It took him three days. Three days of waiting until dinner time, when Sindre would finally get out of his room after he had locked himself in there, after work. Three days of not talking to each other. Preben hated every second of it. He didn't want things to be this way, but he didn't know what he did want them to be like. He was unsure of what he felt.

In those three days, he had talked to Daan about it, but after one and a half day, the Dutchman had grown annoyed with him.

"Preben", he had said, brow twitching with annoyance, "Do I look like a love guru to you?" That had shut the Dane up and he had not spoken about his troubles again.

But today, Sindre had not locked himself inside his room as soon as he had returned from work. Instead, he had cleaned the house and then retreated to the sofa with a book. Maybe today was his chance?

Preben had joined him, a mug of coffee in both hands.

"So…", he started after a few minutes, trying to get Sindre's attention. "Does it bother you?", he asked. Sindre shot him a puzzled look.

"The whole sleeping with each other thing, I mean", Preben elaborated.

The other didn't respond right away. No, the sleeping with each other didn't bother him. It was the feeling that he got afterwards that bothered him.

"No, that's not it", Sindre said after ten minutes. Preben had nearly forgotten about his question. "I'm not bothered by it. But…" He stayed quiet for a while. Unsure of whether he should prod, Preben didn't speak either.

"But it doesn't feel right afterwards", he finished the sentence for Sindre. The Norwegian looked at him in surprise. "Yeah, I know. I just broke up with someone, we haven't even talked about what we're feeling yet, we have not gone on dates. Feels like we're using each other, right?" Sindre just nodded.

Preben sighed and ran his hand through his hair and then over his face.

"I have that feeling too. That I'm using you to forget about Björn. 'What if?' I ask myself. 'What if this is just a rebound? What if he doesn't like this? What if one of us develops feelings for the other?'" Sindre swallowed hard when Preben spoke about feelings.

"But you know, I trust you. I trust that, if you have feelings for me, you will tell me. And the other way round. I'll tell you when I develop feelings for you." Preben didn't want to talk about his feelings. He didn't want to acknowledge them yet.

"But if it bothers you too much, I understand. Then it won't happen again. Although you started it." He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck. Sindre rolled his eyes.

"It's fine. I did start them, so it's alright." It appeared as if Sindre wanted to say more about the situation, but he didn't. Instead, he got up and disappeared into his room again.

Their dinner was less tense that night. They talked a little together, smiled at each other. It was harder for Preben to ignore the fluttering in his chest, especially when Sindre wiped some crumbs from his stubbly chin.

"Sorry", he said afterwards, realising that he had invaded Preben's personal space a little too much.

"It's fine", Preben had stammered, and continued eating.

They spent the night on the sofa, watching some silly programme. Preben laughed a lot, Sindre cracked a few smiles at the screen. His head was comfortably resting against the other's shoulder and Preben grew more and more aware of the heavy weight on his body.

At some point that evening, he couldn't resist anymore and he quickly gave Sindre a kiss to his forehead. Too embarrassed about his action, he then stared at the TV for several minutes and thus missed Sindre's blush. Neither of them mentioned the gesture until it was time for bed.

"I'm not getting a goodnight kiss?" Preben joked when they were done brushing their teeth.

"Hm, maybe." Sindre joined in, walking back to Preben's room.

"I was just joking", he said when Sindre stopped right in front of his chest.

"I wasn't", said Sindre. He craned his neck up a little and gave a soft kiss to Preben's lips.

And once again, Preben's resolve broke. He embraced Sindre, pulled him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. His hand wandered down to grip Sindre's behind, squeezing it softly.

"You make me go mad", Preben whispered into his ear after they broke their kiss for a moment. Sindre moaned softly in response, grasping Preben's shirt.

Their next kiss was deeper, more passionate. Soft caresses of their tongues and Preben was sure that he was going to melt into a puddle of human if they kept doing this. His chest felt hot and his stomach was doing flips. He really didn't want to make things more awkward and tense between them, but when Sindre kissed him like this and clawed at his shirt, nearly begging him, Preben just couldn't resist.

