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#sorry for any ridiculous typos btw i wasn't feeling 100% yesterday when writing this (aftermath of an awful headache šŸ˜µ)
theflyingfeeling Ā· 5 months
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Seventh Day of Gift-Giving: Seven Nights
Prompt: Light fell through the window, illuminating the couple lying in bed, entangled with each other and perfectly content with it.
The two idiots in love have also been idiots in the kitchen, but not for much longer! šŸ’ž
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After all the food-related disasters, their dinner date had been nothing but lovely, if simple: arriving at the restaurant, it had turned out someone working there knew Olli from one of their music projects back in their conservatoire days and had happily arranged a table for them at the back of the dining hall, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. There they were left in peace to chat about everything that crossed their minds, to make each other giggle by ā€œstealingā€ food from each otherā€™s plates, or just to sit in silence, finding deep comfort in each otherā€™s easy company. The atmospheric lighting of the restaurant had made Olliā€™s expression look especially soft, and if they hadnā€™t, in spite of everything, been in public, Aleksi wouldnā€™t have hesitated scooting his chair next to Olliā€™s to whisper sweet nothings into his ear or pull him in for a long kiss, one he had been dying to give him the entire evening.
That was why, after having picked up Rilla from Tommiā€™s temporary dog daycare, Aleksi was more than happy to be back at Olliā€™s again, because he couldnā€™t have pushed Olli against the door to crash their mouths together at the restaurant, could he?
It seemed Olli shared the sentiment, as he was quick to undress Aleksi of his overcoat and wrap his arms around Aleksiā€™s waist to pull him close, never breaking the kiss but instead smiling into it.Ā 
ā€œThanks for the date night,ā€ Aleksi said, pulling his mouth apart from Olliā€™s just enough to form the words before savouring the taste of Olliā€™s bottom lip again. He could still detect traces of the chocolatey dessert they had enjoyed.
ā€œThe best idea weā€™ve had all week, huh?ā€ Olliā€™s speech was but slur, with Aleksi nibbling on his lips with great appetite despite having just dined the better part of evening; now, he was ravenous for something else entirely.
ā€œThe best idea weā€™ve had all week so far,ā€ Aleksi murmured in turn. He hoped Olli would get his hint and was rewarded when the shade of Olliā€™s eyes darkened and his sighs against Aleksiā€™s lips, cheek and neck became more shallow, more greedy.Ā 
It seemed Tommi had done an impeccable job at activating Rilla all evening, since the dog wasted no time in making herself a nest in her little dog bed and was already settled in by the time Aleksi and Olli stumbled in the bedroom. Aleksi made a mental note of buying Tommi a beer as a thanks the next time theyā€™d hang out, because Rillaā€™s sleepiness made it possible for him to grab Olli by his hips and gently guide him straight towards the bed, all the while leaving small, soft kisses on his lips.
Throughout the whole dinner, Aleksiā€™s mind had kept wandering to how amazing it had felt to hold Olli close and keep him there without the fear of rejection, to kiss him without alcohol clouding his judgement or regret banging the door at the back of his head; he was only just beginning to wrap his head around it all. Even now, with Olliā€™s body pressed against his, eagerly echoing every movement of Aleksiā€™s own, Aleksi almost wanted to stop and pinch himself to make sure it wasnā€™t all just another unattainable fantasy, a daydream that would turn into a nightmare when Aleksi would realise that was all it was: nothing but wishful thinking of a fool who had gone and fallen for a friend.Ā 
As if reading his thoughts, Olli let their final kiss linger unnecessarily long before he opened his eyes to look up into Aleksiā€™s. His pupils were dilated and his eyelids hooded, but his hands were no longer roaming Aleksiā€™s backside aimlessly but instead slowly caressing his neck and chest before grabbing Aleksi by his shirt and pulling him on top of himself as they fell on the bed.
After the brief interruption, their mouths found the same rhythm effortlessly as a familiar feeling began to set in Aleksiā€™s lower stomach. Underneath him, Olli let out a long moan, his voice low ā€“ and insanely sexy, might Aleksi add ā€“ but just as Aleksi had begun to subtly roll his hips against Olliā€™s, his efforts were interrupted by Olliā€™s hand on his pelvis and his lips withdrawing from Aleksi's own.
ā€œAleksi, ummmmā€¦ā€ For one terrifying second, Aleksi paralysed in fear of having done the wrong thing or having misinterpreted Olliā€™s cues. Olli must have sensed this, for he immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and brought his face closer so their foreheads were touching.
ā€œIs it okay if we just sleep tonight? Letā€™s justā€¦ not rush things, yeah? Weā€™ve got time, donā€™t we?ā€
The relief almost brought tears to Aleksiā€™s eyes.Ā 
(And maybe it did for real, but just a little, mind you.)
ā€œYeah,ā€ Aleksi nodded, his nose nudging Olliā€™s. ā€œWeā€™ve got time.ā€Ā 
Suddenly feeling exhausted (perhaps it was the stress from all the bottled-up pining finally pouring out of him all at once), Aleksi slumped next to Olli on the bed with a quiet oof, careful not to alarm Rilla. Olli turned to his side to face him, his fingers stroking the exposed parts of Aleksiā€™s hands below the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater. He seemed particularly fascinated by the tattoos on Aleksiā€™s forearm, tracing them with his fingers. The touch was just soothing enough for Aleksi to ignore that they should maybe change into something more comfortable before theyā€™d cuddle each other to sleep, but then Olliā€™s lips began to slowly work their magic on Aleksi's own again, so he really wasnā€™t in the mindset to care all that much.
ā€œCan I help you undress though?ā€ Olli asked him after a series of long, slow, mind-blowing kisses.
As if Aleksi was ever going to say ā€˜noā€™ to that.
Once they had successfully (although not without tired giggles) removed each otherā€™s shirts, they spent a good while taking turns at mouthing one anotherā€™s bare neck, shoulders and chest with all the care and love they could possibly put in such a gesture. It would have been easy, oh, so easy, to grab Olli with a little more intent, a little more craving, and resume what they had almost started, but Aleksi pushed aside his desires because he did agree with Olli: now that they were finally here, lost in each otherā€™s touch, there was no more rush, no more fear of it all slipping through their fingers. Even when they were already stripped down to just their underwear, with Olliā€™s bulge pressing against his, Aleksi was content in having Olli by his side exactly like this.
ā€œYouā€™re so fucking lovely, I want you so much,ā€ he told him, the words out of his mouth before he had a chance to evaluate just how sappy and desperate they sounded. Lucky for him, Olli didnā€™t seem to mind terribly.
When their kisses grew lazier and their hands found peace at last, fingers intertwined, Olliā€™s soft voice spoke from the dark.
ā€œI want you too. So fucking much. Justā€¦ just so you know.ā€
Such simple words, yet they took Aleksiā€™s breath away.
I know now, he wouldā€™ve said if he had been capable of talking in that moment. Instead he left a light kiss on Olliā€™s fingers, hoping it might be enough of an answer. Under the touch, the fingers clasped on to Aleksiā€™s hand tighter, only softening their grip when Olli fell into a peaceful sleep.
ā€˜The best idea weā€™ve had all week, huh?ā€™Ā Olli's remark echoed in Aleksi's head.
Sure, Aleksi had agreed then, but if Olli wouldā€™ve brought it up again now, Aleksi wouldā€™ve answered differently.
The best idea weā€™ve had? This. Us.
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