This fanfic is originally written in swedish, but I decided to translate it. It's actually my first english-fanfic, so excuse any spelling or grammar error.
Enjoy!
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Missed calls
Barney lied on his made bed, with arms behind his neck and eyes closed. A few feet away on the floor lied his jacket thrown carelessly in a pile, along with the Derby shoes.
The cellphone started vibrate again. The buzzing sound filled the apartment. He had lost count of how many times Ted had called now.
His fingers intertwined in my hair. His legs around my waist, his lips against mine. His hands caressing my skin, his eyes slightly closed and his small groan as he panted my name. "Oh, Barney ..."
The cell stopped, and the atmosphere became silent once again.
I loved to hear how his breathing became faster, how he panted in my ear and how he used to kiss my neck.
The secret kisses and the nights had become tiresome after a while.
I loved to hear his whimper each time I entered him, and the pant after every thrust.
But Ted wasn't interested in a gay-relationship.
I loved his little schreech when I hit the G-spot.
And Barney wanted more than only sex.
I loved when he begged for more.
Soon, the drone of the cell phone was there again, small motions against the table.
I loved when he reached climax. I loved to see his face soft up in satisfaction.
It became silent.
I hated the process after the sex. It was always the same ritual. He gets up, I ask him to stay. He gets dressed and explains that he has things to fix. Then he leaves me in bed, naked and hurt as so many countless times before.
"But see you later at MacLarens, huh?"
"Of course, Ted ... '
Barney opens his eyes and looks around the room. It has darkened a bit outside, and the clock points at quarter past seven. He gets up, picks up his jacket from the floor and picks up the mobile.
32 missed calls.
"But I'll see you later at MacLarens tonight," Barney thought before he threw the phone out the window