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The hotel room was dull. The meetings he’d been trapped in all day had been a packed agenda of uninspiring tedium. The city that played host to these experiments in bureaucratic torture was a hotbed of not-excitement. The television in the bland, beige room provided no relief as everything he came across was either insipid or too depressing. He was ten minutes away from opening up the mini-bar and clicking on the “Order Adult Movies” button just to alleviate the boredom even though he was the last nation in the world that would make such recklessly expensive purchases.
And so Norway was a little relieved when his cell phone started vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed, touchscreen lit up with the name of someone who was anything but dull. Unwilling to show any sort of eagerness for *this* person, he let it ring up until the last moment before the voicemail would have picked up, answering with his usual lack of enthusiasm,
“Yes?”
“Norway! Hi! It’s Denmark!”
Norway took a moment to let Denmark’s bright voice fill the colorless void in the room, “So my phone already informed me, fool. What do you want?”
Denmark started to laugh, unfazed by Norway’s attitude, “To know how shit’s going over there! See how you are, of course!”
Slightly touched against his will, Norway permitted himself to settle on the bed, intending to indulge Denmark’s desire for inane conversation just this once, “I’m in one of the least appealing cities in the world. The meetings today were a nightmare that even Germany couldn’t have cooked up. That’s how “shit’s” going here.”
There was a pause and Norway could hear Denmark shuffling around and a door closing before he replied, “So…you’re bored?”
Norway rolled his eyes and then remembered that Denmark wasn’t there to witness his mockery, “Obviously.”
“Want to be distracted?” Denmark said, voice having changed into something that made Norway’s skin tingle and put him on alert.
He asked, treading cautiously, “What are you talking about?”
He was right to be worried as Denmark started to laugh in *that* way, low and throaty, “You know what I’m talking about. So….what are you wearing?”
Even though his cheeks flushed and certain parts of his body twitched a little in interest, Norway promptly hung up the phone, annoyed by the Denmark’s presumption and his own libido’s traitorous desire to play along.
His phone immediately started vibrating again. Norway refused to look at it, keeping his eyes glued to the TV in an attempt to convince himself that he really was deeply invested in keeping up with the Kardashians.
The hotel phone began to ring as well. And then his cell phone again. And then again.
Thumping his head against the bed frame out of exasperation, cursing his own stupidity for failing to remember how persistent Denmark could be when he was on conquest, he gave in and picked up the phone.
“What?”
He could hear the pout in Denmark’s voice as he answered sulkily, “Don’t be that way. I’m bored, too.”
“And that’s my problem how?” Norway answered tersely thinking about what Denmark would be normally doing at home that was causing this troublesome scenario. He looked at the clock doing a quick mental calculation for the time difference.
What. The. Hell.
“Denmark, you idiot! Are you at work right now?”
Said idiot didn’t appear ashamed in the least, “Yeah, that’s why I’m so bored!”
“And you think it’s a wise idea to do….this…now? You really are stupider than I thought.” Norway scoffed, though secretly turned on by the thought of Denmark, hard at work, wanting him.
Denmark huffed, the pout once again obvious in his voice, “I was just looking at my desk and for some reason I thought of you. I am sure you can guess why…”
Flooded with memories of another time on another desk, Norway squirmed, about to respond when Denmark continued, cajoling, “I can’t help it. You’ve been gone for days. I miss you.”
He stilled, feeling his resolve weakening against his better judgment, silently cursing Denmark for saying such sentimental things without any regard for his weak-willed heart. He sighed; he was going to give in, damn it all.
“Don’t you miss me, too?”
Norway took a deep breath, sliding down on the bed, letting one hand drift to the zipper of his slacks, clicking off the light. He hummed a little into the phone, dragging out Denmark’s suspense, before letting his voice drop into a low, smoky register, pouring out thick and slow like honey, “Who would miss you?”
He appreciated the sharp inhale on the other side of the line, taking pleasure in imagining the wide eyed surprise on Denmark’s face as he scrambled to adjust to the fact that Norway was being compliant.
“Fuck, I love it when you talk like that.”
“Thank you for stating the obvious.” Norway purred as he started shrugging out of his shirt.
“You should always talk to me like this. That would be awesome!”
“No. This is only for when you’ve been good.” He rubbed his palm over his growing hardness, closing his eyes and picturing Denmark sitting at his desk, legs spread, tie loosened.
“I’m always good!” His partner replied, the teasing tone sending little frissons of excitement down Norway’s body.
“Hardly.”
Denmark laughed, a dirty little chuckle that let Norway know that he’d caught on to the game, “So, let me be good for you now.”
Slowly, he unzipped his pants, rewarding Denmark’s quick realization with a warm and breathy sigh as he shucked the pants to the floor, “I will…Are you hard for me?”
“Now who is being obvious?”
“Tell me.” He commanded, licking his lips and visualizing Denmark’s hand on his cock, pressing down eagerly.
“I’ve been hard for you since you picked up the phone the first time.”
Norway hummed appreciatively, “Good. Very good.” He heard more rustling on the other end of the call, as he saw visions of Denmark’s pants falling to the floor, revealing long legs and an impressive cock. He swallowed, continuing, “Now make me hard.”
