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Isak is struggling with his locker once again, but he can’t get seem to get annoyed the way he usually does. There is a nervous excitement that flutters in his stomach, an anticipation of something to come that has had him smiling to himself at random moments since the night before.
He startles, though his smile widens when a hand closed into a fist reaches from behind him and gives his locker a small punch that causes it to open easily.
“Thanks,” he says not turning around yet to face who he knows is behind him.
“Hmm, no problem,” Isak lets out a breath at the voice and the way it sends a delicious shiver down his spine. “Didn’t peg you to be into sexting.”
Isak breathes out a chuckle finally turning around. He swallows hard at how close Even is, completely unconcern of the looks it might attract, his focus centered on Isak. Isak would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it, even if he could already see looks being sent their way.
“That wasn’t sexting,” Isak protests, a smile on his lips as Even playfully rolls his eyes.
“Sexting lite then, it got me going,” Even continues, smirking as Isak turns slightly pink.
“Don’t take much, does it?” Isak teases flustered from flirting like this in public but too engrossed by Even and his general everything to stop.
Even shrugs and reaches up to place a hand against Isak’s locker right next to Isak’s head, the move causing him to lean in, his body brushing against Isak’s. “A pair of pretty bottle-green eyes, nice cupid lips...”
“Even,” Isak gets out, his body feels hot all over at the proximity and yet he can’t help but reach out, his hands holding on to Even’s jean jacket. Their body language obvious now. “We can’t do this here in the hallway.”
Even licks his lips, his clear blue eyes darkening when Isak mimics the action. “Come with me,” Even answers taking Isak’s hand in his.
“Class,” Isak says in weak protest even as he closes his locker back up, his books still inside.
“Waste of time if neither of us is going to concentrate,” Even shots back as he starts to pull Isak through the hallway quickly.
Isak follows blindly, his body feeling tight with pent-up energy, dimly he realizes that Even is taking him down a quieter hallway that leads to the backstage of the school theater. A place that at this hour of the day was completely empty. “Have you been planning this?” he questions once they are in the backroom that the school’s theater group usually use to chill when they are putting on a performance.
He watches as Even throw his backpack and jacket next to an old comfortable couch that sits in a corner of the room.
“Why do say that?” Even asks with a smirk on his face as he sits on the couch, his posture relaxed and suggestive all at once, at least to Isak as he lets his legs spread in a lazy slouch.
“I wonder why,” Isak says dryly, trying to keep a serious face on, but helpless at the sight of Even’s teasing smile and the way his eye crinkle at the sides when Isak also puts his stuff down and starts to walk towards him. Even is the picture of easy confidence and Isak wanted to wipe that smug look on his perfect face.
With that in mind he ignores the space next to Even on the couch and places a knee on the side of Even’s leg, he gives Even a moment to realize what he’s about to do, giving the older boy a smirk of his own when his eyes widen with comprehension, before he throws his other leg over Even, shifting a bit until he’s comfortable on Even’s lap. Only then does he look at him again, the surprised look still on his face along with gentle fondness.
“You keep surprising me,” Even says, his hands resting on Isak’s waist giving him a squeeze. There is an easy comfort to being this way with Even like they’ve done this many times before instead of it being the first.
“So, have you been planning this?” Isak asks again, his arms around Even’s neck, his fingers playing with his hair, smoothing a flyway.
“What, getting you alone, you straddling my lap?” Even questions, chuckling as Isak blushes. “Cute how you blush after you’ve done it, no I haven’t been planning anything, but I have spent a distracting number of hours daydreaming about being alone you.”
“What happens in your daydreams?” Isak whispers, going when Even tugs him closer.
Even doesn’t answer him with words, instead, his mouth pressed into the corner of Isak’s mouth, too off centered to be a kiss, but the feel of Even’s lips on him wake up everything inside of Isak nonetheless.
“Even,” Isak whispers again, closing his eyes as Even lays a path from Isak’s jaw down his neck. Isak lets out a whine when Even nudges his shirt to give himself access to the base of Isak’s neck and starts to suck, worrying the skin there with his tongue and teeth. Isak sighs and shivers in Even’s arms, his body moving on its own accord. Even’s hands are everywhere, on his hips, on his waist, up and down his back, his mouth leaving a hot wet trail on Isak’s skin and Isak’s body is helpless but to respond. He feels the ache where he is hard and hot in his pants, straining against the zipper of his skinny jeans. It’s painful in the way that it’s not enough and without thought to embarrassment Isak presses down on Even’s lap, grinding into the older boy, gasping when his dick, trapped behind layers of clothes rub against Even’s equally hard cock through his own jeans.
“Fuck,” Even hisses, his mouth comes off Isak’s neck as he throws his head back on the couch, his own hips thrusting up to meet Isak’s downward movement, helplessly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Even,” Isak pants as he keeps moving, unable to stop.
Even raises his head, keeping one hand on Isak’s hip to help guide his movements, the other pushes Isak’s snapback to the floor before it grips Isak’s hair. Not painful but firm as he pulls Isak’s face down to his.
