feel like the right time.

isak was still assaulting his fingers, showing off his skillset by adding in a third. every jab from isak’s tongue went straight to his painfully hard dick, working somehow like a nsfw voodoo doll. even’s neck was drawn back, head hanging, adam’s apple bobbing with each trapped groan.

when his fingers audibly popped on exit, and isak looked at him, dribbling words meant to crucify---- what came to follow happened in such prompt succession, that even probably would have been pretty damn proud of himself if he weren’t so desperate to get them both off.

he ripped the condom from the foil and slid it on, giving himself a few tight-fisted pumps thereafter. the latex barrier definitely aided in preventing anything... premature. he then slid isak’s jeans and boxers away in one motion. that action prompted isak’s dick to spring free, tip glistening with pre-cum. even peered up at him, giving the most forewarning of glances---- was it a threat? a promise? a tease? good luck, isak.

even didn’t have much longer than a split second to decide his method. slow & sweet, domineering & heavy. he opted for torturous, seemingly. his tongue flicked out, barely grazing the head, but immediately gratified with the bitter taste of pre-cum. several tiny licks, and he sunk completely down---- eliciting a very pretty moan from isak. the hand that had been between lips just moments ago was still sticky and waxed with spit. even, anchored on elbows and still bobbing up & down on isak’s dick, reached lower. he didn’t penetrate isak with his fingers yet, but instead rounded his entrance. he stretched the boy slightly, timing the plunge of his index finger with the stride of his mouth. an index finger was quickly paired with the middle----- and the haughty moans punched out of isak were indicative of him wanting more and more. and even was ready. he certainly didn’t need anymore stimulation. and to be honest, he didn’t see himself lasting very long.

he swallowed down isak’s length one last time, finishing with the slowest incline--- staring through lashes up at isak. his own jeans and underwear were still bunched somewhere just above his knees, but he couldn’t be bothered. he fit himself between the opening of legs and lined himself up with isak’s hole. the gaze they were sharing felt like it had a pulse. ripe with want. there was something subliminal about it, prompting even to crawl closer--- chest hovering above chest. an intrinsic need to be as close as physically possible to the chain of expressions that would certainly follow.

“tell me you want it.” it was a raspy hush spoken against isak’s lips. and once fulfilled, even was a total fucking goner.

isak’s heart definitely jumped into his throat when even’s hand caught his— had he fucked up? had even not wanted to be touched?? but those worries went away within the next second, because suddenly their fingers were intertwined like vines in the amazon rain forest. and soft, — no, hungry eyes were watching him like he was the last human being in oslo. or the last person who mattered on earth. ocean eyes were suddenly midnight blue, a glint of something sinister— mischevious but very, very inviting. full of want, lust, and desire. isak was damn sure he would forever be a shade of pink, or closer to red.

fuck, even was so close.

they both knew exactly what he was doing.

so. fucking. unfair.

isak felt like there wasn’t room to breathe. too many emotions, too many physical contacts being made— first, a gentle tug on his curls that made his breathing hitch into his throat, then a thumb of soft pressure, grazing his upper lip with a look that could seriously kill— and then,

wow, they were close.

even’s hot breath was mixed with isak’s and he was sure his eyes were already blown. he couldn’t even begin to describe what this shit was doing to his body right now. wonders. for sure, wonders. indescribable light shows in his stomach, there was a particular chill that had paced up and down his back for probably the fifth time, and a shudder that made his teeth chatter for half a second. isak didn’t know where to look.

even’s midnight colored eyes or his plump pink lips that were whispering words that felt like isak had just downed the hottest cup of coffee— one that made his body filthy warm and his tongue burnt. then, as if this moment could be anymore drenched in lust, even was encircling him. long arms folded like a box around him, nowhere to move— nowhere to run, (as if he wanted too).

isak released a shuddered breath, full of sickeningly sweet hysteria and acquired lust for the boy above him.

then, even’s lips were on his, a slow and long drawl of pressure on pressure— but then it was gone, and yet before he could even pout or protest, even’s tongue had found itself attached to isak’s neck and isak could not stop the purr that escaped his own fucking lips. “jesus fuck,” isak breathed, face beyond a normal body temperature— he was already fucking sweating. his curls were glued to his forehead and his breathing had already become eradic. “so not only did you leave me in my own despair,” isak breathed, trying to regain his composure and not look like an absolute wreck, “but now you’re teasing me in such a cruel way, i’m truly astonished by your power even bech næsheim,” isak whined, disentangling his fingers from even’s hand and instantly reaching both hands into even’s locks.

two could definitely play at that game.

once his fingers grasped the soft hair that seriously felt like individual pillows, isak tugged the other down with a quick force. simultaneously, his legs wrapped around even’s waist and suddenly he was hanging on the boy like a monkey on a tree branch.

