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Even wakes up with a pounding headache, his throat painfully dry.

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten drunk like that the night before, but he was having so much fun that he decided to give himself a break. He didn’t even drink that much, he tells himself, he’s just really not used to hangovers anymore.

Slowly blinking his eyes open, he feels slightly lost, disoriented. There’s a long crack running across the white ceiling above him that he doesn’t recognize. The soft knocking of a tree branch swaying in the wind against the window he’s never heard before. The weight of a blanket on his body that feels just a little too light. He realises he didn’t sleep in his own room last night. 

Okay, maybe he really was pretty drunk after all.

Now that he thinks about it, there wasn’t a moment during the night he didn’t have a drink in his hand. Mostly beers, but there might have been a couple of shots too. He remembers he could barely stand on his feet when they left the last bar on their crawl and that they all decided to crash at Ruben for the night because he lived the closest. Or maybe he had the biggest flat, or the comfiest couch. That part is a bit blurry, but yeah, whatever motivated their decision, that’s where he must be.

The bed creaks a little when Even shifts his position with difficulty on the mattress, his limbs feeling heavy, getting slightly dizzy with every slight movement. As he moves, he thinks he can sense the weight of another body next to him; and when he turns around to check who it is, he freezes. 

There’s a stranger in his bed.

Or, he rectifies, someone in the unfamiliar bed he’s just woke up in.

Even still doesn’t know where he is, and he certainly doesn’t know who the guy sleeping soundly next to him is, but he suddenly feels wide awake; his heart rate picking up, bringing his body back to life as he looks at the guy. Takes in the sharp edge of his jaw, his broad shoulders only half covered by the duvet they’re sharing, the delicate curve of his upper lip, his long lashes casting shadows over his high cheekbones. 

The guy is breathtakingly beautiful.

Even knows he should probably go before he wakes up. He should discreetly slip out of this bed and leave. Find out where he is and make his way home so he can cure his hangover and get on with his day.

But he can’t. He can’t move and he can’t look away.

He tries to rack his brain and remember how he ended up here, with this guy. Sure, he was pretty drunk and some parts of their night out are kinda fuzzy, but there’s no way he’d forget meeting this guy, going home with him. If anything happened in this bed he would definitely remember. If he’d kissed these lips, if he’d had his hands on his skin. 

Even doesn’t know how long he lies there, looking at this stranger, only that it is long enough for the sun to move and get caught in his golden curls. For a ray of sunshine to come and kiss his gorgeous, sleepy face.

Maybe that’s what finally gets him to wake up, or maybe it’s the racket of Even’s heart, beating hard against his chest; but the guy starts to slowly come to, stirring in the bed that gives another faint creak in the silence of the bedroom.

Even watches him as he burrows his face deeper into his pillow, frowns when he feels the sun hit his face. He lets out a soft groan and Even thinks that might be the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

The guy's long eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and Even holds his breath, knowing that he will soon open his eyes and see him there, dreading his reaction when he’ll find him in what is probably his bed.

But when he reluctantly opens his eyes and his gaze lands on Even, his whole face relaxes like it’s completely normal to wake up next to a perfect stranger. He closes his eyes again and smiles like he’s happy to wake up next to him, soft lines framing his lips.

“You’re still here,” he says, his voice all mellow and raspy with sleep.

“Um… yes?”

Even feels stunned and a little confused.

“For a second I thought maybe I imagined you here; that you were a dream or something.”

“Are you a dream?”

The guy huffs out a laugh that gets muffled in his pillow. He takes Even’s hand between them under the covers, pulls it to his face. The guy’s hand is warm and soft, his hold gentle. Even caresses his cheek, his light stubble a soft scratch under his fingertips. He lets out a soft gasp at the touch that has the guy smiling again. Even brushes the guy’s lips with his thumb, proding them open with a soft press. He feels his warm breath against his skin, the tip of his tongue chasing Even’s finger. 

“So?” The guy asks, raising a playful eyebrow at Even.

“No.” He shakes his head against the pillow he’s lying on. “You’re not a dream either.”

This is real and so much better than any fantasy Even’s ever had, than any wet dream he’s ever woken up from, hard and panting, his whole body trembling for more. 