“You’re so fucking hot, Isak,” Even says hotly, panting out the word against his mouth in an imitation of a kiss, something Isak realizes they haven’t yet.
“Kiss me,” Isak pleads, giving a particularly hard thrust of his hips, the groan it pulls from Even vibrating against him.
“Fuck, baby,” Even curses again, before doing exactly as Isak asks and kisses him. It’s not a chaste first kiss, how could it be when they are dry-humping on an old couch at school. Instead, it’s wet heat, teeth biting down before tongues smooth the stings. Isak gives as good as he gets, more turned on than he has ever been. He’s kissed many girls, not to brag but he knows he has a reputation, one that he’s carefully cultivated to hide his real desires and has always found kissing to be a mundane activity. Now though as he chases a taste that seems to exclusively Even’s he starts to get the appeal. He likes the way Even’s tongue feels against his, how his full lips feel even plumper after Isak has sucked on them. He likes the warm feeling in his stomach that builds with every sound he draws out of Even. His lungs burn from the need of air and yet he seriously considers not pulling back, the thought of pulling his mouth off Even’s completely unthinkable.
Even is the one that makes the decision for them and pulls back enough to gasp for a breath. They pant into each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed.
“I hope you don’t mind ditching the rest of school today,” Even says casually and Isak gives him a questioning look that Even answers with another roll of his hips. Isak lets out a whimpering sound. Lost in their kiss he had forgotten for a moment about the more pressing issue. It was obvious Even hadn’t though because he had shift enough that now every move they make brings contact to their hard-ons. Perfect friction. “This is going to get embarrassing very soon.”
Isak lets out a carefree laugh, happier than he’s ever been. “I don’t care,” he says laughing again when Even gives him a blinding smile.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers as he moves a hand between them to rub Even through his jeans.
Even lets out a pained laugh. “Baby, the whole school could walk in here right now and I still wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“I wish there weren't all these clothes between us,” Isak says even as he blushes hard, not quite believing what he is doing or saying but knowing nothing is going to stop him either.
“Tease,” Even whispers kissing him again, this time slower, lingering.
“Not if I deliver,” Isak answers as he continues to touch.
“Later,” Even promises as he grabs Isak’s hand away, his hips moving, as they both get closer to the end. “Later, when we aren’t here, we’ll take our time.”
“My place,” Isak says already making plans even as he feels his orgasm fast approaching. “We’ll lock ourselves in my room, we won’t come out for hours.”
Even grins at that, his eyes fluttering shut when Isak gives another thrust. He licks his dry lips and Isak is just mesmerized at how he looks. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Yeah,” Isak breathes, unable to say anything else as his orgasm crashes into him, lost in it, he can just ride it out, chase after it. It’s only after he’s come down from his high that he can open his own eyes, finding Even’s already on him.
Even’s face has a rosy hue that Isak finds adorable and a soft satisfied smile that Isak takes pride in.
“You’re beautiful.”
It takes Isak moment to realize the words didn’t come out of his mouth but Even’s and he feels his cheeks start to warm.
He shifts in Even’s lap, grimacing when he feels the wetness in his boxers, his blush intensifying when Even chuckles at his reaction. Getting off Even’s lap, he pulls his shirt down as much as he can, grateful he’s wearing dark jeans.
“Told you it would get embarrassing,” Even teases.
Isak lets out a huff around a smile. Embarrassing and sticky yes, and yet Isak can’t bring himself to regret a single second of it.
“Hey,” Even says softly as he stands up, his arms going around Isak and Isak sighs happily as he rests his body against Even’s. “Was this okay?”
Isak looks up at him questioning.
“This wasn’t too fast for you?” Even continues, biting his lip, a look of uncertainty on his face.
“That depends,” Isak starts. “Is this the only time this is going to happen?”
Even lets out a small breath and Isak can feel him relax. “I hope not.”
“Me too,” Isak says relaxing. “Anything else you hoping for?”
“So many things,” Even grins as the mood between them turns playful again. “All the things.”
“All the things?” Isak repeats mocking it gently. “That sounds like it can take a while, might have to spend a lot of time together.”
Even smiles even harder his dimples showing through as he does so.
“Well,” Isak sighs dramatically making Even huff out a laugh. “If that’s what it takes.”
“So, nice of you,” Even replies still laughing before he leans down and kisses him softly, grinning into Isak’s mouth. “This is going to sound really bizarre, but I’m really glad your sister got her period.”
Isak pulls back and he knows he’s got a grossed out look on his face from the way Even lets out a belly laugh. Rolling his eyes as Even continues to laugh he starts to grab his stuff waiting for Even to do the same.
“Come on we’re going back to my place, you promised we’d take our time,” Isak says pulling Even along with him, trying not to smile as Even still chuckles to himself. It’s a sound that Isak already loves even if it’s at his expenses. “And while we’re there we are coming up with a better story for how we met.”
Even snorts at that and pulls on his hand to make Isak stop. When he turns, Isak finds Even giving him a happy smile as he shakes his head. “Nope, aisle 4 in front of feminine products and lube, that our story. What better start to a love story?”
Isak rolls his eyes once more but can’t keep the smile at bay. “Fine, aisle 4.”