Sindre was in a similar situation. He felt his cheeks burn up, his skin prickling with excitement when Preben's hands rushed downwards, grabbing his hips and ass. He really didn't want to appear desperate, because he wasn't. But Preben just managed to push the right buttons for him and had him hoping, wanting that the other would give him more.

The decision was made by Preben in the end, who scooped Sindre up and carried him to the guestroom, without breaking the kiss once. Sindre landed on the bed with a thud and Preben stripped out of his shirt, throwing it into the room. Sindre licked his lips and moved forward as soon as the other came closer to the bed and reached out to pull Preben closer by his waistband. Hot kisses were placed onto Preben's flat stomach, down towards the zipper.

"God… Sindre..", Preben moaned when the other palmed him through his trousers, grinning wickedly. His hand stopped and disappeared for a short moment, only to return when Sindre pulled down the zip and released Preben from his jeans. They were tugged down and kicked into a corner behind them, followed by his underwear.

"No fair, I want to see your body too." The whispers in his ear send shivers down his spine and Sindre nearly ripped his shirt off. The first skin to skin contact nearly took his breath away.

Their kiss was hard and bruising, biting each other while Sindre shed his clothing, piece after piece. Once they were both naked, their ministrations continued. Preben gently bit down on Sindre's neck, leaving a red mark. His hands wandered down, gripping Sindre's shaft and pumping it a few time. The other moved upwards, looking for more friction while his nails dug into Preben's shoulders.

"Stop… teasing!", Sindre hissed when Preben circled around the slit, smearing precum all over it. The teasing continued, while Preben retrieved the bottle of lube with his free hand and opened it. Sindre whined when the hand disappeared from his cock while Preben spread the lube over his fingers, only to moan loudly when he felt a finger gently entering him.

"More", he begged, moving backwards to fuck himself onto Preben's digit. His pleads were silenced by a bruising kiss as the second finger entered him. Preben carefully stretched him, scissoring and curling inside. Within a few minutes, Sindre was panting and shaking, biting and clawing Preben's skin.

"I said more, damn it!", he said when the other still kept teasing, always just missing his sweet spot. Preben laughed softly and removed his fingers, getting ready for giving the other what he wanted. Once slicked up, he gently pressed inside, hearing the other groan with pleasure.

After a minute or two, Sindre ordered him to get on with him and the settled into a slow rhythm. Sindre's hands were on his back again, scratching his skin until the point that Preben wondered if he was bleeding yet. But the moans and sighs escaping Sindre's mouth urged him to continue on and thus he picked up the pace.

Sindre grew more vocal and Preben let his hands wander around the other's body, gripping his hips and ass, caressing his thighs. His mouth was busy sucking on his neck and biting his collarbone, leaving more marks on the light skin.

"Fuck, Preben-", Sindre groaned, grabbing the other's ass and pulling him closer, needing more friction. He threw his head back when Preben struck his prostate again. His eyes opened wide when Preben grabbed his shaft and started pumping it, working both of them towards an orgasm.

They were all teeth and nails now, biting, scratching and cursing. Nothing soft, just bare lust thrashing them around the sheets. Sindre felt that he was getting closer and let his partner know, who picked up the pace a little more. Preben's lips seemed to be glued to Sindre's skin as he kissed his neck, his chest, his lips and back down his neck again.

"So good, so good", he chanted while he moved inside of Sindre, hot and slick. "So fucking good." Sindre moaned in response, his body tightening with the orgasm washing over him. Preben followed shortly after, before collapsing next to Sindre.

They didn't fall asleep immediately. They cleaned themselves up, washed the other and exchanged more sweet kisses, this time without the whole biting and scratching. Sindre felt drowsy and didn't want to go to his own bed alone, so he pulled Preben along with him.

Once they were curled up in the sheets, Sindre's back pressed against Preben's chest, they relaxed. Just before Sindre fell asleep, he whispered, "I love you", and hoped that the other hadn't heard him. Preben did not sleep a lot that night, instead broke his head over what to do now.

I apologize for the delay, real life happened. I hope to finish the story before I leave for Norway for three months in three weeks.

To the kind guest that reviewed my chapter: Thank you very much for the kind words, they helped me get my motivation back for this story.

~Hana