“Shit, I really want to kiss you,” Even admits, breathing out softly.

The guy gives him a small smirk, his gaze glinting with something daring yet so fucking sweet.

“Kiss me then.”

Even wraps his hand behind the guy’s neck, slides closer until they meet at the center of the bed. He pauses for a second, wants to make sure the guy really wants it, that he was not just challenging him thinking Even would back down. But the guy doesn’t recoil. He tilts his head slightly closer and wets his lips with a quick slide of his tongue. So Even makes the final move to press their mouths together and the guy lets out a low hum that Even feels vibrating against his thumb where it rests on his neck.

The soft noise goes right to Even’s dick in a dizzying rush. He’s dying to know what other noise he could elicit from this guy, how loud he gets when he’s touched just right. He feels himself get hard at the thought. He almost pulls back, doesn’t want to scare him off by coming on too strong too fast, but before he can move away, the guy kisses him harder. Parts his lips and softly licks Even’s, moans a little louder when their tongues touch.

He wraps his hand against Even’s arm still holding him and slides closer on the bed, his warm chest brushing against Even’s with every breath he takes. He presses his hips on Even’s thigh and he’s hard too; makes Even feel it without reserve as if to reassure him, tell him see, this is how you make me feel too, this is what you do to me.

This confirmation, it drives Even mad with want. Hits him square in the stomach, makes him breathless and gets him fully hard in a second. He drags his hand from the guy’s neck to his chest and pushes him until he’s lying flat on his back. Covers him with his own body and kisses the surprised laugh off his lips, swallows his moan when he rolls his hips and presses their hard-ons together.

Under the palm of his hand, Even can feel the guy’s heart beat faster, come knocking hard against his chest. Knowing he holds that kind of power over him, over the speed of his heartbeat, the depth of his breathing, the warmth of his skin; it’s a heady feeling, almost vertiginous. 

Even presses his lips to his neck, right where his pulse is racing, resisting the urge to lick and suck and make his skin turn red. Leave the guy with a lasting trace of him if he has any doubts whether  Even was a just figment of a dream. The guy lets out a breathy whimper, buries his hands in Even’s hair, pulls a little like he’s getting restless, his body trembling under Even’s own when he pushes his hips up, pressing his hard dick against Even’s stomach, taking the little release he seems to desperately need.

Well, who’s Even to deny him what he wants?

He trails his lips down his body, yanks the duvet away and lets it fall down on the ground to uncover him, revealing his body in the growing light of day, all long and flushed and hard — beautiful. Even pauses, his fingers on the waistband of the guy’s boxers. He looks up, the guy’s chest rising and falling with how fast he’s breathing. “Can I?” he asks, pressing a kiss on his toned stomach.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Even swiftly pulls his briefs down his long legs, laughing at how he wiggles them to try and help him, his chest warming up with how eager he is for this, for him. The guy is now sprawled completely naked on his bed, his cock laying hard and wet against his stomach and fuck, Even almost chockes on his own saliva with how much he wants this too. Wants him too.

He leans down, lets his breath caress the guy’s skin, his dick, then gives it a long lick, closes his lips around the tip, sucks on the beads of pre cum spilling out of him then lets it slide out of his mouth again. 

“You taste good,” he says, holding the guy’s dark, almost fiery gaze.

“And you look…” The guy reaches for him, brushes his thumb across his bottom lip, his gaze stuck there like hypnotised. Even takes his finger in his mouth, sucks on it, makes a fucking show of it. “Fuck.” The guy’s voice comes out slightly broken already. “Want you to blow me.”

“Me too.” Even stops teasing him and takes his cock in his mouth again, bobs his head fast and revels in the way the guy pants and moans the deeper he sucks, the deeper he goes. He holds him firmly against the mattress where the guy fists the sheets, crying out a litany of “yes, yessss, yes! Like that, fuck!” 

His body is flushed and shaking like he’s getting close, like he’s about to come, fill Even’s mouth, spill down his throat. Even feels a new wave of arousal hits him at the thought, feels himself grow painfully harder. He moans around the guy’s  dick, and it’s enough to make him come in a raspy moan and shoot on Even’s waiting tongue.

