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ayellowcurtain · 2 years

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Yeah they’re all dressed at the beginning, but what happened between morning and the afternoon? And, how did Isak get into his skivvies by the following morning when he wakes up all alone?

Even is trying to leave again. Isak tried to argue against it but they´re out of bed already. Even has changed into some of Isak´s old clothes one more time. The pants are too short and a little loose, and Even has made plenty of jokes about it to which Isak replied back saying how he has sticks for legs too.

The pile of dirty, and wet clothes is still intact inside the bathtub. Isak´s body shivers just looking at it and remembering how terrible the ride back home could have been if he wasn´t still high from the innocent kisses they shared inside the pool. To escape the screaming girl they had to crawl a few inches in a muddy grass before running to the bike. Even´s clothes were completely soaked and transparent but Isak didn´t say anything, and Even didn´t seem bothered when they jumped off to sneak inside the kollective. He´s always so confident and chill it makes Isak dizzy. He even came back later, when they were sure the others were asleep, to clean the trail of muddy drops they left on the hallway.

They were freezing so some of the shame was put aside in order to get into clean, warm, dry clothes while laughing in silence. Isak couldn´t help but take a few glances at Even´s lean body while he was quickly changing. He was caught the last time with a still broad and mischievous smile and a tight grip on his waist, pulling him in quick for a hot, breathtaking kiss. He felt like it was his first real kiss ever and it did feel as big and good as it should be.

They were still buzzing from almost getting caught, and when the adrenaline calmed down, the fell asleep almost instantly. Isak never knew he would be one to like someone playing with his hair for him to sleep.

“I always wanted a...”

Even smiles through the tiny mirror hanging on the wall (not at all centered) so confidently that Isak wonders how someone can be so chill and damn fucking hot all the time.

“A what? A lover?” He teases, filling Isak´s face with loving kisses. Isak tries to make himself smaller, escape the tickles that Even´s kisses give his suddenly sensitive skin. Maybe it´s because he never let himself be this…weak? Open? Loved? It´s hard to find the right word to describe how Even makes him feel since the first time he saw him. “You´re okay with me. I´ll always protect you.”

Isak knows he doesn´t mean it as deeply as Isak wants him to but since he met Even it´s been like this: his brain struggles to accept all this affection, but nothing can control his needy body of the warm contact, attention, and trust, apparently. He melts like butter on the hottest summer day.

In his gut, Isak always thought he had built thick, safe, tall walls around the core of who he really is or wants to be. And then it only took a look into Even´s deep eyes for him to know he would be ruined if that boy gave him half a chance.

And after last night, this is a lot more than half a chance, and his walls are just a pile of dust on his tiny bathroom floor. Before that first kiss, he still felt somewhat safe, like he was still protected inside the walls, just listening to someone wandering around from the outside.

Since they started talking, it felt like Even was on the outside, not needing to talk loudly to be heard from inside the walls, and now Isak can picture it with details: Even walking around tall walls, his long fingers tickling the heavy bricks, aware that it would only take a light push for it all to crumble like a sandcastle. But he waited, and Isak guesses his go for a second kiss at the pool was like a permission for Even to finally push everything to dust.

Even is by far the best kisses Isak has ever, ever met.

He smiles against Isak´s lips before his phone interrupts them for what it feels like the hundred time since they locked himself inside this bedroom.

Even grunts, his whole face changing completely for something a lot more serious, with sharp edges on his clenched jaw, leaning against the counter as he types something, sends the message, and shoves his phone back inside the pocket.

“I really have to go.”

“What?! Why?” Isak knows why. Even if he didn´t, the millions of missed calls and texts from Sonja should be clear enough but he hates it. He never liked her anyway.

“Sonja is about to call the police on me.” Even finally comes closer again, kissing Isak´s temple, cheeks, jaw, all the way to his neck before he purrs, pressing their noses against each other before a quick kiss. “But I would love to come back and spend infinity in your bed.”

“With me?” Isak teases, and Even laughs, nodding his head, kissing Isak on the lips again.

“Of course, that it´s with you.” It´s a dumb joke that Isak thinks about when he´s alone but Even kept some of the information, apparently. He says like he means infinity and Isak wonders if Even would actually do it because he knows he would in a heartbeat.

Even drags him to the door and it feels like a massive thing. When they open, the whole universe will slip into their bubble like water or air, and there´s no escaping it once it´s open. They´ll never come back to this day of kissing and cuddling and talking about random subjects that they only think when nobody is listening.

“Your voice changes when you talk to your friends…” Even finally says what he was thinking. Isak could almost hear his thoughts connecting while he was staring, with a glimpse of a smile on the corners of his warm, inviting lips.

“Huh?!”

“When you roommate came and you lied, your voice was very different. You have an Even´s voice.”

“What?! No, I don´t! It was my ‘I just woke up’ voice.” Isak can feel himself blushing and the more he´s aware of it, the redder he gets.