“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”

and just like that— without another ounce of convincing, their lips attached in a hot, hungry, and desperate kiss that felt like ice on a frozen lake had cracked and revealed the prettiest and bluest lake the world had ever seen. isak’s hands had tightened on even’s hair and hearing him moan was almost enough to send isak over the fucking edge. they were both already out of breath— their passionate and heated kiss already becoming sloppy and less put together. but fuck if it mattered. isak was on a whole other universe. another fucking level.

he tightened his grip on even’s waist by crossing his ankles and like clockwork, isak was grinding his hips upwards, desperately wanting another forceful— yet tender reaction from even.

tongues invaded mouths, teeth invaded lips, and isak was a sucker for this shit. he was sure his lips would be plump and bruised by the morning, and to say absoluely nothing about the shape of his poor neck— isak was ready to be marked and obliterated by the end of the night.

he had no idea how far this was going to go, but judging by the size of their pants right now, he was sure something extravagant would be happening real soon and isak was beyond ready for his world to be rocked.

was this wanting or needing? craving, yearning, exquisite desire. it couldn’t be placed by a love drunk brain. too much stimuli clouding logical judgement. you could tack any definition you wanted to this whole transaction------ but, at this point, it wasn’t anything more than primal.

even was silently cursing the fact that they were both wearing any garments at all. as if it were the most absurd thing he’d ever encountered. pants?? who the fuck wears PANTS??

and when isak spoke, it was as if they shared a private vernacular. like if there happened to be a spectator in the room, they would never be able to decipher the throaty language. hell, even even’s bleary mind was having trouble grasping the words. but actions spoke louder, right?

fingers knit strands of hair, legs sewn lowly on hips.

yes, this was exactly how he wanted to die.

lay me to rest because i have experienced true bliss.

“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”

fuck. a tremor. straight to the crotch. the demand didn’t require any verbal rivalry, so instead even used his lips for something much more important.

the kiss was urgent and unchoreographed. something like abstract art. no intent, or curriculum. rather, it was wild and hysteric. isak’s grip around even’s center had tightened----- hips keening upwards, begging for some semblance of relief.

a torturous dichotomy had presented itself in even’s head, it went something like this:

1. he really wanted to keep making out with isak

2. he really wanted to get him out of this damn shirt

catch 22.

sacrifices would have to be made. the kiss was fragmented, which left even staring down at isak with hooded eyes. isak was framed by his pillow, pink and panting. his lips were slack and had pointed themselves into a pout.  even’s hands immediately grabbed for the hem of his own shirt first---- pulling it over his head in one abrupt tug. isak’s was removed next, albeit a bit clumsily.

halfway naked. even sat atop, bare and lanky. isak, saddled beneath, was shorter in frame but broader, and with more muscle tone.

it didn’t take long for even to swoop down, furnishing isak’s chest with wet kisses---- featuring the tease of a roaming tongue, of course. after five kisses and two gasping breaths from the younger, even had crawled his way back up to isak’s ear, .

“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

mikael: fucks sake!

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 now.

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.

isak was peering into eskild’s bags, spotting a few pink feathery goods and glittery objects that were surely going to make an appearance on eskild tomorrow. then, small & petite arms were around his frame and he returned his own limbs around the girl’s thin frame. he pulled her close, lavender infiltrating his nose. soft & sweet. dreamy & lucid. he could fall asleep to that sweet scent— and he has. holding her like this suddenly hits him with a crave to sleep in her bed tonight. all cuddled under the warm flannel sheets, watching some romcom in the late hours of the night. it’s nights like those noora actually allows isak to share her fishcakes. they pulled back, but isak’s arm still lay wrapped comfortably around her shoulders.

“isak, we’re probably going to check out jakob’s party. heard the dance team girls were going,”

“fy faen! those fucking beautiful girls, jonas! do i look okay?”

jonas and mahdi snickered, “sure mags, looking good,”

mikael stood up and stretched a bit, “yeah we’re probably going to head out. but we had a fuckin’ nice time bros, we should get together soon.”

all the boys agreed with head nods and stoned smiles. isak’s heart lurched in his chest as his eyes were glued on even. he’s not leaving is he??

and like everyone could read his face— which he was sure was just the truth; mikael was grinning at even. “see you tomorrow? 9am class is cancelled, so you can finally sleep in,” the black haired boy waggled his eyebrows, where mutta chimed in esctatically, “yeah bro! you haven’t stopped talking about wanting to see isak! now you have all night with him!”