Even starts slowly climbing the guy’s body to let him catch his breath, leaving lazy kisses on his damp skin, but he’s having none of it. He reaches for Even again, grabs him, hurriedly pulls him closer to kiss him. Moans in delight when he tastes the remnant of his own cum in Even’s mouth.

He flips them over, smirking when Even is the one who gasps at the sudden move this time, and rids Even of his boxers before straddling him. He looks at Even’s body, his gaze burning with what looks like pure hunger. Like he still wants him, craves more even though he just got what he wanted. 

The guy spits into his own hand and closes it around Even’s cock. Even arches his back off the bed the moment he starts to get him off, his cries of pleasure dying out in the guy’s mouth when he leans down to kiss him. He buries his face into the crook of Even’s neck, his stubble scratching his skin as he kisses and licks him, making goosebumps break all over his body. 

“Shit, I’m gonna–” Even knows trying to last would be a losing battle, and he doesn’t even care. He’s too fucking keyed up and the guy’s touch feels to good, like somehow he knows how to give him just what he needs.

The guy is not trying to drag it either, stoking his dick fast and hard. He runs his lips up Even’s neck and whispers, “yes,” his hot breath damp against his ear. “Come for me.”

And Even does, his head thrown back against the pillow as he shoots between their bodies in a loud cry.

***

“So…” Even watches the guy wiping his own cum off his stomach with a tissue. “I’m guessing this isn’t Ruben’s bedroom?”

“Nope,” the guy snorts, throwing the balled up dirty tissue on the floor. “Right apartment, though. I’m his roommate.”

“Oh, right. That makes sense… I was kinda drunk last night but at least I didn’t completely hallucinate going to Ruben's.”

“You didn’t.” He laughs. “So I guess you guys had a good night?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit blurry though. Last thing I remember is Ruben telling me to just go sleep in his bedroom… second door on the right, yeah?”

“This is the first on the left, well done,” the guy says with an amused smile.

“Were you here when I got to bed?” Even asks. As wasted as he was, he can’t imagine not noticing that someone was already sleeping in this bed, that this guy was lying down next to him.

“No.” The guy shakes his head lightly. “I was also out with some friends. You guys were all sleeping when I got back. Truth is when I saw that someone had crashed in my bed I was really pissed and ready to wake you up and tell you to fuck off, but then I saw you and I just…” He lets out a small, almost awkward chuckle, his cheeks turning a lovely light pink that Even longs to kiss. “I didn’t want you to leave.”

“I’m glad you didn’t kick me out.”

The guy props himself up his elbow, looks at Even with a sweet smile on his lips.

“I'm really glad I didn’t.”

“I’m Even by the way.”

“Isak.”

Even holds out his hand, raising his eyebrow at Isak who rolls his eyes before shaking it.

“Maybe we should have started there.”

“Yeah,” Isak laughs. “Maybe…”

“Not that I’m complaining, though. I mean, that was the easiest hook up ever.”

“With that face I doubt you’ve ever had difficulty finding someone to hook up with.”

“Are you saying I'm hot?”

Isak rolls his eyes again, and is about to come back at him, but before he can, Even reaches for him, wraps his hand behind his neck and pulls him closer for a slow, languid kiss. “You’re really fucking hot, too.”

Isak smiles against his lips, lets Even wrap him in his arms and snuggles against him.

“But, just so you know…” Isak clears his throat, his voice quieter, almost hesitant.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t usually do that… I mean, not like that.”

Even cradles his cheeks with his hand, softly tilts Isak’s face up and waits until his fleeting gaze finally settles back on his own. “Me neither.”

Isak smiles again and Even leans closer to kiss him.

They lazily make out for a while, but then, Isak reluctantly leans back and turns away from Even to sit up by the edge of the bed. Even let his gaze run across his broad shoulders dotted with tiny moles, down his back, and settle at the base of his ass.

“D’you want a coffee or something?” Isak offers, rubbing his still sleepy eyes.

“Coffee? That’s going a bit too fast, don’t you think?”

Isak looks over his shoulder, mirrors the jokey smile on Even’s lips. He shrugs. “You already think I'm easy, so...”

“Coffee sounds good.”

