The Nordic Five
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Chapter 4
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"Hey, Luke, I need to take a shower." Mathias always had a method to his madness. Hopefully, he would do one of two things. One, watch in amusement at how flustered the Norwegian will become. Or two, take advantage of the situation and take the risk of being loathed by his crush.
"Can't you see that I'm busy?" He retorted, avoiding the taller man's stare, and continued grooming his flawless bangs with precision. Mathias planted his hands on his hips with a smirk. "I can see that. I guess we will just share then?" Lukas remained silent, ignoring the Dane as he clipped his golden cross on the left side to prevent further bangs invading his eyes. "I hope you don't mind me showing off my glorious, naked body to yo-"
"No thanks." With a final scoff, Lukas slammed his hands down on the counter and stormed away from the shamelessly undressing twenty three year old.
Mathias chuckled in victory under his breath, "Success." He managed to fluster the younger band member. Twisting the silver shower water faucet to the warmest temperature available, he sighed at the contrast of ice to heat. Images of Lukas swarmed around in his overly vivid imagination. The moment his right hand made contact with his shaft, a rude series of knocking banged against the bathroom door.
"What is it?!" Mathias shouted over the deafeningly loud water. The voice was Tino's cheerful voice and he said something about hurrying up and one minute left. One minute wasn't enough time. He had just stepped in the shower for Pete's sake! Sixty seconds would not sooth his arousal, nor would it do anything in his favor.
"Alright!" Mathias growled out, washing his body at the speed of light and dried his muscular frame off in a hurry. That's when it hit him. He still had a hard on.
Shit, think of somethin'… "Oh, Mathias… more…"
No, not Lukas again!
Ummm… "Ah... Mathias harder!"
What the hell are I am thinkin'?
Mathias pulled the old trick of tucking it with his waist band. It was rather uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as having a tent in front of your crotch area. He glanced at the slightly fogged bathroom mirror and smiled at the naturalness of the embarrassing situation. Soon afterwards, Mathias swung the bathroom door open to expose the band members, luggage in hand and impatiently waiting. He rubbed a hand behind his head in discomfort and considered slamming the off white colored door in their exasperated faces.
Squirting a clear trail of hair gel on his left palm, he swiftly styled his wild looking hair into a charismatic fashion.
"Hurry up, Mathias." Tino urged the eldest to speed up his preparation. Lukas opted to depart from the hotel room with his suitcase in his left hand and his brother trailing closely behind him. Berwald tugged at his adorable boyfriend's hand, twisted on his heel, and Tino followed suit.
Approximately four minutes and eight seconds later, Mathias scurried over towards the grumbling blue tour bus. But not after snatching a few donuts that remained after the breakfast time ended. He wrapped them in a paper towel and ignored the middle aged housekeeper who was protesting in an unfamiliar language against his actions. She must have not realized who he was at that exact moment.
Upon stepping onto the blue tour bus, Mathias caught a glimpse of his object of affection. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, his heart raced, and his palms started to sweat. Gulping down his unexpected anxiety, he decided to settle next to the avoidant blonde.
How in the world can one look so damn attractive?
"Aha! Godmorgen, Nor!" The Viking crooned idyllically, draping an arm around his stiffened shoulders, and bracing himself for anything that Lukas would assault him with this morning. The other three musicians discussed the plans for the concert. Apparently, they were planning to incorporate choreography in their big hit of the year song called 'Never Leave You'.
Meanwhile, the bus driver was munching on some cake flavored donuts and swallowing a gulp of scorching black coffee from the coffee mug that he kept with him. He checked his sports watch, noticing that they saved at least five hours to enjoy the scenery of Tino's homeland. Perhaps they needed the break due to the fighting noises behind him and a flustered scowling Norwegian climbing into the passenger's seat.
Mathias winced as he rubbed the noticeable goose bump that Lukas had created on top of his head. All he did was playfully smack his butt in a provocative manner. Obviously that provoked an adverse reaction out of his playing hard to get crush. He was ridiculously smitten with the other Nordic. He refused to surrender to the hardships of making Lukas fall for him. If he failed miserably, then he would brush off the dust and try harder. Yes, he was just that determined.
Observing the city in Finland was different than Japan. The area of Finland that they were going to perform at was located in a vast field of autumn stained grass. The technicians were busy constructing the stage and the lights for later on today. Other workers were setting up various booths for food, alcohol, and trinkets. The atmosphere of a prospering beginning triggered mixed emotions in everyone. Mathias was the most hyped up about the outdoors concert. Instead of sweating under the florescent lights inside of an overcrowded venue, the band members finally had the opportunity to feel the nice autumn breeze.
"This is so exciting!" Tino cheered enthusiastically and involuntarily snaked his right hand into the larger one of the Swede. Berwald allowed a microscopic smile tug at the corners of his mouth, squeezing the restless twenty year old with his hand. Emil observed the two lovers in front of him with a slight grimace. He wanted that love and affection. Cross that out, he already received that attention from his big brother. However, with Mathias in the way, it was difficult to actually enjoy the pleasure. The Icelandic made his way over towards the front of the bus once it rolled to a complete stop. Tino and Berwald shared a sweet kiss before they rose from the bottom bunk bed. Mathias peered over his Danish magazine, followed the younger brother with his spying cobalt eyes, and hastily rejected the book as he followed behind him.
