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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      SKAM_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Even_Bech_Næsheim/Isak_Valtersen
  Character:
      Isak_Valtersen, Even_Bech_Næsheim, Eskild_Tryggvason, Noora_Amalie_Sætre
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, i'm_bad_at
      tagging_as_u_can_tell
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-25 Words: 2017
****** baby lay down with me. ******
by dusermeg
Summary
     “Baby,” Isak whines, his voice slightly coarse from being silent for
     so long. “Come lay with me,” his voice is now slightly muffled as he
     is now buried under his comforter but nothing could mask the
     neediness in Isak’s voice.
     How could Even say no?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It is a slow-paced Sunday. Both Even and Isak woke up earlier than everyone
else, making it the perfect  time for just the two of them to enjoy breakfast.
Even made breakfast while Isak sort of helped (mostly with just telling Even
what he wants and don’t want in his breakfast). Isak is terrible with cooking,
being the baby in the apartment means he gets his food cooked for him most of
the time. They both ate breakfast in the living room with Isak tucked around
Even, Isak’s back to Even’s chest. Since then Isak has not yet moved from his
bed and is not planning on doing so at any moment soon. His lithe body sprawl
across the soft mattress with his right arm strewn across his abdomen and the
other arm carelessly hugging Even’s pillow. Warm sunshine seeps through his
orange curtains, heating his room enough that he could still feel pleasantly
cool under his blanket. His boyfriend is sitting at the edge of their bed,
right next to his feet playing rounds of Fifa. Faint soft sounds coming from
the TV fills in the comfortable silence in the room. Isak’s hazy eyes falls to
Even’s lean back — the man isn’t wearing anything other than his comfy black
sweatpants — watching the muscles contract and relax ever so slightly as Even
is trying to win the game on hand. Maybe it’s the feeling of ease and comfort
surrounding them right now but Isak suddenly feels that his bed is too big for
him and he finds himself reaching for Even.
“Baby,” Isak whines, his voice slightly coarse from being silent for so long.
Even hums in response but his eyes are still trained to the screen in front of
him and his fingers still quick on pushing the controller. Isak couldn’t bother
sitting up. Instead he curls to himself a little further, his knees almost
reaching his chest. “Come lay with me,” his voice is now slightly muffled as he
is now buried under his comforter but nothing could mask the neediness in
Isak’s voice.
 How could Even say no?
The taller boy exit the game, didn’t even bother to pause and switched off the
TV before snuggling himself next to his boyfriend. Even holds out his arm,
ready to take Isak in a cuddle and the boy didn’t even have to ask — Isak
naturally shuffles his body closer to Even, sighs in content at the welcoming
body warmth. Even looks down at Isak like the boy is his world and that both
the best and scariest thing to Isak, he feels like he owns everything and
absolutely nothing else in this world simultaneously. That Even is both
everything and the only thing he has. His boyfriend press his lips to Isak’s
forehead, as if he could hear Isak’s thought. “I love you,” Isak hears Even
mumbles against his temple.
Isak looks up and meets Even’s dusty green eyes, tilting his chin a little as
if asking for a kiss. Even chuckles, there is a softness in Isak that is
exclusive for Even only. Sure, Isak is always sweet to everyone and treats
others nicely but when it’s just the two of them — like this moment — Isak’s
voice would be a little more gentle, his nerves more sensitive and his actions
has an underlying neediness to it. Even likes to think this is the real Isak,
stripped down of any societal pressures, and it lights up a warm inferno in his
gut that Even is the only person who gets to see Isak like this.
The blonde lets out a low whine when Even isn’t reacting, his lips brushing
against Even’s own but not pressing. Kiss me. Even smiles before tucking his
head down and kissing Isak softly. He hears Isak let out a soft appreciative
hum when Even kisses him deeper, feeling Isak’s hand clutching at the back of
his head. Isak reacts to his kisses like he is drowning, his body almost
trembling while one hand grasping at fistful of his hair at the back of his
head and the other is clenched against his chest. And Even is intoxicated,
utterly drunk of Isak. He peppers kisses along Isak’s jawline before sucking a
patch of skin right by his neck, smiling when he hears a high-pitched whine
coming from Isak. “Evy…” Isak wails, desperation laced in his voice. It sends
jolts along Even’s nerves. Isak gets embarrassed calling Even the nickname when
they’re in public — Isak is always afraid of what others think of him — and
gets even more grumpy when Even calls him Issy in return. So when Isak does
calls him Evy, with soft pleading sobs, Even is a total goner.
The older boy coos while his fingers runs through the boy’s silky blonde curls,
“what do you want, hm?”, coaxing the pliant boy more under his touch. He has an
idea of what Isak wants, the boy’s growing hardness is poking against his
thigh, but he likes it better when Isak says it.
Isak could feel heat creeping up from his chest up to his neck and spreading to
his rosy cheeks. Even adamantly waits for Isak to say something, despite
knowing he is increasingly shy at the situation. “Please,” Isak starts, “fuck
me Even”. The second sentence left Isak’s pink lips a little softer yet it
rings and repeats to Even’s ears clearly. Even takes a second too long, too
late for Isak’s liking. He is whiny, needy and his skin is almost burning hot
from the embarrassment but Isak couldn’t care less. “I promise I’d be good, so
good,” Isak’s eyes is blown out, misty and unfocused. God, Isak would be the
death of him.
Even quickly turns his body away to grab lube from the dresser behind him. He
stands up by the bed, removing his boxers and sweatpants in one go before
kicking them off. “Get ready for me baby. Can you do that for me?” Isak hastily
removes his own pants, too rushed that his pants were caught around his knees
for a moment. He then turns around so that he is on his hands and knees. Even
watches Isak from his position, a clear view of his baby completely wrecked and
pleading for him.
 