“Cool, come on.”

Isak gets up from his bed, unfurls his long, naked body and stretches, his hands reaching high up above his head. He arches his back and lets out a deep hum that echoes the groans and moans that poured out of his mouth when Even still had his lips around his cock. Even watches his muscles tense and relax again with each of his movements, the warm morning light painting his body in wide, golden strokes. He wishes he could draw him, paint him, fuck he would sculpt him in freaking marble if he knew how to.

And above all he wants him, wants more. He wants to have him again, to touch him again, he wants to take him and be fucked by him. Even feels his whole body tremble at the thought, a rush of want build up in his stomach. He can feel himself starting to grow hard again and almost pulls Isak back in bed with him. Almost tell him to forget about coffee and kiss him until they're both breathless.

Isak looks around at the clothes scattered on the floor. He finds a pair of briefs, crinkles his nose and decides against putting them back on. Instead, he grabs some frayed, grey sweatpants and puts them on, directly on his bare ass. Then he picks up a balled up tee-shirt Even realises is his Notorious B.I.G. tee. Isak quirks an eyebrow as he studies it with an air of approbation.

“Is it yours?” He asks and smiles when Even nods yes. “Cool.”

“You like hip-hop?” Something flutters in Even’s belly, different from the arousal he was feeling a moment before but just as thrilling; the excitement of finding out they might have things in common, of getting to know something about Isak that makes him even more attractive.

“Yeah, I’m really into old-school, 90’s stuff too,” Isak answers. “Like NWA, Wu-tang, Biggie of course…”

“Nas?”

“Of course.”

“You’ve got good taste.”

Isak runs his gaze all over Even’s naked body, gives him a cheeky smirk. “I know.”

He winks and throws the tee in Even’s face, warming up under a fiery blush.

***

They both get dressed, and when they’re just about to head out of Isak’s bedroom, they hear voices and laughter through the door, coming from somewhere in the apartment — Ruben's of course, and the rest of the group.

"Shit, do you think they heard us?"

Isak shrugs, looking unbothered and maybe a little smug too. “I guess we’ll find out.”

When they walk into the kitchen, they are welcomed with a chorus of whistling and catcalls from the guys, all sitting around the table having breakfast, looking tired and hungover after their night out and short night of sleep. 

“So, Even.” Ruben pats him on the back when Even sits down next to him at the table. “I believe you’ve met my roommate, Isak?”

On another day, Even would have probably blushed a little, he would probably have felt kinda awkward knowing that all the guys heard him hook up with a guy he didn’t even know, hungover and barely woken up. But as he looked at Isak, walking around the kitchen with an air of total confidence, unbothered by their laughs and teasing, shooting him a knowing wink, he couldn’t care less. 

“I’ve had that pleasure, yes,” he answered Ruben, returning Isak’s smile.

“It sure sounded like it.”

“So, coffee?” Isak asks him from across the kitchen.

“Tea would be great, actually, if you have some.”

“Sure.” Isak opens a cupboard and rummages through shelves evidently labelled RUBEN. “There’s Early Grey and… pomme et cannelle?” His poor attempt at pronouncing French and his slightly repulsed scrunched up nose when he gives the teabag a sniff are the cutest thing Even might have ever seen.

“Earl Grey’s perfect, thanks.”

“You should be careful,” Ruben says. “Once I saw him make tea with warm water from the tap.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Isak rolls his eyes, grabbing the kettle to fill it with water.

As conversations resume around him, Even observe Isak preparing their tea and coffee, yawning and stretching as he waits for the water to boil. His tee shirt pulling up, revealing a sliver of skin Isak absentmindedly scratches. Even wonders if some of his cum is still there, dry on the skin of his stomach, if Isak can feel it.

Isak eventually sits down across Even, two steaming cups in his hands. He slides the tea across the table, their fingers brushing around the warm cup when Even takes it.

“Thanks.”

Isak returns his soft smile and sits back in his chair, hooking one of his feet around Even’s ankle under the table. Even smiles at that, loves feeling he’s the object of Isak's casual possessiveness. Isak listens to the guys talk about their night out, laughs at their anecdotes and shoots Even amused looks when one of them tells about something stupid he did or said once they were all a few drinks down.