The early autumn breeze played with their blonde tresses and Mathias sighed in content. Lukas's hand slid into Emil's impatient hand. Mathias studied the way that Lukas's hips swayed and the way the sun reflected off his flawless head of hair. Absentmindedly, Lukas patted his hand against the left side of his head to be certain that his golden cross barrette was in place. Suspiciously, Lukas rotated his figure around to catch Mathias staring at his lower half intently. Almost lustfully. With a roll of his indigo eyes, he spoke up and released his eighteen year old brother's hand. Emil frowned at the sudden loss of warm from his hand and pivoted on his heels to glare at the eldest band comrade. Well, he was more of a rival than a comrade.
"What are you looking at?" Even though Lukas already had a general presumption, he could not resist knowing how the older Nordic would react.
"Nothing!" Mathias nervously laughed it off as if nothing had ever happened. He whistled innocently, whirled on his heels to escape the situation, and stepped away from the Nordic brothers.
Lukas watched the egotistical liar waltz off towards a shady tree about ten feet away. Everyone eventually scurried into different directions. Tino and Berwald visited the channel of small business shops across the street of where they would be performing. They deserved to have the occasion of exploring the area. Sure, Tino lives in Finland. But that doesn't necessarily mean that he had visited this area of town yet. He was just as inexperienced as the others.
Emil, being his own independent person, separated from his big brother to check out the scenery behind the stage. The driver was nowhere to be seen, so nobody was certain of his whereabouts. Lukas heaved a surrendering groan, glanced over in the direction of the sulking blonde and reluctantly stroll towards him. He supposed he should possibly apologize.
Did he really deserve it though?
Mathias was leaned up against the reddish yellowed leafed tree, picking at the faintly browned green grass. Once he heard approaching footsteps, he swiftly craned his neck upwards to gaze into a pair of spellbinding indigo eyes. His mouth dried, which destroyed any words that he anticipated on saying. As he cleared his throat apprehensively, he prepared to force out anything that happened to be on his mind. Inopportunely, the Norwegian beat him to it and knelt down in front of the larger individual.
"Mathias, why are you so annoying?" That was not what Mathias wanted to hear from his monotone voice. He fantasized the smaller male before him to crawl onto his lap, lean against his chest, and moan softly as he…
This is not the time to think about those types of things. Great… Now I have another fucking boner. Thanks a lot, Lukas.
Surprisingly, Mathias was the one who rushed away from his object of arousal, feeling utterly flustered and horny. His pants were becoming a little too tight and he craved release. He escaped, because he stayed a few seconds later, the twenty one year old would be screaming for help or mewling sensually in a passionate kiss.
Breathing harshly, Mathias wrapped his strong arms around himself in a hugging fashion. He regretted his action immensely. Lukas rounded the tree to watch the Nordic rocking back and forth on the heels of his black and white Converses. His broad back was facing Lukas.
"What's wrong with you, idiot?" Lukas advanced towards the usually carefree blonde and reached up to rest a hand on his shoulder. Lukas was a head shorter than Mathias. It didn't bother him too much. He would rather not have to worry about hitting his head in the doorway or duck down under tree limbs. In addition, it was nice to have a smaller frame compared to the Dane and Swede. Tino was the same height as Lukas and Emil was an inch shorter than him. Swede towered over Mathias by just five centimeters.
Mathias twirled around swiftly, caught the questioning Nordic's wrist, and tugged him along. He just couldn't wait any longer. Lukas was too persistent with his frosty demeanor towards him and quite frankly, Mathias had enough.
"Emil!" Wait that was Lukas's voice. The said eighteen year old hopped off of the grassy ground and dashed over towards them.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Emil rushed after the two Nordics. Harsh pants escaped through his slightly parted lips. Mathis was cornered now with a struggling Norwegian in his constricting arms. Sooner or later, the eldest male had to release the restless blonde and receive a spine chilling smack across the face.
"I really thought about hanging out with you on a more personal level, but after that little charade, I was foolish enough to even think you wouldn't do anything funny!" The Norwegian huffed, clutching at his chest from his explosive rant towards the one who caused him the stress. Mathias's grin disappeared, sapphire eyes filled with regret, and a metaphoric knife sliced up his aching heart.
Emil was by his older brother's side, trying his best to calm him down. His eyes hardened, no longer regretful, when Emil pressed his lips against the other's quivering lips. Emil's hand snaked onto Lukas's faintly pink cheeks, looking into his eyes after the chaste kiss. Mathias was all choked up on his words to make a single peep of protest. The younger brother gradually brought their faces together for another kiss. Lukas did not protest as he melted in Emil's arms and softly moaned into the taboo kiss. It made Mathias sick to his stomach.
What the actual fuck? Did they just... kiss?
"Emil?" Lukas's eyes widened considerably at the contact of their lips. Emil glanced away with a faint scowl, almost displaying a hint of guilt. "Sorry, Luke. I just thought you would need some comforting."
Yeah right! That's not how to comfort your own brother! Mathias was too blown away by the scene to even glare correctly at the silvery haired Nordic.
Lukas brought his right index finger to his slightly swollen pale pink lips and blushed a bubble gum pink hue. Mathias's jaw slackened the entire time with enlarged eyes of disbelief.
It was as if the brothers completely forgot about Mathias's existence. Did Lukas have feelings for his own brother? Now there was an enormous obstacle in his scheme.
A/N: Oh my~! I ship DenNor and NorIce/IceNor and of course, SuFin (it's a given). :D *swoons* I love them so much!
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