They hadn't meant to see.
Two bodies rocked against each other in unison, glistening in their sweat filled embrace.
A low moan, "M'thias..."
Hands caressed and fisted in each other's hair, fingers tangled in clumped strands.
Whispers of eternal love, shallow moans and near silent gasps spilled from the pair's lips as they neared completion.
Red streaks trailed down a bare back and crimson crescents adorned shoulders.
Tightened coils snapped.
"Jeg elsker dig!"
"Jag älskar dig!"
Now, sitting in front of a small fireplace holding mugs of hot chocolate, the two blondes sat in silence. Outside, the blizzard raged on, snow pelting the window in constant tap-tap-taps. The Finn took a rather large gulp of the lukewarm chocolate, desperately trying to get the image that burned in the back of his mind to disappear.
"I feel so guilty, Nor...we shouldn't have watched...it was private moment for God's sake!"
Tino felt exasperated. He hunched his back, leaning forward on his knees. It was worse enough he watched the two lovers go at it, now he has to live with the guilt! He'll never be able to face the two of them again!
The fire crackled and hissed behind them.
"Well, they shouldn't have left the door open."
The Norwegian responded dully, bringing his hot chocolate to his lips, breathing in the warm aroma.
"The idiots asked for it and they practically rape each other in public anyways."
The words were meant more for the poor Finn's sanity than the Norwegian's. He saw nothing wrong with walking past an open door and inspecting the strange noises flowing from it. Besides, it's not as if he did it all the time; this one time was the first.
"But still," The Finn began, picking at a small bump in the ceramic mug.
"But nothing, did you plan to sneak in their closet or something and watch? Perhaps get off on it as well? No. So don't be a pussy and shut the hell up about it."
Tino smiled, "And here I thought you were only rude to Mathias."
That earned a scoff and a slight reddening of the Norwegian's cheeks, "I just hate all things annoying."
The next day, when the Finn was making coffee, a very ruffled looking Dane shuffled in. Tino kept his head down, a bright crimson flush staining his cheeks.
"Did you sleep well, Tino?"