 
“Evy… Come on…” Isak whimpers when Even’s finger teasing around his rim instead
of putting it in.
When the first finger fills in Isak shamelessly moans Even’s name, his care
thrown out of the window even though he knows Noora, Linn and Eskild is outside
in the living room well within ear reach. “Yes…” He hisses when Even adds
another finger. Isak ducks his head in between his arms while biting the pillow
under him to silence his cries. Isak is extra sensitive today, Even thought. It
reminds him of their first time, in the hotel, when every touch from Even
seemed like it broke Isak again and again.
The third finger earns sobs from Isak, Even repeatedly press his fingers
against Isak’s prostate, hard enough for Isak to feel something but not to pull
him off the edge. “You are so good to me Isak, so good,” the compliment sends a
buzz along his nerves and settles in Isak’s skin like a drug. He wants more.
Even peppers kisses along Isak’s back and sucks a spot on Isak’s narrow hips
until it’s blooming red. Isak is always like this in bed. Despite his
neediness, he always takes what Even gives him and waits. Always patient.
Even turns Isak around so that the boy is on his back, finally having a better
view of a thoroughly wrecked Isak in front of him. His skin is warm and a blush
is rising from his chest to his face. Even reaches for the condom by the bed
but Isak stops him. “No, no, no,” Isak whimpers, “Wanna feel you.”
The unwrapped condom is already in his hands. “Are you sure baby?” He asks
again just to make sure. Although deep down Even would rather personally clean
the bed sheets by hand and help Isak wash up just to feel Isak raw around him,
he wants to put Isak’s needs first.
Isak nods. “I wanna feel you.”
“Fuck,” he couldn’t help the playful smile tugging on his lips. “Okay. Anything
you say.”
Even is quick to pick up the pace, with Isak whispering encouragements to him
to go faster, harder,he couldn’t just ignore his baby. He loves watching Isak
comes apart in front of him, so willing and ready to take everything Even is
giving him. The short breathy whimpers is replaced with long cries of yes, yes,
yes, from Isak and it took every particle in Even’s body to strangle his own
moans, he wants to hear Isak. “My baby is so pretty like this, all for me,”
Even rasps and he could see Isak glowing from the compliment. “Fucking
beautiful,” Even breathily says as he slams to Isak harder, “my beautiful.”
Each compliment pushes Isak further to the edge, he absorbed every single one
of Even’s words and he glows with pride.
Even is close, Isak’s walls is tight and trembling around his cock, coaxing him
to come. He sees Isak trying to reach for his own cock, but Even pushes it away
and instead pinning his hand against the mattress.
“Come by my cock only.” At that Isak let out a desperate wail. “I know you can.
This isn’t the first time baby,” Even hints to the time at the suite. He hits
Isak’s nerves over and over, pressing the tip longer against it ever so often
just to hear Isak whining his name.
Isak gasps, his vision is hazy and white spots begin to form in his sight.
“Shit—Even!” He claws along Even’s back. His orgasm hits him all at once and
it’s overwhelming, hot white cum spurts on his pale skin and he could still
feel Even fucking him through his orgasm. Even comes moments after with a cry
of Isak’s name. He holds Isak’s hip steady while he buries himself deep,
marking Isak like he wanted him to.
Even rests his head on Isak’s shoulder, cum still spurting inside him. Isak has
his legs latched around Even, locking him in place and not letting Even go.
“Jesus, Isak,” Even laughs airily, still euphoric from sex. Isak giggles
weakly. Both is still in a limbo between reality and post-sex bliss, the only
thing latching them to the present is the feeling of each other’s warm skin.
When Even pries himself away from Isak the younger boy let out a complaint.
Even hisses slightly when his cock slips out of Isak. “I need to clean you up
Isak, before the cum is dry,” the older simply explains.
 
“Oh, so now you’re shy,” Even teasingly comments when Isak tries to pull a
blanket over his body while Even cleans him. The attention from his boyfriend
is never unwelcomed — Isak lives for it — but Isak is still slightly bashful.
With a peck on Isak’s inner thigh Even is done.
 
“Isak! It’s nine in the morning! You guys better be done, we’re trying to watch
TV and eat breakfast here!” He hears Eskild yell in annoyance, presumably from
the living room. He could hear Noora chuckling and then shushing him.
Even laughs boisterously while Isak yelps in surprise. Sometimes he forgot he
is living with three other people in this apartment and it’s not just Even and
him. “Yeah, we’re done Eskild!” Even shouts back, still laughing through his
reply. “For now,” Even adds and Isak slaps his thigh. He doesn’t feel sorry
when Even winces in pain.
Isak shrinks and buries himself further against Even’s body, hoping the floor
would just swallow him whole. He couldn’t face any of his roommate for the next
few days. Even hears Isak mumbles something about being embarrassed and Even
kisses the crown of Isak’s head, still chuckling. He finds the mannerisms
utterly cute.
“Hey, you asked me for it,” Even teases Isak more.
Isak doesn’t feel sorry again when he knees Even’s stomach.
End Notes
     my first !! skam fic !! also this is the first fic i wrote in a
     looooong while so i'm a little rusty. english isn't my first language
     so forgive me for the mistakes! if you see one you can point em out
     for me so i can change them hehe. also honestly,,, this just a self-
     indulgent "i want even to baby isak all the time" fic.
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