Even doesn’t chime in, he lets them talk and unabashedly watches Isak, revels in the sound of his laugh, the way his smile turns soft whenever their gazes meet.

He watches Isak lift his cup to his mouth and take a sip. When he puts it back down, his upper lip is wet. It must be warm too, Even thinks, taste slightly bitter because he’s noticed Isak hasn't sweetened his coffee. God he wants to kiss him again.

Seeming to sense what he’s thinking, Isak looks at him across the table and licks his coffee stained lips.

Clearing his throat, Even checks the time and sighs when he realises how late it is. “I, um… I’m gonna head off,” he announces. “I have a shift at KB this afternoon, so...”

“I’ll walk you out,” Isak says in the midst of voices shooting “alright, see ya later.”

“Thanks.” 

“Yeah, thank you, Isak,” Ruben jokes as they both get up. “We wouldn’t want Even to risk getting lost in our huge palace between the kitchen and the front door. Such a thoughtful host.”

Isak flips him off before they head out of the kitchen, the guys laugh resounding behind them as they leave. 

“I mean you did end up in the wrong bedroom last night,” Isak says as they reach the front door. “So… couldn’t take any more risks.”

“Only it was exactly the right one in the end,” Even counters, wiggling his eyebrows as Isak who rolls his eyes in response.

“Ugh, dude, that was so corny.”

Isak wraps his hands behind his neck and shuts him up with a kiss before Even can make another lame joke. 

They stay like this, standing by the front door, all wrapped up in each other. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and Even ignores minutes passing. He doesn’t know how many have passed, only that he probably won’t have time to go back to his place and have a shower before his shift like he planned to. Well, fuck it, he’ll go to work his skin permeated with Isak’s smell, with the taste of his cum on his tongue, of his kisses on his lips. His skin heats up at the thought, or maybe it’s the way Isak pulls him closer, the way he whimpers when Even runs his tongue across his lip. Even can feel him getting hard again under his sweatpants, remembers he’s not wearing anything underneath. This guy’s gonna be the death of him.

“The fuck you're still doing here, man?” Ruben’s voice bursts their bubble. “Don’t you have a job to go to? Isak, bro, just let him go already!”

They reluctantly pull back from each other and flip him off in sync.

“Okay, I get it…” Ruben snorts, raising his hands as he continues his way to the bathroom. “I guess I'll see you around then.”

“Mmh,” Even hums, pressing his lips against Isak’s. “I'll definitely be around.”

“Oh yeah?” Isak cocks an eyebrow at him as if to tell Even he’s getting a little ahead of himself.

“Yeah? Or, um… I mean, if you want me to. Like, I didn’t mean to assume– It’s totally fine if you prefer this to stay a one morning stand,” Even chuckles awkwardly while Isak silently watches him, biting back a growing smile.

“I do, yes. Want you around.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmh.” Isak laughs softly at Even’s eagerness, but it seems like the same kind of joy more than mocking.

“Cool,” Even says in a sigh of relief. “Maybe we could get coffee again sometime. But, you know…” He jerks his head towards the kitchen, still filled with voices and laughter. “Just the two of us.”

“Even.”

“Mmh?”

“Are you trying to ask me out?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay, that’s chill.” Even tries to play it cool. He hands his phone to Isak so he can give him his number. He doesn’t want to seem too hasty, too eager, but he can’t help asking, “So, um… when would you be free?”

Isak doesn’t answer right away, he finishes typing, mouthing his number to be sure he typed it right and Even can’t help finding it ridiculously endearing. The, he hands him his phone back, and Even snorts when he sees that he has saved it under – Isak 🍆

“I’m free later.”

“You mean today?”

“Yes.”

Isak shrugs like he doesn’t get what the deal is, and Even is amazed to see he doesn't seem to share his worry of not wanting to seem too keen. That he unapologetically owns up to what he wants. And right now, Isak is making it very clear that Even is what he wants.

“Okay.” Even smiles. “I’m closing up at 6. Maybe you could meet me at KB, the one on Skovveien. I’ll fix something for us to go.”

“And where exactly will we go?”

“Wherever you want.”