“Yes, you do. I like it. I´ll always know when you´re mad at me.”

Isak rolls his eyes, trying to be less embarrassing while already completely gone for this boy.

“I hope I´ll never get angry at you then.”

“I´m a horrible person, but I´ll always try my best with you.”

“Shut up…” Isak looks up at Even, squeezing the fabric of his jacket that Even is quietly trying to steal from him, “Can you stay until dinner at least?”

“Dinner?! You mean more chips that we found in your closet for breakfast and lunch…?” Even laughs and Isak rolls his eyes again, about to argue when Even kisses him again, and Isak tries to use it against him this time, opening his lips, deepening the kiss while he takes a few steps back until the back of his knees reach the edge of his bed and he pulls Even to lie down again.

Their hands move like they already know each other´s body like it´s theirs and in the blink of an eye, with no shame this time, Isak is only wearing his dark boxers, hoping his years of football will work on his favor this time and explain why Even should stay a few more hours. In return, he manages to get rid of the jacket, the shirt and unbutton the jeans that Even is wearing before they calm down again. Even is always the one to slow it down, it feels like he´s reading Isak´s dirty thoughts and thinking it´s way too early for that. But he´s always painfully kind, and loving, and still so intense that Isak doesn’t argue. To be honest, even he doesn´t have the guts to say what he wants so maybe it is too soon. They kiss for what it feels like hours again, and Isak makes sure to lock his heels on the small of Even´s back so he can´t slowly escape his grip this time. They kiss some more and whisper silly promises into each other´s lips, and it´s the best feeling ever. But even then, time passes by, and Isak gets one win: Even accepts to sleep with him again. He lifts the blankets and sheet and lets Isak find his position, adjust his pillow before Even starts to move too, making sure Isak is tucked in, kissing his temple, leaving more promises whispered in his ear that spread all over Isak´s body, making his skin even more sensitive, making him tremble. Even lies down on his back and lifts his hips from underneath the blankets to get rid of the jeans (finally).Isak snuggles closer, lifting his head in a quiet way to ask for one last kiss and Even complies, with a gentle touch on Isak´s forehead, pushing his curls back while they kiss. It grows bigger and slowly hotter, but Even starts to stop when they both realize the estate of their needy bodies. He smiles into Isak´s lips, and pulls him closer, adjusting to go to sleep. If he notices something – which Isak assumes he does because it´s the same with Even – he doesn´t say anything, but they´re also glued together, tangled legs and all, not really hiding anything.

It´s not the most comfortable night because it takes a long time for his body to relax, and because there are two long bodies where it usually only fits one, but Isak never felt better. He remembers moving once or twice throughout the night, and when he wakes up, it felt like he blinked and it´s the next morning already. His bed is empty and cold. He sits up, looking around in search for something that´ll prove he wasn´t dreaming until he finds the paper that wasn´t there before. He´s frustrated to wake up alone but at least it wasn´t a dream. He´ll have to deal with the reality of washing gross clothes that were soaking wet and with mud for far too long while providing fake answers to Eskild’s inquisition.

Thinking back now with an awake brain, Isak remembers feather-like touches on his naked back in what felt like the middle of the night for him, but it was probably early morning. He thought it was just the wind or because he didn´t cover himself properly, because it also felt too conservative to be Even´s full, warm, enticing lips but he´s sure now there were kisses and a serious ‘I´ll never leave you, Isak’ whispered in his ear.

Isak is starting to get it now. The nooks and crannies that Even so easily noticed in him. Now Isak sees some differences in his mannerism. Even has the kindest face, and he´s probably the kindest, warmest person Isak knows but sometimes there´s a coldness to his voice, to his face when he´s texting Sonja, for example. It feels like a completely different person. And he used that voice to whisper in Isak´s ear before leaving, that´s why it felt so out of the reality he´s growing to know.

Every night, Isak sleeps the same as he did tonight: only wearing his boxers but it feels different now. He moves one leg a little bit, trying to create more pressure in some areas that are in desperate need of touch, and he closes his eyes and tries to get more details about the kisses Even left while he was asleep. Isak wanted more, so much more, but Even is too damn respectful or something. Some time ago Isak read somewhere about how time moves differently when you´re in pain or feeling sad and he gets it now. He checks the time on his phone, so casually thrown on the empty pillow next to his, and it´s almost 2 in the morning. Not even a whole day since he last seen or talked to Even and it feels like too long. He thinks about sending another message but that sounds way too desperate for attention. He opens their conversation and checks that he did send one message earlier today when saw the drawing but Even didn´t read or reply to that one so Isak shoves his phone back on the pillow and covers himself completely to try and fall asleep in peace.

#skam #evak #skam og #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #the format is all f****** messy but I’ll fix it later #better a messy format than nothing #right? right.#who knows - maybe there’ll be a part 2 of this

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