jonas and mags cracked up with boasting, bright grins, while isak’s cheeks were painted soft shades of pink, like sweet spring roses.

mikael looked to isak then, “right isak? you have room for our poor guy over here right?”

isak was midst licking his lips— an unintentional, caught-red-handed lip bite as he looked slowly from mikael to even. a cheeky smile was set at the corner of his lips. “uhhh, i mean…. if he’s okay to sleep on the couch— ow! eskild! the fuck! i was KIDDING!”

eskild had nudged him hard in his rib and isak was dramatically holding his side like it was a major wound. “nei, isak has plenty of room in his bed, he’s just a hogger of sheets. i’ll get you some extra so you can stay warm,”

isak’s complexion had returned to a brighter sunset pink as the boys were laughing again. he rolled his eyes and slumped to his room to quick pick up his messy clothes pile and shove it in the closet. he grabbed up the half-empty beer cans that decorated his room and sped-walked to the kitchen, dropping everything from his arms into the lined recycle bin. he returned back to the living room as everyone was saying their chill goodbyes. somehow, even had migrated closer to isak and isak pretended like he hadn’t stepped even closer to the tall, beautiful boy.

once the squad had cleared out, isak released a built-up breath. “i’m so tired i could sleep for the rest of my life,”

eskild was quick to chime in then, “so like…… you do everyday?”

isak rolled his eyes again, running his fingers through his hair. “do you need a shower? i’ve learned it’s best to shower at night, eskild hogs the bathroom for two hours every morning so i’ve had to learn dedicated self-hygenie the hard way,” isak joked, grinning up at even with a particular innocent yet overwhelming desire.

“let me show you to your room for the night,” isak stated— realizing that sounded like he wouldn’t be joining. isak turned and walked down a narrow hallway till he reached his propped open door. he slid on his socks all the way to his bed and plopped down, “not exactly a hotel room in radisson blu, but it does the job.”

‘certainty generally is an illusion.’ even couldn’t remember where he’d heard the quote. some scholar, most likely a required reading. but that didn’t matter. what mattered was that even was certain he would be spending the night at isak’s. who knew that all it would take to disprove an academic from like a hundred years ago was a teenage boy?

when the guys announced their departure, a look of worry crossed isak’s face. but a calm settled over even when mikael bumped shoulders with him on the delivery of a wink.

“see you tomorrow? 9am class is cancelled, so you can finally sleep in.”

“yeah bro! you haven’t stopped talking about wanting to see isak! now you have all night with him!”

even rolled his eyes, grinning, not easily embarrassed by subtext.

“right isak? you have room for our poor guy over here right?”

isak responded to mikael cheekily, but eskild was quick to hop in & revise. isak was already flustered and they hadn’t even entered his bedroom----- nay, his bed------- yet.

the fuchsia, which had taken up residence on isak’s complexion, looked to be permanent this time around. but even was an avid fan of that particular shade of pink. isak scampered off, presumably to tidy his living quarters, and the remainder of the room shuffled towards the door to retrieve their outerwear.

“have fun, man.” elias offered a wink, coupled with a fist bump.

members of the balloon squad were chatting with the boy squad, already committing to side plans. the two groups were certainly clicking. magnus had already promised to bring mutta to the next dance rehearsal starring the infamous ‘dancing chicks,’ and madhi was sending his “chill” playlist to elias and yousef.

things didn’t even work out this well in fairy-tales.

amazing

“if you hurt isak, i will do terrible things to you.” it was noora, breathing venom into his ear. somehow red lipstick made the threat even more spine-chilling.

but before even could conjure up any sort of reaction, or defense, noora’s presence at his side was replaced by isak---- who was handing out lazy goodbyes to new & old friends.

the room had emptied, and banter between roommates was quick to follow. then a shuffling to isak’s room.

let me show you to your room for the night

it wasn’t exactly what even was expecting to hear.

“you mean our room, right?” a brazen grin as even stepped past the threshold of the doorway and plopped himself right on the end of isak’s bed. he began bouncing up & down on his butt like a child, or someone testing out candidates at a mattress store.

“you know, i read a conspiracy theory once that mattress stores are really just a front, like a giant money laundering scheme?? have you heard that?” he felt like he was talking fast, and made a mental note to keep himself in check. see? he didn’t need sonja. he was perfectly capable of monitoring himself.

“and what do you like for breakfast? i really want to make you breakfast. maybe even breakfast in bed.” he tagged a silly eyebrow wiggle onto the end of his statement. too many implications to really point to just one. like a needle in a haystack.

his phone buzzed in his back pocket and he wiggled it out,

you have been added to a group chat: squad²