“Yes, sir!” And even though Norway could hear the slight teasing tone in Denmark’s voice, the very idea of a pliant, subservient Denmark was enough to make his heart race double time, blood rushing south. He palmed his now hard cock, breath coming in shallow and quick.
“Do it, tell me what you would do to me,” he answered, knowing that the hitch in his voice would give away his excitement.
“I’m waiting for you at home, you’ve been gone for days.”
“Very creative, Denmark,” Norway laughed a little, amused in spite of himself by Denmark’s lack of originality.
“Shut up. You walk in the door and I don’t even let you get out a hello or a get the fuck out of my house before I’ve got you up against the wall and we’re kissing. And you can’t help it, you kiss back, biting my lips like you always do, you little beast. Fuck, I love kissing you. I could kiss you for hours.”
Norway ran a finger over his lips, feeling Denmark’s phantom kisses. Though he would never tell him, kissing Denmark was one of his greatest pleasures. Denmark was all determination and ruthless passion when he kissed, tempered by Norway’s precision and slow burning intensity. Their kisses were perfect. Suddenly, he would have given almost anything to have that here and now.
This was no good.
Determined to wrench his thoughts away from dangerous feelings, Norway interrupted Denmark’s painfully arousing description of their kissing, heat and urgency flowing through his words, “But you’re too far gone for me and I can feel how hard you are against my leg and I want to feel how much you want me. I push you up against the wall and you’re moaning my name, loud and obnoxious as always.”
Denmark’s breathing heavy in his ear, egging him on, murmuring, “Now you’ve got me up against the wall, babe. What are you going to do with me?”
Too turned on to hold back, Norway gave in, taking his cock in hand as he continued, trying to keep his voice just as Denmark likes it, “I get on my knees, rubbing my hands and my face over your pants, teasing you until you grab my hair,”
“Begging you to just do it already.”
“Mmmm. So I do, because I know you’re going to feel so good in my mouth, hot and hard. And I want to watch you watching me.”
Denmark let out a low moan , “You look so hot down there on your knees, pink lips on my cock, taking it all.”
Norway’s eyes clench shut, his hips moving in time with the stroking of his hand, trying to keep hold of his composure, “I’ve got you down my throat, but it’s not enough. I let my fingers slide back, back, and you think I’m going for your balls, but I’ve got another destination in mind.”
Denmark sucked in a harsh breath, driving Norway on, “I’m right there and you’re shaking, still down my throat, and I know you want me in you, just a little piece of me, even if you’ll never say you want it.”
“Christ, I want it. I want it.”
Norway hissed, picturing Denmark begging for it, his body going taut with desire, “I slide my finger in, just a little, and you’re so tight and hot on me, and hard and heavy in my mouth, on my tongue.”
Denmark was breathing hard, panting in time with Norway, each little moans and sigh ratcheting up Norway’s lust.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Are you close?”
He was, nearly aching for release. But he wasn’t ready yet, some unnamed want fueling his need to continue, “Don’t you dare.”
Denmark cursed, whining, “Please, I need it.”
Knowing that Denmark would do as he damned well pleased if he didn’t keep talking, Norway rushed onwards, letting his desire spill forth, “I let your cock fall from my mouth and you’re looking at me, all flushed and confused, a little angry. But I can’t help myself, I need you inside, all the way inside.”
“God, yes. Keep going, god, keep going.
Norway was trembling, hips lifting off the bed as he pulled long and hard on his cock, letting the fantasy overwhelm him completely, “You’re on the floor now, hard and ready, your pretty dick still wet from my tongue, and I’m in your lap, taking you inch by inch, wanting to come all over you just from that first feeling of your cock being inside me. Wondering if you like it as much as I do.”
“You know I do, so much. I’m watching you ride me, you look so gorgeous, and you’re so tight and hot, I’m not sure I can last.”
Sweating and panting, approaching his limit, control broken, needing release, unable to keep it up any longer, he moaned, voice pleading, “Denmark…”
“Shhh…I’ve got you. You’re shuddering on top of me and I can feel your legs shaking on me and you’re saying my name over and over and it’s so fucking sexy but I need to see you come.”
“Please!”
“Come for me, let me hear you.”
Eyes flying open, Norway gasped, shuddering and shaking, spilling into his hand as he listened to Denmark groan and sigh his name.
For a long moment, they shared a silence broken only by mutual struggles to calm their breathing. Norway closed his eyes once again, indulging in the fantasy that Denmark was next to him on the bed, panting his satiation onto his skin.
“Fucking hell…that was awesome. For being such an icy bastard, you sure know how to turn up the heat.”
Norway flushed, irritated and flattered at once, “Idiot. Be quiet.”
“I wish you were here. I could go for a good cuddle after that.” Denmark’s voice was warm and affectionate.
“Unnecessary.” Norway responded automatically, kicking himself for being unable to keep all of the longing out of his tone.
“For you, maybe! But you’d do it for me, wouldn’t you?” Denmark teased, apparently unconvinced by Norway’s protestations.
Norway sighed, “I’m hanging up now.”
Denmark laughed, “Just come back home soon.”
Hidden in the dark, a thousand miles away, Norway smiled, “I promise,” and hung up the phone.